#kuroo x deaf reader

[asena-graywolf]

Click here for Part I

Click here for Part II

Italic texts mean “sign language” dialogs and “texting”

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Unfaithful III

“Are you really sure about that? Do you want her to be our manager just because you love her?" ' Kenma asked, not taking his eyes off the screen he was playing on.

“So what? Ultimately she will help us. Almost every school volleyball team has a manager. Would it be bad if it was us too?"

“So what does y/n say to this?”

“She said she would think about it. If she responds in the affirmative, I will discuss this with Nekomata coach. In fact, I'd better talk in advance. At least until y/n announces her decision”

Kenma answered Kuro with a sigh. He didn't want to upset Kuro by saying a negative word, but some truths needed to be spoken.

"I'm sorry Kuro…can a really deaf girl be able to manage us?"

He tried to take a step back, feeling that Kuro was going to be pissed off.

“Don't get me wrong…Y/N is such a cute girl. I would like him to be our manager in the first place. But the girl's situation is clear, this job will be a burden to her. To you too…"

Kuro stood up and clenched his fists to suppress his anger.

“Y/n is not a burden, Kenma. If she accepts, she will be our manager, whether you want it or not. I am going. I have work to do”

Although Kenma wanted Kuro to stay a little longer, Kuro was determined to go.

“I wish you could sit a little longer”

"Another time"

Kenma pursed his lips and then let him go

“Well…see you”

Kuro left Kenma's house without saying a word. He began to walk the streets in the dusk. You had it in your mind. He wanted to see you. He checked the time on his phone. It wasn't too late. Maybe he could see you for five minutes

Just texted you

Are you available?

You were sitting in your room at the time, practicing playing the guitar. You were humming as well. Since the phone was in front of you, you could see the message falling on your screen.

Yes. Did something happen?

Got a reply from Kuro right away

Can I see you? Only five minutes.

Sure. Of course

Ok. I'll be in front of your house soon. Don't take your eyes off the phone. You come down when I call you

I am waiting

You put the phone in front of you because you couldn't hear. You put your guitar aside and waited without taking your eyes off the phone.

The call you've been waiting for has finally arrived. You picked up the phone and spoke aloud to Kuro a second time

You said "I'll be come down" and hung up

You went to the window. You saw Kuro downstairs. You went straight down and within seconds you were in front of the house. You ran towards Kuro.

Your hands are clasped together.

"What happened?" you asked out loud

Kuro let go of your hands and began to express himself

What do you think about being our manager? Will you be?

I haven't thought about it yet. But to tell the truth, I think I'll impose to you and your team.

You flinched when Kuro grabbed your shoulders for a moment. To tell the truth, you were a little scared

He then dropped his shoulders and turned to sign language again.

You are not a burden. I told you. I am your ear. I will hear everything you can't hear. Trust me y/n-chan. I’m your boyfriend. I will not let anyone hurt you. What are you saying? You'll be our manager, won't you?

Even though you weren't very keen on this job, you thought it wouldn't hurt to try.

Alright. I'd be happy to see you more if I could see you more and if watching the training wouldn't distract you, and if I could also help the team.

The corners of Kuro's lips curved upwards.

You make me so happy right now y/n-chan. Tomorrow I'll introduce you to our coach. I'm sure he will love you very much

I hope. So…why did you want to see me?

I’m your boyfriend. Of course I would like to see you. I miss you a lot. See you soon, even if it's tomorrow

I look forward to seeing you every day, my handsome captain

Don't spoil me by saying that, I'll get on top of you later

You both laughed at Kuro's joke. Then he took you in his arms. He pressed his head to his chest. He dug his nose into the top of his head and inhaled the scent of her hair.

Before saying goodbye to you for the last time, he kissed your nose, which was red from the cool air.

Come on, get into home. You gonna catch cold.

You told him I love you in sign language. He responded in the same way. You kissed each other before you walked in

The next day, Kuro called you to practice. In the last lesson, you talked to your music teacher and arranged the day for your concert with Kuro. You wanted to convey this to your boyfriend right away.

As soon as the two of you met, you got straight to the point.

Do you know Kuro? I talked to the music teacher. He set the day for our concert. About 1 month later. We have to rehearse a lot. We should add other songs to our repertoire. I trust you with the song selection.

Y/N, that's great news! Let's start right from tomorrow. I am sure we will do a good job. We're going to get a lot of applause. Also, I told coach Nekomata about you. He also knew sign language. You won't have any difficulty. Maybe it's hard to communicate with the team at first, but you'll get used to it.

Really? I am very pleased. I can't wait to meet your coach.

So come with me. Coach must have arrived. I'm sure he can't wait to meet you too

You nodded ok and entered the hall with Kuro. Kuro introduced you to Nekomata coach

“Hello coach! I've told you about him before. This y/n l/n will be our new manager starting today.”

The lovely old man bowed and greeted you warmly.

Welcome y/n-san. I hope you can be a good manager. I guarantee that I can help you

I'd be honored to manage the team, coach. Thank you for accepting me even though I am deaf.

This is not an obstacle. I never see this as an obstacle. You shouldn't see either

Thanks coach.

I will teach you what to do.

After this dialogue between you and sign language, Nekoma volleyball team started training. Before practice, coach Nekomata warned the team to be careful with you

You took into account everything your Nekomata coach showed you, and you took your managerial job very seriously from day one.

But there was an unexpected controversy in practice.

“Is this deaf girl our manager now? Fortunately, the coach knew sign language. But still, don't say you didn't say it will cause us a lot of trouble,” Yamamoto said tactlessly.

Yaku poked Yamamoto's arm

“Yamamoto! Zip it! The girl is helping us, what more do you want? Tell me what is the difference between a deaf manager and a normal manager, except that he can't hear. We're going to give him some special treatment just because he didn't hear it."

“Special treatment for a deaf manager? You really messed up! Are we going to get special treatment because she's a princess of the deaf?"

The fact that Yamamoto didn't back down had now worn Kuro's patience. He went and grabbed Yamamoto's collar and started yelling at him.

“What do you have to do with this girl! Enough Yamamoto! You are exceeding your limits!”

“We had to give your deaf princess special treatment! Yaku-san says so! Take this girl away from here, she will always be a hindrance to us”

Yamamoto was really out of line, and Kuro couldn't contain himself this time either. Yamamoto was punched in the face. The size of the fight has reached the physical dimension. Everyone in the hall tried to come between them to separate Kuro and Yamamoto.

At that moment, you were busy writing down what you needed to write in the notebook in front of you. The movement in the hall caught your attention, and when you looked up, you saw that there was a terrible mess. Kuro was still trying to kick and slap Yamamoto. They were obviously shouting, but all you heard was silence

You could more or less guess the reason for the fight, but you still wanted to ask Kuro after practice.

You asked him while walking home with Kuro at the end of practice. Kuro had been punched in the face too and was icing on his face.

Was that fight because of me? Is that why you beat Yamamoto?

Kuro tried to lie so as not to upset you and passed you off

No. It is not about you. Team cliché, for common reasons

This answer didn't satisfy you and you knew full well that he’s lying

Don't lie, Kuro, I know the real reason. Yamamoto just couldn't get used to me. I guess she didn't like me. I knew it would be like this. I wish you never got me involved in the manager job.

How many times has y/n-chan talked about this before? Please don't repeat the same sentences anymore. Yamamoto is tactless. Today, he has already received the answer for exceeding the limit. I don't and I won't let anyone talk to you.

You smiled at him and took the ice he was holding on his cheek and let it go. You stood on tiptoe and kissed the reddened spot where he had just put ice

This time, Kuro's cheeks were completely red.

Is the pain gone now?

Kuro answered that question with a quick kiss on the lips. One hand caressed his cheek

It was your first kiss and he found you when you least expected it. You were shocked, but then you got used to the kiss. Closing your eyes, you surrendered yourself to Kuro's loving kiss.

Your hands tangled in his raven-black locks of hair and you started stroking his head.

Kuro's soft lips took you away from you. Your heartbeat was getting too fast, and the increased blood pressure was evident by the reddening of your face.

You were out of breath when you parted your lips. Kuro couldn't take her pace, kissed her on the forehead and nose

I love you so much y/n. I want to be with you always. Don't leave me too, will you? Promise me

I promise Kuro. I will never leave you

You hugged his chest tightly. Kuro's strong arms wrapped tightly around your body. Feeling his warmth and scent, she was truly at peace.

Come on, let me drop you home my princess

He took her hand and brought the back of her hand to his lips and kissed it.

He escorted you home, kissed you on the forehead as you said goodbye.

You waved to him before entering the house and entered the house

After dinner, telling your family what happened during the day—they were delighted when you told them you were the manager of the Nekoma volleyball team—and after you finished your homework, you picked up your guitar again and started rehearsing the songs you were going to play with Kuro.

It was then that he thought of composing a new composition. First you improvised, then you compose your notes and start playing the song again

You took the audio recording of the piece and sent it to Kuro via Whatsapp. Then you sent this message

A new song came to mind. Shall we sing this at our concert too?

He replied to you shortly.

Okay, baby, I wish you had thought of it sooner. There is 1 month until our concert and it is not possible for me to write lyrics compatible with the song in 1 month.

You read the message and replied

Actually, I wrote this song for you. So let our hearts write the words of this piece. While we are already expressing our love for each other, we will have already written a word for this piece.

Kuro was deeply moved by what he had said. Because now you had a song without words that only you could understand.

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It will be continiue in Part 4

I know it’s been a long time. I got round to keen on this fic.

[crushmeeren]

Can you do kenma x f!reader

Story:

Reader is drunk (and honry), so she starts dirty talking to kenma, and he gets really flustered, and they end up

👉👌👉👌👉👌💦💦

Yeah 🫶😭

Hell yes I can! I’m SO happy you asked for this friend! I’ve been trying to challenge myself and write for more than MHA so this came at the perfect time.

Master List Link

Kenma / Fem Reader.

Everybody involved is aged up/18+.

Warnings; consensual drunk sex, some subby Kenma and he definitely has a praise kink, riding, unsafe sex 𓆩☠︎︎𓆪

Kuroo’s laughter abruptly crackles through Kenma’s headset and god — he wants to reach through his console and strangle the cat looking motherfucker for making them lose…again.

Kenma takes a fortifying breath and seriously considers why he even tries to play video games with Kuroo, knuckles turning white from gripping the controller so violently.

“Kuroo, why the fuck are you still so bad at this game? We’ve played it a million times!”

“Hey! I’m not that bad, I have one ultimate move and you know that!”

There’s a pout in his voice and his dramatics make Kenma’s eyes roll so hard he thinks he could catch a glimpse of his brain.

“Really? Because from where I’m sitting you’re unnecessary deadweight. I would prefer to play with Bokuto and his build is even worse.”

Kuroo’s over the top gasp and protests fall on deaf ears when Kenma notices a familiar vibration pattern go off against his thigh. His gaze flickers to where his phone rests on the couch cushion beside him and he picks it up, lips stretching into a sweet smile when your name lights up his home screen.

If Kenma’s being honest, he’d been waiting for your text all night. You’d gone out with a few friends for a girls night only and playing with Kuroo was starting to bore him considerably.

You’d let him know you’d be home in about 25 minutes. Kenma bites his lower lip as he reads, beyond amused at the multiple spelling errors and way too many spaces between words in your text.

Yeah, he’s certain you’re wasted.

He types out a quick reply, pocketing his phone in his sweatshirt and tunes back into Kuroo’s irritated voice when he asks if Kenma had been listening to a single word he’d said.

The answer is a resounding no.

You wave goodbye to your friends with a delighted laugh bubbling out of your chest as the Uber drives off down the road. A few hands stick out of the open window to wave back and you grin.

Kenma had offered to pick you up but you were drunk, and for some reason the thought of being separated from your girls in the Uber had made you want to sob.

So, there you are, squinting at your front door as you try to shove the key into the lock. Your fingers don’t seem connected to your brain and your skin is sweltering underneath your clothes. You glance up at the night sky in frustration before the key finally slides home and you sigh in relief.

Once you open the door you’re blasted with frosty air and your shoulders shake with a pleasant shiver. You’re so happy to be home.

Looking further in to the living room you spot your husband reclining on the couch, feet kicked up on the coffee table in front of him. He holds his phone in one hand and turns his head in your direction as you let the door fall shut behind you.

His eyes crinkle when he smiles at you and there’s a softness in his gaze that makes your breath stutter in your chest.

He looks……angelic. Kenma is dressed in an oversized cream sweatshirt with some game logo you don’t recognize on it, silky black athletic shorts and white ankle socks. So nothing new, and maybe you’re drunker than you thought because the sight is stealing the breath from your lungs.

You’re yanked towards him like a magnet, feet shuffling you across your living room before you even realize you’re moving and you smile so hard the apples of your cheeks ache.

“Hey baby, how was your night?” he asks, trying to stifle a laugh when you trip on the edge of the coffee table. He tucks a lock of hair behind his ear and you melt down next to him at the cute display.

