“eating instant ramen again, ken?” you throw out a rhetorical question at your boyfriend, who was preoccupied on the new game you noticed he downloaded on his phone some several nights ago.
he hums absentmindedly to acknowledge your unexpected yet welcomed presence in their living room — one of his parents must’ve let you in. kozume kenma wants to give you a hug (and maybe more) but right now he had to finish the level that he worked hard to reach that’s playing currently in his screen. he shaped up his character and enhanced their skills continuously throughout the week for this reason, and that was to beat the final boss so he could open a new chapter in the story.
“this is the third consecutive time you’ve eaten this, ken. are you not worried?”
“if it’s delicious, i don’t mind not being healthy.”
kenma hears you snort and sees you pick up the utensils and noodle cups he used to eat earlier. he instantly focuses on the battle when he hears his character take damage but resumed conversing with you.
“(y/n), don’t clean it up. i can do it myself after i finish this.”
“and wait until your mom sees this mess?”
“just let her scold me then.”
he’s not surprised when you don’t listen to his words and continue with fixing their kitchen table. he can see you moving a lot in his peripheral vision. you’re placing the dishes in the sink, putting the trash in the bin, wiping the surface from any mess and pulling your sleeves up to ready with washing.
“(y/n), i seriously won’t forgive you. i said, i’ll do it later.”
you notice kenma’s tone go lower, an apparent indication of a warning. it’s not as if it’s the first time he’s acting stern with you so you still paid him no mind. you know when he’s genuinely mad and this isn’t that.
“it’s okay, ken. no pressure! i’m doing this because i want to.”
when he doesn’t respond, you looked back to see him furrowing his eyebrows, expressing annoyance as he ruthlessly taps on his phone. you shrugged and then proceeded to wash the dirty plates and utensils. this goes on for a few minutes until you stopped when kenma groans in frustration.
“so uhmm i’m guessing you didn’t win?”
“…no.”
“well i’m sure you’ll succeed next time.”
he stands up from the couch and sluggishly went to you. in your peripheral vision you see your boyfriend giving you a deadpan look probably because you ignored what he just told you. you give him a closed eye smile and crunch your nose in hopes that he understands that you’re really fine with helping him with his chores plus you wanted kenma to think you were cute so he would let you off easily.
it seems to have worked because kenma positions himself behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, burrowing his nose on your neck and inhaling the light perfume you know he likes on you.
“i don’t want you spoiling me too much…”
your boyfriend mumbles that you almost couldn’t catch what he had said (you can practically imagine that tiny pout he does). you laugh and playfully pushed him back with your weight as you replied,
“why? you scared you’ll be dependent on me and need me forever?”
“am not scared of that. i need you forever no matter what. just don’t want you to overwork yourself with things i can do on my own.”
it’s a great thing your boyfriend couldn’t see you, you swear you were making weird faces from the way you were stopping yourself from outright giggling. he takes calming intakes of air and exhales deeply, a telltale sign of him wanting to nap. as if on cue, kenma asks you if you’re done and you answered with a nod of your head.
he helps you dry your hands and led you to his room after. kenma made sure to massage your fingers when you both plopped down on his bed. you invite him in your arms knowing he favors being the little spoon when he’s exhausted from gaming too much. he leans more to you when you start untangling the small knots that formed in his hair and brushing it neatly.
you gaze at kenma’s face to see him begining to doze off. you booped his nose and he opens his eyes to gaze at you softly. you see him smile slightly and pushed himself up a bit so he can give the overdue welcome kiss he wanted to give you since the moment you came waltzing in their living room.
“i l-word you.”
kenma whispers when he parts from you. you couldn’t stop the giggle this time around as you rolled your eyes at him.
“you’re such a dork,”
you then cup his face and grin.
“but you’re my dork so i l-word you too.”
he recaptures your lips with his and for a moment, kenma figured tiredness can take him later.
he would relish first this precious bit with you.
notes— don’t actually know if kenma lives with both of his parents but for the sake of the fic he does
— With Kodzuken’s fans speculating about his relationship status, his friends start shipping him with Y/n. Falling in love is a three step plan, right?
