#slight kuroken

[chocobo-latte]

Kenma never wanted a family, never planned to have one. The thought had never crossed his mind once…that is until a certain best friend wanders right back into his life toting a carbon copy along with him.

Read 'Not What Was Planned' here!

[goatunderthebridge]

Pride & Hysterics || aka, what if Fukunaga saw Yamamoto fall?

I have fukutora on the brain and I've gotta sleep. So, enjoy this short (~1700 words) fic idea that is barely edited and has not been read through more than once. bon appetit ‼

Inspired by this post by @anoant-haikyuu-dump .

Quick tags/info: some fukutora, slight kuroken, mostly yamamoto getting into a stupid situation because of pride, fukunaga finding this hilarious, kenma is done with both of them, and kuroo is in love with kenma.

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The three of them were standing outside the school gates, having finished their evening volleyball practice. Kenma was sitting on the half-wall, hunched over to block the sunlight from obscuring his phone screen as he flicked through a random game. He was waiting for Kuroo to walk home with him, the boy having been caught in a conversation with Nekomata. Kenma didn’t mind. It gave him time to text Hinata about how he had found the new game in their mutually liked series. However, there was one thing that he disliked about waiting for Kuroo after school and the thing manifested itself in the form of his, sigh. Friends.

“I bet I could jump to that cola can,” Kenma hears Yamamoto say to Fukunaga, a tinge of pride in his voice. Already Kenma could tell that this wasn’t going to end well, not when ‘bet’ and Yamamoto’s pride were ever involved.

Unfortunately for both of them, Fukunaga loved hearing those things put together.

Kenma discreetly glances up through his hair just as Fukunaga turns to Yamamoto, eyes shining. The excitement was practically vibrating off of him as he stared at Yamamoto, as if daring him to do it. Kenma shifts slightly in his seat to see what Yamamoto was talking about, leaning forwards past their backs to see a discarded coca cola can on the pavement around 20 feet away from them. Kenma immediately groans but mentally berates himself for it when two pairs of shining eyes look at him.

“What?” Yamamoto roars, puffing out his chest to Kenma as he stands squarely in front of him, “You don’t think I can do it?”

Kenma rolls his eyes as he looks up at him, hair falling away from his face. “I didn’t say that…”

“But you were thinking it!” Yamamoto says, crossing his arms in front of him.

“No…”

“Well, I’m going to prove you wrong!” Yamamoto announces triumphantly, placing his hands on his hips as he nods to himself, as if affirming the belief that he could somehow jump as far as to that red, crumpled can and all he needed was one disbeliever to motivate him to do it.

Kenma sighs. He hated always being the disbeliever that Yamamoto goaded into motivating him.

Fukunaga rests his head on Yamamoto’s shoulder, peering over him to Kenma. Yamamoto freezes slightly at the touch. It’s almost interesting to Kenma, the way he didn’t even seem to be breathing, if not for the distracting fact that Fukunaga was smiling widely.

“Tigers can leap when pigs fly.” He teases, earning a surprised snort from Kenma.

Yamamoto starts at that, rocking Fukunaga off of his shoulder and spinning to face him with a pointed finger, exclaiming loudly, “I’ll show both of you!”

Fukunaga toes a line in the dust between them – a starting line, it dawned on Yamamoto and Kenma – before he drops into a seat next to Kenma on the wall, folding his hands in his lap. He looks up at Yamamoto expectantly with his wide eyes.

Kenma sighs. This was not going to end well. They’d gotten his pride too involved.

Yamamoto grunts at both of them sitting down and awaiting his spectacular jump. He turns to face his rival – the red can ahead – and judges the distance by eye more thoroughly now. He blinked. It was a long distance to jump, very long, and it almost made his self-confidence falter. But the pride coiling within his chest tightened around his heart and it was then his resolve was fortified. He could make that jump. He was Yamamoto Taketora, for fuck’s sake!

With that, he takes a few step behind him from the starting line, keeping his eyes locked on the red can ahead. All he had to do was gain enough momentum and jump. He could do that, he had the guts. Truly, how hard could it be to do something as simple as jumping?!

Yamamoto takes a deep breath, clenches his hands into fists, and yells as he runs, passing the wide-eyed Fukunaga and disappointed Kenma who watched him with turning heads like spectators to a tennis match. Yamamoto jumps from the starting line, his feet making a loud ‘thud’ as he sprang off of it. And to his credit, he does actually leap, spreading his legs far in the air as he soared. Fukunaga’s mouth opens slightly as Kenma’s eyebrows furrow in disbelief. Yamamoto was actually going to do it. He was using his pride to dismantle the very laws of gravity.

Yamamoto felt weightless. Time seemed to slow down since he had jumped, his legs stretched as far as they would go in perpendicular directions to his body, his arms locked in to his sides like a Super Mario character jumping in those games Kenma liked and beat his ass at every time. He turned his head slightly, catching the surprise on Fukunaga’s face as he flew through the air nearer and nearer to the red can. He felt his ears twinge red as he grinned, slowly.

But then time sped back up and he was dropping to the ground. Yamamoto braced himself for his right foot to hit the ground first, leaning his weight forward. But he noticed his foot continuing to soar past the red can and instantly cheered for himself, yelling so excitedly that he hardly noticed where his foot was landing.

Fukunaga stood up as Yamamoto dropped to the ground and immediately slipped on a banana peel.

His foot slid on it, making him screech like some deranged beast as his body pelters backwards at the momentum with which his body came crashing down to the ground. He falls down, hitting his head on the red can and his back on the pavement loudly, instantly groaning at the fall. Kenma stands up with his phone gripped tightly in his hands, unsure whether to check if Yamamoto was okay or if they should call someone. He looks to Fukunaga to see what they should do and he stills in movements.

Fukunaga’s face was red and contorted in silent laughter. He was gripping his sides with his mouth wide open and his body shaking with his laughing fit. Kenma almost took a step back in shock if it wasn’t for the high-pitched peals of laughter that managed to escape Fukunaga that knocked him back down onto the wall instead. The laughter stole Yamamoto’s attention as he sat up with a groan and looked to the duo, rubbing the back of his head. He froze again when he saw Fukunaga howling with laughter, doubled over now, the laughter filling the air. It struck Yamamoto as he watched in silent shock that he had never heard Fukunaga laugh like that before. He had never seen how Fukunaga’s entire face relaxed as he laughed, nor how pink his cheeks got or how he threw his head back to the sky as if he couldn’t help but let everything within him be entirely moved by the hilarity before him.

And the laughter, Yamamoto had never heard anything like it. It sounded like a mixture of shrieks and gasps and an endless stream of barking laughter as Fukunaga dropped to his knees before shoving a hand to his mouth, desperately stopping his laughter from escaping him as he bowed his head, his body still wracking with silent giggles. Kenma met Yamamoto’s eyes over Fukunaga’s head and it was easy for them to communicate in that moment the single thought passing through both of them:

What the fuck was that?

As Yamamoto stepped towards them, Fukunaga wiped at his eyes and stood back up, mostly composed once Yamamoto was closer to them.

“Are you alright?” Kenma asked, noticing the way it seemed to take actual effort for Yamamoto to drag his eyes off of Fukunaga to look at him.

Yamamoto nodded, rubbing the back of his head still, “Y-yeah. I’m… fine.”

Kenma arched an eyebrow at the redness creeping on to Yamamoto’s face as Fukunaga turned to him and clapped a hand on his shoulder.

“Mr Banana Peel, huh?” Fukunaga barely managed to squeak out before laughing again, body shuddering under it as he laughed into his shoulder, hand squeezing Yamamoto’s shoulder.

It was infectious, then. Kenma snorted, instantly turning his head away from the glare Yamamoto sent him. That seemed to shake Yamamoto out from whatever spell Fukunaga’s laughter had on him because he was suddenly roaring.

“HOW COULD I HAVE KNOWN IT WAS THERE!? I STILL WON! STOP LAUGHING AT ME!”

It just made Fukunaga laugh harder, dropping back down to his knees and dragging his hand down Yamamoto weakly as he goes, barely able to breathe. Kenma can’t help the laughter that escapes him as Yamamoto goes fully red and practically slams his own face into his hands, yelling incoherently.

“Whoa, what the hell is going on here?” A curious yet amused voice calls out to them.

Kenma turns to see Kuroo strolling towards them, his satchel slung around his shoulder. Kuroo glances at Kenma’s glistening eyes, Fukunaga bent over with laughter on the floor, and a Yamamoto who refused to look at him, instead choosing to cross his arms over his chest and turn his head away from the rest of them.

Kuroo slings an arm over Kenma’s shoulder as he plops down next to him on the wall.

“So?” He asks, looking between the three of them.

It’s Fukunaga who glances up at Kuroo with tears in his eyes, still clutching his sides.

“Tora- Tora is going to quit volleyball,” he says, gasping it out as he slows his laughter.

This makes Kuroo a bit more serious as he furrows his eyebrows at Fukunaga. Kenma bites his lip and turns his face into Kuroo’s chest, preparing himself. But Yamamoto turns to Fukunaga, confusion crossing his face.

