Follower Appreciation Post #2

“Sorry you had to stay late again, ______-chan, we just really want to make sure we’re tightened down.”

You kept your head tilted down, fixating your attention on the clipboard in your hands. “It’s fine, Kuroo-san, I don’t mind. I’d be losing sleep anyway.”

“Oh ho?” You could feel him leaning closer. “And who, pray tell, is keeping you awake at night?”

“Don’t flatter yourself Kuroo-san,” you chuckled, hoping your play at nonchalance would be believed. It was doubtful considering who you were talking to but you could hope.

Kuroo elected to laugh, leaning up and away to move towards the exit. “I gotta get changed, I’ll walk you home, just hang tight,” he called over his shoulder.

Now there was an image you didn’t need. Ok, maybe you didn’t mind so much, it just made hiding your affection for Kuroo that much harder. Why did he have to be so damn attractive? And smart? And endearingly dorky?

You shook your head, trying to dispel the images and the pang in your heart. You needed to focus on supporting the team, they needed your full attention, unrequited love be damned.

“Go, go Nekoma! Push it, push it, Nekoma!”

The gym thundered with the noise of cheering. You were barely able to remain seated next to the coaches, your legs bouncing, clutching your clipboard so tight you were sure your fingers would cramp any moment.

The moment the other team called for a timeout, you were up, rushing to give the starters their water and towels, stammering out words of encouragement as best you could given the rattle of your own nerves.

The tremors in your heart intensified when you met your eyes to Kuroo’s. He took the bottle from your hand, fingers grazing yours and lifted it to his lips chugging down gulps of water. He wiped his mouth which then formed into that trademark smirk. “Cheer loud for me, eh?”

You swallowed and could only nod.

He grinned again before taking off for the court.

“So I didn’t hear you cheering,” Kuroo commented on the bus ride home, feigned hurt in his tone.

You shifted away, sure that he hadn’t meant to sit that close to you and you didn’t want to amplify the awkward. “My mistake, I’ll bring the bullhorn next time,” you said with a slight smile.

Kuroo scooted closer, his arm on the back of the bench seats to give him room and you could feel the heat radiating off him. His voice lowered and he leaned down closer to you. “Can I ask you something?”

You shifted again, giving him your full attention, sure he was going to ask for some stats on the game.

“Would you go out with me sometime?”

Your brain short circuited and your mouth opened and closed with no sound coming out. He waited, cheeks a little pinker than they were when he first sat down but he kept his gaze locked to yours.

Finally you managed to speak, “Are you serious?”

He snorted. “No, I’m screwing with you just to be an ass.” He shook his head, reached forward and took your hand in his. “Of course I am, you dork.”

You were silent again so he added, “Just nod, if you want to that is.”

And slowly, your head bobbed up and down making him smile even wider.

maninwaterrr:

wet+

could i get a kuroo x fem reader in their last year and they liked each other from the beginning but were “just friends” and she thinks he doesnt like her but confesses and they get a happy ending? i realy need one, i lost mine

kuroast:

i’m so sorry to hear that, and trust me i’ve been there and ofc it’s going to hurt but you’ll fall again and hopefully it’ll be requited 😘💕 stay strong! i’m here if you need to talk~

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You twirled the alcoholic drink in your glass as you absentmindedly watched how the moon reflected upon it. In all fairness, while the fact that this field trip was the last one you were going to have with the volleyball team, a part of you was still shaken up after suspecting Kuroo fell for another. He didn’t admit to it himself, but doubt inflicts more damage than certainty ever could.

A sigh escaped your lips as you leaned into the chair that was positioned, in your ever so humble opinion, rather perfectly on the balcony; it allowed you an astounding view of the starry sky yet kept you hidden from the wind. With a single glance at what was going on back in the livingroom, you could barely suppress a smile at the sight of Kuroo massaging his temples in despair over the nonsense Lev was spewing.

It was the perfect picture; one you were certainly going to miss once you leave.

Mere seconds after, Kuroo’s eyes locked with yours, resulting in him breaking out in a smile. With a single eye roll at the first year, he got up and made his way towards you.

“I feel like a failing parent,” he commented, closing the balcony door behind himself before placing the beverage that he tried his best not to spill, on the table.