— With Kodzuken’s fans speculating about his relationship status, his friends start shipping him with Y/n. Falling in love is a three step plan, right?
It was dark by the time the two of you ended the livestream. It hadn’t seemed like you’d been streaming that long, but hours had passed before either of you’d realized that.
“Finally over.” Kenma’s voice was rough when he spoke, maybe from his lack of sleep or the fact that he’d been talking for hours now.
“Yeah,” You said with a smile. You stood up from the chair and stretched, Kenma following suit soon after.
“We can order take out if you want, too tired to cook right now.”
He looked so worn out, and even though you were too, you wondered if he’d gotten any sleep the previous night. Fatigue was written all over his face, etched in the dark circles under his eyes and the flutter of his eyelids as he struggled to keep his eyes open.
“I should get home actually, it’s getting… well it’s dark out.”
Kenma hummed at that, looking towards his bedroom window as though the dark room didn’t give the time away.
In fact, the only light in the room was that coming from his monitors. And with the white outline that traced one side of his face and his features, you couldn’t help but notice how pretty he was.
“You can stay here if you want to. You don’t exactly live close to me, it’ll be easier.” He said.
“You don’t mind?”
“Nah, but you’re paying for dinner.”
━━━━━━━━
“You can take the bed, the couch is comfy.” Kenma said, walking over and grabbing one of the pillows off of his bed.
“It’s your house. If the couch is so comfy, I can sleep there.”
Kenma frowned at you. As much as he would like to act as though he didn’t care, he’d feel guilty sleeping on the bed. Especially when you were sleeping on the couch… unless you didn’t have to sleep there.
“Fine, then we share the bed.”
“What?”
“Unless you want to admit defeat and take the couch?” He asked, a playful smile appearing on his lips.
You narrowed your eyes at him and snatched the pillow from his hand. You put it back down on the bed and crawled under the sheets, the warmth around you already putting you to sleep.
“Dumbass,” Kenma said, lovingly. “are you going to sleep in your day clothes?”
You were about to say that yes, you were, but he was already pulling a pair of his sweatpants out of his drawer.
“Put these on, I have a shirt too if you want that. I’m not sleeping in the same bed as you if you’re gonna wear that to bed.”
“Admitting defeat?”
He narrowed his eyes at you, but tossed his clothes to you and walked out of his room so you could change.
Maybe it was wrong, yet you loved the way his clothes felt. You tried to convince yourself that it was just the material that made you think that, but that doesn’t make a feeling like home wash over you.
“You done yet?” Kenma called from the other side of the door, his words a little slurred with enervation.
“Yeah.” You answered, and got back into the bed. You barely registered the dip in the bed from Kenma’s weight before you slipped into sleep.
When you woke up the next morning, the first thing you noticed was the smell of vanilla. Then it was the arm thrown lazily over you and Kenma’s face buried into your neck.
You felt a little guilty about waking him up being that you knew he needed sleep, but the clock reading 10:38 A.M. told you that you should be getting home.
“Morning, sunshine.” You said with a small laugh. Yet a part of you really found it adorable. Golden eyes fluttered open just slightly before snapping open completely, Kenma almost falling off of the bed in his attempt to move himself away from you.
“I… I did not mean to do that. I move in my sleep.” He said, staring down at his sheets instead of at you. In fact, he wondered how he was ever going to look at you again.
“No worries. I’ve got to go though, I promised I’d meet one of my friends today. I’ll change and leave your clothes on the bathroom counter before I leave. Get some sleep.”
And you did. But you didn’t know that Kenma walked to get his shirt, just so he could sleep with it. He couldn’t help it if even the ghost of your presence was calming.
— With Kodzuken’s fans speculating about his relationship status, his friends start shipping him with Y/n. Falling in love is a three step plan, right?
