#suddenly kenma is not my god anymore!

[realm-of-rosie]

💭 ways to develop productivity !!!

i. haikyuu [ tsukishima, kenma, bokuto and how they distract / motivate you ]

ii. fluff + scenarios / headcanons

iii. blog rules | masterlist

iv. ah studying, what i should be doing but i am instead fantasizing about studying. my quality time loving ass loved this HAHAHA also pretend i didnt use fUlL InTentIoN twice ok

[ tsukishima kei ]

"try again,"

"no thank you,"

"shrimpy - "

"don't shrimpy me kei!"

"i will shrimpy you as much as i want until you answer the question,"

"but i don't know anymore," you whine, "all the words and numbers are merging together in my head, i can't tell which is which anymore,"

"you know this one," kei insists, grabbing your face in his hand and smushing your cheeks together, "remember the mnemonic you made?"

he releases your face before reading the question again and at your blank expression, kei sighs, taking his glasses off to stare at you, eye to eye.

"one kiss for every right answer,"

"...what?" you gawk.

"if you get it right, i'll give you a kiss,"

you squint suspicously at your boyfriend and he casually wipes his glasses before putting them on, "would you really?"

"come find out," his voice is teasing and singsong in reply, waving the flash cards in front of you tauntingly, "i'll even ask a new question so you get a fresh start,"

"deal!" you stick your pink out, butterflies fluttering in your stomach when his own links with yours, "just know that i will be so disappointed if you end up lying to me,"

"of course not, never to you," with a clear of his throat another question comes - one you answered with ease at the prospect of a reward.

"see?" kei smirks, "you totally have this,"

"is that all?" you raise your eyebrow, laughing when he pulls you into his arms to press a soft kiss on your lips, his fingers holding you by the chin.

you pull away first to catch a breath, and when you chase his lips again, he tuts.

"the deal was one kiss," he whispers cockily while tracing your bottom lip with his thumb, "that was already one,"

[ kozume kenma ]

"ken, come on, i have to study," you sigh in half amusement, half exasperation because lord did you love your boyfriend but at this moment you wondered if murdering him was worth going to jail for x amount of years.

"so study?" he replies with a nonchalant tone, the clicking of the keys on his switch mixing with the music playing from your headphones.

"you're resting on my lap," you run your fingers through kenma's hair and you swear that almost purred in approval. you chuckle at that thought.

"and?"

"i don't have your concentrating skills,"

"and?"

you give him a deadpan look.

"oh, am i distracting you?"

"so help me god, i will smack that smirk off of your face if you don't get off of my lap,"

"alright, alright," he mumbles grumpily, curling up by himself in the corner of your bed still tapping away at his switch.

you, on the other hand, had slipped your headphones back on with the full intention to make it up to him once the project absorbing every ounce of your attention had finished, leaving yourself completely unaware of anything an everything happening in the room. fully immersed in the document in front of you, you began to work, slowly but surely slipping into an altered state of consciousness, and for a while, you were stuck in your work mindset.

well, that was before kenma snuck (there was actually no sneaking, you just didn't notice him move) into the nook in your desk beside your legs, giving you a mini heart attack when he suddenly leaned on your thigh.

you sigh, kissing your fingertips and passing it to him, in a way, by pressing them against the top of his head and patting him affectionately.

"just a little longer, ok? i promise,"

"take your time," kenma looks up at you with his ever observant cat-like eyes, "i just want to be close to you,"

"i guess i can't say no to you now," you tease, gently pinching his cheek and stroking it when he began to pout.

kenma leans into your touch and you tell yourself:

you totally could finish typing this with one hand.

[ bokuto koutaro ]

"one kiss,"

"bo-" you start to laugh uncontrollably when you lift your head to look at your boyfriend - with the full intention to remind him that you had 5 minutes left until your next break - and the poor little pet the two of you shared that he involved in his quest to distract you.

"we've both been very lonely," bokuto sighs, smushing his face against the small animal he held up and you coo at the expression it had. whether it was displeasure or otherwise, you weren't even sure.

"she's frowning at you," you tease bokuto, glancing back at the open document on your screen and frowning at the red line under one of the words on the word doc, immediately correcting the word.

"she is not!" bokuto gasps, facing your poor pet and kissing its little face, "see?"

there's a moment of silence as you reread the body of your speech, eyebrows furrowing together as you go over one line in particular.

"...you're not looking,"

"hm?" you glance at bokuto then back at the screen before back at your boyfriend's frowny face and droopy hair, reaching out to run your hand through his hair with guilt pooling in your gut, "i'm sorry love, i promise, just a few more minutes-"

you are interrupted by the beeping of your alarm, signaling that it was time for the 30-minute break between your study hours and bokuto perks up immediately, laying your pet in the small play pen you had in your work room at pulling your out of your seat, not allowing you even a second to protest before he hugs you tightly and twirls you around in a circle.

"you're free at last!"

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #kenma kozume x reader #kenma x reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutaro x reader

[thechloediary]

kuroken - dreams ✨ (650 words, rated m)

kenma wakes up confused. not only he feels a strong urge to throw his alarm out the window because it should be illegal to be awoken this early, but also his head hurts like crazy. he really hopes he hasn’t caught a cold.

but the main reason why kenma feels utterly confused is because of the strange dream he had.

it’s well known that kenma isn’t really a romantic person. proof is that today just happens to be his birthday, he’s turning 22 (an even more valid reason for him to throw his alarm out the window, because no one should be up at 6:30am on their birthday). and it’s been 22 years that he’s single.

he’s never been in a relationship before and he doesn’t care, he’s never really been interested in it. although he may like someone (he definitely does), he never voiced those feelings nor even acknowledged them. good old denial never hurt anyone.

hence his current issue. because he dreamt of it. he dreamt of a romantic relationship with said person for whom he definitely doesn’t have any feelings.

it never happened before. or maybe it had? he doesn’t know because usually he never remembers his dreams. but this time he remembers.

he remembers the blushing and the awkward confession and then the even more awkward first kiss and the hand holding and then more kisses. everything.

he dreamt of being in a romantic relationship with his kuroo tetsurou. his best friend of ten years.

the dream felt so vivid, he can’t help but feel his cheeks burning as he slowly remembers the rest of the dream and… oh god.

apparently dream kenma is way bolder than real life kenma could ever be, because it doesn’t look like they stopped at just kissing. apparently, 22-year-old dream kenma is not only in a relation, but also not a virgin anymore.

he doesn’t know if it’s the fact that he has had a sex dream for the first time in his life, or the fact that it was with kuroo of all people (it’s definitely that second option); but he finds himself wishing for the ground to open up under his bed so that it could swallow him and his burning shame.

how could he /possibly/ face the other man ever again after that?

his whole body feels terribly hot and he feels as if he can’t even move. opting for a very mature reaction, he simply puts his hands on his face and groans loudly.

but then, something even more confusing happens. because kenma swears he hears a groan that doesn’t come from him. he stills completely.

he tries to put the blame on his cat but deep down he knows that it’s not a sound a cat can produce. it’s a very human-like groan.

he slowly turns his head to the side and finds himself face to face with the one and only kuroo tetsurou.

kenma’s eyes widen so much that he’s afraid they might fall out as he takes note of the other’s appearance. kuroo looks sleepy as he rubs his eyes and his hair is even more disheveled than it usually is (kenma didn’t know that was possible).

he also belatedly noticed how the other man is in his bed, and very much naked. kenma dumbly looks down on himself and realizes that he, too, is very much naked and that the warmth he was feeling was actually kuroo’s arm on his waist while he was sleeping.

he quickly rises his head to the other man again, still shocked, and it’s only then that he notices the hickeys on kuroo’s neck.

oh god.

kuroo’s eyes widen in turn as he suddenly looks panicked. "oh my god do you regret last night? did everything happen because you were drunk? do you actually not like me back? do you—"

oh god. it wasn’t a dream.

// end.

#haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #kozume kenma #kenma kozume #kenma #kuroo tetsurou #kuroken #happy birthday kenma

[storytimewithnova]

Picture perfect memories

???? Pov

Memories they can be made in all kinds of ways they can be forgotten all the same even memories of someone you love it just takes something Traumatising to wipe those memories away I am Miya shoyo this is the story of how i died

Narrator sho: 💭Like i said this is story of how i died but lets not skip ahead of everything to my death let go back and join me on my happiest day

Preist:I now ponouce you husband and wife you may kiss your bride Atsumu

Atsumu:Don’t mind if i do

Shoyo:Hehe don’t that feel nice

They are dressing their wedding suits Narrator sho💭 so began the start of my forever or at least i thought we started make a lot of memories together

Shoyo:Honey come on lets go

Atsumu:Haha coming sunshine oh wait hold still there perfect you look so cute

Atsumu:Haha perfect just like you

Shoyo:Atsu -////-

Atsumu:😆

Atsumu:Um good morning love ❤️

Shoyo:Mhm

Atsumu:You okay

Shoyo: Meh

Atsumu:So we are talking in sound effects today

Shoyo:Coffee

Atsumu:Oh he speaks

Shoyo:He is also your husband that can kick your ass

Atsumu:You didn’t sleep

Shoyo:What do you think

Atsumu:Do you want to go back to bed i will bring you coffee and breakfast

Shoyo:Mhm

Narrator sho💭i guess that deserves abit of context we have literally the worst neighbours ever they bang and their kids play music all night so excuse me if i was cranky thank god my husband was understanding he brought me breakfast in bed and came cuddled me suddenly my anger seemed irrelevent

Shoyo:What are we doing today love

Atsumu:Well sunshine we have a practice match

Shoyo:Against what team?

Atsumu:The adlers

Shoyo:….

Atsumu: Sunshine honey

Shoyo:Hoshimi’s team

Narrator sho💭aww yes hoshimi my jealous ex that can ‘t get over the fact we are over Good thing he doesn’t know i am married

Time skip to the match

Atsumu: Well played sunshine

Hoshimi:Why the fuck you kissing my bf

Sho:I am not yours anymore we broke up after you cheated on me with kags i am atsumu’s

Hoshimi:Hinata please

Bokuto:Hinata… sho has been a hinata for a long time You must be well out of the loop

Hoshimi:What do you mean?

Bokuto:Sho is a miya him and atsumu are married

Omi:BOKUTO!!!

Bokuto:What?

Omi:You weren’t meant to tell him you dumb owl

Bokuto:😖 i am so sorry sho

Hoshimi: You’re what?!

Shoyo:Thanks to That Loud mouth over there I have to tell you yes I am married

Hoshimi’s thoughts💭😡 not on my watch you’re not

Atsumu:Sho lets go we are going to be late

Shoyo: Coming love

Hoshimi:*Mumbles* so you think you can just get married and i will let you be happy not happening

Bokuto hears what Hoshimi mumbled

Bokuto:😨

Mean while with sho and atsu they were going to kenma and kuroos

Shoyo:Made it just

Kenma:Shoyo

Shoyo:Kenken

Kuroo:You know husbands are here too or do we not count

Kenma:Sho you hear something

Shoyo:Nah must of been the wind

Atsumu:😢

Shoyo:Atsumu don’t go getting upset on me

After that they were having a fun night sho saw kuroo’s guitar

Atsumu:Sho

Shoyo:Oh quite

Atsumu grabs if from sho and starts playing

Play this mainly because author chan don’t feel like right the lyrics

Sho:-//////-

Narrator sho everything was going so well to we heard

Third person they had no clue where it came from when everything settled kenma looked over at sho only to be met with

Kenma:Aaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!

Kuroo:KITTEN!!! OMG CHIBI CHAN

Atsumu:Kuroo what is it

Kuroo:No atsumu don’t

Atsumu:No no no no sho sho call an amblance

Kenma:I i i did

Somewhere outside

Hoshimi:There if i can’t have you no one can

What hoshi wasn’t counting on was his lover to see what he had done and called the cops

Kageyama:Hey babe what are you doing here omg what happened

Hoshimi:I don’t know just passing

Tobio's thoughts💭liar

Tobio:My best friend is in there

They could hear sirens

The police and amblance showed the police walked over to Hoshimi

Officer: hoshiumi?

Hoshimi:Yeah why

Officer: you are under arrest for the shooting of Miya shoyo you do not have to say anything anything you do say can and will be used against you in the court of law. Do you understand

Mean while with sho

Atsumu:What did the doctor say ken

Kenma:Not good the bullet is stuck in a palce they can’t get it and if he goes in for surgery he could die on that table

Atsumu:No who would do this wait i know who his ex

Kuroo:Chibi chan had an ex

Atsumu:Yeah Hoshiumi he plays for the adlers

Kageyama:My ex now

Atsumu:Kageyama!?

Kageyama: it was him i just got him arrested i can’t believe his jealousy would lead him to do something this outragous actually forget that yes yes i can

They suddenly hear

Everyone in the room: doctor help

A doctor rushes in a pushes everyone out

Little while later

Doctor: sorry for your lost

Everyone: they were stunned they didn’t know weather to cry denial set in

Atsumu found a little note sho wrote

This is my final memories my picture perfect memories of us

End

#atsuhina #angst #deadhinata #haikyuu #jealous ex #major character death #triggerwarning #Youtube

[hinatastinygiant]

Chapter Sixty Four

Luctus Aglais Io

Pairing: Haikyuu!! x Fem!Reader

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"What do you want?" Suna asks the man. "Money? Drugs?"

"Like you've got any of that anymore," he scoffs. "Why do you want to leave here anyways? You're gonna be screwed if you leave, too, you know. No money. No home. Nothing. Don't act like your little girlfriend here won't leave you for someone else in the blink of an eye on the other side."

"There's more of us, you know," Suna then explains. "Fourteen to be exact. The odds are not in your favor, my friend."

"Yo!" Hinata's voice suddenly calls out. The rest of your group is walking over.

"What good timing," Suna smiles. "Did I mention most of us have guns, too? Pretty large ones, in fact."

"Go away. I have nothing," the man sighs, closing his eye again.