“Next time, use protection,” you winked before raising your glass towards him in a sarcastic manner. He matched your pace and took a sip himself, a smug grin gracing his lips at your taunting.

Comfortable silence followed in; truth be told, atfter the entire day with the team, not even Kuroo would complain about finally getting some peace and quiet.

“Do you realise this is goodbye?” he suddenly blurted out as he awaited your reaction— was he the only one dreading it?

“I prefer to think of it as an opportunity to think of all the good memories we’ve had— it might be a goodbye, but not forever. It’s just that this chapter of our life is over.”

The male quirked his brow quizzicaly, rotating so that he was turned towards you properly, “Deep conversations under the stars with accompanying alcohol? Sign me in.”

Through a stiffled laugh you shook your head at him and found yourself regretting it afterwards. Perhaps you had a sip too many and dizziness overcame you.

“That’s what I’m talking about; every trip we go on, we end up like this. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to drink on a balcony without a part of me hoping you’re going to follow suit.”

“One day, I might,” he added, trailing off. As he opened his mouth to continue, you beat him to it. Nine chances out of ten you were going to regret it— at that point, the alcohol was talking and you had nothing to do with it.

“Don’t get my hopes up like that. You always do that,” your tone changed and you could no longer maintain eye contact. Puzzled by the change in the atmosphere, the raven leaned in, prepared to offer you a shoulder for whatever you might need.

“I like you,” you blurted out, “And I know you don’t like me. And I’m trying so hard to get over you. I kept letting go, I kept convincing myself that I was ready to do so. At times I was. It’s you, though. I blame you. You’re the one who won’t leave no matter how many chances I give you. In a crowd you look for me, you never leave my side— you don’t even give me five minutes with my other friends. I mean, for fuck’s sake, you aren’t supposed to chase a girl through the field, blowing dandelions at her unless you like h—“

“I do.”

“W-what?” your voice cracked; at that very given moment, your heart was racing so lound that you could hear it, and most likely he could as well.

“Have you ever once thought that I was always by your side because I like you? Because I need you? Because I want you? Because I would choose your company over anyone else’s?” he continued, getting up from his seat so that he could face you properly, “Every time you brushed me off as just a friend, it hurt, but I was prepared for it if it meant staying by your side.”

“What about—“

“(Name), you said it yourself. A guy doesn’t chase a girl through a field, blowing dandelions at her unless he likes her.”

A moment of silence followed suit; you spent it staring at one another, whether in amazement or disbelief— perhaps even in wonder, as you marveled at the fact that you were blind despite your perfect sight.

So all it took, after countless nights of empty “what ifs” and daydreams, was a mere confession. Oh, the trouble you could have saved yourself from.

“Kuroo, you absolute idiot, kiss h-nhmp!” Lev was cut off by the hand of an exhasperated Kenma as he drew the curtains with the other, swiftly apologizing for the intrusion.

Previously unaware of their presence, the male’s cheeks burnt bright red as he took a step back, prepared to turn into a stuttering mess at any moment, only to have you pull him in for a kiss in the brief moment of drunken courage.

It was a short peck, for the height difference didn’t allow much else without the additional help of the flustered raven, but you beamed with happiness nonetheless.

“Say, what you want, but for once, he’s right,” you commented cheekily. Having the doubt and fear of rejection lifted from your shoulders, you found it in you to smile brightly with no regrets.

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And there it was, a short, happy ending for all of those who didn’t get theirs.

Awwww!!! I’ve missed your stuff! It’s always so good! I love that you call Kuroo a raven because as much as he’s a cat, a raven is a good description too and I love it!

so i’m new to your blog but so far i just love your writing omg! so i was wondering if i could request hc for a kurooxfem! s/o who’s a little thicc but like shy about it? if that makes sense?

Welcome and thank you so much! It totally makes sense, I hope you like these!