— With Kodzuken’s fans speculating about his relationship status, his friends start shipping him with Y/n. Falling in love is a three step plan, right?
— With Kodzuken’s fans speculating about his relationship status, his friends start shipping him with Y/n. Falling in love is a three step plan, right?
synopsis in which kenma leaves his stream almost immediately to join you in bed when you ask
a/n was supposed to post this last week, sorry guys also this is not my best work, my apologies !
It wasn’t common for you to crash any of Kenma’s streams. Of course you did the usual, coming to check up on him, bringing him food and water, the minimum. Even when his audience asked to see more of you, because obviously a glimpse of your sleeve or a simple greeting wasn’t enough for them, you still didn’t stay for too long.
But this occasion was different. You had been stressing for weeks over what Kenma would like to call nothing. But it was something, it was school, it was work, it was the world itself that made your shoulders feel heavy. That made you want to stay in the comfort of your bed and sleep multiple days away. But for your own world to keep spinning, you knew you had to wake up everyday and live it.
Much to your dismay.
It was draining. Today especially, your boss having you stay a couple more hours because of the lack of staff, even having you lock up.
You moved the slowest you had ever trying to change into some comfortable clothes. You were so tired and weak, all you wanted was the feeling of your face pressed against your silk pillowcase and your body encased in your boyfriend’s arms.
But of course he was in the game room, streaming at his usual hour with Kuroo and the others. Apparently with the screams of his name, Lev had tagged along too.
“Must be a special stream,” You mumbled to yourself, dragging your feet down the hall and toward the sounds of video game gunshots and yelling. You didn’t want to interrupt, but you needed Kenma more than anything.
Like always, Kenma took notice of your presence immediately. Fortunately, having won a game right as you walked in. He moved his mic from his lips to greet you, “Hey, ___. Welcome home—”
And there it was. Kenma’s quick eye and mind. He knew something was up. Maybe it was due to your body literally being slumped against the threshold, or your slow blinks, you had your bets placed on the yawn you had just emitted.
“Rough day?” His voice was solemn. He hated what you were going through just as much as you did.
All you could do was hum, resting your head on the doorway and closing your eyes. Kenma hummed himself, obviously pondering to himself.
“Hi, ___!” You heard Lev’s voice, the only thing that encouraged you to shuffle over to Kenma’s set up. The chat flooded with greets and requests for you, you were too tired to peel your eyes at them and read.
“It’s supposed to be a celebratory stream. But if you want me to come to bed with you—” Kenma was saying before you put your hands up.
“If you need to stay, I can just sleep alone.” With that, you were about to take your leave. But Kenma gripped your wrist, swinging you back around to him.
“No. Do you want me to join you?” Kenma’s hand slid down to your own, locking his fingers with yours.
You squeezed his hand. “I didn’t want to seem selfish, but yea, I do.” You admitted, borderline bashfully.
Kenma nodded. “Alright, I’m leaving.” He said so simply that it kind of shocked you.
“Bro, we just started.” Kuroo exclaimed. Kenma just shrugged, turning off his game and removing his headset.
“See you guys, tomorrow.” Kenma waved to his stream, you following suit, before shutting that down as well.
“Jeez. I guess ___ comes first, huh Kenma—?” Yaku mused, that being the last thing you heard from their phone call since Kenma left that without goodbye.
You snorted. “A bit harsh, no?” Kenma stood, already leading you out of the room.
“They’re annoying. Of course I’d choose you over a stream.” Kenma grumbled, dragging you all the way to your shared room and shared bed.
Finally, you sighed as your cheek met the fabric of your pillow. Kenma shuffling over to wrap his arms around you to spoon you.
“You’ll tell me about your day in the morning, hmm?” Kenma asked into your neck.
Kozume Kenma who short circuits every time you touch skin-to-skin because of how soft you are. Be it your hand intertwining with his. Or maybe you’re curled up on the sofa with his hand around your waist as he kneads your stomach. Or he had an urge to cup the fat of your cheeks in his hands. Either way, it’s so warm that he can’t help the fierce warmth that finds solace in his cheeks.