You and Suna exchange a defeated look before turning back to the others who are now approaching. Hinata, Oikawa, and Kenma get the closest and look behind you to see the sleeping man nearby.

"Oh shit," Oikawa whispers when he sees the fake sleeper. "Hajime?"

When you turn around, the man now has both of his eyes open looking past you toward Oikawa. "Fucking hell," he whispers to himself as Oikawa walks around you to get toward the stranger.

"Do you know him?" you ask, unintentionally ruining their reunion.

"This man was the co-owner of the casino I used to, well, co-own. Iwaizumi." Oikawa whispers in disbelief. "Hey, Hajime, do you really have a way out of here? You used to have a plane, didn't you?"

"You never shut the fuck up, do you?" Iwaizumi groans. "Yeah, I have a plane, but don't get your fucking hopes up. It's been broken. Why else do you think I'm hanging around this shit hole?"

"Dunno, maybe you were waiting for me," Oikawa grins hopefully. You've only seen these two talk for a few minutes, but you can already sense some kind of tension between the two of them.

"How 'bout this then," you begin to negotiate. "We'll help you with your plane, but then you gotta fly us out with you."

"Don't think I've got much of a choice between your guns and Oikawa's big mouth," he chuckles. "Alright, fine, but it's going to take some time even with the extra hands."

"Thanks, Hajime," Oikawa beams. "You won't regret it."

"Yeah, well, it's not like you'll last long. There's no food left. Not in the whole fucking place."

"That's fine, we got a bus and two cars," you interrupt. "Kenma and I will go get food. We can all share. Sound good?" you ask, turning towards Kenma.

"Fine with me," he nods back.

About a week later, you and Kenma head out on your last food run before finally departing from the airport. It's his turn to drive Yamaguchi's car, so you sit in the passenger seat beside him and watch as he puts the key in the ignition and places it in drive.

"You alright?" he asks as he drives out of the lot, heading toward the grocery store the two of you had discovered last week. "You look a bit out of it today, Y/N."

"I'm fine. Just a bit worried, you know. Like when we first got here, you weren't there, but Iwa said we'd be screwed even if we got out. All we'll have is ourselves. I don't know if Rin... if we'll..."

"All we can do is hope things work out," he tells you as he speeds down the road. "Suna cares about you. Everyone sees that. I don't think he'd leave just 'cause you're on the other side of the world together."

"Thanks, Kenma," you smile softly. "I used to think the same thing about you and Kuroo. I can tell how much you care about him. I mean, I don't think you'd still be here if it weren't for him."

"I don't think I'd be here at all," he nods in agreement. "But I'm glad that I am. God, he was a piece of work but my stomach still hurts every time I think about him."

"I'm sorry that it happened," you express as he turns into the lot of the grocery store. "He was a good person. He never wanted to harm or bother anyone. Shit, whatever happened to innocent until proven guilty?" you shake your head.

"You know that wasn't your fault, right? None of them. You aren't responsible for any of their deaths. Only Bokuto is to blame," he explains to you. "He was all kinds of fucked up in the head. You tried to help. It isn't your fault."

"He told me he wasn't going to leave," you whisper to Kenma as your eyes begin to fill with tears just like every other time you think about them. "He promised me that he'd stay."

"Promises and hearts have that in common," he sighs. "They're both meant to be kept, but end up being broken instead."

"You think we'll all make it out?" you ask him genuinely.

"I think," he begins as he looks out the window, "those of us who were meant to travel into the next world, will, and those who aren't, will stay behind."

"And you? Will you make it out?" you continue to question.

"Take it one day at a time, Y/N. We've still got a day or two before we actually take off. Let's go get food before the others get hangry, okay?"

"Sure," you nod as you watch him step out of the car and shut the door behind himself. Note to self: keep an eye on Kenma.

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[dr4kenlvr]

looks just like a dream.. ♡

pairing: mikey sano, angry, peh-yan x gn!reader

genre/wc: fluff (0.5k)

request: Hey hey could you do some hcs for Mikey, Souya/angry and peh yan with an S/O that’s really pretty so a lot of people like them (for reference they get treated like teruhashi from saiki k or kiyoko from haikyuu) but they’re also sorta shy with people they don’t know and is sorta like kenma from haikyuu (Sorry if it’s worded weird)

a/n: not worded weirdly at all :) it's a super cute idea!! i wrote this as if the reader and the character are already dating as you wrote s/o! thanks for requesting <3

cw: feminine terms are used for the sake of the request, just a heads up!

MIKEY:

ngl.. mikey is super proud to have copped a s/o as gorgeous as you

to walk around school with you linked on his arm—albeit shyly, he does finds it adorable—and have people do double looks? wow <3 you're just that powerful huh

your shy nature is sweet to him, and he appreciates how humble you stay about your looks but he doesn't understand why

he once mentioned to draken that if he looked like you, he would never shut up about it

(draken says it's cause "you're an ass, and y/n isn't", to which mikey pouts with a "kennnnn!!!")

he just thinks you should be a tinsy bit more prideful about your looks!—but he is in no way going to force you to act another way

he's also there to fend off any weirdos that try to do more than stare at you. mikey does not tolerate that shit, nuh uh.

he has quite literally beaten up some people and simply left them in the halls, walking off to grab your hand swiftly with a peck on the cheek

"not on my watch, baby!"

he's a 10/10 bodyguard, who needs another 10/10 bodyguard (aka draken LMAO)

ANGRY:

uhm despite the permanent scowl on his face, he is screaming inside— 'why is everyone staring at me, just stare at y/n please!'

he can't fathom how you keep up with the constant glances and comments from classmates and passersby... until he realizes that you do have trouble—if your limited responses, lowered eyes, and tight hold on his hand didn't give anymore hints to him

suddenly wants to man up and become your guardian because there is no way angry will let his baby be uncomfortable !!

"don't worry, i'm here okay !?"

he literally growled at someone once and they were so terrified. the look on their face made you laugh and that only caused more people to gape at you because your "smile is so bright and pretty, oh my god!!"

angry: 'did i just make things worse...'

pls comfort him with smooches because he's trying his best truly

angry opts to wait by your door after class so that you two can get the FUCK out before you get bombarded by a hoard of fans LMAO

PEH-YAN:

peh-yan LIVES for you; he practically worships you like all the other people do AHAHA

the only difference is, he is actually dating you !!!

so you already know that peh-yan's pride is skyrocketing up to the moon because of that

you chose him. .. . out of everyone else that is begging for even a small acknowlegment from you??? wow.... truly amazed and blessed he feels

you don't like to boast and show off? no problem, he'll do it for you.

mf walks around all hunched as a gangster does, but he has a pinky locked with your own as you two dominate the school halls

so, peh-yan does not FUCK with anyone who tries anything with you okay?

he's probably a little too aggressive at times tbh

"WHAT YOU LOOKIN' AT PUNK?!" him to a guy who was just glimpsing at you

cue another person who stared at you a little too long, then peh goes "HUUUH? SOMETHING TO SAY LITTLE BITCH!?"

he's insufferable but he's yours so you have to tame him okay? <3

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[sophiemess]

THINGS THEY MISS

pairing(s): oikawa, sakusa, tsukishima, kuroo, kenma. akaashi, kita, & iwaizumi x gn! reader

tags: implied death angst, no happy ending, gender neutral reader

warnings: reader is implied to be dead so don’t read if that causes you discomfort

wc: 1014

a/n: is this even sad? i'm so desensitized to reading my own angst that idk how sad this is. anyway i thought i would compensate for last night's mediocre writing by writing my specialty, death related angst. in case you don't know how much i love writing it, i did this in less than 12 hours. please send in angst requests i'd have so much fun with them

tw: reader is implied to be dead so if that causes you discomfort probably don't read

OIKAWA misses your eyes. He misses everything about them, from the color to the way they always sparkled whenever you looked at him. He longs to see the beautiful shade in them, to see the shape, even to see their quirks in the way they twitched or creased. Because when Oikawa wraps himself in your blanket at night and sobs, trying to drown in your scent, he feels as if the only thing that can console him is your eyes. But he knows that he’ll never see them again, so his cries are unwavering. SAKUSA misses your hands. He misses your fingers, your nails, the texture of your palm, whether it was soft or callused. He misses the way your fingers tussled with his curls, and he used to huff at you in childish grumpiness when you did, but now he would kill just to feel your hands playing with his hair again, even for one minute more. He laments the fact you’ll never feel your hands caressing his face before you kiss him. He took your hands and everything about you for granted because now you’re gone. And because you’re gone, Sakusa sits in his half-empty bed and stares out the window at the moon outside and rambles off endless apologies. To you, to himself, and to whoever will listen. TSUKISHIMA misses your taste in music. Music was always the thing you bonded on in your relationship, and now he’s got a million playlists that remind you of him. He still has the playlist you made for him on your last anniversary, thirty songs that reminded you of him, and he still cherishes it even though the title is meant to tease him. He reads its caption over and over again, I’ll always love you, Kei, even if you’re annoying!, and he somehow manages to smile even though tears are threatening to spill from his eyes and his breaths are hitching. He misses letting you take one of his earbuds and listening to music together until it’s pitch black outside and you both were a tangled mess of limbs in your bed. Because Tsuki can only listen to songs by himself now, and he doesn’t think there was ever a thing worse. KUROO misses your scent. There’s still a half-empty bottle of soap in the shower next to his things, the soap that belonged to you because he can’t bring himself to get rid of it. He holds onto your favorite hoodie when he sleeps, and he’s even tried to wear it once, and whether it fits or not, he’s glad that he tried. On the days where he swears he’s never felt worse pain in his life, he sits in the shower and holds your soap to his nose and sobs because he knows that you’re gone, and God the things he would do to embrace you for another hour. Another minute. Another second. KENMA misses your teasing. He used to say he’d hate it, that he’d do anything to get you to stop, but really he thought that if you suddenly stopped teasing him one day, he’d be majorly upset about it. Because even though he was the one getting poked at, it was you doing it, and you always had the best way of doing it. He misses your condescending head pats because he knows you only meant it out of pure love. And he especially misses the commentary you’d offer on his games, sarcastic or genuine. Kenma doesn’t cry anymore about you; he’s passed that stage. But Kenma feels torn apart, and that might be even worse. AKAASHI misses your mouth, and he above all misses the words and endless excitement that used to pour from it. He’d do anything to see your smile again because, God, did he love your smile. And Akaashi was usually a quiet person, so he loved to hear you speak to fill the silence. He’d listen to whatever you talked about, no matter how rambling or stupid your words were because they were coming out of your mouth. He loved and forever will love your lips that he kissed a million times, but even then you two had grown to appreciate a small moment of intimate silence between each other. But now that you’re gone, Akaashi hates the silence more than he ever has. It reminds him that once he had you, but now he doesn’t anymore, and as he looks at the city below on the balcony, he wonders if there was anything he

could’ve done. KITA misses your sense of humor. He was always entranced with how it seemed you could lighten up any situation to the perfect amount, and you always knew how to cheer him up when he wasn’t feeling his best. And your laugh? God, don’t even get him started on your laughter. He’d move the Earth if it meant getting to hear your angelic laugh just one more time. Now Kita can only remember the jokes you made and maybe laugh at the memories every once in a while. But then he remembers you, the person who made all the jokes and loved him, and the smile on his face disappears just as quickly as it appeared. IWAIZUMI misses your arms. It was never about your strength relative to his, or at all, but he loved feeling your arms wrap around his torso and pull him close to you. And if there was a word to describe the sheer emptiness he feels when his tired body hits the mattress after a long day, only to discover that you aren’t there, he would use it a million times over. His hands constantly wander over his sides because he misses the comforting, reassuring feeling that came when you did it. Iwaizumi valued every second he had with you, and now those memories are the only thing he has left. It hurts, but the only thing he can do is stare at the wall and think about how things could’ve been different.

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HAIKYUU!! FICS

so this is mostly gonna be for myself to keep track of my favorite fics i’ve read, but hey if anyone else wants to check some of these out then thats great

MHA one is up!!

ill keep updating this as i read more, feel free to send me suggestions!

KageHina

plain as day - emleewrites

In which Hinata has spent the better part of the last twenty years putting his heart and soul into volleyball, hoping to be recognised, to be noticed. And yet he spends all these years also thinking of himself as rather plain, beyond his lack of height and bright hair, and not really noticeable at all.

In Transit - Mysecretfanmoments

Hinata finds that he likes standing close to Kageyama on buses and trains. It doesn't mean anything--probably. Maybe.

I like the way your clothes smell - Mysecretfanmoments

Power outages, ghost stories, and the presence of a certain orange-haired boy lead to bad decision-making on Tobio's part. He'd planned to keep his crush a secret; the universe has other plans.

Chaotic Neutral - akaraka

Who's this Kageyama person on twitter and is he gay?

1: Anonymous: see title

2: Anonymous: curry king

3: Anonymous >> 1: It's the curry king, obviously. Have you been using his memes this whole time without knowing who he was?

4: Anonymous: 1) Hinata Shouyou's boyfriend 2) See above

jellyfish - mysterytwin

At the beginning of his last year at Karasuno High School, Hinata Shouyou starts a list and calls it THINGS TO DO BEFORE GRADUATION, all with high hopes that he’ll be able to complete it before his time runs out.

TsukkiYama

Try This On For Size - CloudMonsta

A lot changed for Yamaguchi Tadashi over the course of high school. He started trying on dresses, for one.

The Great Yamaguchi-Tsukishima Split (Capitalization Necessary) - WyYeuw

"But no, the current situation isn’t normal. This situation requires the full attention of the team.

No, what’s really concerning this time around, is that Yamaguchi is the one ignoring Tsukishima.”

Yamaguchi confesses. Tsukishima fucks up—like, really fucks up. The volleyball club notices and loses a week’s worth of practice.

IwaOi

Terrarium - sausaged

He's practically a professional at being proactive (lies, lies, and lies when it comes to Iwaizumi).

At this point, is he really happy with just staying best friends forever? Will he be writing journals and collecting rocks forever (he will, he knows, but that is aside from the point)?