“Hi,” you breathe, giggling and resting your head on the back of the couch with a dopey smile. “It was so much fun Kenma! I do wish you could’ve been there though.” The smile melts off your face and your expression morphs into a pout, lower lip pushing out. He arches an eyebrow at you.

“It was a girls night. Besides, being out in a noisy bar is not my idea of a fun time. Talking to people is exhausting enough as it is.”

You lean in close to whisper to him.

“Hmm, I know you’re an inside cat Kenma, but I still wanted to dance with you. Plus, you are pretty like a girl.”

Kenma sputters, gaze darting to the floor before focusing back on you. “You’re just drunk.”

“Well, yes but I’m not that drunk.”

Kenma snorts a laugh and pulls his feet off the table. He rests them on the floor and sits up straight, willing his blush away as he tilts his head to stare down at you with a teasing smirk. He shifts closer and presses a chaste kiss to your forehead.

You hum, and in lieu of an answer you pull away from him. His brows knit together and he eyes you suspiciously.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking off my shoes! I’m gonna straddle you because I’ve been thinking about riding you on this couch all night.”

Kenma doesn’t respond right away and when you finally manage to toe off your shoes, twisting to face him, his cheeks have finally given in and are now dusted with a blush, lips parted slightly while he watches you.

He always gets flustered when you speak so boldly.

You wink at him, maneuvering until you can throw a leg over his hips and settle down heavily in his lap. Kenma’s hands automatically grip the exposed skin your thighs where your dress bunches up.

“Have you?” He asks with a flat tone, but it’s clear your words are getting to him by the way he tilts his head back onto the couch and sneaks his hands up under the hem of your dress to paw at your fleshy hips.

You moan softly when he squeezes you and you nod, licking your top lip lazily and resting your hands on his shoulders. His cock twitches in his shorts and you can easily feel it against your inner thigh.

“You’re just so, so pretty Kenma. I missed you so much.”

His eyelids flutter briefly from the praise and he shifts his weight, tugging you closer until you place your forehead on his.

“I missed you too. Playing with Kuroo was so boring, he sucks.”

“Yeah?” You rub your nose over his. “I bet that pretty cock of yours missed my pussy too, didn’t it baby?”

Kenma’s rosy blush travels down his neck and vanishes under his collar. “Yeah, o-of course.”

You giggle, twirling a string from his sweatshirt around your finger and rolling your hips to drag your panty covered pussy along the length of his cock. He’s as hard as marble now and you reach down to adjust him until the slick tip pokes out of his waistband before continuing to tease him.

He pushes his hips up impatiently to meet your movements, applying pressure to your swollen clit that’s just right and pleasure pulses through your pelvis as you both moan. You pause briefly to push his sweatshirt up to his ribs, leering at his lean stomach and barely there happy trail.

“That’s my boy Kenma, so good for me and so beautiful too,” you say with a breathy sigh. “Should we live stream a video of you like this? You blush so sweetly and your fans deserve to know just how much of a pretty boy you are. How you get so eager for my pussy.”

Kenma squeezes his eyes shut as a lusty moan punches from his chest. “Shit — baby fuck, don’t say that. Jesus, just take your dress off please. I need to see you.” His eyes flash back open, pupils dilated wildly as he pushes your dress up and off you before you can even answer.

You weren’t wearing a bra and your tits bounce gently onto your rib cage. Your husband’s eyes widen before going half lidded, bottom lip sucked behind his teeth as he smoothes his hands up and down your sides.

He gawks at you as if he means to devour you and a thrill races down your spine. The thick alcoholic fog that was clouding your mind has cleared considerably and your only goal is to get what you’ve been craving, the thought echoes like a chant through your mind.

“I’ll never get over the way you look at me when you see my tits.”

Kenma glances up at you in surprise but then you’re kissing him in the next breath. He makes a soft sound of pleasure and tilts his head to kiss you even deeper, biting at your bottom lip and swallowing the moan you give him.

You reach down as you kiss, hooking your fingers in his waistband and tug at the material restlessly. Kenma lifts his hips, allowing you to yank his shorts and briefs down to mid thigh. His cock bobs free and you break the kiss, chest rising and falling deliberately as you squeeze his shoulders.

He traps the tip of his tongue between his teeth and slips your panties to the side when you lift up to your knees. He steadies his cock at the base with his free hand and slides his soft cock head along your clit until you jolt. It parts your lips, catching at the right angle and then you’re sinking swiftly down until your ass meets his thighs without any resistance from your drooling pussy.

The stretch curls your toes in your socks and Kenma throws his head back with a choked off gasp, strands of dark hair sticking to the side of his sweat slick temples. You shift your weight, adjusting to the sensation of being stuffed full and use his shoulders for leverage to lift up halfway before sitting back down.

“Oh! Fuck, you’re always so tight baby. I can’t believe how well you take me,” he says through gritted teeth, rolling his lithe hips up into you because he can’t bare the thought of sitting still any longer.

The first motion makes your finger tips tingle, a surge of warmth churning in your belly as his cock drags deliciously along the inside of your pussy.

“Kenmaaa,” you whine, bouncing in shallow movements on his lap. He hears your unspoken plea and grips your ass, nails creating indentations as he pushes you upwards and lets you fall back down. A low moan spills from you as you hang your head, keeping up at that steady pace with him until your thighs start to burn.

Your sensitive tonight, and a knot winds up tight in lower pelvis faster than you’d like as Kenma studiously keeps his gaze locked on where you swallow his cock whole each time.

Your pussy flutters and Kenma’s eyes flit to your face, taking note of the way your jaw hangs open and your brows pull together as you pant shallowly.

“You’re gonna cum aren’t you baby?”

You nod frantically. “Yes! Please Kenma don’t stop, your cock is so good,” you moan, falling forward to grip the couch on either side of his head.

Kenma halts your motion mid air with a strong grip and you whine at the loss of friction.

“Hold still.”

And then he’s bracing his feet on the floor and thrusting up into you at a brutal pace, one hand on your hip and the other moving down to rub uncoordinated circles into your slippery clit with his thumb.

You cry out his name and the sloppy pressure on your clit is enough to push you over the edge. The muscles in your thighs tense and your mouth opens in a silent scream, Kenma moaning brokenly as he tries to keep his pace.

You’re barely coming down from your high when he jerks you down into his lap, cock kicking and upper half curling forward to shove his forehead against your shoulder as he cums with a gasp.

You slump forward into his chest, bodily squishing him into the couch and pillowing your cheek on his shoulder.

Kenma’s heart thunders in his chest while he catches his breath, rubbing your lower back soothingly and relaxing into the post orgasmic haze settling over both of you.

It’s silent in the background, save for whatever show Kenma had playing before and an undetermined amount of time passes by before you sit up with a coy smile and lock eyes with him.

“Wow Kenma, all this time I knew you had a praise kink but I didn’t realize just how much you love being called a pretty boy. Maybe you should ride me next time?” You tease.

He scrunches his nose up and spanks the side of your thigh sharply in retaliation. You toss your head back in laughter until he huffs loudly, shoving you off his lap onto the couch and tucking himself away.

You laugh even harder, leaping up and stumbling after him with half hearted apologies falling from your lips as he stomps off childishly towards the bedroom.

[glowstick-cafe]

♡Give me a sign♡

Kenma x mute!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: No pronouns are used, reader is black

Summary: You're a new student entering Nekoma High, and a certain blonde haired boy has taken a liking to you.

A/n: DW DADDY'S HOME YALL 😩

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Kenma was walking to school with his friend, Kuroo Tetsuro, and then we saw them. Zooming past him on a skateboard was someone he hadn't seen before, at first he was annoyed due to him being a little startled by the sudden speed but decided it was worth it.

Kenma sat in class doodling on his desk listening to the chit chat of his classmates, until the teacher called for the attention of the class.

That's when you walked in.

Your hair was a mess and your uniform was somehow worse, it looked as if you had just gotten into a fight and a small band-aid was stickered to your cheek. You shot the class a polite smile and a bow.

"Class, this is (Y/n), they cannot speak. So please treat them kindly.

"(Y/n), please take a seat next to Kenma Kozume." The teacher asked, the blonde raised his hand so you could find your seat easier. Whispers began to circle around the class as soon as you took your seat, during the class Kenma couldn't help but take the moment to get a look at you, you were focused on jotting down notes in your book, and the boy noticed the small bite marks on your pencil. Though you weren't looking at the boy you chuckled to yourself knowing that you were being gawked at, making him quickly look away embarrassed.

When classes were over Kenma looked at you, you quickly bolted out of the room before anyone could catch you. As soon as you walked out he could hear the class airing out their thoughts on you, the blonde didn't bother listening.

Coming lunch, Kenma sat with Kuroo and his other teammates. He was zoned out, until Yaku mentioned bumping into a student with a skateboard, "Oh, Kenma, isn't that the new kid in your class." Yaku asked, Kenma jumped at the sudden attention. "I guess so-" "Oh that new kid!" Lev said loudly, and as cruel fate would have it the new student was standing right next to their table, they flinched in surprise as it didn't take a genius for them to realize the table was talking about them. The beat of silence was broken when Lev spoke, "Do you think they heard me?" Everyone sighed at Lev in disappointment, "They're mute, Lev, not deaf." Kenma said, looking annoyed at the boy. In that moment you unfroze from your spot and let out a lighthearted chuckle that Kenma swore he saw angel wings form around you when he first heard it, you shyly waved at him and kept walking. That was when he realized that there was a very distinct barrier between the two of you.

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After a few months, you slowly settled into your environment, everyone usually preferred you to write in your book as a form of communication, though you didn’t mind writing, it felt a bit lonely. “Hey (Y/n), wanna eat lunch with us?” One of your classmates asked. You politely declined, you always did, you often sat in the auditorium where the volleyball team usually played; since no one came here during lunch you got to be alone with your food and thoughts for entertainment.

You sighed with relief as you sat near the door of the auditorium and rested your skateboardnext to you, shortly after, the door to the room loudly swung open. Being startled by that noise, you made a squeaking noise that alerted the boys of your presence. “Ah Kenma, isn’t that kid from your class?” He asked. You would be annoyed that the bed headed upperclassmen didn’t really even recognize you, but you were more focused on the boy in your class.

Kenma hummed and his friend went into the auditoriums’ supply closet muttering something about losing his water bottles, momentarily leaving you and the faux blonde. He awkwardly stood in front of you, then opted to sit next to you while waiting for his friend.

You watched as he pulled out a switch from god knows where, you were vaguely interested in the cartoonish sound coming from it, but you didn’t want to make him feel any more uncomfortable than he already was.

Kenma noticed (Y/n)’s intent staring, he would laugh at their sudden interest but that would probably make them feel embarrassed. The blonde placed the switch in his lap and signed to them.

‘Are you interested?’

It took a moment for (Y/n) to realize that Kenma had signed to them, when his words fully registered their eyes lit up with glee.

‘I didn’t know that you understood sign language!’

‘I….recently started learning-’ Kenma’ face began to heat up as he tried to finish his word, ‘so I could talk with you.’

You paused, you weren’t expecting his reason for learning to be you, but it warmed your heart. A smile making its way to your face.

Before you could sign back, his friend interrupted. “Kenma, I found my bottle, let’s go!” He called, the black haired boy sent you a wave and exited the auditorium. Kenma looked back to you and smiled.

‘Talk to you later.’

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Tbh I had a Hawks fic planned for Valentines day, but since I missed it I'm gonna turn into angst. 😬

[saltydazeinnit]

Deaf g/n Reader x Kuroo and Kenma (poly pair)

I know I've been dead and I apologize for that. Now I got inspired by the fact I was deaf for a few weeks due to some issues which was also why I didn't post (I have bad health issues) so since I now know what it's like to be deaf I've decided to write one of my favorite pairs with g/n reader since that's what I'm feeling today.

Kenma endlessly show Kuroo all games he plays but he only shows you the ones where they have subtitles so you know what's going on

He looked in your ear for bugs one time after he went a few days without sleep b/c he was playing a game where bugs mind controlled people, he was worried he was going to find bugs blocking your hearing. 😭🤚

If you like to read he'll put on the audio version of it while he plays so that you guys can 'talk' about it later and you will never know since you can't hear it

If your hearing is able to be saved like mine and you just need hearing aids now he'll start talking more around you just so you can get more comfortable with his voice

(I wanted to use this picture so much👁👁)

He likes to play music loud and everyone always got annoyed with him but you can't hear it so he loves he can just blast that shit

If someone tried to make fun of you for it (for some reason, such assholes) his glare is making them need to thaw from the ice

He thinks he can get away with bringing stray dogs home since you can't hear but he forgets that animals have smells😐(I want to make a cat joke but it's cannon he's a dog person and that Nekoma is Ne-koma not Neko-ma so I must sob in my corner for now.)

If you know sign language he will try to learn it all but isn't that good and his fingers aren't that flexible 😅

(God the stage play is wonderful🤩)

(The real poly ones)

They like to crowd when they cuddle and since you can't hear Kenma's obnoxious snoring and Kuroo's is muffled by the pillow you end up when Kenma right next to your ear, he sounds like a motorboat it's ridiculous

Kuroo dances around the kitchen and will always manage to drag you into it while Kenma watched even tho you can't hear the music

One time he started dancing really upbeat so you thought it was a upbeat song, nope it was classical music he just wanted to make a fool as you (this dickwad I'll will gut you.)