“What?” They both say, glancing at each other before back at Fukunaga.

Fukunaga takes a breath, and risks a look up at Yamamoto. A snort escapes him.

“He’s studying to be a clown.”

And then he’s stifling his laughter again into his own hands as Yamamoto reddens and kneels next to Fukunaga, balling his shirt within his fists as he jostles him, half out of anger and half because Fukunaga’s laughter made his intestines curl inside of him and it felt weird because he wanted more of it.

Kuroo watches this display with a raised eyebrow, knowing he’s missing something but equally certain he’d be getting no answers out of the duo before him. He lets Kenma take his attention instead, feeling Kenma curl in closer under his arm, his body shaking with laughter. Kuroo smiles at that and rests his head on Kenma’s, turning to watch Yamamoto shake Fukunaga before him.

God, who knew when the three of them had gotten so close?

[rose-tinted-vision]

Rose's favourite fics

(in no particular order)

part 2 here

Apparently I've linked about 50 fics so I'm sorry, I'm not going to add all the summaries for these fics.

Blue Lock

For Blue Lock I'd recommend checking out smallghosts and explorerseel8's profile

pride hath no place by vani_em (NagiReo)

raison d'être by explorerseel8 (ReoNagi)

Take Five by explorerseel8 (ReoNagi)

truth or drink by smallghosts (ReoNagi)

AITA for “abandoning” my best friend by smallghosts (ReoNagi)

fall forward/spring back by nagireo (NagiReo)

as long as I'm with you by okonomiyakein (NagiReo)

Player 2 by explorerseel8 (HioRin)

Kuroko no Basuke

Please read literally everything by umisabaku

A Kinda Sorta Fairy Tale by Lys ap Adin (MidoTaka)

But I Lived by exuberant_imperfection, kate882 (MidoTaka)

Designation: Miracle (series) by umisabaku (KagaKuro, KiKasa, AkaFuri, AoMomo, MidoTaka)

as small as a world by umisabaku (MidoTaka)

in the liminal darkness by 100demons (MidoTaka)

Haikyuu

(the sad thing is that I read a ton of Haikyuu and KnB fics before I got my ao3 account so it's a slow journey finding all my fav fics again)

I put my hand out, unfolded, into the sunlight by carafin (BokuAka)

I'll give a bouquet to these unending days by sparksandsalt (BokuAka)

love in the time of wifi by dalyeau (BokuAka)

tea-stained polaroids by dalyeau (BokuAka)

video games and gold rings by gnomeo (KuroKen)

Ear to Ear by darkmagicalgirl (AoFuta)

Yaku and the Beanstalk by Mysecretfanmoments (YakuLev)

One Piece

For my fellow ZoSan fans: literally everything by Hazel_Athena, Harubo, 8ball, donutsandcoffee and three_days_late are worth checking out

More Ace-centric: Dezace and stormy1x2's fics that make me Feel Things

Wanted by Hazel_Athena (ZoSan)

Disoriented Envy by Hazel_Athena (ZoSan)

Can you hear me now? by Alexis_C (ZoSan)

Learning to Listen by three_days_late (ZoSan)

this, at least by adietxt (ZoSan)

come on, come on (turn a little faster) by donutsandcoffee (ZoSan)

Late Night with Sanji Black by Harubo (ZoSan)

Love's First Blush by Hazel_Athena (ZoSan)

they said love is reaching blindly at a pit full of snakes by summermidnights (ZoSan)

Complex Buddies by threesipsmore (ZoSan)

you and me somehow by losingcontrolnow (AceSan)

Cryptid Sightings Volume #1: Portgas D. "Fire Fist" Ace by Dezace (Gen, Ace-centric)

Spades On-Screen by stormy1x2 (Gen, Ace/WB pirates-centric)

whatever you can still betray by midnightluck (Gen, Ace/WB pirates-centric)

Hide the Knives by SrirachaBunny (Gen, Ace/WB pirates-centric)

The Wanderer by MaiKusakabe (Gen, Badass!Marco)

Genshin Impact

For Genshin, I'd recommend heartslogos and smallghosts

Burgeon by gloomyparfait (HaiKaveh)

Forget Your Name (Replace it with mine) by princesscas (Thomato)

the purest form of water by eversall (XingYun)

to be unbroken and brave again by magicities (XiaoVen)

Chonghua's Layered Frost by pureofheart_rareofpair (XingYun)

cloudburst by smallghosts (XingYun)

keep the caffeine away from kids by shynkai (scara-centric, slight HaiKaveh)

The Verdure and the Puppet by kimekosu (Gen, Nahida & Wanderer)

truck, barter and trade by Seungshi03 (Established HaiKaveh, them raising Wanderer)

James Bond (Craig movies)

I remember really liking anything by Jen, skylights, scioscribe, pdameron, and opalescentgold

Memos from Q branch by AviaCarter (Gen, background 00Q)

Sic Pravis Magna by blackidyll (00Q)

ordinary, everyday things by pdameron (00Q)

Dramatic Arts by scioscribe (00Q)

Ordinary Numbers by BootsnBlossoms, Kryptaria (00Q)

[ushouldwatchhaikyuu]

Haikyu!! dumpster battle ramble akdbsjsbdd

warning for slight spoilers?? (i mention scenes but i dont say anything about who won or stuff like that lmfao) and also caps lock lmfao

aight. HINATA BEING TERRIFIED THAT KAGEYAMA WAS GONNA STOP SETTING FOR HIM. JUST LIKE HE SAID WHEN THEY FIRST MET. CAUSE HINATA WASN'T BEING NECESSARY TO WIN. AND HINATA TRYING SO HARD AND BEING NOT ONLY FRUSTRATED THAT IT WASN'T ENOUGH, BUT ALSO SCARED THAT IF KAGEYAMA SAW HE WASN'T USEFUL. HE'D LOSE INTEREST IN HIM AND STOP SETTING FOR HIM. nekoma cutting off Hinata's wings not only to stop him from flying, but to make kageyama stop helping him fly.

and kageyama sees that. realizes that hinata isn't being useful to him or the team. AND HE FINDS A WAY TO SET FOR HIM ANYWAY.

he sees Hinata can't get up on his own and everything is telling him to drop him- the most reasonable & rational thing would be to stop setting for him. and y'know what kageyama does? HE TELLS HIM "GO AHEAD, FLY"

HE SETS FOR HIM ANYWAY and finds a way to make him fly even higher. WHICH IS SO DKSBSKSJSJSKS IDEK HOW TO DESCRIBE IT. like not only does that tell hinata that no matter how much people try to stop him, kageyama will help him fly anyway- but it also speaks about kageyama A LOT. cause there wasn't a strategic reason to keep trying to use hinata- in fact, he could've used nekoma's focus on him on their favor and instead set for other players.

BUT NO, he chose to keep setting for hinata. because at that point it wasn't just about winning, for kageyama. yknow how important is that? kageyama, who only ever cared about winning, thought setting for hinata was more important to him than winning.

IF THAT DOESNT SAY A LOT ABOUT HIS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT IDK WHAT WOULD

also??? kenma feeling like shit about doing that to hinata?? EVEN THOUGH HE CAME UP WITH THE IDEA. kenhina bffs they're so adorable wtf.

but then again the "we're just friends scene"??? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK???? DKSBSJSK it made me feel stuff lmfao such a good way to portray their friendship & rivalry

also!!! kuroo, bokuto & tsukki crumbs!!! i love their friendship sm its so cool that they had their moments in the movie. bokuto was adorable sksnsjsjsj

the animation was also so cool tbh, specially that one scene of hinata and kenma staring at each other. yknow the one.

this one lmfao

ALSO everyone's talked about the scene where kenma keeps hinata in a birdcage but i still gotta mention it cause ITS SO COOL WTF

and everyone also said it but like. literally a kuroken movie (/p or /r). i loved how they showed that development of kenma's love for volleyball and how hinata felt so proud and happy and accomplished when kenma said their match had been so fun fksbdjdjdjdj HE HAD THE PERFECT REACTION.

also kuroo's laugh??? BEAUTIFUL and also a very good reaction lmfao.

yeah those r my main thoughts. overall a very good movie, perhaps the pacing could've been a bit more intense/nerve-wrecking for my liking? like i wasnt so "in it" as i was with many matches in the anime. still, i think it had a bit more of a focus on relationships and background stories and character development, specially through flashbacks, symbolism & but impactful quotes, so it's still chefs kiss. very much recommend watching it if u haven't.