Can he really tag his Instagram photos with #YOLO if he doesn't actually put that phrase into practice?

A story about Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, plants, and rocks.

They Say it Rain Diamonds on Jupiter - exsao

"You're in love with him."

Hajime considers denying it. He considers deliberately choking on his drink to express surprise, to create a distraction by spitting onto the man in front of him's pristine white shirt and causing a commotion. Instead, he swallows his mouthful of soda and heaves a small sigh once his mouth is free.

"Yeah," he says instead.

He's never been good at lying, anyway.

bait and switch - Stylographic_Blue_Rhapsody

Oikawa's university volleyball team knows he's in a long-distance relationship with someone from high school. They imagine a sweet-faced girl that matches his sarcasm with patience. They are so incredibly wrong.

my heart is where it’s always been - foreverautumn

Iwaizumi places his phone down carefully.

Oikawa. Pining after someone. There’s no way.

(Iwaizumi knows he shouldn’t care who Oikawa might have feelings for, but within the span of three days, it’s somehow the only thing he can think about.)

KuroKen

Beautiful People Will Ruin Your Life - todxrxki

Kuroo Tetsurou runs a private Twitter account where he's constantly tweeting about how desperately in love he is with Kozume Kenma. Little does he know that Kenma sees all the tweets and keeps referencing the account in an attempt to get Kuroo to confess to him. / Or, five times Kuroo didn't notice Kenma hinting about his private Twitter account, and one time he finally did.

the things that get caught in the valves of his heart - ghostpot

Emotional competency is not exactly Kuroo's strong suit. Kenma finds it quite amusing.

Accidentally In Love - todxrxki

Kuroo frowns, but then slowly, the corners of his mouth lift up into a smirk. "Well, if it's so unbelievable, why don't we give it a try?"

Kenma glances up at him curiously. "What do you mean?"

"Let's do the 36 questions to fall in love," Kuroo says, still smirking stupidly. "If we don't fall in love, then you're right, it's bullshit. But if we do somehow..." Kuroo waggles his eyebrows. "Then I win." / Kuroo decides he and Kenma should do the 36 questions to fall in love as a joke, but they both start to realize they might actually be in love already.

the galaxy is endless (i thought we were, too) - cosmogony

TW: major character death

Kuroken AU where the last words your soulmate will say to you appear on your skin when you turn 16, and how Kenma and Kuroo learn what this means over the course of their lives

even if you’re ahead for a bit, i will catch up - ghostpot

Kuroo first confesses when they're sticky-fingered, wide-eyed kids, and subsequently every day after that. Kenma takes a while to come around.

you’re the brake lines failing (as my car swerves off the freeway) - ghostpot

Kenma thinks that Kuroo looks ugly with his head bent against the arm of the couch like that. Then Kenma thinks that he wants to marry him, and is promptly thrown into the 5 stages of grief.

teach me the way home - icespyders

“Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because —

because — I don’t know how to say it: a day is long

and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station

when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.”

Kuroo and Kenma grow up in transit.

in this universe - crossbelladonna

Living with Kuroo is sometimes, just like this. It always feels surreal like he's living half a world and a lot of things rush by too quickly. Kenma feels like he'd watched him come and go in a blink, eyes wide and wordless as the shared space went snug in an instant and far larger in the next.

All this, and a glass of water.

Beginning’s End - todxrxki

Somehow over the course of Kenma's lifetime, he’s never really had an opportunity to miss Kuroo. He’s always been there. Even when they went to different schools, Kuroo would meet him afterwards so they could walk home together, shoulders brushing, Kuroo occasionally taking the opportunity to guide him when his nose was buried in the newest video game. The thought of Kuroo not being there anymore is uncomfortable, to say the least. / Kozume Kenma's third year and the changes the year brings in himself and his relationship with Kuroo Tetsurou.

All I Want for Christmas is You - todxrxki

“Kuro,” he says. “You’re a single guy.”

“Yeah, great, thanks for pointing that out.”

“And my parents already know you, plus they already know you like guys or whatever so… what if you pretended to be my date for Christmas dinner?” / In which Kenma recruits his housemate and best friend Kuroo to be his fake date for Christmas.

BokuAka

just to miss the sun - rosevtea

Everything begins to implode when MSBY Jackals outside hitter Bokuto Koutarou crashes Akaashi's livestream.

Operation BokuAka - kazzydolyn

After spending two whole years watching Bokuto and Akaashi pine for one another, the rest of the Fukuroudani Volleyball Club has had enough. When everyone meets up for a reunion dinner, the team decides to play matchmaker and finally get the two of them together. Unfortunately, their plan starts to fall apart when they discover that Akaashi is already dating someone. And apparently so is Bokuto. What a strange coincidence.

bitter - silvercistern

He accepted his classmate's chocolates gracefully, then declared his lack of interest with as much dignity as he could muster. She deserved the courtesy. At least she'd acknowledged that Valentine's Day was all about her, and not about him in the slightest.

Because if any of these girls had taken the time to actually get to know him, they’d quickly realize something even more important than his lack of interest in girls.

And that was that Akaashi hated sweets.

In Another Life - LittleLuxray

TW: major character death

Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too.

The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write.

120% yes - pissedofsandwich

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Kissing Ace - karasunovolleygays

It happens right after training camp.

Akaashi Keiji has a secret he has guarded since he was a child. He won’t go so far as to call it a fear, but more of an aspect of himself of which he is horribly mortified. No one on the team knows about it, and Akaashi does his best to keep it that way.

But years of dodging hugs and casual contact come to naught in the blink of an eye and the swipe of a hand.

daisy rings and frivolous things (i am deliriously in love with you) - gabstar

Akaashi Keiji is in love. Bokuto Koutarou is a star. Everyone on Fukurodani has a gambling problem.

SakuAtsu

The MSBY Black Jackals Read Thirst Tweets - isaksara (syailendra)

Sakusa’s eyes are very dark naturally, sucking in all surrounding rays of light and crushing them in his pupils. For an athlete, he is rather pale. His lips look very pink in comparison. Atsumu is suddenly catastrophically aware that in this instance, ‘accent’ is a euphemism. “Good enough for your Olympic-size ego, Miya?”

(In which Atsumu realizes that he is attracted to Sakusa Kiyoomi in the most inconvenient way possible.)

A Liar’s Truth - internetpistol

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?

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #ships #kagehina #daisuga #asanoya #tsukkiyama #iwaoi #kuroken #bokuaka #kageyama #hinata #daichi #sugawara #asahi #nishinoya #tsukishima #yamaguchi #iwaizumi #oikawa #kuroo #kenma #bokuto #akaashi #sakuatsu #sakusa #atsumu

[nishiannoya]

ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴄʀᴜsʜ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ

ft. (Atsumu) (Kenma) (NOYA) (Suga) (Kita) (Tendou)

gn!reader x nishinoya yuu, language, alcohol, fluff (1k word count)

۞ a night out at the bar leads you to spill your childhood crush on your neighbor, who may be thinking about it a little too hard. 

(part 2)

"My first crush? Probably Noya-san when we were 8."

It's 9:43 on a Friday night at your local bar. You met up with the neighborhood kids you grew up with for some rounds of sake and pitchers of beer. Someone had brought their truth-or-dare Jenga set, and of course you just had to pull the "tell us about your first crush" block the ONE NIGHT he actually happened to be there. You're hardly embarrassed, it was just a cute kid thing, and even if you did still think he was attractive, the alcohol humming in your blood makes you feel at ease.

Everyone at the table turns to look at Nishinoya, who is trying to hide the light pink flush of his cheeks behind the 32 oz beer mug that seems ridiculously huge in his hands. 

"AGHHH! 8-year-old me was so stupid!" He anguishes as he slams down the mug and starts throwing apologies at you in a way that makes everyone laugh.

You wave your hands and laugh along too, continuing to lighten the mood until the next block is drawn and you quickly forget your silly truth because dear god somebody has to order another round of sake for the table.

It's 11:23 when you all decide it's time to go home, because though you're still in your 20s, you just can't stay out until 2:30 anymore like it's nothing. One by one your group reaches their homes or parent's home until it's just you and Noya left. He sings an English drinking song while you shush him between fits of giggles at an attempt to not wake the neighbors. You pass his house, but he insists on walking you to yours exactly 8 minutes away.

You reminisce about riding your bikes aimlessly around the town, playing detective with random garbage you’d find on the road, and you give him grief for the time he chased you down the street with a cicada. He laughs at the memory of you wheezing out screams and wipes the tears in his eyes. 

“I’m sorry, I probably liked you too. I was a really stupid kid,” he says with a wide grin that makes your heart feel warm, right as you reach your house.

Your mind goes blank for a moment, but whatever effect he has on you just makes you laugh.

"We were cute though," you say between chuckles. "Goodnight, Noya-san."

He bids you goodnight as well, and as you crawl into bed you realize that it might be another year before you see him again. He said he was headed to New Zealand next and you completely forgot to wish him safe travels. Quickly you text him that and also you hope to see him again sooner than later, passing out mere seconds after you hit the send button.

2:47 AM you wake up to your phone buzzing and the blueish glow of the screen lighting up is like a punch to your eyeballs. It's Noya calling. Maybe a butt dial from falling asleep with his phone in bed, or maybe he got in trouble in the 8 minutes it took to get from your house to his?? You pick up the call and try to sound awake just in case it's the police or the mafia holding him hostage.

"Hello? Noya-san?"

"You used to call me Yuu-kun," you hear his voice, completely normal on the other end. 

"Huh?" Is your reaction. Your head starts to hurt as your body wakes up some more. 

"When we were kids, all the way up to high school you used to call me Yuu-kun. You call me Noya-san now."

You groan as you sit up and look for a glass of water somewhere in your room. 

"It's almost 3 in the morning. Why are you calling me to tell me this?" You grumble as you realize you're gonna have to get up if you want water.

"I haven't gone home yet. I just kept walking after I dropped you off," he says and suddenly you're fully awake. 

You ask if everything is okay, knowing that something must be troubling him. 

"I can't stop thinking about how you said you liked me when we were kids - and you looked really nice tonight - I mean, you look really good always," he rambles and your heart squeezes at what he might be implying.

"Dammit, I want to see you again," he sighs and your body feels too warm. 

Your head starts to spin and you're not sure if it's his words or the alcohol settling poorly in your system. 

"When do you come back?" You ask as you stumble to your kitchen hoping to find a miracle sports drink or at least some cold water. 6 months you think. 6 months is definitely enough time to properly process Noya possibly liking you.

"No, I mean right now. I'm coming up to your block again," he says and you drop the cup of water you're pouring. 

"What?!" You whisper yell. "The sun rises in 2 hours, I'm in my pajamas, and I'm already getting a hangover," you hiss as you peer out the window to see if you can see him. 

"Just come out!" He demands.

You sigh and say 'fine' before hanging up. 

You quietly go through your front door and are hit the smell of the morning dew starting to form. The glow of the street lamps makes it almost feel like sunrise. Down to the left, you see his figure round the corner. As he gets closer, his skin is a little tired from the sleep deprivation, his hair succumbing to the humidity, but his eyes are alive and shining with something akin to hunger. You walk slowly from your door front even though your body is torn between running to him or hiding away. 

He stops just before the small fence gate at your walkway. Your heart beats erratically so that not even steady breaths can stabilize it. You gulp nervously under his soft yet unrelenting gaze. 

You manage to form a smile and the words that just might be the death of you, "Good morning, Yuu-kun."

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At first Akaashi thinks it must be a mistake. 

He stares hard at the email displayed on his laptop. He’s already read the message twice, but he’s having trouble believing that this isn’t all a dream. 

Blinking, he reads it one last time:

Akaashi Keiji, 

We are pleased to offer you the position of Writer and Co-Editor in our Literature and Creative Writing department. We believe you will be a valuable addition to our team and are excited to welcome you to the company. If you choose to accept the position, you will start Monday, April 25. HR will contact you with more information on the hiring process and your relocation to Osaka. Thank you, and we hope to hear back from you soon.

The signature of the company’s CEO follows. Akaashi scrolls up again, double checking that the email is definitely from him and not some online troll. 

“Oh my god,” he croaks, finally allowing himself to react. “Oh my god!” He sits up quickly, chair tipping backwards and crashing loudly to the floor. He sends a silent apology to his downstairs neighbors as he bolts to his bedroom in search of his phone. 

Bokuto picks up on the third ring. “Babe! I was just about to call you! You’ll never believe what Tsum-Tsum did…”

“Kou.” 

“He embarrassed himself in front of fans again!” Bokuto cackles. “One asked him if he could do a handstand, and—”

“Koutarou.” 

“—of course he immediately tried, but he fell! He’s fine, he’s not hurt, just his pride—“ 

“Bokuto-san!” Akaashi doesn’t use the formal address much anymore, only when he needs to get his boyfriend’s attention. It works. Bokuto immediately stops rambling. 

“Sorry, love," Akaashi lowers his voice. "It’s just… I have something to tell you.” The moment the news leaves Akaashi’s lips, he hears a loud sound on Bokuto’s end. Apparently he’d fallen out of his bed. 

 The man is suddenly breathing heavily, tripping over his words. “K-Keiji… So, um, does this mean, um, y-you’ll be moving down here?" 

Akaashi bites his lip. He grips his phone with shaky hands, desperately wishing he could see the look on the other man’s face. “Yes.” He swallows nervously. “I'll be there in less than three weeks.”

A few beats of silence pass and then, finally, Bokuto speaks. His voice is nervous and so, so small. 

“Do you… I mean, would you like to, um, live with me?” 

They had already talked about this. Many times, actually. The new job was a dream, for sure, but it also meant he could move to Osaka. Bokuto had renewed his contract with the Black Jackals indefinitely. It's perfect timing. 

They both know this. They’ve been together for so long. Moving in together has always been inevitable.

And yet, Bokuto still has the attentiveness to ask. To make sure Akaashi really wants it. To be certain he is addressing all of Akaashi’s needs and wants. 