Overall it doesn't really matter much to them, Kenma thinks it's just a part of life and Kuroo is curious at most.

See you babes I hope you like this one just as much 🥰

[yesitsmewhataboutit]

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Kinky Izuku

Izuku’s S/O With A Healing Quirk

Izuku After A Long Day

Bnha Boys Comforting You After A Bad Week

-> Izuku, Kirishima, Todoroki, Bakugo

Asking Bnha Boys To Slap You

-> Bakugo, Todoroki, Kirishima

Bnha Boys Helping You

-> Todoroki, Shinsou, Bakugo

Bnha Boys Sending You A Playlist

-> Bakugo, Todoroki, Shinsou

Seeing Bnha Boys Dick For The First Time

-> Izuku, Bakugo, Todoroki

Seeing Bnha Boys Muscles For The First Time

-> Izuku, Bakugo, Todoroki

Bnha Boy’s Favorite BET/VH1 Show To Watch With You(Black!Reader)

-> Kirishima, Shinsou, Hawks, Bakugo, Todoroki

Bnha Boy’s Taking Care Of You When You’re Drunk

-> Izuku, Bakugo, Todoroki

Bnha Boys When They’re Drunk

-> Izuku, Bakugo, Todoroki

They Teach You How To Touch Them (BJ + HJ)

-> Izuku, Bakugo, Todoroki

How They React When You Chirp (Omegaverse)

-> Todoroki, Bakugo, Hawks

When Your Phone Keeps Going Off While You’re Both Trying To Sleep

-> Bakugo, Hawks, Todoroki

Their Guilty Pleasures

-> Draken, Mikey, Kuroo, Oikawa, Eren

Texting-

Shoto Telling You To Sleep

Telling Bnha Boys You Wanna Break Up For A Day (Taylor Swift Album)

-> Bakugo, Shinsou, Todoroki

You Ask What Color They Want Their Cock Wrapped In (Aka you’re getting your nails done)

-> Todoroki, Bakugo, Hawks

<- Back To Masterlist

[shockinglysubmissive]

Kinktober Day 9: Knotting

Day 9: knotting- Kuroo x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: A/B/O dynamic, Breeding, Switch!Reader,

You continue to bounce on your alpha’s cock, reveling in the way his eyes can’t stay open. “What’s wrong pretty boy? Too much for you to handle? And I thought I was the needy one. Look at you, close to knotting already?”

Your taunts fall on deaf ears, too lost in the sensation of knotting for the first time. After the last few heats with you locked away, you finally agreed that today, he would be allowed to knot with you.

Having heard about knotting your entire life as an Omega, you swore you would never let it happen, the fear of how bad or uncomfortable you would feel with him locked inside you. The two of you have been together long enough, you have grown used to the size of his cock, riding him for hours until his mind is blank, and you figured that knotting wouldn’t feel much different.

After a few more bounces, the alpha below you snaps into a primal headspace, flipping you to lay flat on your back as he slams into you with all the energy he can muster.

Your mind is fuzzy, struggling to process the feeling of being fucked so brutally. Your walls feeling now bruised from the countless angles he has slammed into you as his scent glands release an intoxicating aroma that allows him to be in control. Still, you are begging for more. No matter how sore you are, you will do anything to please him.

His grunting grows louder, and you feel his knot lock him into place inside of you. The expanding knot pressed firmly against all sides of your walls, pushes a sob from your swollen lips

“Feel ok?” He asks, the thick cum still spilling out and filling you up. His hands hold your hips tightly, preventing you from trying to pull away and hurting yourself.

“It hurts. Take it out.” You are begging, trying to pry his fingers off of your waist. His grip tightens, leaning down to press his forehead to yours.

“Calm down. Look at me and breathe. We are going to stay like this until the knot goes down. You are ok.” His voice is soothing, slowing your attempts to break free. As your stress lowers, he moves to press his nose to your cheek, bringing his scent gland closer to your nose to further relax you.

You take a few deep breaths, his scent lighting your core up again. You can feel your overly stretched wall attempting to clamp down around him, but having no way to move.

“Does my scent turn you on that much? Trying to pull my knot even deeper? I’m already pressed right up against your cervix. Any deeper and I will be right in your womb. I would breed this pussy for sure.” He smirks and slides a hand over your mound, slipping a finger between your fold to barely trace your clit.

You gasp as a chill runs down your spine, unsure if you want more pressure, or none at all. His rough finger tip continued to just graze your clit. “Tetsu… you fucking tease.” You grit out, wanting to regain control over your body.

“Just having a bit of fun, my Omega. You look so cute underneath me for once.” He teases.

[amjustagirl]

Love knows not its depth (until the hour of separation) 

pairing: Kuroo x f! reader  genre: angst / fluff, post timeskip! warnings: a tiny smudge of suggestive content wc: 4.9k m.list ~ taglist. ~

a/n: this is my rendition of a grown up Kuroo. life has been a little hectic for me recently, so i’m only getting around to posting it now. pls be kind and i hope y’all love it <3 

“I need a break.”

Kuroo continues to snore. You are unsurprised he doesn’t hear you. After all, he came home glassy eyed, smelling strongly of alcohol after yet another night of drinks with his boss before quickly falling asleep in bed. It’s what he does most weekday nights, leaving you alone at home to manage your two daughters and tuck them into bed. 

“I’m tired, Tetsuro.”

You are too tired to even tell him how you feel. You have a career of your own, two daughters to raise, a never ending list of chores and errands that must be done. You are a mother, a wife, a career woman. You have so many roles to play yet there is no space for you. 

You must do something, anything or risk your heart imploding in your very chest. 

You cannot survive that. 

The next morning, you call your boss, ask for a day off. Then you pack your girls off to your mother’s place with two little suitcases with toys and clothes enough for a long weekend before you take the train to Hakone, check yourself into the ryokan with a view of Mt. Fuji that you spent your honeymoon at - except this time, you’re alone (but then again, you’ve been lonely for so long, you hardly notice the difference anymore).

You dip yourself into the hot waters of the onsens, watch bamboo sway in the breeze. It’s been at least a year since you’ve been even able to take a bath uninterrupted. There’s always something - Aiko needing help with her homework, Fumiko whining for another piece of mochi, your boss calling to chase for yet another report, so all you’ve ever had time for is a hurried shower before placating your daughters or seating yourself in front of your laptop to deal with your boss. 

Finally, you’ve stolen a day to yourself. It’s absolute bliss. 

The water is kind to you. Its heat soothes your aching muscles, the rising steam steadies your breath. You walk out of the baths feeling refreshed, renewed, but when you enter your room you find Kuroo Tetsuro waiting for you. 

“I’ve been calling your phone all afternoon”, he says, face pinched. “I was worried.”

“Were you?” you say before you can stop yourself. “Really?” 

“Of course”, he says, uncrossing his legs to stand. “You’re my wife and the mother of my children, of course I care.”

Wife. Mother. Employee. 

The roles that life has handed you haunts you again. There is no escape for you. 

Your skin suddenly feels as if it’s stretched too tight over your frame. Your bones rattle, brittle. They threaten to break if you take another breath. Yet you laugh and laugh and laugh, the sound spilling from your lips filling the room, suffocating the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears. 

“If you really cared, you would have noticed that your wife is broken”, you tell him between bouts of laughter. “I tried fixing myself with a break but you can’t even give me that.” 

Kuroo stares at you, equal parts horrified and confused. He takes a hesitant step forward towards you before thinking the better of it, swerving over to the kettle instead, clutching it as if it holds the cure to your madness. 

“Calm down”, he says, “take a seat”, and you do. He offers you a cup of tea. You accept it, even though you’re still shaking from the aftershock of your laughter. “Drink”, he says, and you bring the cup to your lips, though you wonder absently why you taste salt in the bitter tea. 

“Tell me what’s wrong”, he begs. “Tell me what I can do to fix you.” 

You want to tell him that you’re not strong enough to do what’s expected of you. You want to tell him that you’re drowning from the weight of being his wife, the mother of his kids, from being a working woman that he can be proud of. You want to tell him that you understand his career is important, but so is yours, and you can’t carry the weight of the world alone. 

But that would take too many words, and you are far, far too tired for that. 

So you say blankly - “I can’t do this anymore, Tetsuro.”

His face falls. 

You should remember that Kuroo Tetsuro, first and foremost, is a child scarred by his parents’ divorce. You should remember that you made promises that you and he would never put your daughters through that. But you’ve floated beyond hysteria into a grey indifference, your mind too broken, too tired, too numb to consider him when you can barely even hold on to yourself. 

You don’t even notice the hot tears soaking through your yukata. You are deaf to his pleas to give him another chance. There is nothing left in you to give because you’ve poured all you’ve had into him, into your family, into your job. You are so, so empty, and you just sit and sip your tea and wonder idly if the warmth from the liquid you’re ingesting will make you feel a little more alive, or if it’s possible to ease the dull ache in your heart. 

It is only when you wake up the next day and the sun is high in the sky that you register that he rolled out your futon for you, tucked you into bed, and kissed your forehead as a goodnight and goodbye. But all of this is washed away by the relief you feel when you read the note he’s left behind telling you that he’s returned to Tokyo, and to enjoy your break. 

So you do. 

You relish every bite of the meals you have at the ryokan. It’s nice not having to cook or scarf down your food at your office desk for once. You fill your time flitting between the onsens and curling up in your room with a book, taking frequent cat naps until tomorrow comes around again and it’s time to check out and head home. 

There’s a brief moment of surprise when the reception informs you politely that your husband already paid your bill - but you suppose that’s just Tetsuro being efficient at racking up credit card points. The bullet train takes you back to Tokyo, and a couple stops on the subway takes you home.  

“Okaeri”, you call softly out of habit, not expecting anyone to respond, but Kuroo responds with an even softer ‘Tadaima’, striding over to take your bags from you and usher you into the apartment. There are pink roses sitting in a vase, but you pay it no mind. 

“The girls?” you ask, already headed in the direction of their room. 

“I picked them up from your mom”, Kuroo responds. “Don’t wake them up, I just put them to bed”.

A peek into their room and it settles your mind to see that your girls are safe and sound asleep. 

“Thanks,” you say, back in the kitchen, checking the fridge for what you can whip up for breakfast for you and the girls tomorrow. “By the way, I’ll pay you back for the hotel room from my own money, don’t worry.”

“It’s fine”, Kuroo answers, scratching his head. His hair seems a little more rumpled than usual. “I’ll cover it. I should’ve realised you needed a break.”

“You sure? You don’t have to pay for me, I’ve got money of my own.”

“No, let me pay for it, please. It’s the least I can do.” 

You shrug. “Okay”, you say gracelessly. “Thank you.”

He continues to watch you over the kitchen counter as you lay out bread, eggs, ham, cheese. It’ll do for a quick breakfast for the girls tomorrow, never mind the guilt eating away at you that you really should do better than feeding them processed food all the time. You’re so preoccupied with planning the morning rush, the best way to clear the stack of reports that must have piled up on your desk at work by now that you miss Kuroo rounding the counter to stare down at you worriedly. 

“You haven’t had dinner?” 

“Oh no, I had a bento on the train on the way back.” It’s second nature to you to brush away anyone’s concern. “It’s for the girls’ breakfast.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll take them to childcare before work tomorrow. Sleep in and take a break.”

“Really?” You stare back at him, confused. He doesn't even take charge of the girls in the mornings when you’re sick, your mother always has to fill in your place. He only ever turns up on the first day of school each year. 

“Yes, of course. In fact, I’ve rearranged my work schedule so I can take them to school all of this week at least.”

“Oh”, you say, brows furrowed in confusion. “Okay, I guess. Wake me up if you need my help.”

“I won’t”, he replies, with a cocky smirk that seems almost false. “Goodnight, love.”

You don’t think of Kuroo’s strange behaviour overmuch, falling asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow. 

Kuroo continues to act strangely all of next week. 

As promised, he takes charge of getting the girls out of bed and ready for school. But you’re taken aback when he starts coming home for dinner, completely floored when he hands you a whole armful of bath salts and orders you to take a relaxing, hot bath while he wrangles both the girls and the washing machine into submission. 

He even calls your mother to ask her to babysit on a Saturday evening so he can take you out for dinner at a fancy restaurant that serves foam instead of food. You manage to stumble through conversation with him - a commendable effort, since it’s been so long since you’ve even held a proper conversation with him besides snatches of discussion about the girls. 

At least until he states during dessert - “we can make it work if you want to quit your job and stay home full time with the children.”

The mousse on your spoon melts by the time you put it down on your plate. 

“Did the guys at work tell you it’s easier to have a housewife instead of a working wife? Are you saying this because you don’t think I’m a good enough mother to our girls? Is that what this is about?”

Kuroo shakes his head frantically, reaches across the table for your hand, but you yank it away with a glare. The extra rest you’ve gotten this week has injected a little more fight in you. 