[nixeau]

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

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

10. Fallen Angel (IwaOi)

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

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

9. Atlantis (IwaOi, DaiSuga & BokuAka)

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

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

8. To annoy the grim reaper (KuroKen)

7. King (BokuAka)

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

6. Pretend Fiance (DaiSuga)

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

There's also Mafia au, if you squint

5. Paradise (IwaOi)

Its fallen Angel's sequel, you gotta read it

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

Cause I did

4. Chimerical (Kuroken)

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

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

3. Prince (LevYaku)

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

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

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

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

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

And of course

1. Best Mistake (IwaOi)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe. I dunno, man.

[bedhead-tetsu]

oya? oya oya oya >:3

you probably already know me but for the losers who don’t, i’m tetsuro kuroo. i play volleyball and attend nekoma highschool.

asks are okay and encouraged!! please read the rules regarding self-shipping, though :3

meet the others!

me and him trust (no homo)

pfps matching with @ken-k0zume!!

ooc utc!

hey! mod is @fishii28 , they/them, minor.

yes. haikyuu!! phase is back and thriving.

please don't send nsfw asks as kuroo is a minor, as am i.

i'm open to mostly any ships, even though i'm mainly a kuroken shipper :) friendships are always open too!! self shipping is okay, too.

if you want a kinda slow-burn thing or idk some relationship dynamic between you and kuroo, let me know so i can respond to your asks as so.

ooc messages will be in all red. ooc messages in the tags of asks or posts will be in square brackets like this [ooc- ].

tw for swearing/curses and bullying (obviously a joke), among other things.

slight nsfw/suggestive asks are okay, but don't cross the line. both mod and kuroo are minors. i will block/delete you and your ask.

i don't mind if you bully kuroo, but keep it to a minimum if you wanna be mean to mod.

tags-

#kuroo answers - askbox

#kuroo answers// - personal tag

#kuroo reblogs - reblogs

#fishii not kuroo - ooc

#kuroo and gang- close friends

#kuroo & co - people out of his team

#mod announcements - announcements from mod

#kuroo.txt - text posts

#kuroo interacts - interactions

#kuroo and - user's name

thank you for reading! happy volleyball! :D

[kurokenbigbang]

Stay tuned, kitty cats, summaries are almost upon us!

We apologise for the slight delay! With the transition to the new team alongside a few other factors, we had to delay the release of summary claims opening by a few days. We want this to run as well as possible for you, and at the moment that just means we need a little more time to find our feet and get everything together!

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[tragicqueenie]

Akaashi couldn’t be more proud to watch his loved one’s greatest dreams become a reality.

But where Bokuto was lifting weights, running laps, and spiking at nearly 75 mph consistently - Akaashi was sitting hunched over at a desk chair, eating his weight in cold onigiri, and losing hours of sleep over editing. It had led to major differences in not only lifestyles, but severely impacted their stamina levels.

Hence why Akaashi has bombarded Kenma with the question: How do I ‘level up’ in the most efficient way in order to match Bokuto’s crazy stamina in bed?

[sickfic-with-kiko]

Think of little Kuroo crying because he feels sick and awful, and Kenma trying to cheer him up despite being younger than him. He just awkwardly brings a plushie like “...Do you wanna hold this?” Poor Kuroo almost vomits on it but he appreciates the effort

[sexyshakespeare]

Ch 1: A Royal Birthday (Kuroken Royalty AU)

#sfw with some slight nudity cw for mention of some #violence #starving and #classism #poverty --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Kuroo had practically lived in the palace all his life. He was born there. That was his biggest pride, something he boasted when he played with the baker and gardener’s children. He’d eaten out of the same jam pot that the royal prince had. Though of course he’d gotten beaten for it by the guard right afterwards, and every time he dared to play with the prince since. He still had the scars to show for it. But his highness insisted. The older he grew, the more he mandated that Kuroo be allowed to visit him in his chambers, eat with him, go horse riding with him. Kenma- he frowned and corrected Kuroo if he called him anything else, yes, Kenma had grown into a very prideful, powerful prince. He was a big man now, sitting in at all the tactical meetings with his parents. Kuroo on the other hand, had been inducted into the king’s army at a young age- he was just sixteen when he’d first seen battle. It was a horrible thing, he’d lost his training partners, his friends, too young and badly fed to survive something like that. But Kuroo. He was a fierce fighter, and he’d promised Kenma that he would come back with nothing more than a broken nose. Kenma had been relieved that his nose was in fact, very intact. His handsome face hadn’t been harmed in any way- but his arms had gashes, his body slashed in places that would not heal fast. But this had been his life. And a better life than he was used to. The army’s soldiers were treated with more respect than most- they had better food, and better living conditions. He’d been able to move his father to the palace as a helper in the kitchens again, despite his age. His mother had died from sickness years ago. Kenma had yet again insisted that Kuroo sleep in his bed that night, and had held him while his body shook with tears, harshly whispering promises to the heavens that he wouldn’t let his father go the same way. Today however, was not a day for recalling all of that. Today was the young prince’s 21st birthday. He wasn’t so young anymore- he would be seeing many eligible suitors today at his party- princes and princesses alike. And Kuroo was invited. Well, Kuroo was his personal bodyguard, he had to be there- but Kenma insisted that he was ‘invited’ and would be treated as a guest. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Kuroo was waiting outside Kenma’s chamber, his daggers safely tucked away in his belt- and his strong arms crossed behind his back as he watched the corridor. He never, never took his post for granted, and he never, never slacked on the job. He even insisted on taste checking Kenma’s food for any hidden poisons. Nobody would harm Kenma on his watch, and if he harboured any suspicion, nobody could save the culprit from his wrath. It was more than just a post though. It was about him. His.. dare he say it, friend. Kuroo’s eyes softened as the thoughts flooded his mind- his lips curving ever so slightly at the corners. Every night sneakily spent in the royal bed, tickling Kenma, being fed cakes and having his mouth wiped by Kenma on his birthday, which was just a month after the prince’s, Kenma teaching him how to read. He wipes at the tears pooling in his eyes, and takes a breath- turning to look down the corridor again. Stupid, he shouldn’t be getting emotional at a time like this. The prince’s birthday was the perfect opportunity for rivals to try something to endanger his life. “Kuro?”, his beautiful, sun-kissed voice sounds from inside the doors. Kuroo jumps a little, knocking twice on the ornate wood, “Are you okay your highness?? Is your window locked?” “Oh geez I’m fine, relax will you-“, his beautiful voice with a hint of annoyance now, Kuroo laughs once awkwardly and turns back around, “Sorry..” “Come in please I need your help-“ The young man does as asked, gently pushing down the handle and passing through- closing the doors behind him and facing the other- but his jaw drops, his hand immediately raising to cover his eyes- “You- your highness you should’ve mentioned you’re not decent- I’m sor-“ “You’ve seen me like this before, cut that out, help me decide please-“, he speaks again, with authority. Kuroo slowly drops his hand- his eyes lifting from the gold embroidered carpet to his beautiful feet, his bare knees, up his bare thighs, skipping over the thin veil over his- his- “Well.. this one- or this one?”, Kenma holds two robes, one in each hand. The left was the color of the sky, with white sashes and ribbons, silver threads, and just a hint of yellow that would match his hair. He’d insisted on having it dyed in his 17th year. Kuroo had been so embarrassed, their conversation from the night before looming in his head. ‘The Princess that visited you last week was beautiful, don’t you want to meet her again Kenma..?’ ‘What was beautiful about her’, his haughty indignant voice- nothing was ever enough for this spoiled prince, Kuroo had thought at the time. ‘What wasn’t! Her hair’s the color of honey-‘ “K uro! We don’t have time for you to get lost in your daydreams right now”, his beautiful voice, teasing and mischievous. “I- I A M NOT DAY-dreaming”, he sputters, trying to keep his eyes off of his prince’s bare chest- the gold arm bands that glistened from his arms. “They’re both gorgeous, the one on the right is red and rich, heavy- it’ll send the right message, you’d look like a lion-“, Kuroo says with a smile, his eyes going over his collarbone, and then finally his face. His face. His eyes danced, they pierced him through and through, that was how he looked at him. And now his royal brow raises in a challenge, “I don’t care- which do /you/ like” Kuroo’s face colors, and he looks behind him at the doors wondering just how long it would take for someone to find them like this. He’d get flogged for sure- though his back was tough enough to take anything after what it had seen. But his heart thumps impatiently, pulling him towards his prince. Why did he ask him questions like this- “I.. like the other- the blue one..”, he admits now, his voice softened, his eyes even more so when they meet his pretty ones. The literal sun, shone through those eyes. Kenma always insisted that Kuroo had the same color eyes, but he was wrong, his were dull and hard. Kenma smiles at him, bright, and nods- tossing the other robe on the floor like it wasn’t worth 50 horses, which makes Kuroo’s eyes widen in reproach, even if it wasn’t his place. “S orry.. sorry, I’ll put this back in its place..”, the young monarch says suddenly, not letting the soldier speak, “I know you want to scold me for being a spoiled thing..”, he says yet again with a smile as he goes about putting the red robe back in his wardrobe. Kuroo watches him curiously in silence, smile playing on his lips. It really was a miracle, how he spoke to his own father, with contempt lining every word- and how he spoke to him. Kuroo directs his eyes back to the floor when Kenma dresses. “Did you want help- should I ask the maids to come-“ Kenma shakes his head gently, “They have enough on their plates with this ridiculous event-“ “It’s not ridiculous.. it’s for your-“ “Y e s my birthday, what a wondrous day I was born 21 years ago, and half the kingdom gets fed extra today while they practically starve the rest of the year”, his beautiful voice, with disdain dripping from it. He looks sad, his hands smoothing down the front of his garment. Kuroo smiles at him, a patient smile. And now, he speaks to him as his friend, moving closer and lifting his hands to cup his face. “You’re going to be brilliant today.. you worked hard on your speech.. one step closer to what you want to achieve” Kenma looks up at his very tall bodyguard, his king’s soldier, and his most treasured, most precious friend. “You think so..? I know they’re trying to get me to marry one of those rich brats” “You’re a rich brat- you’ll have a lot in common” That earns Kuroo a smack right across his chest- and excited giggles from both young men fills the room. “That princess you fancy will be here, maybe you should sit with her- I’m sure you can guard me with your hand up her skirt-“ “EHH?? MY HAND WILL BE ON MY DAGGER-“ Kenma laughs once, “Bet it will be..” A frown from Kuroo, who thinks this joke was getting rather old, and Kenma takes the hint to drop it. He shrugs his shoulders, reaching for the princely crown to place it atop his head, and looks at Kuroo, “You’re going to be dressed like that..?” “Kenma I’m your guard- I have to be dressed like this” “Oh right-“ “See, rich brat” The prince grins at him then, “See.. this is my friend.. not that ‘your highness may I kiss your feet’ man you have to pretend to be outside of here” He walks up to him then, and pats his cheek softly, dragging his hand down the front of his plain grey tunic- very form fitting on Kuroo, “Shall we..?” The other man nods at him, though he wishes secretly to never leave- to have his hand on his chest the rest of the evening. But that was selfish of him. He couldn’t keep him long. “Yes.. it’ll be over soon, please don’t spill your wine on anyone and blame it on your low tolerance to alcohol- you’re a horrible liar-“ “You remember his face last year? HA- stupid mustached basta-“ “Kenma..”