Kozume Kenma who can’t bring himself to initiate kisses often, so he beats himself up for not knowing how to show you he loves you in more “normal” ways. So, when he does kiss you (naturally of course, not by forcing himself to), it makes the occasion even more heart-wrenching and passionate and love-filled.
Kozume Kenma who spends his life hiding away from everyone until you hug him for the first time. He vows to himself that’s when he first understood the whole concept of love, before then the whole ordeal had been rather confusing, and he had simply seen it as a waste of time and a distraction. But as he felt himself melt into your touch, face subconsciously digging its way into any crevice which your chest or head or shoulder or neck may provide out of both embarrassment for the harsh blush that’s painted his face and the further seeking of the comfort he will now come to crave, he came to understand that there’s most certainly more to life than what he had previously assumed.
Kozume Kenma who would do anything to feel your hands constantly playing with his hair. It brings him what he previously presumed as an unattainable comfort but now is just normal for him after he has a rough day and refuses to care about the embarrassment of asking you for it.
Kozume Kenma who short circuits every time you touch skin-to-skin because of how soft you are. Be it your hand intertwining with his. Or maybe you’re curled up on the sofa with his hand around your waist as he kneads your stomach. Or he had an urge to cup the fat of your cheeks in his hands. Either way, it’s so warm that he can’t help the fierce warmth that finds solace in his cheeks.
Kozume Kenma who can’t bring himself to initiate kisses often, so he beats himself up for not knowing how to show you he loves you in more “normal” ways. So, when he does kiss you (naturally of course, not by forcing himself to), it makes the occasion even more heart-wrenching and passionate and love-filled.
Kozume Kenma who spends his life hiding away from everyone until you hug him for the first time. He vows to himself that’s when he first understood the whole concept of love, before then the whole ordeal had been rather confusing, and he had simply seen it as a waste of time and a distraction. But as he felt himself melt into your touch, face subconsciously digging its way into any crevice which your chest or head or shoulder or neck may provide out of both embarrassment for the harsh blush that’s painted his face and the further seeking of the comfort he will now come to crave, he came to understand that there’s most certainly more to life than what he had previously assumed.
Kozume Kenma who would do anything to feel your hands constantly playing with his hair. It brings him what he previously presumed as an unattainable comfort but now is just normal for him after he has a rough day and refuses to care about the embarrassment of asking you for it.
this was a conversation I had with one of my friends and it reminded me of him (because she reminds me of him, goblins smh) so have this ig ((no I don’t know what this is either #sorrynotsorry))
oh also let’s please pretend I didn’t make those 5th Aug please and thank you <3
tws ♡ graphic plushie abuse and parent!reader in akaashi’s
HAJIME IWAIZUMI
♡ honestly, you saw the oikawa plushie sitting in the window of some sports shop in the mall which you rarely visit
♡ and that same morning you had heard from iwaizumi that oikawa would be in town and visiting y’all tomorrow, so what would be a sweeter gift to give a rich volleyball player than a miniature version of himself?
♡ hence you bought it without a second thought (well, trying your best to ignore the ungodly price they had plastered on a glorified piece of stuffing)
♡ in fact, you also thought it would be cute to show iwaizumi since he hasn’t seen his best friend in years! perhaps he’d appreciate the little token of fame that displayed how far his childhood teammate has come
♡ but you couldn’t have been more wrong
♡ like you even went to the effort of showing it to him while he is cooking bc that is when he is most peaceful, but no.. he was still annoyed
♡ but he wasn’t irritated for long, bc who could stay mad at such a cute face? (don’t ask whether he means your face or the plushies lol)
♡ however, even if he drops the “argument” (parenthesis bc it was just banter disguised as a quarrel), the oikawa plushie will still likely be defaced within the next 1–3 business days
♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥
“ew, what the fuck is that!?”