Kuroo first laid eyes on you when you came to talk to Kenma during practice about a project in your mutual class. He stared so hard (your curves are amazing) you thought Kenma was in trouble and hightailed it out of there.
A few weeks later when he approached you in the hall you almost ran; he was a lot more intimidating up close. But his easy smile somehow both calmed and increased your heart rate. Which promptly stopped beating when he said, “So…are you free Saturday night?”
You thought he was joking, almost started crying because was he always this cruel? He saw your face fall and swiftly smooth captain Kuroo becomes a bumbling dork. “Eh? I…hey…if you don’t want to all you gotta say is no!”
Despite both your embarrassment, the date does happen. Which leads to many more all to culminate in Kuroo asking you to be his girlfriend.
You still don’t understand why and he doesn’t understand how you don’t understand.
Eventually, because he is clever and pays super close attention to things (especially people) who mean a lot to him, he figures out your insecurities.
Picks them apart in the best ways possible.

“Babe, wear that red dress tonight, the one with the sparkly belt.”
“It’s too tight, Kuroo!”
“It shows off your sexy curves. And who’s birthday is it, anyway?”

Snuggles close while watching movies, kissing your cheek or the top of your head over and over.

“I wanna kiss you all over,” he admits.
“Um, maybe with the lights off?”
His dark eyes met yours. “There’s no reason to hide from me,” he says crawling over you. “I love every single inch of you.”

Eventually he cracks through that wall of built up defense and shyness, showing you that a “perfect body” is just an illusion and you’re beautiful both inside and out.

Kuroo – Sentence Prompt #78

ASK: Can i request 78. “Excuse me, do you need help getting that?” With Kuroo or Tsukki (you can pick!) with a tiny spitfire fem. s/o who’s determined to get things from tall places by herself? And he constantly finds her climbing things to reach stuff and he’s determined she’s trying to get hurt or something lol. Oh! And could you maybe end it all cute with like 94. “Stop putting the mugs on the top shelf.” As like a sassy comment back to said boy? Hope this makes sense! TYSM ❤️Happy March Madness!!

A muffled curse and the sound of banging brought Kuroo around the corner towards the kitchen. He stopped at the threshold, lips curling into his signature grin as he watched his petite girlfriend clamoring up the counter, short arm reaching and tiny fingers stretched taut in an attempt to gather something from the top shelf.

Sauntering up behind her, he cooed, “Excuse me, miss? Do you need help getting that?”

She huffed, “I can do it myself, thank you,” not bothering to turn around. Her finger grazed the edge of the coveted item – a mug he could see now – resulting in its being pushed farther from the edge. With a sigh, she worked her feet under her legs forgetting her sock clad feet. Putting pressure into rising, her foot slipped against the slick granite.

“Oh shi-” she cried but Kuroo’s arms wrapped around her waist holding her steady.

“Stop before you kill yourself,” he chastised, heart beating faster than he would admit at just the thought of what could have happened had he not been there. “I swear, it’s like you look for trouble,” he teased, simultaneously setting her to the floor as he grasped the mug handle.

“I wouldn’t if you’d stop putting the mugs on the top shelf!” she snapped, reaching for the cup but he held it aloft, smirk returning to his face.

“Gotta tip your waiter,” he grinned, leaning down and tapping his cheek with the index finger of his other hand.

Instead she tickled his sides resulting in him dropping the mug but she was ready, easily catching it before turning to the coffee maker.

“So rude,” he complained, procuring his own mug from the same high shelf but he couldn’t help grinning when she sighed as she enjoyed the fruits of his “labor”.

Penalty Game!

otomiya-tickles:

A/N: Omg I loooove Yachi rarepairs and I really couldn’t choose but in the end I am more drawn towards Kuroyachi because omfifui;g.iushig. Do I need to tell you why? Just look a them. So yes, here’s some Kuroyachi tickle fluff, I hope you like iiit!

Summary: Karasuno plays a game against Fukurodani, the deciding match in their tournament with Nekoma in which the winning team will decide the penalty for the losers. Yachi is dead nervous about this, and when he notices, Kuroo teases here with sweet tickles as they share a loving moment together. They have started dating a while back after all<3

Word Count: 1590

“Alright! Karasuno vs Fukurodani, 2nd set, go!”
The whistle sounded through the gymnasium and Yachi just returned to her safe
spot for the audience above the court, after providing the boys with drinks and towels during their short break. She clamped the railing and watching the
game in excitement. The tension. The tension!

Karasuno had gotten together with their
Tokyo Power School friends Nekoma and Fukurodani for a friendly tournament
as a closure of this school year.