[conartisthaiji]

Kenma really, really misses Kuroo. Which is ridiculous, because he's had a while to get used to the idea of Kuroo being gone. But that doesn't stop everything from feeling so...empty.

for haikyuu! week 2020 day four: childhood friends

alt summary: kuroken can fit so much yearning, actually 

[lilserketfics]

Are you guys tired of my BokuAkaKuroKen smut series yet?  There’s 13 fics in the series and still going.  If you have any suggestions of something you want to see in a fic for it, tell me~

[bokuroskitten]

𝔜𝔬𝔲’𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱?

〈Kenma and Kuroo stumble across your tumblr page, which exposes somethings they did not expect from their kitten. Guess it’s time to turn your fantasies into a reality.

𖤐 Genre: NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI

𖤐 Pairing: Kuroo x Kenma x Fem!Reader

𖤐 Word Count: 6.9k 😅

𖤐 Warnings: BDSM elements, bondage, rope, ballgag, poly relations, daddy and sir titles used, spanking, praise, oral (fem! receiving) use of a vibrator, squirting, overstimulation, mentions of sub drop, a bit of a bimbo reader <3, loads of aftercare, reader is referred to as “they/them” but has fem anatomy!

❦ hello hello everyone! So this piece is hella self Indulgent!! hehe it was actually a self insert before but knew it would fit perfectly with the theme of the lovely @anime-nymph collab theme of firsts~ so Enjoy you subbing for kuroken for the first time hehe!! I didn’t include fucking in this because— well I just didn’t BUT! Maybe in a part 2~ lemme know what y’all think! Also I didn’t get this betaed so lemme know if I missed anything or if there’s anything wrong! <3

You were slipping your shoes on at the front door, glancing up right in time as your boyfriend pressed a kiss into your cheek. “Text us when you get there okay baby?” Kuroo said softly, a smile on his face as he placed a few gentle pats on your head. You looked up at him with a grin, nodded and slipping on the red jacket— Kuroo’s old Nekoma jacket you claimed to be vintage— over your shoulders.

“Will do! Hinata and Kageyama said they’ll meet me at the station so I won’t ride the whole way alone~” you reassured, pressing one final kiss to your grinning man before you gripped the door handle. “Bye Kenma Cat!” You called out, before blowing a kiss to Kuroo (who happily caught it) and slipping from the front door. Kuroo sighed softly before slight annoyance showed on his features.

“You couldn’t get off your game long enough to say bye to our pretty baby?” Kuroo called out to Kenma, who was still in their shared bedroom. Last Kuroo had seen him he had sat down on the desk in there, preparing the spot for one of his live streams.

“Tetsurou, come here.” That was all he got in response. This annoyed Kuroo even more, brow twitching as he made his way to the room. He opened the door a bit too aggressively, shocking himself rather than Kenma who just stared wide-eyed at the screen.

His cheeks were flushed, tongue reaching out to lick his lower lip as he nudged his head. “C’mere, look at this.”

“What the hell is up with you Ko—“

Oh.

Pulled up on the screen was a Tumblr page. The page had an edgy aesthetic, mixed with light pastels and a bit of softness. But that’s not what Kuroo’s eyes focused on. Instead, they focused on the many pictures of well— they were lewd, to say the least.

Pretty pink ball gags and matching cuffs, girls wearing leather collars, collar bones lined with love bites. Panties with the word “Daddy” on them, prompts that he assumed were just as filthy as the pictures. Kuroo blinked, feeling his own cheeks heat up a bit just like Kenma’s before he came to.

“Who’s— what is this?”

“Y/N’s. It’s Y/N’s Tumblr.”

That made his cheeks flush again, a little darker this time. He blinked, looking down at Kenma.

“What?”

“This is Y/N’s Tumblr.” Kenma had to say it again, eyes finally breaking from the screen to look at Kuroo. The look he gave him was all the black-haired male needed before a snort erupted from him.

“No fuckin way, lemme see.” He was quick to nudge at the rolling chair, scooting Kenma back a little so Kuroo could scroll through the page himself. It was endless. The more Kuroo scrolled, the bigger his smirk got, another howl ripping from his lips.

“Our Y/N?? There’s no way Kenma—“

“They left it open, I was just gunna close it but...” he trailed off, pulling himself closer to the screen as the two continued to look through the blog. Their Y/N was such a sweet little thing. Energetic yes, loud and bubbly, yes of course. But this was something they never expected.

The three of them had been intimate so many times, and not once had you shown such aside. Sure there was a bit of hair pulling here and there, nails scratching along backs, playful swats to the rear.

But this— this.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Kuroo muttered, finally pulling away from the laptop screen. Kenma just nodded, tongue coming out yet again to lick along his lower lip that seemed to dry once more. Both boys still had a light flush on their cheeks. This was exciting, their sweet little kitten...

“We should surprise them.” Kenma blurted out, such a phrase almost surprising Kuroo more than the Tumblr page. He looked to his younger boyfriend, brows cocking as he looked to him expectantly. Kenma just shrugged, fingers reaching out to playfully brush along a photo of a girl propped on her knees, arms held tight along her spine by a deep red rope. “Maybe they’ve just been too shy to tell us.”

“Or maybe they’re not ready,” Kuroo responded, the idea sounding absolutely thrilling but it made Kuroo a bit hesitant. You knew you could tell the boys anything, trust them, and you usually did, even the nitty-gritty details that they could go without.

But no mention of this.

“They wouldn’t have left the page open if they didn’t want us to find it,” Kenma spoke, finally opening up another tab. His fingers were quick to type “BDSM toys” causing both boy's eyes to widen as Kuroo was suddenly drawn back to the screen, eyes browsing over the many links, images and reviews.

“Maybe we could surprise them...” Kuroo murmured, a smirk coming back as he took over the mouse, clicking onto a set that was a mix of leather and red and would look just delicious against your pretty skin

“Guess it’s settled” Kenma mumbled, both males getting shaken from their thoughts as both their phones buzzed. You had texted in their shared chat.

“Kage’s and Hina were late (buggers😖) but we made it to Yachi’s! Love you, boys❤️✨”

A couple days went by, Kenma and Kuroo set everything up so they could surprise you by the end of the week. They had done plenty of research, picked out the perfect items, and felt excited. They snuck in a couple of hints, attempting to see if maybe you would say something yourself about their ‘odd behaviour’. One night Kuroo had stepped behind you while you were cooking, sliding a hand that rested on your hip and allowed it to travel all the way up your chest until his palm lay flush against your neck. There was a subtle flutter of lashes as he spoke softly against your ear...

“Think you’d look real pretty in a collar kitten.” He murmured. You had just shooed him away, giggling up a storm as you focused back on your task. But Kuroo saw the flush on your cheeks, the subtle squeeze of your thighs. You and Kenma had been on the couch one night while Kuroo was working, curled in on one another as you watched dumb tv. You had leaned up to place a kiss on the underside of Kenma’s jaw, and he had taken the opportunity to press you back into the couch cushion.

It was a bit firm, and he had scooped up your wrists in the process, pinning them above your head with a bit more ease than expected. Kenma kept his eyes locked on your face, watching the way your lips parted slightly, your eyes twinkling with a bit of surprise and desire as your smaller hands curled into fists. “I’m trying to watch tv, Y/N.” Was all he said, keeping your wrists held as the two of you continued the soft make-out session.