He’s the sweetest human being in the entire world, Akaashi thinks. How lucky that he chose Akaashi to share his life.

“Of course, Koutarou.” He falls backwards onto his blankets. “You do too, right?” 

Bokuto lets out a delighted giggle; a strange noise from such a large man. “Totally! Oh wow, I’m so happy right now, Keiji! Like, I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy in my life!”

Akaashi doesn’t think he’s ever felt this giddy. Honestly, it’s almost embarrassing how he suddenly feels as dopey as he had in high school. “Yeah,” he breathes, turning his head into his pillow shyly. “Me too.” 

Moving isn’t easy. Bokuto is busy with the team and unable to make a special trip to Tokyo to help with loading. For such a small apartment, Akaashi has sure accumulated a lot of stuff. (Truthfully, most of it is books and coffee mugs.) 

A few friends do help out. Kuroo and Kenma, Yukie and Konoha show up with a moving van and help him form a strategy. And, best of all, one of Bokuto’s sisters offers to help him drive to Osaka. 

When they arrive at the apartment building, Bokuto is already waiting outside. Akaashi jumps out of the car and runs to his boyfriend, leaping into his arms, and the man spins him around till they’re both dizzy. 

Akaashi can’t help it. He pulls the other man into a firm kiss, not caring they are in broad daylight on a busy street. Bokuto eagerly reciprocates. 

“Okay lovebirds, that’s enough.” Bokuto’s sister sighs, smiling exasperatedly. “We’ve got a lot of work to do. You can make out all you want tonight. When I’m far, far away.” 

Hours later, all of Akaashi’s belongings have successfully been moved into Bokuto’s small one-bedroom flat. Bokuto’s sister has left for a hotel. They are finally alone. 

“I can’t believe it.” Bokuto grins, hands sliding up Akaashi’s back. Akaashi is currently straddling the other man on his couch, playing with his two-tone locks lazily. “You’re really here. For good this time!” 

Akaashi smiles. “I am.” 

For the first time ever, their lives are one. No more long distance. No more worrying about work schedules or other commitments getting in the way of seeing each other. No more sad goodbyes and counting down days to their next meeting. 

Now, they can come home to each other. Fall asleep and wake up side by side. Even if they other is away for a trip, they’ll always find their way back here. 

“I’m all in.” Bokuto’s voice is soft but firm. A serious expression settles on his features. “You know that, right Keiji? This is it for me. I… well, I want to spend my life with you. All of it—the good, the bad, everything! I’m all in!” 

Akaashi’s jaw drops slightly. He blinks, amazed at his boyfriend’s innate ability to speak his truth so openly, with his whole heart. It’s something Akaashi has always admired about him. 

“Kou,” he says, and he can’t help the tremble in his voice. He leans down, pressing their foreheads together, hoping the gesture will convey that yes, he feels the exact same way, he wants that too.

Bokuto and Akaashi have always been partners. From the first day they stood on a volleyball court together to when they first started dating. Through Akaashi time at university and stressful jobs, to Bokuto being scouted for his first professional team, multiple Olympics...

And now, finally, joining their lives. 

Akaashi can't wait to see what's next.

//

Happy BokuAka Day! Thanks everyone for continuing to support me despite my ongoing challenges. 🙏❤️ Work has taken over my life so much that I can't write as easily. But I hope this conveyed how much I still love this ship. 😊 Please, if you enjoyed, please comment and/or reblog!

#bokuaka #HAPPY BOKUAKA DAY #bokuaka day 2022 #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #my writing #drabble #fanfiction #haikyuu!!

[sugamamacustard]

Come see me

Pairing: Alpha! Tetsuro Kuroo X Omega! Reader

Genre: Minor Angst, but other than that, fluffy cuddle piles. 

Request: Hi kinda nervous to request this since I'm very shy but..Is it okay to request a scenario where omega reader is feeling very insecure and jealous after idk like some new person comes in the pack and everyone is paying attention to them and reader feels very neglected but keeps quiet, starts spending more time with their friends and avoids the pack and their alpha. And then the pack plus alpha notices and drags reader back, and reassures them, and the entire pack cuddles and hug reader. Kinda like angst to fluff. Could be any team and any alpha. Though I prefer kuroo and nekoma. Sorry if it's too long I've always wanted an imagine like this. You don't have to do it if you don't wanna tho! I was just asking :)Have a good day💜

Summary:  Being a manager for Nekoma was a thankless job, but one you were proud to do. You were surrounded by alphas who wanted what was best for you and in turn, you wanted what was best for them. However, sometimes what’s best for them...may not be best for you or your omega.

Warnings: Jealous omega! reader, reader almost goes into an omega depression, small angst,

Author’s Note: No need to be shy, darling! This is my first request for this blog so I’m super excited to write this and to fulfill my first request.!

Requests: Open!

Tetsuro Kuroo

➵ Originally, the idea of another manager for the Nekoma team excited you.

➵ You were really pumped to have an extra set of hands on board to help keep scores, or pick up balls, or put up and take down nets. 

➵ To have someone else to joke and laugh with on the sidelines while Yaku was yelling at Lev, or to assist you in prying Kenma’s switch from his hands so he can eat.

➵ Having another manager seemed like such a good idea. A new friend for the pack. 

➵ Until it wasn’t. 

➵ Ichika was a kind and sweet girl in class 2-B (You were in 2-D), and originally you and her got along well.

➵ Your omega didn’t outright hate her, more of an indifference, and your personalities melded well together.

➵ And from what you’ve heard from her friends, she talked about the boys on the volleyball team a lot.

➵ So you figured she would be a good fit. 

➵ However, you weren’t certain on it anymore.

➵ Maybe she was too good of a fit. 

➵ ‘You’re being silly’ You told yourself. 

➵ ‘She’s getting to know the team, that’s all’ You practically chanted in your head like a mantra.

➵ ‘She’s honing in on our pack. Our alpha.’ Your omega sneered, padding in a circle before flopping down, growling lowly.  You tried reminding her that Kuroo was nothing more than a captain. 

➵ An attractive captain who who you found yourself finding every opportunity in the book to talk too. But that was fine print. 

➵ He was not your alpha. He was the commanding alpha of the volleyball team, but not yours. 

➵ And maybe that was what hurt most. Knowing you had Zero claim on anyone in the pack, therefore you had no right to demand the attention.

➵ They gave their attention to who they wanted. 

➵ Even if nowadays, it seemed to be Ichika more and more often then not. 

➵ It hurt, when you both would be sitting on the sidelines and Inuoka would brush right past you to chat with Ichika.

➵ Or when you both would be passing out towels and water bottles and they only thanked her. 

➵ It began hurting to the point you had to bite down whines or whimpers. Your omega was upset, therefore you were even more upset. But they seemed happy,

➵ Who were you to ruin that? 

➵ Just because you saw them as pack, doesn’t mean they saw you in the same light. 

➵ You tried pushing away that god awful thought, but it was planted and nothing was moving it. 

➵ And whether you noticed it or not, you were acting on that thought.

➵ You didn’t stay after practice for anyone, instead cleaning up quickly and efficiently while the boys were in the change room. 

➵ Leaving behind your notes for that day’s practice along with the gym keys right in front of the door. 

➵ You didn’t wait for anyone and took a different way home so no-one would try to walk with you.

➵ You needed to separate from them, even if it hurt. Even if you cried on the way home. Even if you stayed in your nest from the minute you got home to the minute you had to leave for school the next day.

➵ Even if your meals got smaller and smaller. 

➵ You never sat with the team anymore, Ichika taking your spot like she belonged there. 

➵ Instead you sat with a group of friends from your class. They never asked any questions, which you were thankful for. 

➵ You began wearing scent blocking patches to hide your scent, hide the sour note that almost always accompanied it. 

➵ You just...tried to disappear. You still fulfilled your manager duties as you always did, but never more. 

➵ Never gave words of encouragement. No pointers on how to improve. No jokes on Lev’s behalf. No nothing. 

➵ And holy shit, that Irked Kuroo. 

➵ He was always so excited for practices at the end of the day because that was when he would get to show off in front of you. 

➵ Prove he was a strong alpha. 

➵ He would admit, he liked you...A lot. He was even working on a future courting gift (It was a bracelet with intricate beading that looked almost like a cuff) but was having a few difficulties so couldn’t gift it to you yet.

➵ However, you were pulling away. 

➵ Away from him. Away from the pack. Just away. 

➵ You barely even glanced their way anymore.

➵ During practice, you just sat there, completed homework, then took notes. He never saw you after that.

➵ He tried to pack up as fast as he possibly could at the end of practice but was always late. You were always, without fail, gone. No trace of you ever being there except the notes you left in your wake with the keys. 

➵ His alpha kept barking at him to stop you. To come up with any excuse to keep you here long enough for him to walk you home in the very least. But you were always gone.

➵ He tried everything, but you seemed one step ahead of him. 

➵ His alpha blamed Ichika. Ever since she showed up you began pulling away.

➵ Were you jealous? Were you angry with them for trying to keep her away?

➵ They only put up with her because it was obvious you didn’t like her. So they tried keeping her away. 

➵ Was that backfiring on them? 

➵ Kuroo didn’t even know why there was another manager. You were perfect for them. Like a puzzle piece. Their personal cheerleader. 

➵ Maybe school was piling on you?

➵ No. You always went to him for help.

➵ Maybe the duties were too much?

➵ No because you were still doing them all.

➵ Come to think of it, what was Ichika even doing? 

➵ She did nothing except fawn over them and purr over their skills, which was nice for the ego boost at first, but soon just got annoying when she tried scenting them.

➵ It seemed she was fixated on him especially, trying to rub her neck all over him only for him to push her off with a growl. He had only scented two people in his life. 

➵ Kenma, because he needed the practice, and you, which was why he practiced. 

➵ And he planned to keep it that way. 

➵ But you were still staying away. So he scented no one. 

➵ The final straw was a Friday practice. 

➵ You were sitting a ways a way in the corner, doing your work with your jacket wrapped in front of you like a boundary. 

➵ His heart hurt at the thought of you feeling the need to recluse yourself like this.

➵ He made a motion to Kenma, his co-commanding alpha, who nodded before making his way to you. 

➵ As he should’ve predicted, Ichika intercepted him. She tried to hug him, but he dodged, side stepping and trying to get to you, but she persisted.

➵ “Why don’t you give me the same attention you give her, huh? Rumor has it she’s been bordering on dropping for days, nothing but attention seeking in my humble opinion.”

➵   He paused in his efforts, looking down to her once more.

➵ “I’m sorry?” 

➵ Ichika rolled her eyes. “It’s been all over school. Surprised you haven’t heard. She skips lunch more often than not, nowadays. People have even started bets as to when she finally drops. Real shame though. Gonna miss having someone else do all the work.”

➵ You were missing lunches. Lunches were meals he could guarantee you ate, and you suddenly weren’t doing so anymore. He was failing you.

➵ You were dropping right under their noses and as your pack they were watching it happen. 

➵ As your head alpha, and hopefully future alpha, he was watching you drift away and ultimately fade from him.

➵ He was watching this happen?!

➵ What part of this was okay?! None of it. 

➵ He was loosing you. Hell, if he hadn’t lost you already. 

➵ No. You were here, at school, He still had time. He still had a chance. He still had- his jacket and bento. 

➵  Turning tail, the alpha made his way to his bag, digging out the bento (Come to think of it, he hadn’t been eating much since this whole debacle started anyway) and grabbing his jacket before making his way to you once more.

➵ He didn’t pay any mind to Ichika, this time fully shoving past her to get to you. 

➵ You looked up to him skeptically, watching as the alpha, the head alpha, bent to lay on his knees, slowly putting the bento on his jacket and sliding it in front of you. 

➵ Your heart and mind were going a mile a minute as you watched the commanding fucking alpha of the pack, bow to you. Ask for your permission to get close to you. 

➵ What-

➵ “Hi?”

➵ Kuroo said nothing in return, only lowering his chin to the ground, looking up to you. Almost waiting for you to allow him closer. 

➵ When you said nothing he motioned towards the bento with a nod of his head. He was almost like a pup with how minimal his actions were. 

➵ When you slowly took the bento, he raised in time with the box, watching you open it. when you popped a small bit of rice into your mouth. He purred loudly, slowly inching closer. He laid his jacket over yours, adding another layer to your barrier, which you slowly moved to allow him in. 

➵ He crawled into your space, slowly moving your books and bag to nuzzle into your neck. You allowed him to, eating more rice-- which seemed to appease him. 

➵ One by one, more of the teammates came by, offering their jackets to your now makeshift nest, joining in on the cuddle pile. 

➵ All but Ichika, who seemed to angrily stomp about while cleaning up the few stray volleyballs. 

➵ But you didn’t really care about her at this point. 

➵ Your omega was at peace, especially with the alpha you’ve been pinning after purring into your neck, scenting you and pressing small kisses to your neck.

➵ This was your pack. Your home.

➵ And they wouldn’t let you fall behind. 

#a/b/o haikyuu #alpha/beta/omega AU #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #alpha/beta/omega verse #alpha/beta/omega #alpha kuroo #alpha kuroo tetsuro #alpha kuroo x omega reader #alpha kuroo tetsuro x omega reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo x y/n #kuroo tetsuro x reader #omega reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu #custard writes

[adoringhaikyuu]

their s/o gets a lip ring

characters: kageyama + kenma + kuroo + tsukki + (gn!reader)

request: hi omg ur writing is literally god tier,, can I request suggestive/nsfw hcs with kenma, kuroo, kageyama, and tsukki with a s/o w a lip ring 👀 like their reactions and them just being like generally obsessed w it mayb a lil flustered 🖤 ty ily • by @simp-alert

warnings: a bit of suggestive tings

notes: i did their initial reactions  <3 i’m not too sure about lip ring “etiquette” tho so some things may be wrong skjdfghs 

kageyama:

his eyes would widen as soon as he notices your lip ring

it’s the first thing he notices when he sees you, since his eyes always drift to your lips 

(he likes them a lot)

you’d walk up to him and smile and he’d just stare at your lips, mouth open for a few seconds before he remembers how to speak 

“you––” he gestured to his lips, eyes still staring, unblinking. “you got––that’s new.” 

you laughed and his eyes finally trailed up to yours. “yeah i did.” you tilted your head up so he could see more clearly, “do you like it?” 

he nodded immediately, his hand making it’s way towards your face before he paused, eyes wide. “can i––”

you smiled, “yeah.” 

gently, his hand came up to rest on your cheek and his thumb passed over your lip every so slightly, you could barely feel it. “does it hurt?” he practically whispered and you shook your head. 