Before that, they had a three-day training camp
leading up to this: the deciding tournament in which the winning team could
subject the losing team to the so called Japanese Batsu Game, or also referred to as
Penalty Game. This involved the managers too, so Yachi was dying from nervosity
up here.

What if Karasuno would lose? They had already lost one set. She didn’t want to do
anything embarrassing, and since it was Fukurodani and Nekoma, either one would
probably come up with the most evil penalty game ever. An embarrassing dance? Maybe sing an embarrassing song? Nooo. Not that. Not in front of –

“Heh, nervous sweetie?” Yachi’s face
immediately exploded upon hearing her boyfriend’s voice, and she looked up to
see Kuroo joining her.

“Ah y-y-yes,” she squeaked, and her inner
Yachi immediately scolded her for being this tense towards her boyfriend of
three months. To her it was still unreal that she had started dating Nekoma’s
captain, and with him living in Tokyo they couldn’t see each other that
much.

Kuroo stood next to her and leaned over the railing,
and Yachi blushed when she noticed he chose to stand with her rather than his
teammates who were gathered down on the side of the court, still drinking and resting from their
game while they glanced at Karasuno and Fukurodani’s match.

“Well, of course if we claim victory, we
won’t go easy on you guys with the penalty game,” Kuroo sang, and he
gulped when Yachi immediately looked as if she was dying.

“Just kidding just kidding! I mean -” Kuroo
waved his hands in front of his flustered girlfriend, but she was already
shaking because of the nerves.

“R-relax baby!” Kuroo placed both hands on
her sides to stop her from her frantic shaking, but this caused her to jolt and
squeak before she collapsed against him.

“Eh?” Kuroo blushed and squeezed her sides a
little to help her keep her balance, but Yachi reacted even more and only when
giggles poured from her mouth, Kuroo grinned. Ahhh…

“Oh! Ticklish? Hehe isn’t that fortunate?”
he chuckled, and he squeezed her sides some more, making her squeal and
struggle in his grip.

“N-no dooon’t!” Yachi kicked and struggled
involuntarily. Tickling just did that to her body, but Kuroo didn’t seem to
mind. She managed to turn in his hold and wrapped her arms around the railing,
leaning over it as if she was ready to leap off in a desperate attempt to escape.

“What are you doing? You’ll fall!” Kuroo said, still in his playful teasy voice, and he grabbed her sides right where her shirt had moved up, and he pulled her back down again, wiggling his fingers ticklishly at the same time.

“KYAhaha! S-stop Kuroo-kun hehe!” Yachi squealed as her bare sides were being tickled now.

“Don’t move, it’ll be okay,” Kuroo told his thrashing girlfriend teasingly as if he wasn’t torturing her with tickles right now.

Down on the court, the Karasuno
players looked up at their manager who was laughing her head off.

Not being able to see Kuroo’s hands that took control
over her body by tickling her sides mercilessly, they cocked their heads in
confusion. Asahi was just about to serve when he looked up as well.

“Yacchan, she’s laughing at us,” he mumbled.

“Probably despair,” Tsukishima commented
dryly.

“I bet Kuroo’s telling her the horrible penalty they have planned for us,” Tanaka grunted, but Noya jumped up and yelled:

“As if we’re gonna lose!”

“That’s right! Don’t worry Yachi! We won’t lose!” Hinata
yelled as well, and they continued the game and the noises of the game were back to exceeding Yachi’s pleas.

Yachi blushed like crazy and continued to laugh as she tried to jump
away from her teasy boyfriend, but he gripped her sides and kept her in place.
She gasped when his fingers wiggled towards her front, running across her tummy
and slipping underneath her shirt.

“UWahah it t-ticklehehes! Stooohohop!”
Yachi squeaked, but Kuroo only chuckled and continued his attack on her.

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So cute!!!

Hey there! Could I request to receive a Valentine’s thing from Kuroo please? Thanks! Love your stuff so much!!!

Hello! And thank you for the love, I definitely appreciate it!

“No peeking my little butterfly,” Kuroo teases against the shell of your ear.

You huff, trying to smack him but he just snickers and moves out of range. “Not that I could even if I wanted to,” you complain, still unbelieving that you agreed to let him put a blindfold on you.