“I try my best to be a good wife and mother, but I’m sorry I can’t be perfect and be there for you and the girls 24/7.” You press down on the sliver of cake with a vengeance. Clink! goes the flat of your spoon against the porcelain plate. “I’m sorry for being selfish, but I don’t want to be reliant on you.”

You regret your harsh words when Kuroo slumps back into his chair, murmuring “I just wanted you to be happy. Forget I ever said that.”

He pays the bill and you walk home in silence. He bids you goodnight with a crumpled smile. 

It finally clicks when you are startled awake by Kuroo’s shout of alarm. 

You roll over, grabbing his shoulder to shake him awake from the nightmare that has him in its grip. His eyes jolt open, and the sight of your face makes him sink back into the pillow with a sigh of relief. 

“Thank the gods you haven’t left.”

“Why would I leave? This is my home, isn’t it?” You mumble, turning your back to him again. 

You feel the bed shift as Kuroo sits up. 

“No”, he rasps, voice rough with sleep. “I was afraid you left me”. 

Oh. So that’s what all of this is about. 

You must stay quiet for far too long, because he gingerly crawls over to you. 

“Dearest”, he says, your heart suddenly aching because you don’t remember the last time you heard him use that pet name with any amount of affection. “Darling”, he tries again, pawing at your back. You shut your eyes resolutely and refuse to turn to face him. 

He doesn’t give up, even though the distance between you seems to yawn wide and wider with each passing second. 

“Are you?” he asks, his words small, shrunken in the still, dark room. “Going to leave me, I mean.” 

No, you’re about to say, the word balancing at the tip of your tongue but it feels wrong. Your break has given you the space to breathe, the time to think. It’s made you realise what you’ve said to him in the ryokan that night remains true. 

This week has shown you that Kuroo can do better as a husband, as a father if he wants to. But he’s poisoned your marriage with neglect, forced you to dress up your sadness in silence, allowed your resentment to fester and simmer into frigid indifference. If you reassure him that you aren’t going to leave him, it’s only because you’re too tired to, not because you actually love him anymore. 

“I don’t know, Tetsuro. Our daughters deserve to grow up with both their parents, but I’m not sure I want them to learn from my example that it’s okay to shoulder the weight of marriage, parenthood and a full time job all by themselves. Your dreams and career are important, I know, but I’m just so tired of being alone in this marriage when it was always supposed to be a partnership between me and you.” 

You hear him choke back a sob. You should comfort him, but the exhaustion you feel at being honest with him, with yourself, weighs your bones down, forces you to sink further down into your mattress. 

“I’m sorry”, he finally says. 

“I’m tired, Tetsuro”, you whisper brokenly, clutching the blankets to your chin. “I think I deserve better.”

“I know. I’ll make it better, I promise.” 

You want to ask him how, but your eyelids grow heavy, and you allow yourself to submerge into slumber. 

You’re not sure what to expect, but the ground beneath your feet shifts. Things start to change. 

Kuroo continues to take your daughters to childcare in the morning on the way to work as he did last week. That very weekend, he straps Fumiko to his chest, takes Aiko by her hand, and within an hour at the department store aided by a flash of his credit card, he purchases a dishwasher and robot vacuum for the house. He loads the dishes without you asking, runs the robot vacuum remotely once a day. It buys you time to breathe, a little more time to sleep. 

He doesn’t always make it home in time for dinner, but he tries his best to rush home so he can read the girls a bedtime story and tuck them into bed. 

“Dada”, Fumiko lisps, chubby fists wound around Kuroo’s tie. ‘I wanna hear another princess story!” 

“No Fumiko! Papa promised to tell us how he met mama!” Aiko prods Kuroo’s side with the wooden doll Yaku sent from Russia that you know he abhors. ‘Keep your promises, papa!” 

“Alright, settle down you monsters. I’ll tell you two stories if you promise to go to sleep right after that.” The girls cheer. “Now. Let’s see. A long, long time ago, your papa met your mama when she decided to beat him up because she thought he was trying to steal her food.” 

“You were trying to steal my food”, you interrupt, leaning against the doorway amused. “You didn’t stop til I stabbed you with my fork.”

He glances up, surprised when you sit beside him on the bed. Then he grins. 

“You left it on the table, dearest. What was a guy supposed to think?” 

“Mama, please let dada tell the story”, Aiko interjects with a huff. 

“Hurry up, dada! I want the princess story next!” Fumiko pulls at her silly dada’s shirt, pouting. 

You both laugh. There’s a soft smile playing on his lips when his eyes meet yours. 

Travelling all around Japan is still part of his job as a marketing director of the Japanese Volleyball Association. But now Kuroo pares it down to the bare minimum, makes sure he’s always back by the weekend at the very least to sweep the girls in his arms and shoo you off for a break of afternoon tea with your friends or shopping with your mom. 

“Will you be ok when I’m gone?”

You hand him his suitcase, a flask of his favourite tea. “I’ve always managed fine. Nothing’s changed.”

He bends down to kiss Aiko on her forehead, pinch Fumiko’s cheek playfully. 

“Yes. Well. I’ll come home soon”, he says, quietly. You startle slightly as he brushes his thumb over your wrist, lets it drift over your pulse point. “Please wait for me.” 

You glance up at him from beneath your lashes. “I’ll see you soon then”, you reply. His smile widens, his eyes are hopeful, bright. 

On the weekends, he stops flitting off for work functions and events. Instead, now he joins you for lunches at the kaiten zushi near your house, indulging the girls by ordering yet another plate of sushi just so Aiko has another chance to win a toy from the gachapon and Fumiko has another chance at feeling grown up when she lifts the plate from the conveyor belt. He stops ducking out from dinners at the grandparents’ place - both his and yours. Your mom stops giving him dirty looks when he actually turns up more than three times in a row with sake in hand. 

Once every so often, he even throws little parties for your family of four, going so far as to buy a frilly pink apron that makes your daughters giggle when he whips it out for the first time. After a few mishaps (and a number of frantic calls to Fukunaga), he masters how to make takoyaki and okonomiyaki, and in the colder months, he makes steaming pots of nabe and shabu shabu. 

“Itadakimasu” you murmur, and the girls follow suit. “It tastes good”, you say. 

He ducks his head bashfully, pink dusting the column of his neck. 

“Thank you”, he replies. “That means a lot, coming from you.” 

You start to savour the bubbles of happiness in your chest when you see how your daughters’ eyes shine when they see their papa whip out the pink apron. You learn to laugh when you hear the pitter patter of little feet, their delighted squeals and shrieks when they tell you the latest exploits their silly papa is cooking up - sparklers under the stars one weekend, a nerf gun fight, the next.

The weight on your shoulders grows lighter and lighter until one day you hardly notice it at all. 

“What’s wrong?” you frown at the sight of your husband dashing out of your bedroom, hair a frazzled mess. 

He whips around at the sound of your voice. “Oh. Oh.” He approaches you, slowly, carefully. “You’re still here.”

Your frown deepens. “My boss called and asked me to send out an urgent email. I was just about to go back to bed. Tetsuro, is everything alright?” 

He nods. “It’s fine - I just... I just woke up and thought you were gone.” 

You take a closer look. It’s dark, but the shadows of the night fail to hide the purple smudges beneath his eyes, the fine lines carved into his brow. His shoulders are bowed, his lips downturned and he looks broken, battered.    

Your heart hurts for him. 

“I’m here”, you say, beckoning him towards you. Physical affection has been scarce between you two for so, so long but he looks so distraught it’s only natural to pull him close, let him rest his head on your lap. “I’m here, Tetsuro. I’m not about to run off into the night – you know I don’t like the cold.”

He doesn’t laugh at your feeble joke. “Are you happier now? Are things better for you?” 

“Yes”, you say firmly, combing your fingers through his hair, rubbing circles along his back. “Thank you, Tetsuro. I appreciate it. I really do.”

You can feel him sag in relief. 

“You don’t have to work yourself to the bone for me. That’s – that’s never what I was asking for. If you’re tired, you need to take a break.”

He shakes his head stubbornly. “I’m fine. I can bear it as long as you don’t leave me.” 

“Tetsuro –“ 

He sits up abruptly, takes your hands in his. 

“Promise you won’t leave me”, he begs, head bowed. “I know I’ve been a shit husband to you for so long. It’s no excuse, but I thought - ” he swallows heavily, waits until his voice stops wavering. “I thought we were ok, ‘cos we didn’t fight, not like my parents did before – before my mother left.”

“I was too tired to fight with you”, you say simply. 

He nods once, jerkily. “I know – I know that now. When you disappeared that day, I didn’t know what to do. I went to your mom’s place and she reamed me out, screamed at me in front of the neighbours. I took the kids back, and it made me realise how fucking hard it was for you to do it all alone.” He inhales, closing his eyes as if the memory aches. “I know it’s late but I’ve changed, I swear. The girls need you. I need you. I’ll do anything as long as you stay.”

His fingers are freezing, but you do not pull away. Not when the desperation reflected in his irises makes your heart lurch in pain.

“It was hard”, you confess, and he shudders, struck in the chest by your honesty. “It was so hard, Tetsuro. You hurt me so damn much that I think I became numb to the pain. I don’t think I was really functioning for a while. For a long while.”  

“I’m sorry”, he whispers, and you nod shakily. 

“I know”, you reply, reaching out a hand to cup his face, a bittersweet twist to your lips as he melts into your touch. “That’s a chapter of my life, of our marriage that can’t be re-written. We can’t rewind that. But the past few months have been so different. I – you’ve shown me you’ve changed. And I think –“

You fall silent. 

He prompts you. “Dearest?” 

You recall the glimmer of light in your daughters’ eyes every morning when he takes their hands to walks them to school. You hear the echoes of their laughter, the lilt in their sweet voices every night when they welcome him home. You think of the tea parties he throws, the blanket forts he builds, the frilly pink apron he wears without shame and the bedtime stories he weaves every night.

“I think”, you say, with a smile that reminds him of the rising sun. “I think we can make this work again.” 

He stares at you until the weight of your words dawns upon him, and he surges forward to fold you into his arms. 

“Thank you”, he whispers into the shell of your ear. “I won’t fuck this up again, I promise.” 

“Don’t thank me, you silly man”, you nuzzle into his neck sleepily, draping your arms around his waist. “Thank yourself for making me believe in you.”

He laughs wetly, cradling you close as you fall asleep against his chest, soothed by his heartbeat and the tenderness in his gaze.  

Fumiko wakes you up unceremoniously before the sun even rises by climbing into your lap, and you open your eyes to Aiko pouting, hands on hips, demanding to know what’s for breakfast, and dada, dada, make a ham sandwich, pretty please with a cherry on the top. 

“You guys are little monsters”, Kuroo teases with dancing eyes. “Can’t even give your papa a break to snuggle up to your mama.” 

The girls shriek in dismay. “Don’t be mean”, you admonish him gently. 

He mock sniffs. “I’m cranky in the mornings unless I get a morning kiss.”

Aiko and Fumiko crowd the sofa, clamouring to give their papa a kiss, but he stalls them with an imperious wave of his hand. 

“This morning, only a kiss from your mama can chase my crankiness away”. His tone is teasing, but his shoulders remain tense.  

“Nonsense. You make it sound as if kisses contain caffeine”, you scold, swatting his arm lightly as the girls giggle. 

“Yours do!” he protests, and you roll your eyes as you press your lips to the corner of his lips, laughing when he puffs out his chest and declares his day can now start, that everything’ll be as right as rain.

Some days are full of sunshine, whilst others are full of rain. That’s life – but it’s bearable, enjoyable even, now that you and Kuroo face each day together, thanking the sun when it shines, and splashing through puddles on rainy days. 

Things recalibrate. 

The mornings are his domain now – he’s a master at concocting the most random breakfast items to satisfy your finnicky daughters. Aiko sniffs when she informs you that she’d prefer her papa to braid her hair, thank you very much, and when you shoot a look of death at Kuroo, he can’t even keep his face straight, his trademark hyena laugh erupting from his chest. 

You cook dinner in the evenings, appreciating the times when he can join you at the table, not counting the nights he can’t against him because you know he’s trying his best. The girls clamour for his stories every night, laughing when he teasingly scolds them for yanking on his tie, demanding goodnight kisses from both him and you. 

Now you force Kuroo to take some time to himself, shoo him off for lunches with Kenma, get-togethers with his Nekoma schoolmates. “I know you can manage it”, you tell him archly, “but you need breaks  so you don’t burn out, or worse – you’ll lose your hair and we don’t want that”. When he opens and closes his mouth without a smart retort, you smirk. You get your way. 

Both of you organise parties and playdates, inviting your shared friends – Kenma, of course, is a frequent guest, Bokuto, who brings along Akaashi and his sweet tempered little son (who Aiko always manages to pick a fight with, much to Kuroo’s amusement). You host Kai, who always brings offerings of flowers from his garden, Yaku, when he’s in town with his daughter, son and alarmingly fat cat. The adults congregate in the kitchen with food and alcohol, cracking good natured jokes at Kuroo and his frilly pink apron, watching the children cause a ruckus in the living room. 