“well a little.” he pulled away immediately in fear of hurting you and you grabbed his hand to reassure him. “but as long as i don’t pull on it or move it really, it’s fine.” 

he nodded, interlocking his fingers with yours. “so i should wait for it to heal before kissing you then...” he was staring at the ring intently, seemingly fighting his urge to press his lips against yours the way he wanted to. he wanted to know what it felt like against his lips, his tongue, along with other parts of his body...

you nodded, “since i got it a few hours ago, it’s still sensitive.” 

he swallowed and nodded too, tearing his eyes away from your lips to help himself calm down. “okay.” 

taking note of his reaction, you smirked to yourself, “don’t worry tobi, soon enough you’ll be able to kiss me.” you put a hand on his cheek and pulled him close so that your lips were almost grazing, “and you’ll be able to feel my lips all over you too.” 

he pulled away and cleared his throat, subtly tugging his pants.

it was going to be really hard for him to control himself, especially if you kept being a tease like this. 

kenma:

you’d gotten it on a whim one day literally before stopping by kenma’s house since you’d been thinking about getting it for a while and you got the courage to do it randomly

he knew you wanted to get one but you didn’t tell him or anyone that you were actually getting it

when you got to his house, you opened the door with the key he’d given you so he didn’t see you until you walked into his room

at first he didn’t notice it cause he was playing a game and he only briefly glanced at you

but you could tell when he realized because he stiffened and his eyes widened and you could sense that his focus wasn’t completely on the game anymore

you were about to sit on the bed when kenma turned around in his desk chair to look at you, eyes observing your face as they widened slightly. “you got it.” 

you nodded, an excited smile spreading on your face as he smiled back. 

he opened his arms signaling for you to come and sit on him and you did just that, wrapping your arms around his neck as you looked down at him. “did it hurt?” 

you tilted your head from side to side, “not too bad.” 

he nodded, his eyes locked in on the jewelry as he licked his lips, seemingly deep in thought. he shuffled under you a bit, his hands finding their way under your sweatshirt to grip your waist and you smirked. 

“you really like it, don’t you?”

his eyes widened slightly and a light blush appeared on his cheeks before he blinked and tried to act casual. he looked down for a moment, “i mean...it looks really good on you.” he looked back into your eyes and now it was your turn to be flustered, the glint in his irises making your heart flutter. he put a hand on your cheek and stroked it gently with his thumb, “and i can’t help but think about how it’ll feel when you’re putting that mouth to good use.” 

when he noticed how speechless you’d become he smirked to himself and turned back around to face his computer, pulling you closer with one arm and kissing your cheek gently. “you’re cute.” 

kuroo:

kuroo was very persistent and insisted on going with you to get your piercing done

“come on kitten, you think i’m gonna let you go alone?”

so there’s that

he held your hand while you were getting it done, cracking jokes and kissing your cheek before moving to the side so the piercer could have space to work

his eyes never left your face and he squeezed your hand in reassurance, kissing the back of it when you flinched from the pain

of course, he paid as well before you could even get your wallet out 

by the time you got home, you lasted about two minutes before you were lying down on the bed, kuroo hovering above you

you looked up at him curiously and noticed his eyes were focused on the lip ring, a smirk on his face. “you know getting that was probably one of your best ideas, kitten.” he practically purred to you and you felt a familiar heat spread through your body.

you blinked up at him, your voice small. “yeah?” 

he nodded, “yeah. you have no idea what it’s doing to me.” he grinded onto you and you gasped softly at the feeling of his bulge, he really wasn’t exaggerating.

“i think i have some idea,” you said softly and he looked into your eyes, his smirk widening.

he leaned in so that his lips were grazing yours, before swerving his head to the side subtly to whisper in your ear. “i know you’re still sensitive, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun, right?”

he kissed your cheek and slid down your body, his hands trailing up to the waistband of your pants. “your mouth may be off limits...but mine isn’t.” 

tsukishima:

you didn’t tell tsukki you were getting your lip pierced cause you wanted it to be a surprise

he didn’t react to things outwardly often 

but you wanted to see if this would get you a reaction to remember

you were hanging out with him at your place and you were anxious for him to arrive

when he got there, he came in (since u left the door unlocked for him) and said hi as he went to the kitchen to put the food he got for you two down on the counter

you were sitting on the couch so he couldn’t really see you too clearly 

it’s only when you made your way to the kitchen that he noticed

he raised a brow, “you coming to eat or what? i didn’t buy all this for it to just sit here.” his voice was serious but you could hear the humor and sarcasm hidden in his tone––it was his love language. 

you laughed and got up, “i’m coming, i’m coming––” 

you leaned up to kiss him on the cheek, well, really tap him lightly with your cheek since your lip was just pierced earlier and his brows furrowed immediately. 

he turned to you, but you were pretending to focus on the containers of food you were opening. “what was––” he paused, his mouth suddenly dry and you hid your smile as you looked up at him, seemingly oblivious. 

“what’s wrong?” 

his eyes were wide and his lips were parted but he said nothing for a few seconds. “uh––” he pushed his glasses up. “you didn’t tell me you were getting that.” 

you smiled, “surprise.” 

his face shifted back to its neutral state but you could tell he was still processing things. 

you blinked up at him innocently, “so what do you think?”

he noticed the teasing tone in your voice and the glint in your eyes and suddenly his eyes seemed a little more mischievous.

“i’m thinking that i can’t wait until it heals.” 

you tilted your head in confusion, “why?”

he smirked and leaned down to look you directly in the eyes before trailing his gaze down to your lips and back up, “i’m sure you can figure it out.”  

#kageyama #kageyama x reader #kageyama smut #kageyama headcanon #kageyama hc #kenma #kenma x reader #kenma smut #kenma fluff #kenma headcanon #kuroo #kuroo x reader #kuroo smut #kuroo headcanon #kuroo hc #tsukishima #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima headcanon #tsukishima hc #tsukishima smut

[skiyoosmi]

post-break up heartaches

verse 1. in the car that used to drive us to our home

⤷ kuroo tetsurou, oikawa tooru — more characters coming soon

⤷ verse 2 | verse 3

⤷ play. never let me go by ghostly kisses, forget about us by clinton kane

commissions: open

⇢ KUROO sighs for the umpteenth time of the day. he was so fucking exhausted and his body's about to give in to sleep any moment now. work has been beating his ass; there was this newbie who kept on messing up the documents needed by the board and for the whole day, he had to be the one to fix said issues. it's not like he wasn't paid enough for that; if anything, his paycheck was one of the most beautiful things he laid his eyes on— but god, even his body has its own limits and yet...

"ya.... yer not supposed to do this anymore. y-ya left me, remember?" you slurred, index finger pointing right at his chest as he circled his arms around your waist, huffing as you practically dropped all your weight on him. here he was, suddenly given the task of having to take you home after your supposed-to-be designated driver, miya fucking atsumu, also drank his brains out with you.

"be patient. still heartbroken because of you, y'know?" kenma softly tells him despite the tipsy feeling lurking in the back of his mind, shaking his head as he looked at you, whose system finally shut down and were now dozing off in the black haired man's arms.

"..... still?" he mumbles, looking down at your figure and he feels his heart contract with pain all over again.

"you can't expect her to be fine immediately, kuroo. it was your wedding day, supposed to be the greatest day of her life and yet it became the worst one... you left her at the altar alone."

he didn't reply anything— or rather, he was unable to. because what can he say to refute the truth? nothing. instead, he proceeded to his car with you still in his hold. he places you on the passenger seat, locking the seatbelts before jogging to the driver's side.

the car ride was calm as you slept soundly with your head occasionally hitting the window lightly as it swayed from side to side. he was sure as hell that if you were sober right now, you wouldn't even have the thought of seeing him cross your mind. he just knows for sure that you despise him with your whole being... at least, that's what he thought until...

"i'm sorry, tetsu. please come back," you whimper in your seat, voice quiet but he heard it nonetheless, "tell me what i did wrong so i can fix it."

the pitiful sounds and mumbles you made struck kuroo right in the heart and which makes him pull over an empty but safe road, just a block away from your (previously shared) apartment. looking over your form, he finds himself reaching out to touch your face, caressing your cheeks as drops of tears fell down slowly on them, "you didn't do anything wrong. you were fine. you were so perfect."

you squint your eyes at him, probably wondering if this was real or just a part of your drunken imagination. nonetheless, you hiccuped, "y-you... you left me and i... i still can't even bring myself to hate you... i just wanna ask you why? i just want to understand."

he thought he also knew the reason why but every single time he thinks about it, he's only led to one conclusion: because he was a coward. no way was this any of your fault— it's definitely not your fault that right at that moment, as he stared at the mirror, wearing the black suit you chose for him, the sudden fear of commitment loomed over him. it's not like it was your fault he suddenly got scared of losing you the way his parents lost each other. but now he thinks it's ironic, because he lost you anyway.

maybe... just maybe, if he had just met you where you stood at the altar, instead of leaving you alone in it, maybe he would've been happier. maybe his days would've started more with a smile from you as you helped him fix his necktie before going to work. maybe, the working hours he spends in the shitty corporate world would've been more worth it if it meant he can come home to you at the end of the day. maybe... maybe he wouldn't have to be stuck with this lump in his throat as he wonders what could've been happening if he just chose to show up and vowed his life to you.

but he didn't.

"i realized i wasn't just ready to tie my life with anyone yet. that's all there is to it, yn."

so with a heavy feeling stuck in his chest and a quiet promise to never see you again for the sake of not hurting you further, he starts the car's engine again, ignoring the words you replied but he was sure they will haunt him for a very long time... again.

i can wait for you no matter how long it takes, tetsu, you know that.

⇢ OIKAWA gives you what seems like a guilty smile as he stands in front of you, opening his arms and gesturing you to come closer. but the stoic expression on your face takes him back to the reality that the last thing you wanted to do today was to actually fetch him from the airport. it just so happens that his three best friends were caught up with work that they had no choice but to send you, the main ex-bestfriend slash ex-girlfriend, to him.

why did you agree when you practically loathe him with your whole being? well, it was probably because you weren't the devil who would reject your friends when they were literally on their knees as they begged you and for some reason, you thought he'll look pitiful going back to his home country after five years with no one to welcome him. yeah, that's it. it's not like you're still in love with him or anything.

"my car's just around the corner," you begrudgingly walk towards the car park with him quietly following. at the moment, he knew better than to get on your nerves or else there would be war. he hates that this happened to the both of you but he can't blame anyone else but himself. because who wouldn't hate their ex-boyfriend if they suddenly broke up with them over a phone call?

tension filled the car as you both sat beside each other. perhaps, this was what other people were talking about when they say that it's impossible for exes to be friends again, to not feel any awkwardness because you were sure as hell that the word "awkward" was an understatement of your situation right now. nevertheless, your eyes couldn't help but wander to his figure as he adjusted his body, opting for a more comfortable position in the passenger's seat.

he looked more youthful and you felt bittersweet— proud that his whole aura screams of "success" which meant that gone were the days where he longed to get that winter cup trophy, nor the times when he overworked himself and put a strain on his knee which led to countless arguments with you. if anything, he looked happier and it sucks because you're not even close to feeling that way... not without him.

"i heard you've finally gotten yourself your own condominium? that's great, yn!" he exclaimed as soon as you began driving to your destination, a hope lit within him that maybe you might just respond to him. just one smile, that's all i need, he thinks.

but you remain focused on your driving, choosing to reply with a single nod and a soft "yeah..."

disappointment fills his heart as he faces the truth that your relationship has really been ruined, along with your friendship. all because he was foolish to think that he couldn't handle the physical distance between you two. realization dawns upon him that he just made that same distance worse as you pull your heart further away from him.

"... i actually bought it for the two of us, you know?" he whips his head to your direction in surprise, heart clenching as he watch you let out a sad chuckle, "i just... i thought it would be nice if we had a place to permanently stay at and for you to have a home to go to when you're at japan. but yeah... i guess things doesn't go our way sometimes, does it?"

"i'm sor—"

"it's okay. i'm fine now," you quickly reply, shaking your head but keeping your eyes on the road. he tries to ignore the tears that start to form in them because he has no right to stop them, knowing full well that he was the one who caused them in the first place.

as if on cue, you halt your vehicle in front of a familiar apartment and much to your dismay, you find yourself looking back in the past when you used to live in that same place, making wonderful memories with the chocolate haired lad with you. you clear your throat to stop the sob that desperately attempts to escape your throat, "uhm... we're here."

"oh, yeah. we're here," he numbly states, already missing you despite the mere inches of space separating the two of you. you just felt so far away and he hates it. but this was the path he chose so he gets out of your car along with his things, turning to you once more, "uhh... thanks for the ride, yn. i know you probably hate me but yeah... it's very nice of you to put that past us and i guess i just want to say sorry for hurting you... i just..."

"i don't hate you, tooru," you softly tell him, "i just don't want anything to do with you anymore. to see you this happy, without me, is like a slap in the face because i'm not. it still hurts and i'm not fine. i just hope this will be the last time we'll see each other. be safe on your trip back to argentina. welcome home."

and with that, you start the car's engine again, no longer having the energy nor the strength to hear his reply. but he wishes you did because as he watches your car drive further away from him, he can't help but wish that he can take back time so that you don't have to go to that condominium and instead, go inside the home you once shared with him.

but i'm not happy, yn. because how could i call this place my home when you're not here with me?

at that moment, unbeknownst to the two hearts that long for each other break at the same time, you finally let out the tears and cries that you've been keeping since you saw him, knowing that no matter how much you try, you'll never be as happy as you were with him— simply because he left you with a hole in your heart that no one else can fill.