There were just little things that had become more obvious. The way you bit your lip when they used a firmer tone, your fingers gripping at the hem of skirts when you all watched someone get kidnapped in a cop show. The way your chest would stutter slightly during voice calls with your friends when Tsukki mentioned Yams had been a “bad boy.”

This weekend was going to be fun.

“Kenma Cat, Can Hina and Kages come home with me?? Hina says he misses you” You giggled through the phone, the voice of Hinata piping in to confirm that he did indeed miss Kenma. Kenma shook his head a bit. He did hate saying no to you.

But tonight was the night and considering he was only wearing a pair of boxers, it would have been pretty awkward for the boys to enter.

“Sorry Sweetie, but tonight Kuroo and I....” he paused a bit, thinking his words over carefully as he licked along his lower lip.

“We want it to be just the three of us tonight. Thank the boys for me and tell them we’ll see them next weekend, okay?” He could hear the pout in your voice as you whined ever so softly. “Boo, fine, fine. I’ll be home in five, love you!”

Kenma smiled softly as you hung up, hearing the whining of Hinata as the phone clicked silent. Rolling his shoulders back a bit he placed his phone on do not disturb, leaving it on the kitchen counter as he gave himself a once over in the mirror they had near the front entrance.

Kuroo was the one who insisted he be in these boxers, tight and short and definitely out of his comfort zone. Kenma was very reluctant considering what Kuroo had chosen for himself, but he went along with it anyway. Tonight wasn’t for him after all, it was for You.

With a soft sigh, he grabbed a small box from the countertop and waited for their partner. “They're gonna be here soon.” He called to Kuroo, who gave a howl of excitement from their shared bedroom.

It was only a couple minutes when Kenma heard the familiar click of the lock, his eyes glazing over with a tint of excitement as he watched you enter, yapping away as you slide your shoes off.

“Hi, babies~! What the heck is happening tonight?? Did I forget something? Oh is it taco ni—“

Your words caught in your throat. There Kenma was, practically naked and flushed and— was that a smirk? Was Kenma really smirking?

A nervous little giggle bubbled from your lips, your cheeks seeming to heat up as words tumbled from your lips. “Uh Kozume you’re missing some clothes there my love, what’s—“

Kenma held a finger up to his lips, an indication for you to silence yourself, and it worked almost too quickly. Your words simply left you, a smug look almost replacing Kenma’s little smirk as your thighs subtly pressed together beneath the skirt you wore. He then held his hand out, finger moving in the come hither motion. “C’mere.” He spoke low, words laced in a tone you had never heard, but it certainly did make you feel all the more flustered

As you walked to Kenma he pressed his fingers to the bottom of your chin, tilting your face up so they could make direct eye contact. He brought his face close to yours, watching the way your eyes threatened to flutter closed as if he was going to kiss you. Instead, he hovered his lips inches away from yours, breath hot as he spoke.

“Kitten... you’ve been keeping something from Kuroo and I...” He spoke slowly, watching the way your eyes searched his own for some form of clarity. His fingers were slow to curl around your chin, pressing into your jaw and earning a little fluttery breath.

“We came across that naughty Tumblr page of yours and well... if you really wanted to be treated in such a way, you could have said something.” He murmured, lips brushing close enough to your own to cause a subtle tremble to run down your spine. Your eyes had widened a bit, fingers clutching desperately at the hem of your sweater as you squirmed on the spot. Feeling his fingers press into your cheeks your lips parted some, making Kenma chuckle as he watched you already begin to submit.

So their precious little Kitten really did want this.

“Tonight, Kuroo and I will do our best to make your fantasies come true. It’s all about you kitten... be grateful.” He spoke the last phrase with a gentle grip at your jaw, a bit of firmness that had your lashes fluttering and a hitched breath pressing past your parted lips.

“I—“ you swallowed hard, a heat travelling through your body. You wanted this, you really had left the Tumblr page open on purpose because you weren't sure how to voice to your boyfriends “can you dominate me?”, but you hadn’t expected them to set up such a scenario, heck you weren't sure they’d be into it at all.

So this was all a little overwhelming.

“You what Kitten.” That firmness was back, Kenma’s eyes seeming to burn into yours as you squirmed a little, the small needy noise slipping past your lips almost making Kenma groan. “I—I’m grateful Kozume.” You sputtered.

“Good girl.” There was that same little needy noise, and Kenma finally released your jaw. “You’re gunna go to the bathroom and change into the outfit Kuroo and I have in there for you. Then you’ll head straight to our bedroom, kneel on the bed. Understood?”

You tried to find your words but nothing came out, instead, you just nodded a bit. Kenma let it slide for now as he gave you a small smile, sliding his fingers away from your jaw. Before you had the chance to depart he held up the little box in his other hand, causing your brows to furrow.

“Let me put this on you first kitty.” He eased the box open, having to hold back a pleased noise at the way you gasped, eyes wide and face flushed

There was a thin leather collar in the box, dotted with pretty red jewels. The tag was in the shape of a red heart, “Kitten” engraved in the metal that you recognized to be Kuroo’s handwriting.

“O-oh—“ You stumbled over your words, Kenma unable to keep back the amused smirk as he easily lifted it from the box. He held it before your neck, that firm persona coming back as he raised an expectant brow.

“We don’t have all day Y/N. Lift your hair up for me.” Rather than trying to make words, protest or even process what was happening you lifted your hair, holding it loosely at the back of your neck so Kenma could latch the collar securely around your throat. He huffed fondly as it clung to you, his fingers playfully brushing over the leather before he dropped his hands.

“Very pretty baby.” He voiced, watching the way you followed suit and ran your fingers over it, biting softly on your lower lip. “T-Thank you..” you managed to whisper, the excitement in your eyes making Kenma chuckle ever so softly.

“See you in the bedroom.” With that he headed to their room, making sure the door was closed and leaving You in the entrance. You took a couple seconds to move, eyes still wide and fingers still brushing over the collar before you snapped out of it, an excited tremble running up your spine and urging you to move. You were quick to head to the bathroom, eyes widening yet again at the outfit that hung pretty on the towel hook.

Red and lacy. A garter belt and stockings. It was dirty and soft and everything you imagined you’d wear when you and your boys finally decided to have such dynamics. Swallowing the lump that seemed to form in your throat you quickly dressed. You stumbled over yourself a bit, wiggling out of the skirt you had on.

It took you a few times to fix the garter, swallowing a lump in your throat as it clung to your thigh just right. You had to work up the courage to look at yourself in the mirror, eyes fluttering and lips hanging open. The babydoll fit you perfectly as if it had been made for you. Your fingers subconsciously ran over the collar again, a trembling breath escaping you as You fixed up your hair a bit, applying one last layer of your favourite chapstick.

None of this really felt real, but for the boys to set this up—.

With a final huff, you made your way to the bedroom. You inched the door open, cheeks blooming deep crimson to find both boys staring intently at the door.

“Damn.” Kuroo breathed out, perched on the edge of the bed. You could have said the same about him, clad in tight black jeans and a red collared shirt all the way unbuttoned. You intertwined your fingers before you, swallowing hard as you gave a small little smile toward Kuroo, earning the devilish smirk you loved.

Kenma broke the moment by clearing his throat, causing you to bring your eyes to his much more serious ones. He nudged his head towards the bed, reminding you of the order he had given you at the front door. “Oh—“ it was soft and innocent, almost enough to have the boys breaking their respective roles to laugh. You scurried to the bed, biting softly on your lower lip as you sat on the bed, perched on your knees like Kenma had told you to.

“Good girl... you look so pretty kitty,” Kenma spoke softly, taking a seat to your right. His hand travelled over your bare arm, fingers teasingly travelling over the lace that covered your breast and earning a shiver.

“Very pretty,” Kuroo repeated, placing himself behind you and running a hand through your hair, earning a little mewl of delight.

“We’re gonna ask a few things before we start, okay kitten? We want you to be 100% comfortable so you let us know what’s okay.” Kenma spoke, watching the way you melted into Kuroo’s touch, how his long fingers slowly eased over your thighs. You nodded in response, biting down on your lip as Kenma moved a bit so he could sit before you instead.

“Would you like to address us as anything?” He asked first, chuckling softly when he watched your brows furrow a bit, head tilting slightly. “Like Master or—“

“Oh.” You interrupted, cheeks once again heating up at how casually he asked. “Um..” you swallowed a lump that seemed to form in your throat, letting out a shaky breath when you felt Kuroo’s lips against your ear.

“It’s okay if you don’t feel comfortable doing that yet baby... we’re going at your pace remember?” He reassured, hand gently squeezing your thigh.

You bit your lip again before looking up to meet Kenma’s gaze. “K-Koz.” You paused for a moment so you wouldn’t stutter, fingers clutching the lacy fabric of the babydoll. “Can I call you Sir... and Tetsu... D-daddy...”

Kuroo chuckled low beside your ear, lips dangerously close to the skin of your neck. “Knew it~” Kenma rolled his eyes at that remark, but quickly snapped back into character when he saw your lashes fluttering, thighs pressing together.