But you cherish the quiet moments you share with Kuroo at night when the children are asleep in bed. The chats you have whilst soaking in a hot bath about your day at work, the snippets of stories he shares about his boss, his crazy colleagues, the warmth of his arm around you as you stay up to clear emails late into the night, the heated kisses he presses to the nape of your neck to distract you when he thinks you’re working too hard. 

It’s a good life. You’re happy, and so is he. 

A year slips by. 

The seasons come full circle. You return to the ryokan, finding peace in soaking yourself in steaming pools, watching the bamboo sway, the sun rise over Mt. Fuji. But this time, you’re not alone. You persuade Kuroo that he, too, needs a break - deserves one, truly. So you leave the girls with your mother and take the bullet train down to Hakone. 

He shoots you a smirk as you both emerge from the private bath he’d insisted on booking. You swat at him, pulling your yukata higher up your neck, scowling as he winds an arm around your waist to press you into his side. 

“You couldn’t wait til we got back to our room?” you hiss at him. 

He chuckles lowly in response. “Didn’t hear you complaining”, he retorts. 

“We were in an onsen, Tetsuro!” 

“A private one”, he says with a waggle of his eyebrows, laughing aloud when you try and fail to slap your hand over his mouth. “What d’you think I was going to do with my lovely wife? I’m not a monk, sweetheart”

You try your best to shush him, but his cackling manages to capture the attention of everyone in the lift.  

“What a happy couple”, an old lady remarks, within your earshot. “They must be newly married” 

You think she must be a little senile. Or a little blind. 

Neither of you are in your first flush of youth anymore - there are streaks of grey in Tetsuro’s mop of hair, extra weight in your hips and lines in your faces. No one could conceivably mistake you for a pair of newlyweds.

“Nah”, Kuroo drawls easily into your ear. “Just your regular old, married couple.”

You don’t speak until you’re safely in your room. 

“A regular, old, happily married couple”, you say, as he hands you a cup of tea. “That obaa-san got that part right at least.”

Kuroo chokes on the lump of emotion in his throat as you serenely sip your tea. 

The tea tastes bitter (as it always does), but the kisses that follow are so very, very sweet. 

[keijisprettygirl]

➺ synopsis ;

𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸𝘀 & 𝗽𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲𝘀. 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗲𝘀, 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝘀𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱. 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗺, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗰 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘀. 𝘀𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗻?

Pogue! Kuroo Tetsurou x Kook! fem! reader

➪ 𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑇𝑈𝑆: ongoing

➪ 𝐺𝐸𝑁𝑅𝐸: Outer Banks (OBX) AU, SMAU, AGED UP! angst, fluff, drama, summer break! forbidden love

➪ 𝐺𝐸𝑁𝐸𝑅𝐴𝐿 𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆: profanity, judgemental and rude rich people, toxic relationships/friendships, rivalry between two social classes, alcohol consumption, mentions of drugs, suggestive themes but nothing too kinky! Kita is an asshole ):

➪ 𝑇𝐴𝐺𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑇: open | now closed.

➪ 𝐴/𝑁: this does not follow the storyline of Outer Banks and it won’t matter if you haven’t seen the show! also, pretend Outer Banks is in japan and not in the US😭🙏🏼

( always read fun facts after every chapter )

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐤?

A Kook is a person who lives in Figure 8, in the north side of the Outer Banks. They are typically well-off and have the most power on the island.

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐏𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞?

A Pogue is a name given to a group of people that are from The Cut, the south side of the Outer Banks. The Cut is home to the working class, citizens who make livings bussing tables, washing yachts, and running charters.

Kooks ❣︎ Pogues

❥ Ch.1 | POGUES 4 LIFE.

❥ Ch.2 | im trying to make you my step daughter y/n.

❥ Ch.3 | fight me rat.

❥ Ch.4 | NO pogue on kook macking.

❥ Ch.5 | are you drunk?

❥ Ch.6 | she’s like a spitting cobra

❥ Ch.7 | stalk some milfs down at the peer.

❥ Ch.8 | fuck you. you absolute buffoon. you fucking cretin.

❥ Ch.9 | please don’t HEHE me rn.

❥ Ch.10 | what is funny about a cat in pain.

❥ Ch.11 | kuroo you suck shit bruh eat a toe.

❥ Ch.12 | i said i hate you, are you deaf.

❥ Ch.13 | okay simp.

❥ Ch.14 | shes deaf.

❥ Ch.15 | ok girl i see you *purrs*

❥ Ch.16 | finish your sentence you ugly bitch.

❥ Ch.17 | spit on me.

❥ Ch.18 | SUS ??????

❥ Ch.19 | reminder: slay them all.

❥ Ch.20 | lmao don’t be a little shit shoyo.

❥ Ch.21 | miss girl….

❥ Ch.22 | where you saw bae???

❥ Ch.23 | mr l/n…....?

❥ Ch.24 | im gonna fucking kill you sunarin.

❥ Ch.25 | you’re too annoying to listen to.

❥ Ch.26 | arent y’all inlove or something? tf?

❥ Ch.27 | HELP. I HSVE BEEN ATTACKED.

❥ Ch.28 | CHILE ANYWAYS.

❥ Ch.29 | yeh ong i swear on aran’s life.

❥ Ch.30 | WAIT WHY’D YOU REMOVE ARAN??

❥ Ch.31 | Cthulhu is a fictional cosmic entity!?

❥ Ch.32 | man shut up i swear u jinx this shit

❥ Ch.33 | …

❥ Ch.34 | …

❥ Ch.35 | …

— 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙��𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 ~

[pearl-blue-musings]

I Don’t Want You Back

I know it’s Thursday but I had to write this why yes this was inspired by another BØRNS song dont @ me

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsuro x gn!reader

Warnings: angst, alcohol mention, cheating, there is comfort as always, post time skip!

Word count: 1K

He truly should have known better by this point. Kuroo does his best to even out his breathing under the covers as his, well soon to be ex, partner stumbles into their apartment. He’s not entirely sure why he keeps giving them chances as he glances at the clock that reads 4 am. Kuroo knew they worked late but to be coming in this late and smelling like that? It took everything in him to not blow his cover. He wants to yell, scream, and cry about everything he’s done for this relationship but he knows it’ll fall on deaf ears. So he does what he typically does and waits for them to fall asleep before sending you a text message.

“It happened again.”

He also knows better than to wait up for your reply since you’re a heavy sleeper. You’ve been his rock for as long as he can remember. Neighbors turned friends, to becoming his high school team manager, to supporting him working for the national team, you’ve been there though it all. And although you should be asleep, he’s the one person you don’t put on do not disturb.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

Kuroo gasps in his bed at your reply which alerts his partner to him being awake. “Tetsu babe,” they start, “I told you not to wait up for me.” They try to kiss his cheek but he pulls away. “C’mon don’t do this, it’s late.”

“Where the hell were you?”

They roll their eyes and try to rub his shoulder. “That’s none of your business.”

Kuroo abruptly gets up, slapping the mattress, “it is my business when my lover comes home at 4 in the morning smelling like booze and sex.” He pauses to try and catch any semblance of sorrow on their face and he sees none. “I know you’re cheating on me. And I’m done. Pack your shit and get out.”

They scoff and slowly get up. “Tetsurou you can’t be serious—“

“It’s Kuroo and I’m very serious.” His partner had never heard him speak with such intense seriousness; always jokes and flirtations. So of course they thought it would be easy to cheat on someone so busy and carefree. They roll their eyes and get up.

“Fine, he was better in bed anyways and made more money.”

“Then why don’t ya fucking go to him then?!”

An hour passes and Kuroo now sits in a semi empty apartment. He has to write apology notes to his neighbors for having to hear the noises so early in the morning. 5:30 is usually when he wakes up to hit the gym and get to work early but today is different as he sits on his couch with his face in his hands. However, a soft knock on his door has him breathing deeply before he gets up. His tired golden eyes peek into the peep hole and sees you standing there. He quickly opens the door and is immediately embraced by you. This is when Kuroo breaks down and cries into your shoulder. You shush him and bring him into his apartment and show him the affection he’s truly been missing.

The two of you call in sick for the day and spend it wrapped in each other’s arms and lazing around.

One year later

It took longer than he thought possible but he was able to successfully move on in his life. Kuroo was unaware of how much his ex had gaslit him and emotionally abused him so being with you was easy and a breath of fresh air. Being together didn’t come easily or suddenly, but gradually. After all, it is only your 4 month anniversary. You decided to treat him by taking him to your favorite club for some debauchery with your closest friends. Kenma couldn’t have looked more out of place but Bokuto was right at home. It had been a long and rough week at work so he truly wanted to let go with some of his inner circle.

Shot after shot was offered to him and he was starting to feel really good. So good that he was sure he saw someone that looked vaguely familiar. Those eyes, that hair, that stare… ah yes his ex. You hadn’t noticed as you were entertaining Bokuto and a funny joke he had told you and Kenma. You were so enraptured you didn’t even notice Kuroo get up and stumble toward the bar. You try to lean on him and you almost fall over when you see he’s not there. You blink slowly when you finally spot his bed hair walking toward someone you thought you’d never see again. Your heart sank as you saw them, his head resting in his hand on the bar top and them laughing and trying to touch his arm. You look away before it gets any worse and move to get up. You were always there for him and supported him through everything, so why did seeing him with his past lover gut you like a knife?

“Excuse me,” you slur to his friends as you get up and head to the bathroom. You try to push your way through the crowd and hold back tears at the same time. You’re barely there when a hand grabs your shoulder.

“Kit, kitten. Where ya going?”

The innocence and love in his eyes were always a weakness of yours and you couldn’t lie to him. The alcohol induced tears start to fall and that sobers Kuroo up. He carefully wipes away your tears with his finger as he cups your face. “Babe, what happened? D-did someone touch you?”

“I-,” you start. “I saw you. With them. I know they’re here…”

His eyebrows lift before softening, an equally soft smile on his face. He brings you in for a chaste kiss before resting his forehead against yours. “Baby doll, if you stared longer, you would have heard me tell them “I don’t want you back” okay? They tried, hell so did the liquor, but there’s only one person I love right now.

“And it’s you.”

[seraphdreams]

cw- incest, dubcon, age gap, multiple rounds, car sex, praise, slight choking, slight gagging, slight dumbification

kuroo x f!reader

kuroo-nii is so caring. taking you on long walks around the beach, telling you about how much he missed being home with you. but inadvertently, how much he missed fucking you.

it wasn’t too surprising that he led you back to his car, holding your hand so innocently; like a little baby in need of protecting. “nii-chan, where are we going?” you couldn’t help but ask. he paused, eyes scanning over the dainty outfit you had on. you took notice and buckled your knees in response.

“sit in the backseat with me. let’s talk” he replied, turning his head back to the empty seats and open car door. kuroo’s car was a nice size, enough room for you to sleep inside if you wanted.

you nodded your head and crawled onto the black leather cushions. you gave him a confused look. he had stared at you so intently, like he wanted something. “you’re not gonna come in?” you question, scooting closer to where he stood. he blantantly ignored your concern, instead rubbing his large rough hands over the smooth skin of your thighs.

“nii-chan?”

it was as if he was in a trance, not caring about the way you flailed around as he lifted up your skirt to reveal the thin, shear underwear you had on. “these are the type of panties you wear out with your older brother?” you closed your eyes in shame, silently cursing to yourself. “you must really know what i like”

he pushed the cloth to the side revealing your soaked cunt dripping with arousal. a small smirk curled on his lips; prodding his thick, limber fingers, he dipped them into your cunt. “tetsuro!” you gasped. the feeling was familiar. the way he’d pump them into you, curling at that one spot that made you feel dizzy, that made you gush around him. he used his thumb to rub harsh circles on your clit.

“you like that?” he groaned, feeling at how your cunt tightened around the digits. “mhm! mhm!” you felt the coil in your core tense as his skilled fingers continued to create sweet friction against your walls. “‘m gonna cum! please!”. with that, you creamed all over his fingers. he pulled out his fingers, watching as your hole greedily clenched on nothing, then brought them to his mouth; swiping your essence with his tongue.

a few quiet moments passed by as he unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down revealing his cock. you could feel the pulsing in your cunt grow louder, watching the way he wrapped his hands around the thick girth of his shaft, jerking in slow motions before he aligns it with your slit.

you let out a silent scream as he seated himself inside you. “nii-chan! h-hurts” you cried; he slowly dragged his cock along your walls. “you’re a big girl, i, ah—know you can take it” he said through gritted teeth. you took hold of his shoulder, digging your nails into the muscle.

he quickened his pace, going deeper and deeper, brushing against your cervix. each time he slammed into you, it made your vision hazy and mind dull. the little bouts of praise he cooed every once in a while, fell upon deaf ears. “are you with me, pretty girl?”. he was so caring in the way he moved the hairs sticking on your forehead to the side.

you stifle a moan and nod your head. the next few thrusts were harder, sloppier. the sounds of skin slapping and lewd squelching was the only sound that seemed to fill your ears.