Guiding you gently, he places you exactly where he wants before whispering in your ear again, “OK, you can take it off.”

Blushing at the slight husk in his voice (the damn tease) you whip off the black material only to cover your mouth with both hands and swiftly turn around to look up at him, to confirm this isn’t a dream, or a joke or-

“Yes this is a pound and yes we are finally getting a dog,” he confirms. “Happy Valentine’s day babe.”

You let out a squeal of joy, wrapping your arms around his neck and peppering his face with kisses making him laugh.

“Please, don’t leave.” – pairing of your choice / something with Kuroo?

sportanimefantasies:

I know I don’t do the ships much, but if you guys want KuroKen, BokuAka, or ships like that, I don’t mind. Just letting you guys know. But for this one, in case you’re not comfortable with that Anon-chan, I will do Kuroo with Yachi. I know, super rare, but some people have shipped it. Pictures! Fics, not sure. And since Yachi is pure love and a baby that must be protected (totally not because she was in the last request either) I believe Kuroo could fancy her just so much. Enjoy!

“K-Kuroo-san, we need to go, it’s already-”

“Stop calling me that, we’re not at training camp, Hitoka,” Kuroo murmured as he continued to pepper kisses along Yachi’s neck. Kuroo began to snicker as he felt Yachi flinch at the sound purring out of Kuroo’s mouth. “Just five more minutes.”

“N-No, Kuroo-san!” Yachi squealed, launching herself out of Kuroo’s arms and bed.

Yachi always had to use all of her will to defy Kuroo. He never believed her whenever she admitted it, since she could deny him plenty of times. But it was the truth. Yachi always got weak in the knees whenever Kuroo just looked at her. Whenever he said her name, all deity’s forbid he whisper it in her ear, there’s no telling what she would do for him. All he had to do was ask right after and she would oblige obediently.

“Hitoka, wait!” Kuroo called out just as he grabbed Yachi’s hand before she could escape. Her head slowly turned to Kuroo, a look of hesitation meeting him.

“Y-yes, Kuroo-san?” Yachi’s will was withering, she could feel it in her twitching smile.

Yachi watched as Kuroo sat up, that handsome crooked smile a few inches away from her faces. She could feel her knees buckling just from those golden brown eyes looking into hers. Thank goodness her knees were leaning against the edge of the bed.

“Please, don’t leave,” Kuroo beamed, his face moving in closer into hers. If Yachi’s heart could explode, now would be the time she would expect it too. Along with the other times Kuroo got to her. Kuroo moved passed her face, bringing his lips close to her ear. Yachi could feel Kuroo’s warm breath as he quietly breathed. “Hi-to-ka.”

An awkward squeal left Yachi’s mouth as she froze. Her heart exploded, she knew it was going to happen. Her body fell against Kuroo’s, her head leaning into the crook of his neck, her body fitting perfect against his broad shoulders and chest. Kuroo smiled, hearing Yachi hum from her lips, distressed.

“Okay… Tetsurou,” Yachi whispered quietly. Just as his name left her lips, Kuroo brought Yachi’s body into his arms and rolled her over his body, laying her on the other side of the bed into his arms, continuing to pepper kisses all over her again. Just this time with laughs and no attempt to go to the training camp that was supposed to happen in twenty minutes.

I love this pairing so much!!!

Give/receive? Yes, please. How about…either Kuroo or Diachi (whoever you are in the mood for).

Kuroo, outwardly calm, vibrates with an inner excitement watching as you reach your locker. At any moment, his life will be either amazing or terrible. His breath catches when he sees you pick up the envelope, heart racing as you tear it open looking about for whoever could have left it but he’s chosen the perfect spot to watch without being seen.

He clenches a fist as your eyes scan the paper, a sigh of relief exiting his lungs when he sees you smile.

Stepping out from his hiding spot, he makes his way to you, no longer worried about being seen. When he sees the glow of happiness on your face he doesn’t even bother with words. Just steps close, puts his arm around you and draws you close for a sweet kiss.

“Happy Valentine’s day,” he says lowly then kisses you again.