“Those are excellent, kitten. But I need you to focus a little longer.” His voice was a bit firm, his eyes shooting daggers at Kuroo who had a mischievous smirk on his lips. He decided to join in and his free hand slid up your body, grasping your chin and turning your head to face Kenma, your eyes widening at the sudden harsh action.

“Listen to Sir when he speaks to you, Kitty.” There was that tone you weren't familiar with, the one that had you making a little mewling noise and the one that had Kenma’s lip twitching into a smirk.

“Now then.” Kenma continued. “We’re going to restrain you tonight. What do you prefer, rope, soft cuffs or handcuffs?”

You blinked at such a request, eyes widening a bit as you tried to process the question. This Kuroo and Kenma allowed the pause, sensing your overwhelming excitement as you trembled ever so slightly. “R-Rope please.”

“Good girl.” Kuroo purred out, his excitement becoming evident as he was having trouble keeping his hands to himself. Kenma nodded. “And would you like to be gagged? Blindfolded?”

Kuroo couldn’t help but chuckle lowly when he felt you swallow hard. You bit onto your lower lip before speaking up, your voice a bit shaky and low. “I-I wanna be able to see you guys.. b-but a gag is fine..”

Kenma’s lip twitched in approval, a little nod of his head as he spoke. “Okay. Are you comfortable with us using toys on you? Like a vibrator?” A string of little noises left your lips, Kuroo’s grip on you tightening ever so slightly as You began to squirm. “Uh— nothing too big or strong..” You mumbled.

Kenma nodded, feeling his own cheeks flush as Kuroo began to place long open-mouthed kisses along your neck. “This is important. Listen up kitten.” He spoke, earning a little mewl from you who attempted to squirm from Kuroo, only for him to squeeze you in tighter, playfully sink his teeth into your skin.

“C’mon Kitty... listen to Sir~” Kuroo murmured against your skin, chuckling softly as Kenma narrowed his gaze a bit.

“The safe word is pudding. When you’re gagged it'll be three taps with your foot. If you ever feel uncomfortable you use them. Okay Y/N?” Kenma decided to use your name, strictly to show the seriousness of his words. He looked at you expectantly, causing you to take in a deep breath and nod.

“Y-Yes..” You breathed, only for Kuroo to squeeze your skin.

“Yes what?” He purred.

“Y-yes Sir! Yes sir...” You spoke with a whine in your tone, having Kuroo groan softly as his hands almost snuck their way under the lacy babydoll. Kenma cleared his throat harshly before Kuroo had the chance, reminding the older gentleman who was in charge. Slowly Kuroo pulled his hands away, much to your dislike as you whined softly.

“Good girl. C’mere and gimme a kiss.” Kenma stated, holding a hand out to you. You were about to scoot forward before Kenma clicked his tongue.

“Crawl.” He stated, earning a shocked little whine from you. Despite that, you still got onto your hands and knees, allowing Kuroo a full view of your pretty rear and earning a groan as you crawled toward Kenma, stopping mere inches from his lap.

“Such a good girl... so obedient..” Kenma purred, his hand lifting to grip your chin. He allowed his lips to brush over yours, watching the way your mouth opened and eyes filled with a desire he had yet to see. “You wanna be a good little girl for Daddy and I right?”

“Yes Sir..~” You responded softly, pressing yourself forward a bit so you two could share in a very soft kiss. Kenma allowed it, sighing softly against your lips as he pulled back, a playful glint in his eyes as his hand travelled down from your chin to gently grip your neck instead, fingers brushing over the fine leather collar there.

“Good, we’re gunna start with a little punishment, since you weren’t being truthful with Daddy and I. Hands behind your back Kitten.” He pressed against your neck so you went back into your crouching position, your eyes widening a bit as you felt Kuroo’s fingers wrapping around your wrists, pressing them against your lower back.

“P-Punishment?” You asked softly, a tingle running up your spine when you felt Kuroo’s breath on your skin, Kenma leaned over to the bedside table to retrieve a bundle of deep red rope. “Mhm, Kitty...~ gunna spank this pretty ass of yours,” Kuroo spoke as his hand ghosted over your rear, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

Kenma handed the rope to Kuroo, who happily took it and began to work. You kept your hands where Kuroo placed them, gasping softly as he tugged the first knot, wrists pressing together. Kenma held back a little chuckle at such a reaction, smoothing his palm over your cheek. “Is it alright kitten? Not too tight is it?”l

You swallowed a lump that seemed to form in your throat, shaking your head a bit. “N-No Sir... it’s okay...” you breathed out, heart picking up in pace as Kuroo tugged a bit tighter, pretty little knots travelling up your forearms until both arms held firm against your spine. Kuroo leaned back a bit, a playful little snicker leaving him as he admired his own handy work.

“Pretty...~” he murmured, having you look over your shoulder at him shyly, fists balling up. He bit his lip at such an image, allowing it to burn into his memory before Kenma came back into the picture, ran his fingers through your hair to grip at your scalp.

“Push that pretty ass up kitty, I don’t wanna hear a single whine when Daddy punishes you.” He spoke, pressing on your head to ease it into the mattress. You didn’t bother to fight, rather you couldn’t even help but groan ever so softly in delight as your face was flush in the sheets, ass raised high and thighs slightly spread. You could feel the way the rope subtly pinched at your skin in such a position, making an excited pulse travel straight to your core.

Kuroo had such a large grin on his face, rubbing his palms together before smoothing one over the supple skin of your ass. “The louder you whine, the harder daddy spanks Kitten. So be a good girl for me okay?”

“Y-yes Daddy...~” You allowed your eyes to close, biting your lip slowly as you arched your hips a bit more, wiggling your ass under Kuroo’s palm. Kenma gripped your hair a bit at such an action, tsking. “None of that. Don’t be greedy kitten.” He warned, squirming a bit at the stern tone he used.

The first slap came suddenly and without warning, Kuroo’s palm striking your flesh with an open palm and having you yelping. Kuroo’s grin grew even larger, his body leaning over yours ever so slightly. “Shhh, kitty... I didn’t think we’d have to gag you this early hm?” He teased, his palm smoothing over your tingling flesh before he smacked you again. You tried to keep quiet but you couldn’t help the little bubbling mewls that left your lips, toes curling up in desire.

Kenma hummed in disapproval, lifting your head by the grip he had on your scalp. “What a bad little Kitty, getting off on your punishment... Do you like when Daddy spanks you?” He asked, watching the way you bit your lip hard as Kuroo’s palm came down on the opposite cheek.

“A-Ah~! I—I like it, Sir...”

“I wanna hear you say it all~” Kenma purred, amusement in his gaze as he watched your cheeks flush, lips hung open as you waited for the next spank. When it didn’t come you began whining softly, trying to look back at Kuroo only for Kenma to grip your hair harder. “Say it all Kitty. Or no more.”

“I-I!” You were quick to pipe then, fingers digging into your bound palms as you could barely focus on anything else other than the pulsing on your ass, the way the rope bit at your flesh.

“I like when Daddy s-spanks me”

“Damn straight you do.” Kuroo’s voice was laced in a tone that had your pussy clenching around nothing as his palm came smacking down again, this time hard enough to have you whimpering. Panic flashed over Kenma's gaze only for a moment as he noticed the way your nose scrunched up. He was quick to cup your cheek, voice softening. “Are you okay baby? Was that too much?”

“M-more...~” you murmured, turning your face into Kenma’s palm so you could slip one of his fingers between your lips. You began to suck on it, looking up at him with wide, watery eyes that had goosebumps rising on his flesh.

“Tetsuro. You heard our Kitty.”

Kuroo was grinning from ear to ear, rolling up the sleeves of his silky shirt once more before grabbing hold of your hip in one of his large palms. He hummed as he felt you shiver under his touch, body almost pushing towards him like a magnet.

“Such a greedy lil thing you are Kitty, I would have never expected it.” He mused, before his palm smacked down into your cheek again, twice fast. You jolted, your teeth grazing Kenma’s digits as you mewled around them, tears finally spilling from your gaze. Kenma hissed gently, but watching the tears spill from your eyes, the way you trembled and panted, he couldn’t help but bite his own lip, cock stirring in excitement

“I think that’s enough spanking, come look how pretty they look babe” He was slow to pull his fingers from your mouth, while Kuroo smoothed his palms over your sore cheeks, attempting to massage out the sting before he slipped to Kenma’s side. The blonde took a hold of your chin then, tilted your face up so Kuroo could get a better look at your slightly swollen lips, the way your mascara ran down your face in pretty streaks. Kuroo couldn’t help but moan, his smirk turning devilish as he leaned in, smudged away leftover tears with his thumb.

“You’re such a beautiful Kitten, with pretty tears on your face.” You leaned into the warmth of his palm then, a little whine leaving your lips as you still squirmed. Kenma took notice and grinned a bit. “Ready to move on baby? Do you need a minute?”

You were quick to nod a response, your fists curling in excitement at the idea of getting more. “I-I’m ready Sir.” You reassured, getting a smooch to your cheek from Kuroo before he hopped off the bed, retrieving stuff from the nightstand you couldn’t see.