“tetsuro! g’nna cum! please!” you cried out. his pace is brutally fast now, rubbing along your g-spot. you could feel yourself come undone on his cock, spraying your liquid orgasm as you huff out in release. “good girl, such a good girl” he praised.

quickly and without warning, he had flipped you on your stomach, continuing his fatal pace. “nii-chan! tetsu-!” you try to whine out, but his hand snaked to your mouth, hooking his fingers to your jaw. the haziness in your brain is even more prominent, like a dizzying headache.

tears began to flow down your cheeks, meshing along with the drool that was leaking all over his leather seats. he wrapped his free hand around your neck, pushing you harder onto his cock

you could feel the impending orgasm build back up in your core. you tried to say his name but it only came out muffled. before you knew it, you had coated his cock in the milky white of your orgasm.

he growled lowly, pulling his length out and jerking the head a few times until he coated your back with his seed.

he loosened his grip on your neck then leaned over to your ear, whispering with a lustful lilt in his tone.

“let your onii-chan fuck you this hard again, yeah?”

[justauthoring]

Lie Your Way To The Truth

Prompt: Ooh I have an idea - Bokuto being a bro and coming up with increasingly absurd heroic acts for Kuroo to impress the reader?? Like “saving” a child from “drowning”, bragging about him so on Requested by: anonymous.

A/N: I very much adore Kuroo, and want you all to know I listed to a Kuroo playlist while writing this fic cause I felt it was only natural. Pairing: Kuroo Tetsuro x F!Reader

“There she is!”

“Honestly, Bokuto, this is absurd--!”

“Shh,” there’s a resounding clap as his hand hits his chest, “this will work.”

Your eyes scan across the entire gym, easing when you catch sight of the group of boys you’d been sent after. After the managers noticed a select few still hadn’t come to grab dinner, they’d sent you promptly on their way after them (and specifically your team’s captain) without really letting you get a word in edgewise.

Nonetheless, you hadn’t had much to complain about. Because you were all too happy to have the chance to catch up with Kuroo. He had, of course, been lately busy with training camp going on.

You catch his eye, offering a bright smile as you make your way into the gym. All eyes fall on you at your intrusion, but Bokuto being the way he always is, continues on with his conversation with Kuroo, quite loudly if you were being honest.

“It’s honestly thanks to you, man,” he sends a jab to Kuroo’s side, “that that puppy is now safe and all warm and happy in it’s new home. Without you, it would’ve probably starved, maybe even to death, and--”

Sending a look Kuroo’s way at Bokuto’s words, to which the man only blushes, you come to a stop in front of the two, as the other’s gather around them. “Hello boys,” you greet warmly, tilting your head to the side in a greeting that has Kuroo’s stomach fluttering with butterflies of all things and he’s almost completely enamored by the presence of you.

“Y/N/N!”

At least until he nearly goes deaf at Bokuto’s boisterous greeting.

Kuroo straightens out the second Bokuto’s arm leaves his shoulders, letting out a small sigh at the relief it puts on his already tired muscles. But Bokuto seems all too oblivious, his attention now fully on you as the rest stare on in wonder. Well, at least, Lev and Tsukishima seem curious, Akaashi looks like this is a daily occurrence for him.

“I did not see you come in at all,” he adds, putting a little too much emphasis on his words.

You just seemed confused, baffled even -- which was a lot given that Bokuto didn’t really make sense most of the time. And Kuroo can’t help the small smile that curls onto his lips when you once again look towards him for some kind of guidance, to which he simply shrugs, and the two of you, in his opinion, share your own little moment.

“Ah, well, anyways,” you laugh lightly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and Kuroo shamelessly watches the movement of your hand with great focus. “I came to grab you guys because they’re about to put dinner away and start cleaning up for the night and I didn’t want you--ahh!”

A squeak leaves your lips as you’re all but suddenly swept up into a pair of strong arms, your feet leaving to comfortable ground beneath you completely. It takes you a moment, a blink or two before you realize it’s Bokuto whose got you all wrapped up in his arms, cheering loudly; “you’re an absolute savior, Y/N/N! I’m starving!”

Frowning, Kuroo steps forward; “put her down, dumbass. Before you drop her.”

Bokuto heeds, but the second you’re back on your own two feet, a little dizzy if nothing else, he’s sending a pout the boys way. “Moo... You’re so cruel, Kuroo.” But his sadness doesn’t last as Akaashi simply reminds him the two of them better start heading towards the cafeteria before the foods all gone, pointing towards the door Lev and Tsukishima have already made their way out of.

“Hey hey hey!” Bokuto cheers, voice booming as he drags Akaashi along with him.

Kuroo and you watch the two run off, realizing a second later that it’s just the two of you left.

“Did you eat?” Kuroo asks you, pulling your attention on him as he moves forward.

You nod, smiling softly. “I ate with Kenma,” you explain, “and I put a plate aside for you.”

Kuroo’s eyes gleam. “How thoughtful,” he whistles, pressing a hand right above his heart before sending you a smirk. “I never thought you cared about me so much, Y/N/N.”

You flush lightly, “sh-shut up,” you huff, picking up the speed in your step. “I made one for Lev too, of course!”

But, in reality, you didn’t.

-

“Didn’t you save a kid from drowning once?”

It’s breakfast the next morning, and instantly you’re one sided focus on your breakfast is interrupted as Bokuto’s words drift towards you. Swallowing the food in your mouth, you look up from your spot across from the two boys, quirking a curious brow.

“You did?” You question, attention focused solely on Kuroo -- thus, you miss the sly grin that grows on Bokuto’s lips.

“Well, not--” He cuts off by a groan, Bokuto’s elbow hitting him directly in the gut and sending an unpleasant feeling throughout his entire body. Kuroo sends the boy a sharp glare, but he only responds with a harsher one, subtly tilting his head in your direction as if Kuroo was dumb.

Oh.

Oh...

so this was Bokuto’s plan? Come up with obscure heroic acts to brag about for the sake of impressing you for him... He had to admit it was a good plan, and not a complete lie. He had found a puppy once on the side of the street, but hadn’t necessarily nursed it back to health himself. And there was that one time his cousin had been drowning in the pool, but Kuroo had been too busy laughing at his misfortune to focus on saving him and oh-- what the hell.

Why not?

“I-I did, yes,” Kuroo nods, turning to you with a smirk. “My cousin.”

“That’s right,” Bokuto grins, clapping his hands. “Your mother went on and on about it that one time I came over. She wouldn’t stop gushing about how brave you were.” 

Kuroo eyes you and honestly, you seem a little skeptical if the narrowing of your eyes was any telling. But, you were smiling that cute little smile of yours and you seemed amused nonetheless -- not to mention your attention was focused on him, so, Kuroo felt Bokuto’s plan, despite how odd it seemed to compliment the idiot, was actually working.

“Well then,” you smile over at Kuroo, eyes twinkling with delight. “I’ll make sure to bring you along the next time I go swimming. I absolutely suck.”

Kuroo practically beams with praise.

“Of course!”

-

“Isn’t it kind of bad to... lie?”

“Nah, nah, see, my padawan,” Kuroo pointedly chooses to ignore that comment, “we’re not really lying. Just bending the truth a little.”

“It still seems wrong,” Kuroo frowns, “I don’t want her to be disappointed when she learns I’m not actually that amazing of a person.”

Frowning, Bokuto’s expression turns suddenly serious at that. He promptly sets his hand on his friends shoulder, squeezing tightly in what he’s sure is a reassuring way (but honestly, Kuroo is more weirded out then anything) and sends the boy a wistful look (he just looks like an owl) before nodding; “you aren’t.”

Kuroo blinks. Once, twice, and then all but rips Bokuto’s hand off of him; “what the hell man!”

“Don’t get mad,” Bokuto cries, holding his hands up in surrender. “I’m just telling the truth. We’ve painted you out to be some war hero or something--”

“Hardly.”

“--And you’re definitely not--”

“We don’t know that.”

“But fear not,” Bokuto grins, sending him a thumbs up, “my plan will work.”

And honestly, Kuroo figured it was too late to back out now.

-

“And then he pulled a itty-bitty-kitty from burning in a house--”

“Tetsuro?”

All falls silent as you speak, and Kuroo, wincing, turns to look at you. “Yes?”

Smile never faltering, you tilt your head to the side; “can I speak to you for a minute?”

“Um,” hating the way his chest tightens and everything seems to close in on him, Kuroo forces himself to respond. “O-Of course,” he nods, moving to walk in step with you but not without sending a pointed, somewhat panicked look back at Bokuto who seems plainly oblivious to the fact that they’ve been caught in their lie as he sends him a grin and a thumbs up.

This was so not good.

You don’t stop until the two of you are out of the gym, in the cool night air, away from any prying eyes or ears to listen in on the conversation. Kuroo finds himself uncharacteristically nervous and he almost feels like he’s going to vomit as he prepares himself for your lecture.

You’d have every right, and that’s something he can’t argue against, and he curses himself because he knew he shouldn’t have let Bokuto continue spouting these absurd stories that were so clearly meant to brag and--

“You know you don’t have to make up absurd stories to get my attention right?”

And Kuroo blinks but you seem so entirely not angry that he’s stunned silent.

“I mean, I’ll admit I believed them at first,” you laugh lightly, and the sound of it is so soothing to Kuroo. “But honestly, there’s no need to try and get my attention because... because--” and then you falter, and Kuroo blinks as he notices your gaze lower and your cheeks warm, as if you’re embarrassed--

“I already notice you. Just the way you are.”

Did he... did he hear that correctly?

Was that... was that meant to be a confession?

You’d just confessed to him, and Kuroo’s so completely in his own head with disbelief that he doesn’t realize with each passing moment you’re growing more and more unsure.

“Unless,” you squeak, causing Kuroo to blink down at you. “Unless I misread the situation and you weren’t trying to get my attention. Which if that’s the case, i’m so--”

But you never finish because in the next second Kuroo’s lips are pressed firmly against your own and his arms are slipping around your waist, pulling you flush against him he pours his absolutely everything into that kiss like he’s being dying to do since you walk through those gym doors three years ago.

“Yes, operation get-Y/N-to-notice-Kuroo a success!”

“What an original name...”

“Were you watching us?”

“Bokuto!”

[duckymcdoorknob]

Hey! Congratulations for 300! I found your recent event from your tags, and I'm happy I did! So, for the event :

May I request a drabble with fem!reader x kuroo where reader has GAD (generalised anxiety disorder) ? You can make up any scenario related to that, but here's one I had in mind : Basically reader is really scared of d/ath and is anxious about listening to heartbeats, because anxiety makes you think that it could stop at any moment- and that just leads you to more and more negative thoughts. So you can write a drabble where kuroo is cuddling reader and this happens-? Anyways, congratulations again! <3

YESSSSS THIS IS GONNA BE SO CUTE THANK YOU FOR THE FIRST PROMPT!

VERY EXCITED

In A Heartbeat

Ships: Tetsurou Kuroo x Fem!reader

Warnings: heart stopping mention, GAD, small anxiety attack, D/th mention.

Prompt: Above!

Tags: General Taglist ✨ @lisiwalker, @rebloging-everything, @fushigum, @koushismatchalatte, @littlebbyleesfw

Tetsuro Kuroo was very understanding, a quality in which (Y/N) loved about him. He understood whenever his girlfriend needed space, he understood when she was a little antsy and needed a break, he just understood.

But what he didn’t understand was why she was suddenly hesitant to cuddle with him.

Was it something he did? Did he smell funny? Was he too strong in his hold? Was he too warm? Did he fall asleep and start snoring? Was there something on his face? Was his stubble too long? His mind raced about as his girlfriend hesitantly settled into his embrace.

“My sweet girl. You know you can tell me anything, right?” He asked in a low voice, kissing the crown of her head, “I promise you’re safe. You can lean back into me and we can watch a movie.”

“I-Alright.” She mumbled, and against proper judgement began settling into his chest.

Bom... Bom... Bom...

It’s there. No need to worry, lean back (Y/N).

She sighed and began to rest her eyes, deafening her ears. All of Tetsuro’s whispers of reassurance fell deaf upon her.

Bom...... Bom...... Bom......

What? Why is it slowing down? Is he dying? Is that why he wants to cuddle so badly? Is this it?!

(Y/N) shifted against Kuroo’s chest, breathing just a tad bit heavily. She tried to shake the feeling, but it wouldn’t go away. What if he was dying? She thought.

Bom, Bom, Bom, Bom

Shit this is it! It always speeds up before it stops! Oh my gosh! Now is the last moment she’ll ever see the love of her life and-

She found herself absolutely quaking in trepidation, gentle sobs raking her figure. She pushed out of Kuroo’s embrace and stood in the center of the room.

“Darling? Hey-hey. Sweet girl, what’s wrong? What can I do?” Tetsu whispered, gently caressing his lover’s shoulders.

“R-right there. Don’t m-move.” (Y/N) whined as she winced at his sudden closeness.

“Okay. Im right here, baby. Just you and me against the world, yeah?” He cooed in a hushed tone, continuing to rub her shoulders.

When she had calmed down, the pair sat back down on the couch. It was time for some long deserved chatting time.

“Okay my darling, what’s up?”

“My anxiety is really, really bad, Tetsu.” She mumbled, turning away from him.