© SKIYOOSMI, 2021. reposting, translating, editing, copying and any kind of plagiarism are strictly prohibited, thank you.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #kuroo x reader #oikawa x reader #kuroo headcanons #oikawa headcanons #haikyuu writings #haikyuu angst #kuroo tetsurou #oikawa tooru #haikyuu imagines #post break-up heartaches

[cloudytamaki]

hq & when you slap their rear

warnings: ass-slapping, farts, mildly suggestive viv’s notes: tbh i’d get so confused if someone slapped my nonexistent rear. i guess it’s different when you’re slapping a man’s cake. if i get any flattykawa notifications i’ll beat your ass and that’s a goddamn promise.

kenma • PLS. you’re both sitting on the bed, you’re on your phone against the headboard while he’s on his stomach playing a game. your eyes trace his body and relaxed stature; a soft smile graces your lips before a mischievous urge comes over you. so you place your phone down and bring your palm down on his bottom. he flinches, jerking forward, device flying out of his hands — that’s not the only thing that flies. your nostrils are met with a popcorn-like smell and you gag, twisting away from him in horror. his cheeks are now pink in embarrassment as he crawls off the bed to retrieve his game.

akaashi • and of course you decide to do this while you’re in the library. so he’s sorting through some exciting novels in the corner with you when you feel kind of bored so you decide to pull some kind of prank on him. he’s literally been picking through books for the past 20 minutes without giving you a single look. and that was fine until you realized your favorite series was off the shelves so there wasn’t anything to look at. you bring your hand back and smack his ass, causing him to jerk forward in surprise. he turns around with wide blue eyes while you cross your hands over your chest with a smirk.

suna • i swear to god this man. he has some sort of super sense?? whenever you try to slap his rear he literally twists away from you so fast or grabs your wrist with a glare if you’re in public. if you ever manage to land a smack he’ll do the same thing to you but harder. so he’s adjusting the blinds when you tiptoe over to him, reeling your hand back as you get ready to run. as soon as your hand hits his ass you’re off running, trying not to slip on the hardwood floor with your socks. he lets it go but makes it up to you the next day... ouch.

oikawa • he’s organizing the medicine cabinet and placing the deodorant on its own little ledge when you walk over to him, giving him a hug from behind. “what’re you doing, baby?” “organizing! almost done.” you smile a little at his enthusiasm before placing a kiss on his cheek and starting to walk away. but before you actually leave, you slap his ass, and you hear him yelp in pain as well as a thud. you turn around to see this dude rubbing his reddening forehead; when you slapped him, his head deadass went into the shelf. “i’ll get you back, y/n-chan!” suddenly organizing doesn’t matter anymore and he’s running after you, ready to tackle your ass into bed.

#kenma x reader #kenma x you #kenma headcanons #kenma imagines #akaashi x reader #akaashi x you #akaashi headcanons #akaashi imagines #suna x reader #suna x you #suna headcanons #suna imagines #oikawa x reader #oikawa x you #oikawa headcanons #oikawa imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu crack

[lovelysugawara]

Haikyuu Boys; a kiss on the nape

A/N: haikyuu!! boys, y/n kissing their nape. idk i just love imagining them with y/n. enjoy ^^

Pairings: Osamu, Atsumu, Suna, Bokuto, Akaashi, Kuroo, Kenma, Tsukishima x reader

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Osamu

-you both are enjoying the afternoon sun while resting at the bench somewhere in the city.

You are both tired of walking because it’s an enjoyable date.

-osamu’s been busy telling you stuff about his restaurant and you’re so happy hearing his voice. It’s been weeks since you last dated, and you really miss him.

-as he continues to tell you stories, you can’t help but suddenly close the gap between you two and grab his right shoulder and kiss his pretty nape.

-and when you look at him, he’s totally blushing and holding his nape.

-“Oh you did that on purpose.” he said and he suddenly grabs you for a formal kiss.

-

Atsumu

-it’s his rest day, and you two planned to have some movie date at his own apartment.

-you sitting on the couch and him sitting on the floor and between your legs. You like caressing his grown hair and he seems to enjoy it too.

-he’s wearing a thin white shirt, and it’s really kind of sexy because it’s also fit and you can easily see his toned body. XD

-but what you really like is his nape. You always have this urge to just bite or kiss it. And now that he’s so focused on the movie, you already got the chance.

-you bow a little and then kiss his nape.

-you really enjoy his reactions. Atsumu suddenly stands up, and touches his nape, he looks at you blushing and still shocked.

-”Y/n, you know i’m actually trying so hard not to be so aggressive, but because you did this, i have to make you pay.” he said, with so much hunger in his eyes.

-he suddenly carries you to his bedroom while deeply kissing you.

-

Suna

-sleeping together is actually one of your intimate times together with suna.

-hugging each other, kissing from time to time, hearing each other's heartbeats are your happy place.

-suna can sleep longer than anyone which means you actually wake up earlier because you’re already famished.

-looking at your boyfriend, you know he will soon wake up.

-”hey, why aren't you hugging me? I want my personal pillow babe.” he said while he’s a bit sleepy. “I can’t babe, I had to do our dinner. I'm hungry.” ous said despite the fact you wanted to sleep more with him.

-he looks at you with a serious face of rejection, “whatever,” he said and he turns his back from you and he hugs a pillow instead.

-you laugh a little knowing he’s a bit pissed and still sleepy. Just how much time does he need to complete his sleep? Then your attention goes to his exposed nape.

-as payment for him being snobby, you dive in and kiss his nape. Knowing he’s a bit ticklish on that part, you enjoyed seeing him blush as he looks back at you.

-”you are seriously in trouble babe.” he said and then he pulled you back to him. Enjoying the rest of the evening with lots of sweet things with him.

-

Bokuto

-while you prepare your dinner, bokuto is busy watching some volleyball matches in the living room. This has been his hobby for quite a long time while waiting for dinner.

-today is one of the MYSB team’s so-called day off, and the two of you had an interesting whole day to date and be with each other.

-you watch him as he enjoys watching a match and he is so engrossed in it and you felt a bit jealous. You wanted to have an intimate time with him but he’s “busy”. While being jealous you can see his wide back and that sexy nape he has while he wears a simple blue fitted shirt. God, he’s so sexy.

-you can’t resist it, and you walk towards him and pretend to just pat his hair. He automatically holds your hands and makes you hug him from behind. You struggle a little to continue your plan, until you manage you kiss his nape, sending little electricity into his body.

-he suddenly looked back, and you can see his blushing face. “y/n, what are you doing?” he said. He stands up and you know he’s not interested in watching anymore.

-you laugh as he hugs you from behind too, and starts kissing your nape too. Your laugh turns into little moans as he didn’t stop those erotic kisses.

-

Akaashi

-you are currently studying with akaashi at his house for the upcoming midterms. Going inside his room actually makes you a bit nervous, but you know this is akaashi. He won't do anything weird.

-looking at this man, you feel so lucky to have him as your boyfriend. He’s actually more beautiful than you (than us lmao).

-”are you bored, princess?” he noticed that you’re already daydreaming and not studying. You just pout, “this problem is so hard, I can't continue.” you stand up and go to his side to show your note.

-akasshi’s already looking at your notes, “ah, this one. I’ll show you how. Listen, you should exchange this into this one and find the value of this number…” as he continues explaining the problem to you, your attention is actually drawn to his nape. You remember that he was actually a bit ticklish on that part. And you as a naughty one, you think about doing something to try teasing him.

-a few seconds and your lips are already touching his nape. Akaashi shudders a little bit, and he automatically touches his nape after you kiss him.

-”Y/a, that is a dangerous move! I need to be patient until we graduate, or I can't stop myself.” he said while blushing.

-and you can’t help yourself but giggle at the fact he felt embarrassed saying those words.

-

Kuroo

-you two are quietly sitting on the couch one night and talking random things and all stuff that happens the whole day.

-kuroo tells you things while his head rests on your chest, somehow he likes hearing your heartbeat. And you enjoy it too.

-then suddenly, his phone rings and he has to sit up to answer his call. While he is still on the phone, you can’t help but admire his physique. And you really love his nape, it’s really beautiful and sexy. Since he’s busy, you wanted to tease him a little.

-hugging him from behind which shocked him, you then place your lips on his nape and kiss it. He froze a little, you enjoy his reaction, and you even lick his nape for the final act. He then chuckled a little

-” talk to you later, i have a very naughty cat here, and i have to punish it. Bye.” as he pressed the end button he looked at you, with eyes filled with desire.

-”you naughty kitty.” After he said that, he attacked you with the sweetest and wild kiss ever.

-

Kenma

-You two fight this morning and he chooses to ignore you.

-tired from his stream since this morning, he slipped to your shared bed that night and then hugs you. You can’t help but forgive him, because he’s so cute the way he apologizes now.

-”tired?” you asked him. “Yeah, and i’m sorry for neglecting you on your rest day.” you smiled as you hugged him back. “Yeah, it’s okay. We can have another day off next week.”

-he looks at you, and you know he’s tired and hungry. “Let me reheat the food. You haven’t had your dinner.” you sit up as you get your jacket.

-when suddenly, kenma hugs you from behind and plants kisses on your nape. When you start to moan a little, he then kisses your ear and says “actually, i’m not hungry for food, y/n.”

-and guess who didn’t have dinner tonight. XD

-

Tsukishima

-he’s looking at the thermometer and then he looks at you while you are in bed, comforters all over you. “Guess who's the idiot getting a fever in summer?” he then smirked. “Hey, i don’t have a fever, i’m just tired.” You said as he was getting some medicines on the medicine box.

-”yeah right, you’re just tired.” he laughs. “Guess i’ll be staying for today, hmm?” and you couldn’t be happier hearing that. “What about work?” you said. He looks at you and smirks, “i can’t let an idiot like you struggle while having a fever.” you blushed and pout at the same time. “I’m not an idiot.” you said looking away.”

-and true to his words, tsukishima didn’t go to work but stays with you. That afternoon, as you wake up, he’s reading a book sitting on the floor beside your bed. You already felt better after your rest.

-when you suddenly felt the urge to kiss him on his nape which he didn’t complain about. Giving you more access and you pulled him back to bed. He’s now laying beside you.

-”i didn’t know fever will make you this daring, y/n. I hope you know what you’re doing.” he said and he then kisses you.

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu to the top #haikyu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fanfiction #osamu x reader #miya osamu #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #suna x reader #suna rintarō #haikyuu x y/n #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutaro #akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou #kenma x reader #kenma kozume #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei

[deluluass]

Then, the dam breaks.

Content warnings: rape/noncon; nsfw; dacryphilia; mild infantilization

Kuroo's not a bad person. 

Not even by a long shot. "Bad" is willfully stretching out a leg, hidden like a predator among the bushes; hungry for an unknowing soul who's naively secured with their surroundings and the crack that resounds when face finally meets floor.

Or, murder! Murder is bad, he believes.  

No, Kuroo isn't capable of any of those things. He might seem like he has a mean streak about him. What, with his sharp tongue and that incorrigible self-satisfied smirk (according to Yaku) and his words that may or may not sting like a backhanded slap sometimes. But that's all in good humor. 

Well-deserved, too, when given to the right asshole. And if he does manage to get under the skin of the wrong person, Kuroo's not above offering an apology. 

And he means it. (Occasionally.)

There's no pleasure to be had, if anyone would ask. Because, again , he's not a bad guy. He's sly: he knows that much, though he wouldn't taunt someone into visible pain just for the thrill of it.

There's a method to all this. A purpose. Not a profound one, but a reason all the same. 

So he has to admit he's feeling kinda lost figuring out why, of all people, it just really had to be you. 

There wasn't much of an option to begin with.

Art clubs had already been full. The other ones, you weren't much interested in. And by the time you realized your homeroom teacher would stop at nothing to remind you that this year was your last chance to do something other than study and prepare for exams, for once— well, it had already been too late to reconsider joining those.

Then a flyer was handed out to you.

"V-volley," the boy trailed off. 

Try as you might but you couldn't recognize him. A feat, that, considering his blond mohawk that you could spot among a crowd of thousands. 

He seemed like he'd caught a nasty spell that prevented him from meeting anyone's eyes, even as you deliberately searched his face for any sign that he'd explain himself to you. Surely, he must have a lot to say after he'd outright ambushed you from entering the cafeteria. 

"You...want me to join?" 

You were on the verge of asking for more details, focusing on the black cat (though it didn't look like it) drawn on the center of the curiously damp paper, only to find out that you'd been conversing with an empty hallway. 

A soft grumble left you. 

"Weird," you concluded, barely a whisper. "Weird, weird, weird ."

You were the volleyball team's manager since then. 

"She's not much of a talker."

Lev hunched to his knees again, sounding very much like he's running out of breath.

It should've been Kuroo's cue to gently ( gently) tell him off, that Nekoma's ace would handle a minute of catching a ball with their face with much more tenacity than he does, or that Nekoma's ace shouldn't have to catch the ball with their face in the first place, period.

" Zoning out already, Ace? " he'd planned on jeering, but instead he followed the direction of the overgrown 10 year old's gaze. 

Someone was talking to you. 

Apologizing , was more like it, if the other student's incessant bowing until his torso fell from his body was any indication. You were outside of the gym, clipboard tucked under an arm, so it was impossible to catch a word you were saying.

Not that you were saying much. Or anything at all. You only nodded. And nodded again. And after what seemed like the world's loudest "I'm so sorry, senpai!",you immediately went back inside to refill the water bottles lined atop the bench. 

"Hey," Kenma sighed, the ball in his hand aimed for a toss. "Focus."

And the cycle of Lev being an utter disappointment to the blond setter continued. 