Kenma helped you ease yourself back onto your thighs, giving the ropes a little tug to make sure they were still secure. “Alright Kitty, you’re gonna lay in my lap now okay? So I can keep an eye on you.”

You could feel your face heat up at that, a little smile slipping to your lips for only a moment. The boys really did want this to be all about you and your pleasure. It was so planned and thoughtful, you couldn’t help but feel a bit of butterflies in your chest. Kenma could tell you were getting flustered by his comment and couldn’t help but chuckle softly. “Don’t get shy on us now baby, we’ve barely begun.” Your eyes widened a bit at that, which only made Kenma chuckle more. He easily slipped back into character when Kuroo had retrieved all the things he needed, lust very much evident in the older male's gaze.

Kenma eased you into his lap, adjusting the ropes a bit along your arms so they could be looped over his shoulders instead, still held secured at the wrists. Once you were comfortable, Kenma rose the fabric of the babydoll, exposing the thin lacy panties to Kuroo. He purred, quick to ease your thighs apart further and earn a little Yelp of surprise from you.

“Fuck your so sexy Kitten, wanna hear you purr for me~” Kuroo teased, his hands massaging over your thighs and making sure his fingertips brushed over your covered slit to have you twitching some. Kenma allowed his fingers to toy with the heart on your collar, his other hands ever so gently running over your side. “Now baby, Daddy is gonna use a toy on you, get your pretty pussy prepped.”

He felt you tense a bit at that, your face attempting to hide in his shoulder before Kuroo was quick to take hold of your jaw, covering it in playful nips that had you whining. “Do you wanna be gagged now, or wait until Daddy fucks you?”

Kenma asked, his smirk growing at the way you rolled your hips into Kuroo’s hands, the pleased little noise you made at his question. “C-Can I be... gagged now please?” You asked sheepishly, which was quickly followed by a little gasp as Kuroo began to mouth along your clothed cunt. “Of course baby...” Kenma murmured, his own excitement coming through as he leaned over, scooped the ball gag off the bedside table.

He dangled it in front of your face, watching the way your face contorted into one of need while Kuroo’s eyes narrowed in delight. “Let’s try this Kitten, remember if you feel any discomfort you tap Daddy with your leg three times, or even tug my hair okay?” Kenma wanted to get his point across that your safety was his priority, and despite the distraction, Kuroo was currently giving you, you nodded.

“O-Okay Sir, I’m ready.” You spoke through a little mewl, back arching a bit as Kuroo replaced his mouth with two fingers that slowly teased your dampening panties.

“Good girl, open your mouth nice and wide for me,” Kenma murmured, biting his lip softly as he watched you lull your lips open, face still covered in mascara streaks. Kuroo had to pause his teasing to watch as Kenma eased the red rubber ball between your lips, smirk widening at the subtle flutter of lashes. When Kenma pulled the straps behind your head Kuroo rose a bit, brushing his thumb over the ball held between your teeth.

“You okay still Kitty? Fuck you look so pretty with a gag on...~”

You nodded, eyes suddenly feeling a bit heavy. You had never had this kind of euphoric feeling, arms being bound, lips being stuffed shut. You lost all control, willingly gave it to your boys who were more than happy to take care of you.

It was a little overwhelming but in a good way of course. Kuroo’s smirk grew, trying to be a bit more playful as his thumb pressed the ball further into your mouth. It made drool bubble up in the corner of your outstretched lips, a muffled whine leaving you as you arched towards him. “You’re a tease... “ Kenma spoke, although he didn’t put a stop to the antics, rather he watched with a grin of his own, cock continuing to twitch. But this wasn’t about him, or Kuroo for that matter. So when he saw your thighs begin to twitch he spoke. “C’mon Tetsu, give our pretty baby what she needs. What do you think, one or two orgasms before you fuck them?” You tried to give your input, failing and only muffling into the gag was Kuroo hummed, finally pulling your soiled panties from your legs. “Probably just one, not sure our kitten can wait much longer, can you baby?” “Yea, you just wanna be stuffed don’t ya, want daddy to ruin that pretty little cunt?” Kenma took hold of your chin, made you look up at him with those wide, needy eyes of yours. You already looked dumbed out, a string of drooling dripping from the silicone wedged between your lips. Kuroo took the opportunity to pull the vibrator from his pocket. It wasn’t anything fancy, just a bullet that was long enough to sink into your greedy walls if needed. But Kuroo had other plans as he rubbed it along your glistening folds, watched how it coated the red toy. “Pretty..” He murmured more to himself, the smooth material of silicon along your damp folds making goosebumps rise on your skin. You wanted to watch him, wanted to be ready for the vibrations started but Kenma kept you occupied, keeping your jaw gripped and pressing a soft kiss against the ball gag. “Pretty indeed” Kenma agreed, eyes softening only a moment when he noticed your lashes flutter.

The moment was cut short as Kuroo finally pressed the ‘on’ button, the vibrations being pressed into your clit. Your eyes widened some, body arching forward as much as possible from the suddenness of it all, the way the vibrations shot pleasure directly into your core. The sounds of your muffled whines egged Kuroo on, making him groan himself as he dove into your pussy, mouth open and lapping at your folds. It was sloppy, the lewd sounds of his tongue making Kenma twitch beneath you. “Look at you, coming undone on daddy’s lips. C’mon baby, make a mess, be a good girl and make a mess.” Kenma insisted, one hand easily pulling down the lacy material of the babydoll to play with one of your pretty nipples. You had trouble keeping your eyes open, with the vibrator being pressed into your clit with more pressure, with Kuroo’s lips on your cunt, with Kenm’a fingers on you and his dirty words in your ear. You were a mess already, wrists surely bruising some as you tugged on the rope, babbling nonsense into the gag and letting the drool fall freely onto your chest. Kuroo looked up at you through his bangs, lips latching around your sensitive folds and giving a few harsh sucks. He didn’t think you could look so lewd, pressing your hips into the vibrator and body trembling for more. “Cum angel, cmon, lemme taste you.” Kuroo mumbled into your pussy, the deep sound of his voice only adding to the vibrations already assaulting your clit. When the vibration speeds suddenly went up you still a moment, eyes rolling back into your head. It only took a few more licks of Kuroo’s talented tongue, a few more tweaks of Kenma’s fingers, and you were seeing stars, hot flashes of white covering your vision as you came undone.

You gushed, quiet literally, juices squirting from your pussy and dousing Kuroo’s lip, bangs, the vibrator. Kenma couldn’t hold back his moan, eyes glazed over in awe as he watched you jolt, the lewd image being burned in his brain forever. “That's my fuckin girl.” Kuroo all but growled, seeming to forget the vibrator and letting it roll off as he grabbed your hips in both hands, devouring your arousal like his life depended on it. He went as far as licking just above your pretty pussy, having no problem cleaning up the mess you created. Your breaths came out shaky through your nose, each added lick of Kuroo’s tongue making you feel fuzzier and fuzzier. When the unfamiliar feeling of overstimulation started to build up in your tummy you grabbed at Kenm’as hair, giving it a tug as instructed.

It knocked Kenma out of his daze, a small little ‘shit’ leaving his lips as he was quick to work two fingers under the leather band. He pulled the gag free from your lips, drool connecting you to it in strings as you sucked in a breath. “What's the matter kitten? You okay?” “C-Can’t, s’too-- too much~!” You whined, the sound making Kuroo lift from your pussy despite how drunk he was himself. His lips and chin were coated as he looked up, the fat tears leaving your eyes making him panic a moment. “Shhh, it's okay baby, you’re okay, we’ll stop okay?” Kenma quickly reassured, pressing kisses along your face, thumbing away your tears. Kuroo gave your hips a little squeeze before coming up, waiting for your gaze to fall on him before speaking in a much softer tone than moments before. “M’sorry kitty, did daddy do too much? Shoulda let you come down first…” He murmured, borrows furrowed in concern as you shook. You shook your head, trying to find your words as your body still came down from the intense high. “M’okay, its okay-- j-just, felt too tingly daddy--” “Overstim,” Kenma spoke. When the two had done their research, they looked into everything, including this. Kuroo was grateful that it hadn’t been something worse, a little sigh leaving his lips as he pressed a reassuring kiss to your lips. “No more than okay baby? You did so well for us, let's call it a night okay?” “B-but…” Kenma was already pulling your bound arms up, Kuroo leaning forward to undone the knots. You couldn't help but feel guilty, feeling Kenma’s painfully hard erection digging into your backside, the dazed-out look that still lingered in Kuroo’s eyes. The boys shushed you, your arms seeming to flop to your sides when the last knot was finally undone. Kuroo kissed at the subtle bruise forming on your wrist, giving you that signature smirk of his. “No buts, this was for you remember? We’ll take a break, and if you wanna continue later, we will. But if you don’t, then that's okay to kitten.” “Tetsuro is right baby, we aren’t pushing you... “ He helped you sit up straight, pushed sweaty hair from your face as you stretched your body. You didn’t realize just how exhausted you were until you tried to move your legs, whining in the process.