He gently pinched her chin and pulled her back to face him.

“Whenever I hear your heartbeat... I think I’m going to cause you to die... Whether it’s slow, racing, or at rest I just can’t help but think-“

“Hey.” He whispered with a gentle smile, “Can I see your hand?”

Hesitantly, (Y/N) raised her hand up to her boyfriend. He opened it, so that her palm was flat and open. Stealing a quick glance for permission, Kuroo placed his lover’s palm flat on his chest.

“Just like this, feel how it’s nice and steady.” He demanded gently, “When you’re ready, I’ll talk to you a little.”

“M-mhm.”

“Alright. Feel how it’s beating very steadily. My heart is at rest, because it’s calm. You make me feel calm, my sweet girl. Yes, it’s a little slow, but it’s clear and evident.”

(Y/N) sniffled as she felt tears prick the corners of her eyes. She attempted to blink them away, failing miserably. She felt Tetsuro’s heart rate start to pick up, making a move to recoil her hand.

“It’s just risen because I’m worried, lovebug. When I see you cry, or hear you breathe hard, or push away from me, I get worried that you’re upset with me, or scared of me. But for now? I’m just worried about getting you calm and able to trust that I’m alive and well.”

“I-I think I’m ready.” She stated calmly, “T-to cuddle that is.”

Kuroo let out a fond breath of air as his face crinkled into an upward grin. He laid back down on the couch and opened his arms, which (Y/N) stepped into once more.

Bom... Bom... Bom...

He’s safe. You’re safe. Everyone’s safe.

Overtime, both of their heart rates seemed to practically flatline, given their sleeping states. It was a long road ahead of them, but Tetsuro was willing to do anything it took to help his girlfriend feel better, and safer, in their relationship.

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[crazycookies73307]

A/n: A bit fast paced?

I tried to keep it gender neutral but pls tell me if I accidentally used gender specific pronouns!

And I got this one's inspiration from one of the many incorrect quotes I've read, so if the person wants credit for that, pls tell me

Warnings: None! Just good old fluff. Swear word(s?) (d*mn), and they are implied to be living together, I haven't mentioned what they're occupied with tho, so it can be read as a highschool, uni or even working adults timeline.

Where we find out that if Kuroo wants cuddles, then Kuroo gets cuddles

Kuroo Tetsurou X Gender Neutral! Reader

Kuroo, who was currently sitting in front of Y/n's desk in their chair, hugged them closer to his chest.

"Hey Y/n,"

"What is it, Tetsu?"

"Truth or dare?"

"Seriously? Now?"

"Yes."

"Truth."

"How many hours have you slept this week?"

"....... Dare"

"Go to sleep."

"I don't like this game."

"And I don't like you messing up your sleep schedule."

"This is still the weekend, there's still another week left!"

"Tetsu, I've got complete this project by the end of the next week."

"I prefer to do it earlier, and anyways I've just about finished, there's just the conclusion to write."

"Then do it tomorrow, you've to get some rest you know?" He buried his nose into your neck, he had had enough. You had been working on the said project since you ate dinner, which was by the way, at 9:00 pm, and right now, the time was 2:00 am. And, if that wasn't bad enough, you had been doing the same thing the last week too.

You had told Kuroo to not wait up for you, but that guy just never listens. He followed you to your desk, lifted you off the chair, sat down himself and placed you on his lap. Because if Kuroo wants cuddles, then Kuroo gets cuddles, end of story.

He had dozed off every few minutes or so, but now this was getting ridiculous. For one, it was 2 A.M, when you two were supposed to be comfortably wrapped up in bed. Two, you are obviously tired. And three, Kuroo knew that you were currently running on coffee and sheer willpower.

"Tetsu, please, it's just another half an hour or so."

"If that's the case then promise me you'll catch on last week's sleep during this weekend?"

"I promise."

"And that you'll cuddle me properly?"

"Disgusting."

"Excuse me?!"

You chuckled, leaning back towards your Boyfriend's chest.

"Just kidding, Tetsu, you know I love your cuddles."

He smiled "Maybe so, but you love me more than my cuddles, right?"

"I dunno about that, your cuddles are warm."

"....... I'm gonna take that as a compliment."

"Fine with me."

.

Half an hour later

.

"I'm done, finally!"

"About damn time," Kuroo sighed.

"I told you to go to bed, Tetsu."

"And I told you to go to sleep."

"Touché."

Kuroo slipped his hands underneath your knees, and lifted you up, deaf to your protests about how you still have to clean up your desk.

"Do that tomorrow, right now you need rest."

You sighed, it wasn't as if he was going to let you go, so why argue?

Kuroo made his way to your shared bedroom, and started to tuck you both in, holding back a laugh as he noticed how you were already half asleep.

He brought up the blanket before bringing Y/n, who was by now dead asleep, closer to him. A smile tugged at his lips as he drifted off to sleep, he did get his cuddles after all.

[mymegumi]

drifting lights

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x fem!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 2.0k words

warnings: late night drive, sad thoughts, idk, driving and swears

note: another repost from zumis, but anyways giggles i hope you like it bc i wrote a bit more and edited it!!

dedicated: to @tetsustation as an apology for saying i hoped furudate’s least fav char would be kuroo </3 it was a joke /lh

“hey,” kuroo’s words are soft in your ear, volume turned down on your phone to make sure your roommates don’t wake up, “did i wake you?”

“mm,” you’re still groggy from sleep and his voice is a soft timbre against your ear, “s’okay, what’s up?

“can’t a guy just call his girlfriend?”

you hum as you think, turning in bed as you tuck your blanket underneath your chin. across the room, your eyes are blurrily trying to focus on the blinding red letters sitting idly on your analog clock. “not when it’s almost two am, ‘suro.”

“well,” he at least has the decency to sound as apologetic as he can over the phone, “i really did just miss you, wanted to hear your voice.”

it’s only kuroo’s fault when your phone slips from your hands, pillow pressed to your face with your hands as you scream as silently as you can into it. without meaning to, he makes butterflies erupt in your stomach and you try to gather yourself as you bring your phone back up to your ear, hand loosely against your mouth.

“it is way too early for you to be doing this to me,” your scolding is light, and from his faint chuckle, has most likely fallen on deaf ears, “is there anything you want me to do for you?”

there’s a pause and you can hear a little bit of shuffling around from kuroo’s end of the phone before his voice is back, slightly softer than before, “you could come outside.”

“what?”

“you heard me, sweetheart,” you can practically hear the teasing smile that’s on his face as you sit up in your bed, pushing the curtain away from your window to look outside. sure enough, you can recognize the silhouette of your boyfriend faintly illuminated by the streetlight, “come outside.”

“you’re so lucky,” his laughter is cut short as you hang up on him. you climb out of bed and grab a hoodie off of your desk chair, shoving your phone in your pocket as you open your door as quietly as possible.

sneaking downstairs isn’t an issue, and while you shove your shoes on carelessly, you take the quick minute you’re standing still to shove the sweater you had stolen from kuroo over your head. it hangs low, but you’re pulling the heel of your shoes back into their rightful positions as you’re leaving your house.

the door closes with a soft click, and a pair of hands end up resting on your hips as a familiar weight is pressed against the top of your head. it’s not long before kuroo’s arms are wrapped around your waist firmly, and you know you’re not getting out of it until he feels like letting you go, so you lean back into him.

your eyes close as you place your hand over his hands. you keep your voice low as you turn your head to try and get a glance at him, “are you okay?”

the silence itself is enough of an answer for you that you just run your thumb along the ridges of his knuckles. kuroo is one of the best communicators you’d ever dated, and it was always a bad sign if he was being too silent about what was going on inside of his head. you’d learned that unlike many of your friends, kuroo preferred the silence of your presence rather than small talk if he wasn’t feeling his best.

you turn your head backwards at an odd angle to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw as he holds you gently, the only light being the moon over your heads and the warm yellow glow coming from the streetlight a few feet away from your front steps. he’s still quiet when you end up turning in his arms, nose tucked into the warm spot where his pulse rests, steady and loud as you stand on your front step for a few seconds. it reminds you that he’s real and is a tangible reminder of the man you love.

kuroo’s car is parked on the side of the road a little ways away, lights off and engine running as he starts running his hands through your hair. it’s light, right by the outside of your ear and he kisses the crown of your head with soothing touches.

“wanna go on a drive?” his words are barely above a whisper and you can only nod against him, not wanting to move too much before you have. his hands leave your hair as he steps back to look at you.

most of his face is just shadows, the light illuminating the outer edges of his hair but you can still manage to distinguish the handsome lines of his face. despite covering an eye, he’s always had the type of face that you always want to look at and even almost two years into your relationship, that fact still hasn’t changed. when he offers you the smallest of smiles, you can see the exhaustion lining his expression, laced between the adoration he has for you in his eyes.

his hands find their way to your cheeks, cupping carefully as he rubs a finger along the curve of your cheekbone. he leans down to rub your noses together for a second, eyes slipping close and he looks at ease for a brief moment before sealing your lips together.

your hands hang off of his forearms as you press close together, warmth finding you in each other’s embrace. kuroo’s kiss is slow, unhurried, and it steals the sleepiness from you as he turns his head to the side slightly. he tastes like laughter on a summer day, endless nights filled with your hands shoved outside of the sunroof of your too-old-to-be-on-the-road car, and the citrusy tang of clementines and oranges you’d stole from your neighbor.

in the next few minutes the two of you share a few more kisses, each as quick and as dizzying as the one before. as he pulls away, you’re relieved to see some of the stress shed from his expression, eyes bright and awake as he looks back at you. his hand winds with yours as you start the walk to his car, lazily making your way there.

he pulls the door of his car open for you, waiting for you to get in before walking around the front to his own side. when he gets into the car, he double checks to make sure you’re buckled in before he puts his car into drive, pulling out onto your street as he fishes his phone out of his pocket for you.

“any preferences for tonight’s playlist?” unlocking his phone, you’re somewhere on his spotify—scrolling through the amalgamation of absolutely atrocious study playlist names he’d crafted over the years—when he finally settles on something a bit more relaxing than his most recently played playlist.

together, the two of you enjoy the passing scenery as you start to slip into tokyo’s nightscape. the lights are bright and you can’t help but be mesmerized by them as kuroo drives, no end destination in mind, just wanting to enjoy each other’s presence for the moment.

kuroo has always been spontaneous like this for as long as you have been dating. in fact, he had asked you out on a whim, coming off the high of winning a volleyball game in high school. you were in the crowd because he had asked you to come watch him. you wouldn’t get the privilege of wearing his jersey until you became official, but you still decided to represent your school in a borrowed sweater you had stolen from him.

he was sweaty, but his smile was so radiant when he looked up at you leaning over the railing protecting you from falling. he waved with both hands, and you had waved back with matched enthusiasm.

kuroo had ended up yelling up to you, asking you out for the very first time in front of everyone who had come to watch. while you hated the attention, you had nodded hurriedly before making your way down to the court to get enveloped in a big, sweaty kuroo hug.

you distinctly remember kenma thanking you later for saving him from having to hug kuroo that night.

“love,” your hand finds his where it rests near the shifter, “what brought this on?”

your head is leaning against the headrest as he sighs softly, turning his hand over to twine your fingers together in a warm grasp, “i just, i couldn’t stop thinking.”

you make a noise of acknowledgement, knowing that he would know that you were listening, but just letting him take his time to tell you what was going on. while very spontaneous, kuroo wasn’t one for staying up too late, citing that a good night’s sleep was one of the first and best steps you could take for a better education. his dedication was one of the things you admire about him, even if it meant you were missing your boyfriend for a good hour at night

“i’m just worried,” his admission is barely audible over the music playing and the soothing rumble of his car’s engine as you change lanes on the highway, “about everything that’s changing.”

“i know that things have to change,” while he talks, you just watch, the lines of stress crossing over his face almost disappearing in the darkness, “but i don’t want to leave school. i’ve made so many friends and i met you, and i just can’t help but feel scared for what’s going to happen when we don’t have it anymore.”

you tighten your grip where your hands rest as you smile at him, despite the fact he’s focusing on the road, “‘suro, you know how you made a lot of good friends in school?”

he nods ever so slightly, voice cracking just slightly as he answers, “yeah.”

“just think about all the friends you’re going to make when you go into the real world,” you’re worrying your thumb over the back of his hand, “you’re very charismatic, and you’re good with other people, smart, too. you’re not lacking in great qualities, and people will recognize that.”

“not to mention,” you’ve adjusted yourself in your seat, tucking a leg underneath yourself so that you can face him more directly, “kenma, yaku, nobuyuki, and myself will always answer when you call or text. you’ll be away from home, but we’ll all be available for you, ‘suro.”

“we’re leaving school,” you start, eyes tracing the skyline of the city as you feel a small smile spread across your lips, “but life won’t end, and our friends won’t stop being our friends, and i’ll never stop being yours.”

you’re pulling up to a stoplight when he turns to look at you, side of his face bright red from the light as he gives you an easy going smile. you press the palm of your free hand to his cheek, and his eyes close, savoring the moment. he pulls your joined hands together to kiss your knuckles, featherlight before pulling away to lean across his center console.