Kuroo let out a noncommittal hum, eyes never leaving you, trailing like a lost pup as you handed out water bottles to Nobuyuki and the others. 

"Not a talker, huh," he muttered to himself. 

How long has it been? Two weeks? Three, maybe? Kuroo could scarcely remember for how many days you'd been showing up to this sweaty pit to perform your duties. On the dot. Always. Without fail. 

What he does remember was the first day.

Chin up; head held high. You strutted into their lives as if you were leading an entire militia to battle and had no time to waste.  

He teased you for it when you'd already busied yourself with clean up duty a few minutes after your (short) ( extremely concise) introduction.

("Slow down there, general," he told you with a wry chuckle. He expected any reaction from you, really.)

(He just didn't expect you to actually slow down on your cleaning and pick up on the Coach's remaining paperwork right then and there, going through it like a forest fire.)

It would take him a few more days to realize that that's just how you are. 

Even when you rejected a tongue-tied Yamamoto when he tried to ask you out. For a meal. With the other boys, of course.

Even when you took a hurtling ball to your leg and lost your footing and had the whole team scrambling for a stretcher, only for you to stand on your good leg, tell everyone "I'm okay," and walk to the nurse's office on your own.

(Kuroo doesn't think he's seen someone limp with so much grace before.)

His throat suddenly felt incredibly dry. 

Water . Water was what he needed. 

Right. 

You didn't see him coming from across the court. You were sitting on the bench and your back was turned, scribbling on that clipboard propped on your lap, yet— like clockwork, your idle hand shot out to give him the last bottle to your left before he could even finish asking for one.

He felt his lips curve as he muttered his thanks around the lid.

"Say," Kuroo began.  

You were reading the things you wrote back to yourself. 

"Mind telling me what was that about?"

You paused. You blinked up at Kuroo. 

The attention hits him like a freight train. 

That clear as summer sky gaze, unclouded and bright. 

It's nuts how unreal it felt. How can something so elusive be now all on him. 

(Just for him.)

"Earlier," he added, licking his lips and feeling silly for the way his chest tightened. "Seemed kinda intense."

"He borrowed my notes," you said. Then back to the clipboard again. 

Kuroo made himself comfortable next to you, elbow propped on his knee as he rested his chin against an open palm.

"Got a test coming up?"

"Cram school. He's in the same class."

Of course .

"Of course," Kuroo grinned. "What happened? Heard the guy apologize to you like you were about to kill him."

Laughter bubbled out of his chest. Unfortunately, you didn't seem to find it as funny as he did. Pity. 

He sighed.

"Nothing too bad, I hope."  

The noise of ballpoint pen scratching against paper halted. 

From way at the back, Lev was prattling Kenma's ear off again. Kuroo guessed they were about to leave, walking away from the court, away from the gym and to god knows where. The whole team, too, for that matter.

Everyone seemed to have gone, diminished in that second. He couldn't hear them anymore, didn't bother to see if they're still there.

He was looking at you, after all. Really looking at you. Your grip on the pen was a tad severe, he thought; fingers determined to squeeze the ink out of the barrel. 

Your face betrayed nothing. Indeed, anyone could spare you a glance and immediately guess that this is just another empty chat between acquainted individuals, conversation just for the sake of it. 

Kuroo wasn't just anyone, though.

Chin up and head held high; as you'd always done. But Kuroo's close enough to see it now, unlike before: the gulps you take in between breaths; the falter in those eyes that only ever looked forward.

Chin up and head held high, but Kuroo sees now that the neck he could easily break with one hand is so tense it's essentially a string pulled too tight that's on the brink of snapping. 

Oh.

"Oh," Kuroo whispered.

Oh .

"He lost it didn't he?" Kuroo realized. "Your notes."

And it did snap.

"Just..!" You looked down and bunched your pants in your fist. "No. Of course not. It's nothing," you huffed, putting the ball pen's cap back on. 

You were leaving.

Kuroo stood up.

"You look upset, manager-san," he said softly, his larger frame blocking your attempts of escape. "It is bothering you, hm?"

"My notebook got-got ruined, sure," you said. "But juice stains aren't bothering me, Captain ."

There it is. You were meeting his gaze again. 

" Too late for that ," Kuroo thought. There's a stutter to your words when there had been none. 

Your arms are trembling and you look  uncomfortable. He should stop. He knows he should stop , but whatever it is he said is chipping away at that impenetrable wall and he doesn't get what's happening now but damn, damn if that tingle running down his spine doesn't feel so fucking good. 

"My bad," he chuckled. "Sorry."

He raised both his arms in a show of defeat. 

"I'm- it's fine," you said through gritted teeth. "If you would just— excuse me."

Kuroo shrugged a shoulder. 

"Sorry about your notes, still," he said. "Must've been important to you. We all know how much you take your studies very, very seriously." 

Kuroo smirked. "You shouldn't have let him have it then." 

That made you stop in your tracks. 

"What do you mean?" you sought, confusion breaking your voice into what sounds like the smallest it's ever been.

Kuroo felt his breath catch in his throat.

"He needed my help, though," you rushed. "I can't just turn people away." 

"Really?" Kuroo sniggered, eyebrows lifting in fascination. 

"Could've sworn you were good at it," he said; whispered it so lowly, you couldn't have heard it. But you did.

You heard him, all right. Loud and clear.

Because it was just like watching someone take a bullet to the heart. 

First, the disbelief. 

Skin, muscles, and ligaments weren't made to be broken like that. A person wasn't created to bleed to death. And when it happens, well, all one can ask is: how could someone hurt me like this? 

So you stand before him, immobile, disbelief written in those wide eyes, because how could he hurt me like this?

Then—

Then, the dam breaks.

Kuroo doesn't think that you know it; that you're gaping at him with tears streaming down your face; that you're falling apart and stripping yourself bare the more you try to temper those quivering lips with that cute little nibbling you do.  

Kuroo doesn't think you know it, too.

That no one has ever been as beautiful as you are, right in that very moment.

You're not a good person.

Not even by a long shot. "Good" is an open hand, warm and soft and prepared to accept anyone in need of it. It's many things, goodness, but it most certainly isn't a dismissive attitude towards a well-meaning person who only wants to get to know you.

You hadn't gone this far in your uneventful life ignorant of what people say behind your back. "Frigid" is one. "Indifferent" on a good day. "Bitch" when someone feels like being mean. 

It's not like you're mad or anything; not as if you'd built up some sort of resentment within you that now you've settled for being perpetually friendless. You have plans, is all. You just can't afford to be a constant helping hand when you've got so much to do.

So you take it. 

Be a sport about it, was what you've always been told. Stiff upper lip, as they say. You remain silent about it and you endure and maybe you shed a few tears later as you lie in bed and maybe you entertain the possibility that you'll never see the end of this loneliness. 

But that's neither here nor there.

The point is, this time shouldn't have been any different.

(But sometimes even the strongest walls can crumble. All it takes is one crack, then the rest would follow.)

It was a bad day. 

You woke up late. You messed up the tally in the first set of practice games. You forgot the homework you'd stayed up all night to do. 

And the person whom you've lended your notes to for the college entrance exams lost it. 

He lost it. Conveniently just a month before the actual thing. 

"I- It's nowhere to be found, senpai," he explained. "I tried looking for it everywhere but- but I.." (You don't remember the rest.)

It's fine, you told yourself. You're fine. You can do something about a little inconvenience like this. You always have.

But then Kuroo Tetsurou asked. 

He's an amazing captain; even someone like you who only had a rudimentary knowledge at volleyball could understand the level of skill it requires to do what he does on the court while still managing to reign in the polarizing characters in this team together. And like most people, Kuroo Tetsurou has never cared for you. 

That's what you'd always thought, concerning him. Even when there had been times when he'd let slip what he thought about you. ("You're so cold, manager-san," he pouted once after you'd refused to eat with Yamamoto and the others.)

So it blindsided you, to say the least. 

The way he looked at you, as if he's privy to your darkest secrets, like he's seen you at your lowest and somehow knows you more than you did. 

When he'd jabbed and poked at what you'd only later realize was already a festering wound. (" It is bothering you, hm?" he said.) And before you could think about telling him to stop, to please, please let it go, it had already happened.

(" Could've sworn you were good at it ," he said.) 

This isn't news to you. Besides, there have obviously been worse digs. 

But hearing it from people who think you're not listening and being told about it to your face are two vastly different things. 

(Maybe it's because deep inside you'd always hoped that not everyone disliked you. That even though you're not a good person, you're not entirely bad either.)

Right in front of you, swift and without warning, he spoke only the truth.

You just weren't prepared for how deep it could cut. 

"I have to go," you murmured.

It took you a few seconds to realize that you'd been crying. And when you did, you immediately wiped your cheek with the back of your hand, turning away from him and the others still engrossed in their drills.

You let your feet do the thinking, allowing it to take you wherever they wished to go ( not here. not here. anywhere but here ), finding it impossible to do so yourself when your vision is clouded with welling tears. 

You moved forward, never once looked back, until you ended up inside the stark darkness of the gym's forgotten neighbor. 

The shed has long been abandoned and had nothing but dust, a couple of furniture in disrepair, and the occasional bug to keep it company. It was good enough for you. You didn't need much anyway.

Except for silence. 

The breaths that you'd desperately tried to control shook like dried leaves hanging onto frail branches, much like your legs, eventually collapsing at the slightest gust of wind. 

All you needed was silence.

Crouched down, the feeling of bones reduced to jelly was a lot more palpable. And despite the pins and needles that you know would eventually appear like a vengeful mistress, you stubbornly pressed your knees closer to your damp face.

Stuttering inhales and short-lived exhales  soon enough filled the gnawing emptiness of the shed as you count back to the moment you'd started the day to when your classmate told you that he'd lost your notebook to when you'd been told of how much of a shitty person you are and you wonder how you would've changed your decisions and how could it have gotten to this point how could it go wrong like this what did I do what did I do wrong what went —

"There you are."

You clamped your mouth shut, clenched your teeth so hard to stop their chattering. How useless. 

The creaking noise of the door being closed— punctuated by the sound of the latch clicking, rendered that effort futile. 

Kuroo Tetsurou locked the door.   

"C-can you," you panted. "Can you please leave."

"I need some time alone," you said, every beat of your heart like the ticking clock of a time bomb. "Please." 

You waited for him to do as you'd told. Maybe what happened earlier was a mistake, a slip of tongue that hurt more than it should've, and he's here to apologize. Of course. That's it, isn't it? Why else would he be here?

"I- If you want to say something, we can- we can— later." 

It was as if the entire world had gone still. He said nothing; neither could you hear any hint of movement. You turned around.

"C-captain..!"

He was right there. 

Right in front of you, crouched and staring right back at you. His face a hair's breadth away from yours. 

Your legs shot upwards. 

"What are you- ah !" You hissed, feeling every cell in your body being incessantly pricked. Finding it impossible to stand on your own, your hands scrambled to get a hold of something, anything, maybe the almost dilapidated table behind you— only to be caught in between large, strong arms.

"Careful, now," he murmured against your neck. His scalding breath like frostbite, chilling you down to your bones until you were numbed from the pain.

He slithered a hand around your waist. With blood thundering to your ears, you bit back a shriek and pushed him away with all your might. But have you forgotten? Despite that indolent swagger of his, you've witnessed how this boy pushes himself to exertion for each match and beyond. What made you think you could win against him? 

And when you attempted to open your mouth and yell, he effortlessly covered it with a palm while hauling you towards the table. The thing rocked under your weight. It is amusing, what the fear of falling does to you. One moment you're thrashing your way out; the next, you're holding onto your tormentor for dear life.

"No one's gonna come for you." He shushed you like how one would when placating a rabid animal. "You really believe they would bother? With an attitude like that?"

Down, down, his hand sank to your thigh, kneading the aching flesh until all you could do was mewl out a hoarse, "S-stop. I beg y-you."

Because it's all that's left for you. No one's going to save you. Or maybe someone would. But, who? And would they, really? 

(Go on, then. Try. See for yourself.)

"Kuroo-san," you whimpered. " S-stop ."

(Would they even believe you? It's your word against his. Him . Their beloved captain.)

"Tetsurou," he only said, dipping his hand lower, wrapping your freezing legs around him. "Say it."

He's everywhere. Lips tracing your chin, teeth grazing your throat; all the while your weak, pathetic arms stayed on his shoulders, thinking he'd regain his senses because he has to. He has to. He's not a bad person. He wouldn't hurt you, not in that way. 

Even when rough palms are already caressing the sides of your breasts and you feel a bulge rutting against your stomach, hot and rock hard and large, his hands grabbing your ass to bring your crotch closer to his—

"Cap- Tetsurou!" You cried, trembling hands back on his chest as you sobbed and pleaded please, please, let me go, I won't say anything, I-I'll keep quiet .

He did stop. But he didn't let you go. (You're a stupid girl if you think he would). Instead, with a forefinger under your chin and a thumb on your lower lip, he gently tilted your head to meet his gaze. 

And when your murky vision adjusted to the shadows, the heart that wanted to escape from your chest ceased its clamoring, arresting your breath with it.

The afternoon sun peeked through the crevices of the shed's wooden walls. Red-orange light revealed a pair of iris swallowed by blown pupils, only for it to pass and shroud him back into the darkness. 

"Say it again," he whispered, deep voice cracking. " Tetsurou . My name."

You tried to speak and protest once again but only a croaked snivel left you, your babbling becoming less coherent when he began planting soft kisses on both tear-streaked cheeks. 

"You've been all alone, haven't you? Keeping everything to yourself all this time."

He kissed your forehead and it was so tender you wanted to die. 

"My strong, brave girl," he breathed. "I'll take care of you. I'll take care of you. I- I-"

You heard him chuckle as he pressed his forehead to yours, felt it crease on your skin. "I love you."

No. No, no, no . You shook your head and closed your eyes and prayed to anyone who's listening. 

"I love you," he repeated, strongly now, as if he only realized it this time around. 