“I got you, baby, don’t you move a pretty muscle.” He reassured, ignoring the way his cock was twitching in his pants as he scooped up your trembling form. You didn’t fight it, rather just let your head lull onto his shoulder, clinging to him tightly. Kenma smiled fondly at the two of you, pressing a few kisses up your arms. “Just relax now Y/N, Tetsu and I will take care of you.” He spoke, following suit as Kuroo lead the way back towards the bathroom where they planned to set up a bath for you. “Oh, and kitten?” Kuroo spoke, making you look up at him. “We’re really proud of you, you did so well, were such a good girl for us.” “Next time, we’ll make sure you come twice as much, you deserve it,” Kenma added, both boys chuckling when your face dug into the crook of Kuroo’s neck. After that evening, you gained two new followers on Tumblr, ones that took note of each like, reblog and post, to put into practice for the next time.

Part of @hqintheclub

[iltsukki]

These Haikyuu Fanfics Deserve A Throne👑

Love me like you do (by crossbelladonna on Ao3) ★★★

Pairings: IwaOi (main), KuroKen, TsukiYama, LevYaku, KageHina, BokuAka, DaiSuga, MatsuHana

Iwaizumi’s family line is cursed to die a year after they fall in love. Admittedly, he knows falling for his childhood friend may be a mistake. But he did and he passed and Death got what he wants that is until Oikawa makes a trade—his memories for Iwaizumi’s life.

(A/N: sorry but I hate Ushijima (I'm sure you will too) in this story. Damn, this story is so sick! I love it!)

A Liar’s Truth (by internetpistol on Ao3) ★★★

Pairings: SakuAtsu (main), OsaSuna, KageHina, BokuAka

In which Sakusa Kiyoomi is raised to believe that gay people go to hell but then takes one look at Miya Atsumu and thinks, then why the hell did God make them so fucking hot?

(A/N: Such a great fic, made me tear up. Post-timeskip)

Endangered love (by Kurasume on wattpad) ★★★

Pairings: KuroKen (main), TsukiYama, BokuAka, DaiSuga, SakuAtsu, TanaKiyo, OsaSuna, AsaNoya, KageHina, IwaOi

Mafia AU of Kuroo x Kenma: Other gangs/groups run by other pairings- Kuroo is a gang leader, and Kenma stumbles into his territory. Kuroo is baffled why Kenma seems unbothered, and even curious, about him and his life. So he decides to keep him a while.

(A/N: READ IT YOU GUYS! IT'S SO BADASS!! [Spoiler alert,, Atsumu sold K****] waaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!! You won't regret reading it)

I'm your biggest fan (by AmberKindaSus100 on wattpad) ★★★

Pairings: TsukiYama (main), KuroKen, KageHina, BokuAka, AsaNoya, IwaOi, KiyoYachi, TanaKiyo, TanaEnno, UshiTen, slight TeruYama, DaiSuga

Tsukishima Kei is a famous model and singer, while Yamaguchi Tadashi is just your average fanboy.

He has been in love with the model for a long time, he always thought he was the nice, cool, and handsome boy he saw on the internet, That is of course, when his best friend tells him everything he's made of.

Atlantis (by hqheaven on wattpad) ★★

Pairings: IwaOi, DaiSuga, BokuAka

As three young marine biologists travel to a remote island in order to find new marine animal species, they find something much bigger and magical, something that no one knew existed.

Out of the hundreds of hq fics I've read, these fics really hit the spot😭💥

Read it, you won't regret it!

♡♡♡

[r0se-street]

haikyuu ships as tswift lyrics bc i said so

apologising for the slight angst beforehand...should i make a happy version later??

less angsty version

ushiten:

but i can see us lost in the memory / august slipped away into a moment of time / cause you weren't mine to lose

semishira:

your hands are tough but they are where mine belong

iwaoi:

your necklace hanging from my neck / the night we couldn’t quite forget / when we decided to move the furniture so we could dance / baby, like we stood a chance

mattsuhana:

i don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you

bokuaka:

you’re not my homeland anymore, so what am i defending now? / you were my crown / now im in exile seeing you out

sakuatsu:

the battle's in your hands now / but i would lay my armor down if you said you'd rather love than fight

osasuna:

why'd i have to break what i love so much? / it's on your face, and i'm to blame, i need to say

kuroken:

so i'll watch your life in pictures like i used to watch you sleep/ and i'll feel you forget me like i used to feel you breathe

yakulev:

well, you drive me crazy half the time / in the other half i'm only trying to let you know that what i feel is true

kagehina:

i was dancing when the music stopped / and in the disbelief, I can't face reinvention / i haven't met the new me yet / haunted by the look in my eyes / that would've loved you for a lifetime

tsukiyama:

im only seventeen i don't know anything / but i know i miss you / the only thing i wanna do is make it up to you

daisuga:

my time, my wine, my spirit, my trust — tryna find a part of me you didn’t take up / gave you so much, but it wasn’t enough / but i’ll be all right / it’s just a thousand cuts

asanoya:

maybe we got lost in translation, maybe i asked for too much / but maybe this thing was a masterpiece till you tore it all up

tanakiyo:

and when you find everything you looked for / i hope your life leads you back to my front door / oh but if it don't / will you stay beautiful?

kiyoyachi:

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew / i was enchanted to meet you

[mrskodzuken]

pairing: Kuroo x f!reader x Kenma

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI FOR FUCK’S SAKE 🤦🏻‍♀️, timeskip!KuroKen, you are Kenma’s s/o, threesome (obviously 🙄), unprotected sex (even though Kuroo haven’t even plunged in the puthy yet 😂), voyeurism, slight degradation(?) and exhibitionism if you squint, dacryphilia, some praise and nipple play, overstimulation, Kenma giving head to Kuroo... yeah. I think that’s all 🥵 oh, also kinda cliffhanger-ish (wrote this until late at night) so 🤷🏻‍♀️

a/n: not me deciding where to post this short prototype of a drabble via toss coin (heads-main, tails-side; guess which blog won) for @kuriskhaos (and also @antisocia1-butterfly too)—thanks for feeding me some spicy KuroKen crumbs 🥵🥵🥵🥵 also consulted/had it beta’d @imo-chan-imagines for her opinion on this 😘 typing a similar and formal drabble for this pairing atm—

Oh boy Kuris... why??? ahdjakhdkjd

It was during a hot and steamy sex that you asked your boyfriend Kenma if he's okay with sharing you to his friends (while eating and fingering your wet pussy).

"I'm *slurp* okay *lick lick slurp* with that. *sluuuuurp* Who do you have in mind, kitten?" he asked.

"M-mhmm--fuck, Ken--maybe... Kuroo-sa--ahh, so close! Fuck!!!" And your body trembled while Kenma finger-fucked you into an earth-shattering orgasm (not to mention about a few more cums after).

And so, he talked with his best friend Kuroo about it and 'she wants to have your cock rammed inside her fucking tight kitty cunt'. He agreed (Kenma wanted to punch Kuroo's shit-grinning face jfc), and two days later was standing in front of your and Kenma's shared room with the door opened.

And witnessing Kenma thrusting his cock on your drooling mouth. Hard.

Kuroo can't help but be a bit embarrassed while watching you two do it, hearing the gamer's low grunts and whispers; you, on the other hand, are a whimpering naked mess, tears rolling non-stop on your cheeks, gagging a bit on Kenma's cock head hitting the back of your throat.

But seeing the fucked-up expression on your flustered face made his cock twitch and slowly get hard beneath his slacks.

Kuroo cleared his throat, earning a look from both you and Kenma, and smiled slyly at your direction.

“Oya? What do we have here?”

A few moments later (and Kenma cumming into your throat and a bonus cock slap on your face), you, your boyfriend, and your boyfriend’s best friend were on the bed.

You were leaning on Kenma’s chest with your legs wide open, panting, squirming.

Kenma on your back, kissing the back of your head and shoulder blade--reassuring you that you can fit Kuroo’s thicc coque into your wet meow meow, while sucking a spot on your neck and playing with your nipples.

And Kuroo between your legs, holding your thighs with both his arms looped around them.

Eating the fuck out of you.

Lapping up the juices on your wet cunt, the tip of his tongue tracing your folds and slit (before thrusting his tongue in and out of your pussy hole), flicking your throbbing puffy clit repeatedly.

Until your moans became louder and your body shook in pleasure at your orgasm, Kuroo slurping the cum off your quivering cunt.

“I guess your kitten is ready for my dick, huh, Kenma?” Kuroo wiped some cum on his mouth with the back of his hand and stood on his knees, stroking his girthy cock in front of you two.

“Wait! Let me have a taste, Kuro-” Kenma leaned forward to grab the bedhead’s cock and rubbed the leaking tip with his finger, earning a slight hiss from Kuroo, before pulling it away and sucked his finger that was smeared with his cum.

He smiled at him. “Delicious as always, Kuro.”

Before bringing the cock on his lips, sucking Kuroo off.

While your boyfriend was giving his best friend a blow job, you (now recovered from your high) got off from Kenma and found yourself giving your boyfriend a handjob.

You matched your strokes on Kenma’s cock with the thrusts Kuroo’s cock gave to the Puddinghead’s mouth, both of them cumming at the same time.