“i love you,” his words are a mumble against your lips as you enjoy the quiet moment.

it’s almost three am, now, so when the light turns green, the pair of you are unconcerned as kuroo doesn’t press his foot against the gas, instead just content to be with each other. the changing colors of the stoplight is a backdrop to the press of his lips, a hand curling into his hair as he pulls you closer to him over the center console.it digs into your side a bit, and the seatbelt presses into your chest at an uncomfortable angle, but it’s all very you and kuroo so you don’t mind it.

kuroo’s worries won’t disappear overnight, and you know that you can only begin to soothe the deep seeded insecurities he holds. you’ll be content as long as he knows you’ll always be there to drive with him and watch the sunrise together, your fingers laced with his.

[kuroos-moon]

Mistaken Kisses pt. 2 

☾ pairings: atsumu x reader, sakusa x reader, kenma x reader

☾ part one | oikawa, tsukishima, sugawara, kuroo

☾ scenario: they see you kissing someone else (not intentionally though)

☾ warning/s: v tiny bit of angst for atsumu’s

Miya Atsumu 

Growing up as a twin, he’s used to people mistaking him for Osamu and the other way around. Now that they have different hair colors though, those occasions came down to rare if not none. 

You’re innocent, you swear. Briefly calling out his name as you enter their gym, his back to you with his hood on— and you grab him slightly by his arm, shifting him a quarter so that you could stand on your toes and plant your lips on his. 

He smells a bit different, tasted quite different too, but who cares? This was your boyfriend— or so you thought. Pulling away as his hood falls off his head, your eyes widen and your heart skips a beat. Is that gray hair? Is he seriously not blonde? 

Realization hits you the same time you hear him. “Ya treacherous pathetic excuse of a brother!” You blink once and they’re already on the ground after Atsumu lunged at Osamu, fists, kicks and swearing thrown here and there. 

“Stop it!” You hiss, about to grab Atsumu but Aran stops you, afraid you’ll accidentally get hit in the process. 

“Y/n is the only thing I can’t and will not share but ya sneak in a kiss on her when I’m not around!” Another fist lands on Samu’s cheek, and that had to hurt. Atsumu was genuinely enraged. This wasn’t their usual brawl. 

“Ya have eyes, Sumu,” Osamu knees his back before turning to his side, throwing Atsumu to the ground. “Y/n kissed me!”  

“It’s true Tsum, I was the one who kissed him.” That halts their actions in an instant, tension suddenly thick in the air as he remains lain down on the floor, recovering his breaths as he struggles to process what you had just said. 

“It was an accident, I thought he was you,” you say in a small voice, dreading what was going to happen next at the way he scoffs at your words. “Get off me,” he shoves his brother off him, standing up and brushing off his clothes. 

He coldly looks at you and you squirm inside. Profoundly intimidated by his stare, you look away, eyes landing on whoever or whatever else that wasn’t your boyfriend who looked so spiteful and disgusted. “One of me ain’t enough, is that it?” He bitterly says, glaring at you. 

You immediately look back at him, surprised at his words. “I told you it was an accident, Tsumu, I’m sorry.” 

“Well, ya kissed for quite a while, was there no tellin they weren’t my lips?”

“He was wearing your hoodie,” you try to say, but he looks away, disinterested.

“Atsumu,” you sigh as you step closer to him but he turns on his heel, walking away from you.

“Don’t want ya nymore, have fun with my brother,” he clicks his tongue, unable to erase the image from a while ago. It was painful—both what he saw and what he said to you after. He knows it wasn’t your fault, but that didn’t really do much to change how he felt. 

It was his typical defense mechanism, masking his hurt by hurting you back and putting up a show of indifference. His sharp tongue, the hostile words he had said to you were filling him with self-resentment the second he let them go— never does he want to hurt you but he did so anyway; simply because he got hurt first.

“He’ll come around,” Osamu places a hand on your back reassuringly, “though I doubt he’ll make the first move to fix things.” 

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Oh, what a lovely day to be standing outside the restroom, waiting for your boyfriend to finish washing his hands; especially when out of nowhere, you’re yanked and kissed. Oh, for your boyfriend to have such lovely timing of walking out the restroom the moment the stranger’s lips touch yours. 

You push the guy off immediately, eyes meeting Sakusa’s in a panic, fearing he might misinterpret. However, your worries should come to an ease, he saw the whole thing and he trusts you completely anyway. But his eyes aren’t on you, they’re sharp and glaring at the guy who had kissed you. All he sees is dirt. Pure filthy garbage, worthless and far too shameless—having the audacity to taint you. 

Clasping your hand in his, he securely pulls you to his side. “You okay?” He asks, looking at you and you nod. He’s possessive and territorial, that’s a surprise to none. What he had just done equated to a life-ending treason, but he’s never really one for violence. 

“Call the cops.” 

“Wait, no, dude, I’m sorry it was an accident. I thought she was my girlfriend.” He frantically says, bowing repeatedly before the two of you. “I’m really sorry,” he says again, looking at you, making Sakusa glare at him as a warning to not even breathe the same air as you. 

A girl walks up to him, clinging to his arm as she asks him what was going on and now, he has fallen at your mercy; his girlfriend didn’t look anything like you at all—hair and height especially. You’re not even mad, you’re much too preoccupied worrying about what Sakusa might do next. 

“Do you have any colds?” He asks the guy, who like you, was shocked at his sudden question. 

“What?” 

“Are you blind and deaf too?” Oomi narrows his eyes, making him gulp. “Uh, no, I’m perfectly well.”

“Any infectious disease? Tell me even if its minor.” 

“None.” 

“Y/n I thought I told you to call the cops,” Sakusa timidly looks at you and you flinch, a nervous chuckle escaping your throat. “Do we really have to?” 

“His excuse was pathetic, he’s clearly some pervert, a cheating one at that.” 

“Please, I won’t do it ag-

“If not the cops, would you rather I destroy you right now? I’m not one to be forgiving when it comes to my lover.” That wasn’t even directed at you but you feel your body shiver, he was scary and domineering; his narrowed eyes and heartless expression screamed that no one should take his threats lightly. 

Other than the intensity of his words though, you felt your heart melt at the way he called you his lover. You’re practically looking at him with heart eyes, touched by his sentiment, butterflies going wild in your stomach as you admired him. 

It took a lot of your nagging and attempts at pulling him away for the both of you to actually be alone in his car—now on your merry way home. Contrary to the butterflies earlier on, you’re now silent in your seat, stealing glances at him warily. 

If you’re mad, say something, you try to tell him with your eyes but they remain set on the road.

“Yoomi?” 

“What?” 

“I’m sorr-

“Save the apologies for when you’ve done something wrong.” He coldly cuts you off and you close your mouth immediately. 

After a few seconds, you try again, “are you mad?” 

He finally looks at you, and though it was subtle, you did notice how he glanced down at your lips a second too long. “I’m not.” 

“You could at least try to be convincing; your face says it all,” you pout, “you’re mad and disgusted.”

“I’m neither of the two.” 

“Prove it.” 

He looks at you incredulously, like ‘tf am I supposed to do??’

Sighing, he slightly nods, “fine.” 

“I’ll kiss you until you drop after you brush your teeth.” 

Kozume Kenma     

Kenma is multiple cats in one easily-exhausted human body. He could be a soft domestic cat, allowing you to love the hell out of him while you cuddle—or he could also be one with sharp claws if he’s aggravated, not really one with specialized attacks but still terrifying. 

Right now though, he’s debating whether he should be a dejected cat who’s ready to leave its owner (which is you) or a level-headed laid-back one. The latter was easier said than done, how could he remain calm when you’re being kissed by someone else? It’s a heavy pang on his chest and an excessive blow on his insecurities—but oh, wait, you pushed him off. 

“What the hell?!” You shout at the guy. It all clicks, of course you’ll never do that to him. Okay, he starts seeing red and no it’s not his Nekoma jacket. He could almost imagine his legs sprinting disgracefully towards the guy and attacking him in any form. Biting, punching, scratching, he doesn’t care, he’s going to unleash the sharp-clawed cat within him—the same one that quarreled with Yamamoto. 

But before he could, you’ve marched away, and he catches a glimpse of your teary eyes. He follows you shortly, glaring daggers at the guy who was totally creeped out. Kenma could be terrifying. 

He’s mad and frustrated, but that could wait. You are far more important than his anger and he’ll always put you first. He patiently waits outside the girls’ restroom, sending you a quick text to let you know he was waiting to walk you home like he always did. 

As you head out of school, you remain silent beside him. Your irritation was gone but he could easily tell you were worried about him and about how he felt. “Y/n?” He meekly says. You look at him. This time, you note, he wasn’t on his phone which he would normally be using right now. 

“Wanna hang out in my room?” He offers you a rare soft smile, and you smile back at him. 

You both laze off on his bed, his head on your stomach and your fingers running through his hair while he plays with his switch. He looks unbothered, but you’re just struggling to find the right words and time to talk to him about what he saw earlier. 

He may have looked unaware of your silent distress, but he was just waiting for you to be comfortable enough to talk to him about it. He’s ready to assure you it was fine though he was actually really embittered—of course he would be after seeing someone else kiss his beloved kitten. 

“Ken… about earlier in the classroom, aren’t you mad?” You softly glide your fingers across his cheek. 

“I don’t care much for it, y/n,” he sincerely says. “See, you’re lying,” you pinch his cheek causing him to look away from his game. 

“I’m only concerned about you, you must’ve been mad,” he says, tossing his console to the side and turning to face you, his cheek pressed to your stomach. “I’m fine, Ken, I was only worried you’d be mad.” 

“Then rest easy now that you know I’m not,” he smiles before taking your hand to cover his face. You look at him in surprise as he groans, and you didn’t have to take your hand away to know that his face right now was rather expressive. 

“I’m still super ticked about it though,” he huffs and you chuckle at how adorable he was as he alternately kicks his feet up and down his mattress in a mock tantrum.

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[pockydays]

haikyuu boys as things i did with my guy best friends

» characters: tsukishima, kuroo, akaashi, kenma x gn!reader

» scenario: haikyuu boys and my guy best friends from middle school — do i still like them, you may ask? the former? of course. the latter? i guess we’ll never know...

» genre/warnings: fluff, mild language

» a/n: i haven’t posted in literally a month so please have these crumbs :”)

𝘛𝘚𝘜𝘒𝘐𝘚𝘏𝘐𝘔𝘈’s the guy who somehow manages to be in almost every single one of your classes year after year, and he hopes the streak won’t end. comparing your schedules the week before school starts has become routine at this point. in class, whenever the teacher makes a stupid mistake or assigns more textbook work, the two of you would always make eye contact and roll your eyes in sync, no matter how far apart you two are sitting. not more busy work, your eyes seem to tell each other, a smirk playing across both your faces almost simultaneously. both of you dive into the work anyway like the (not-so) good students you are, not wanting to tarnish the facade of “teacher’s pet” just yet. for someone so hellbent on maintaining his reputation, he wonders why he’s so tempted to ruin it for you.

everyone in the class knew the relationship you and 𝘒𝘜𝘙𝘖𝘖 have. nothing short of academic rivals, the two of you are. everything turns into a competition when it comes to him, from comparing test grades, to seeing who could complete their problem sets the fastest, to trying to garner as many compliments from the teacher as humanly possible. you’re even paired up with him for every single group project because the teacher doesn’t want anybody mooching off of you or him — at least, you convince yourself that that’s the reason why. with the final year of high school and graduation quickly approaching, he makes it a point to confess to you first — otherwise, he doesn’t think he can ever forgive himself. but if it means he can have these meaningless banters with you for the rest of his life, he wouldn’t mind letting you be first this time.

band class is never dull with 𝘈𝘒𝘈𝘈𝘚𝘏𝘐 around. how could it when you sit in adjacent seats in the same section? or when you and him switch instruments just for shits and giggles? or when you play his solos (and him yours) just because? you somehow find a way to stave off the boredom during a sixty-four measure rest, and you two almost miss your entrances at the end of it. everyone in the band thinks that there’s something going on between the two of you, both of your denials falling on apparently deaf ears. but maybe they’re right, because on a random spring night on the bus home from a music performance festival, you almost fall asleep on his shoulder. you’d wake up with a crick in your neck by the end of the ride, but for now, you’ll let the idea of being with him forever play itself in your dreams.

while everyone else in the cafeteria is minding their own business, faces buried in their phones, you and 𝘒𝘌𝘕𝘔𝘈 are sitting shoulder to shoulder sharing a pair of earbuds, eyes transfixed on a singular phone screen. on certain days you’d be watching minecraft gameplay videos, laughing at dumb youtubers get tunnel vision and then subsequently blown up by creepers. on other days you’d be watching cooking videos, salivating at the food that would suddenly make your lunches look unappetizing in comparison. sometimes, you’d even rope him into watching kpop music videos. (he likes the songs more than he’ll ever admit — especially the girl groups.) perhaps it’s the inherent tension of making eye contact after looking up from the screen at the same time, tethered by the wire of the earbuds and a little to close for comfort, that makes it all the better.