GOM+Bokuto and Kuroo who are Familiars confessed their love to their witch s/o and it is forbidden for a Familiar and a witch to be together. (angst+fluff)

So I know I told you that I couldn’t figure out a way to give all these boys the same scenario without it feeling like I was repeating myself but then I remembered the “progressive story” method and came up with this. I really hope you enjoy it and thanks again for being so patient and flexible!

Kuroko – Hare

Kuroko could, of course, remember the first day they’d met. It had been at a familiar auction, one he’d been to many, many times but because of his unassuming nature and quiet disposition, he was always found to be less than desirable to be purchased. That is, until she came along. She’d taken one look at him and knew he was perfect for her. So the blue haired rabbit familiar went home with her and if he really considered it, that was probably the same day he fell in love with her.

Midorima – Snake

But, he’d never admit it, whether from pride or the futility in feeling such affection for his witch. So Midorima did the next best thing; became the most perfect familiar he could possibly be. He curled under her bed to keep watch while she slept. He made sure all orders were in perfect order and verified any and all magic items sold to them. If something seemed too good to be true, he’d call out the proprietor trying to pawn it off on them with little regard to feelings; his witch would be protected not only in body, soul and mind but also in her reputation.

Akashi – Fox

It did, however, become increasingly difficult to watch would be suitors attempt their wooing of her. Wizards, warlocks, male witches and wannabes, it didn’t matter who stepped across the threshold of their shop to try to win her affection, Akashi would watch them with glaring eyes. Thanks to his astute judge of character, he’d often be able to see right through their intentions and any falsehood, providing her with accurate (if extremely biased) opinions. She would usually laugh off his protestations, assuring him she wasn’t interested in anyone and perfectly happy to remain as she was. But instead of providing comfort to him, it fed him just enough to keep annoying hope alive.

Kise – Raven

Sometimes he wondered if he imagined it, wishful thinking growing too great, but he couldn’t deny that every once in a while it seemed like she looked at him like he knew he looked at her. Kise wasn’t stupid, despite his blonde hair and bubbly personality. She knew all of him, every last crevice of his personality by now and still remained faithful to him. It was just another reason he loved her as much as he did. And it was times like this he wondered if he could tell her, regardless of the consequences. But a moment later, she was back to normal, asking his opinion on a few orders with nary an indication of anything deeper than what he knew they had. So taking a deep breath, he sat next to her, going through items together.

Bokuto – Owl

Bokuto’s eyes remained wide as she retreated through the door, mind working overtime trying to figure out what had just happened. One moment they’d been laughing and joking about selling Oikawa explosive eye of newt and the next she was practically running away from him. He frowned, getting up from his seat and heading to the door. He knew it was probably a bad idea but enough was enough. Long life or not, he only had one time around and he was tired of hiding how he felt.

Kuroo – Cat

He followed her into her room, the sound of the shutting door drawing her attention to him. “I’m tired of dancing around,” Kuroo said, his gaze holding her in place. He stalked forward, eyes starting to glow. “You can’t not know how I feel by now,” he insisted, hands landing on each side of her head. She looked up at him with wide eyes, lips parted to speak but no sound would come out. He leaned down, mouth centimeters from her own. “I’m in love with you, mistress,” he purred, the title she’d come so used to holding a completely different meaning in this tone. “And I think you love me too.” Her eyes, which she didn’t remember closing, flew open to meet his betraying the truth of his assessment.

Murasakibara – Irish Wolfhound

“We can’t,” she sniffled. “If we’re found out, one or both of us could be killed!” Murasakibara drew her into his large, warm arms. “Don’t worry, _____-chin,” he murmured into her hair. Tilting her chin up, he kissed her, lips massaging hers open to caress her tongue with his own and swallowed her moan. Pulling away slightly he affirmed, “I’ll crush whoever tries to take you away from me.”

Aomine – Panther

Aomine kissed her again with all the ferocity of his nature, practically devouring her. She arched into his touch, mouth hung open gasping for air when his lips scorched a blazing trail down her throat to the top of her chest. “You’re gonna pay for always wearing these damn corsets,” he growled, descending his claws just enough to tear the fabric of her bodice. “Fucking teasing me all the time, shit.” He threw her to the bed, covering her body with his own. “I hope you’re ready for a long night,” he warned, ripping away her skirt before whipping his own clothes off. “Because I’m going to make up for all these years of torture, in the best way possible.”