And then he kissed you. Just a peck. And then he kissed you again, deepening it to probe a wet tongue into your mouth. And the hand sitting lax on your neck felt like a gun to your temple.   

You remained just as you were, like a plaything to do with as he pleased, as you felt calloused fingers creep inside your sweaty shirt.

"Such pretty tits," he grunted as he raised your bra over your breasts to brush your nipples, rolling and pinching and pulling them with his thumbs.

He muffled the noises you made with his own mouth still when he continued fondling you. You soon enough tasted the salt off of his palm when he left your lips to lick and pepper bites on your neck, on the valley and mounds of your breasts, sucking and lapping the stiff peaks until he was satisfied.

You tried counting, one to whatever. And when that did not work, you tried biting your own tongue to rid of the heat you fear would burst in your belly. 

All that went to waste when he reached inside your pants. 

"Not- not there!" you gasped, breaking your silence and wriggling out of his grasp.

He cooed. "You'll feel good. I promise."

After hooking long fingers over the hem of your panties, he briskly parted the hair and lips underneath to pull the thin cotton over the folds, over the throbbing nub trapped in the middle. 

"Your pussy's so wet, sweetheart," he sighed, the tip of his middle finger drawing light circles on your clothed clit. 

It was so lewd and dirty and the fact that your panties were soaked with slick was enough to burn you with shame.

"You like it, hm?" 

Perhaps you whimpered out a meek "no." You couldn't tell anymore, heaving out while he continued to toy with a sore nipple as he rubbed your slippery cunt, preying on your puffed out, swollen clit.  

"Feel what you do to me." He squeezed your wrist and forced your shivering hand on his crotch. "Take out my cock, baby," he whispered, scattering kisses on your neck.

"Tet-Tetsuro…san," you cried. "I can- I can't."

"Yes. Yes, you can ," he said, not halting the ministrations between your legs. "You're a big girl."

As if held by a string, he guided you, wrapped his hand around yours as he— as you stroked him, scorching and thick, up and down, just like that . 

"Good girl. My good little girl," he groaned, parting your panties to the side to tease your dripping hole. 

You wept harder, the inevitable only a few seconds away from you. A single finger, at first. And when he added a second one, you realized you preferred having a hand on your mouth than his lips on yours.

(Because then you wouldn't have to think of an excuse why you're suddenly swirling and brushing your tongue in time with his.) 

For a while there had been nothing but the sound of two wet lips pursing against each other (along with those embarrassing squelching noises). 

He treated you as if you were made of porcelain, your plush walls stroked oh so gently as he circled the sensitive bundle of nerves. Even when he ended the kiss and removed your hand from his cock, spit and pre-cum connecting you to him, he still handled you as if you would break at the drop of a hat.

That's why it snuck up on you, what happened, after he brought his mouth to your ear.

"Don't scream," he whispered. 

Then, he rammed his fingers in your mouth. 

You tasted yourself as he forced you on your back, slamming you down on the dirty table yet still carrying your weight all throughout, never letting go.

The bitter acceptance of it— that what began earlier can only conclude to this , did not prepare you for the feeling when he finally thrust himself into you.

They say it shouldn't hurt at first. If it does then he's doing it wrong. 

You hardly know if it's relief or horror that dawns on you when you realize how he stretched you out so easily, despite his size. Because, by all means, this should be wrong. This is wrong. 

"Gonna ruin you," he panted. "Gonna ruin you and— fuck put you back together myself."

He grinded his cock inside you deep and slow and when he hit that spot you couldn't control yourself from jackknifing so hard he had to hold you down. He does this mercilessly, pace growing more delirious until you're nothing but a choked and sputtering fool around his fingers.

"I won't ever leave you. I’m here," he cooed, stroking your hair and kissing your face as you bawled and shattered in his embrace. "I’m here ."

"So cry all you want."

#tw noncon #tw non con haikyuu #yandere kuroo #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #dark content haikyuu

[todomochi-uwu]

Of Unspoken Troubles & Loving You (3/3)

Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader

Warnings: Angst

Author’s Notes: Done.

"Don't worry, Toshi. We'll be okay."

Previous parts: First Second Second&Half

Tension filled the entire gymnasium, you could feel it, the players could feel it, the rest of teams could feel it, everyone was gathering around the court, watching as each of the teams gave out their best to try and beat the other.

Anxiety ran through your veins, your shoulders were tense and the need to vomit was becoming more prominent each second it passed, you knew damn well you might have caused all this stupid rivalry, and while an outsider might see it as an over-exaggeration, the thought of someone getting hurt was throwing you over the edge. You could see the face of each and every single one of the boys, you could see the desperation, the nerves, the tiredness; and you couldn't help but pity them, there was nothing left to say, there was no way to convince them, it just simply would be stupid to do it.

The ball flew by leaving each court, points were given and groans let out, sweat covered their entire faces and their breathing so heavy it could be heard across the room; it was already the third set and none of the teams had asked for a time out, no one was giving up. It wasn´t until the mandatory rest at the half of the set that you could finally approach the boys.

"Hey boys, please take it easy. I don't want anyone getting hurt, okay? Please remember this is only a practice match, nothing to lose here." You try and calm them up, passing out water bottles, just as you were making sure everyone was okay, the rigidness of a chest crossed your way.

You looked up and couldn´t help but get flustered at the sight, Ushijima's breathing was heavy and sweat drops ran down his face, he sported the same stoic face as always but the look in his eyes was trying to tell you something, he longed for something and you knew what it was, wondering if you should give in and just comfort him, but once again the words 'Manager, not captain' filled your thoughts, and suddenly the urge washed away. "You are giving your best Ushijima san, but remember not to overwork it, Washijou wouldn´t like for you to pull a muscle." Patting his shoulder, you made your way to the rest of the team.

You were helping Tendou bandage his fingers, which were now red and bloated from all the blocking he had done, every time you would pass the bandages around them he would let out a small hiss, "You know, he didn't mean to be an asshole, he´s sorry for what he did." Tendou mumbled, making you frown "I see, so that´s why you are here apologizing for him." Tendou tried again, "Y/N…" "No, Tendou. I'm more than tired." You got up, finishing the last touches and going next to make sure Goshiki was okay.

-

The rest of the match was even worse, Kenma could barely breath and the look that covered Kuroo's face was one of pure frustration, the board wasn´t looking good for his team, 24-19, and while they had managed to win a set, he didn't think they could get away with the victory.

And while they tried their very best, in the end, it wasn't enough.

Everything was over, and while everyone seemed satisfied enough that the match was over, Kuroo couldn't help as if he had to prove himself to you. Feeling ashamed that even at this moments, Ushijima had managed to surpass him.

"Good job, guys!" You came running with towels and a box full of energy drinks, making sure everyone had one, even Nekoma. After reassuring all of them were okay, you spotted a very tired man sitting by the benches, head low, covered by a white towel and gasping for air still. Kuroo.

You approached him slowly, not wanting to startle him, "Hi." Your voice was small, not knowing how he would react.

He raised his head, the look in his eyes said everything, "Hey."

Few minutes passed by, no one knew what to say next.

"I knew that maybe we didn't stand a chance, but this is a new kind of humiliation." He giggled humourlessly.

"Kuroo…" You tried, before he continued, "I'm not mad at you, it would be stupid to be. I just can't believe that asshole has absolutely everything right in front of his fucking nose and yet he doesn't seem to care." He shook his head, desperation filling his veins, clouding his vision. "Fuck this." He got up and the process he kicked the bench next to him, making his way down the gym.

"Kuroo?" You followed him, worried for what he might do.

His pace didn't stop or faltered, his eyes screamed in fury and his body language indicated only one thing if Ushijima wasn't going to realize by himself how lucky he was, maybe he would have to give him a clue.

Meanwhile, you kept trying to stop him, reason with his logic and the thoughts that fogged his mind, but nothing worked, he was determined to do something.

"Ushijima!" The raw voice filled the hallway, making the miracle boy turn around. His features hardened at the sight of you behind Kuroo; he didn't say anything but didn't back down. "You are a fucking jerk, are you aware of that?"

Nothing you could say or do would change the current situation.

"You. You fucking idiot." His finger pointed directly, coming closer every second. "You have absolutely everything I have been killing myself for, you are monster in volleyball, we get it, but you also got her?" This time the attention was directed at you, making you uncomfortable, "And yet you dare ignore her and treat her like a piece of shit. Who the fuck do you think you are?" He couldn't hold back anymore, pushing his hands against Ushijima's chest, he kept going, not worrying about the consequences, "You don't deserve it, you don't deserve the love she's giving you." The final straw, "And for that, I'll make sure you don't get any more of it."

Snap.

Everything seemed so blurry, one moment to another Ushijima was on top of the middle blocker, punches flying everywhere, curses and threats were thrown and terror swallowed your heart.

Tendou and Reon trying to hold back Ushijima while Bokuto and Lev tried to do the same for Kuroo, it had finally blown up and you couldn't help but feel responsible.

Coaches surrounded the boys, dragging them apart and lecturing them in what just had happened; feeling completely useless you made your way outside, trying to clear your thoughts.

Was all of this necessary? Ushijima might be oblivious and blunt, but you loved him; he was also having a hard time and you knew it, yet decided to go on.

And what about Kuroo? Why did you have to get him involved in your mess? He was doing more than okay, yet you were selfish enough and dragged him.

If it was love, whatever you seemed to be in, why was it so difficult to feel happy? It surely shouldn't be like this, you should be able to communicate all your worries to Wakatoshi, it should not be this difficult, and to this, you worried. Was Ushijima the real problem here, or was there something more to it?

-

Making your way down to the nursery's office, know full well Ushijima and Kuroo would be there, not being quite ready to face them, not knowing what to say or how to act, you just knew you had to see them.

Sitting down on a bench next to the door was Kuroo, he was holding an ice pack to his right cheek and small bandages covered his lips along with some cream covering the small bruises in his nose. The sight of his face alone made your heart feel even heavier. "Hey, cry baby." He mumbled.

"Hey." You sat down, trying to find the right words. "You look like shit." God, why are you like this?

"Yeah? You should see what I did to him." He said lazily, "He doesn't punch as hard as I think he would, do you think he was holding back?" He smirked, before wincing out in pain.

"I am sorry."

He gave you frown, "Why?"

"I dragged you into all this mess, and now you are hurt. It was my mess to deal with and I involved you in it, for that I am sorry."

"You didn't do anything, I decided to be here and while I didn't expect it to turn out this way, I'm glad." He gave you a reassuring smile, cracking a little bit when the pain kicked in once again.

"You are a moron."

He giggled, "Yeah I might be, but I also know about who feels like an even bigger idiot." He sighed, "We had a little bit of a talk, and turns out he is aware of the problem; he owns it completely and is willing to try to make things better, but…"

He hesitated.

"I'm not sure about what you want."

You sighed, shaking your head "To be quite honest I don't know. I mean, I still love him, he's not a bad person and I'm sure he still loves me, but…"

"But…"

"But I'm not sure if it's the best thing to jump into it right away, maybe we should go back a few steps, you know?"

"I completely understand, and I know he will too. Just talk to him, he loves you enough to give you time and space, or to let you go if that's what you want."

Nodding, "I don't want him out of my life."

"And that won't happen but for now tell him how you feel, it'll be okay."

…

"Hey, Kuroo?"

"Yeah?"

"When we first met, you talked about going through the same situation, care enough to explain?"

"Fuck, I did talk about that huh? Well, let's just say I was taken for granted, treated like shit and I went through this spiral of lies and obsessive thoughts that emotionally destroyed me, that made me doubt myself, my friends and every single thing I believed in." He rubbed his hands, looking out the ground, "When I got out of it I felt so empty and dead on the inside I genuinely considered never dating again; it might sound like an overreaction, but I was so numb to the entire world I didn't think love was worth anything. And then, someone came in and made me realise that maybe, just maybe it wasn't my fault, it was my abuser's fault, that I wasn't at fault for giving my all to someone who just drained me, they helped me and now here we are." He looked into your eyes, "Sometimes I wonder if the trauma would have healed faster if they had appeared while I was still in that hell, instead of after. That´s why I felt the urge to help you, and while Ushijima is nowhere an asshole as my ex was, you were hurting and I hated seeing it."

"Kuroo…" Tears filled your eyes, threatening to fall.

"Oh common, please don't cry, I'm on the other side now and everything's okay."

"Do I know them?"

"Huh let's see, they are just as weird as you, but a little bit less annoying I guess." You groaned in annoyance, "I'm kidding, but yes you do know them."

"Aren't you going to tell me?" Before you could continue complaining the nursery's office door opened, and here he was, the giant, buffed, airheaded man you called your boyfriend.

Standing up you met his gaze, there was no coldness in it, no hate, no malice, just pure longing and regret, and your hurt couldn't help but clench. Taking his hand in between yours, you caressed it, making him shiver.

"Don't worry, Toshi. We'll be okay."

…

"So you want to break up?" He furrowed his eyebrows, his hands felt clammy and his breathier became a bit quicker.

"Not quite like that, I think we jump into a relationship way too quickly, we barely even knew each other and even if we have been in this for some months now, we are not working out as we should."

"I will try harder, I swear," He mumbled.

"And I know you will, I trust you to do it, but how about we make our priorities the things we love right now? Like you win those nationals and I focus on getting into university?"

"I didn't know having me impeded your education."

"It's not, but I want to know what's like to look out only for me, to know I'm not chasing anyone, just for a little while."

He nodded, didn't say a word for a few minutes, "I am sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel as if you were chasing me. I missed my chance and I understand it. Know that I still love you and will keep on doing it, and I respect your decision of letting things between us end." He vowed and turned around, not sure how to processed what just happened.

"Ushijima." "Yes?" Locking your arms around his waist, looking straight into his eyes and caressing the side of his face, "I am not letting you go, I can't. This is just for me to be able to heal, but I still love you Wakatoshi, please don't forget that."

His arms surrounded your waist, leaning his head against the crook of your neck and nodding, his body shaking slightly "Okay."

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