“it’s oikawa.” you hummed, gaze flickering between the plushie and iwaizumi’s utterly disgusted expression. honestly you couldn’t see anything wrong enough with the plushie to merit such large reaction; the eyes were a bit cartoony but other than that, it was cute!
“exactly. get it out of my house before i throw it in here.” he spat while motioning to the pot of boiling rice, attention hastily fixating on the steam rising from the water, rather than having to view that thing any longer. “how much was it?” he muttered, hesitant to even imply that he was the slightest bit interested in it, but his curiosity was strong.
“expensive.” you croaked while averting your gaze, staring at the bubbling pot and smiling as if you didn’t notice how he was glaring you down, out of the corner of your eye. “but whatever, it’s not for you, anyway. it’s for him, and i’m sure he’ll appreciate it.”
iwaizumi rolled his eyes and scoffed, which is seemingly all he has been able to do since he laid eyes on the plushie, “put the receipt next to my gym bag. i’ll return it on my way there tonight.” he said in an oddly flat tone, which contrasted with the exaggerated gasp that was ripped from your throat.
“no way!” you pressed the back of your palm against your forehead while lifting the plushie in an exaggerated manner; if he was going to make a big fuss over a piece of stuffing, you may as well be dramatic too. “just because minikawa is better at volleyball than you, doesn’t mean you have to be envious of him. i love you both equally.”
catching on to what you were doing, iwaizumi first had to suppress an chuckle before snatching the plushie from your clutches and holding it above the pot of boiling rice; poor minikawa’s fluff being dampened by the steam. “let’s see if he can swim.” he tried to utter in the most sinister tone possible, but failed as you both had already burst out laughing.
once he was able to catch his breath, he retracted his arm from above the pot and casually threw the plushie back to you, “here.” he said gruffly, as if he hadn’t just been cackling like a maniac a few seconds ago, “but if you’re gonna give it to him, at least let me sew the thing a better outfit first.”
you hummed, raising an eyebrow before glancing at the plush, scanning it’s attire and realising it was wearing his blue, argentinian uniform. immediately figuring out what he meant, your nose scrunched with joy, “it’s fine, i’ll sew a small seijoh uniform right now. you work too hard.”
iwaizumi chuckled, reaching backwards to slip a strong arm around your waist and pull you forward, planting a kiss on the first place his lips could reach; your jaw. followed by sensual whisper, close to your ear, “thank you, angel.”
KENMA KUZOME
♡ okay it really depends which bsf you buy — kuroo or hinata
♡ but realistically, why would a plushie of kuroo exist? he’s literally an employee at japan volleyball association (or an pornstar/tax evader depending on what manga panels you’ve been looking at)
♡ meanwhile hinata is a pretty famous athlete, so it’s not surprising when you find a plushie of him for sale on amazon
♡ kenma had entrusted you with the task of finding “a few cute gifts” to give shōyō when he comes to visit
♡ you had bought all the usual stuff like soaps and flowers, also you had the idea to buy a customised MSBY jackals bottle opener and towel, so you thought you were set
♡ but you had never ran to the virtual check-out faster than after you saw that plushie
♡ (also since kenma is famous too bc he is a stock trader/CEO/youtuber, there is probably a plushie of him for sale on amazon too — along with kageyama — and all three of them were in the “frequently bought together” section)
♡ kenma is terrified
♡ it didn’t bother him too much at first; he acknowledged that he thought it was creepy but he decided not to mention it since it wouldn’t be his problem for long anyway
♡ but then you arranged all the gifts in a hamper, which you placed on the vanity which sat directly across from yoursharedbed
♡ so when he woke up in the middle of the night and took a small sip of water, he caught a glimpse of the plushie and it’s beady, dead eyes staring him down and he literally screamed
♡ it wasn’t loud enough to wake you up but it still left his throat sore for the next week, and he spent the rest of the night hidden under the sheets, almost suffocating
♡ when he told you to get that gremlin out of his room and you asked why, he almost had a breakdown trying to explain that he wanted the plushie gone without admitting that he was scared
♡ because if he did — since he married a menace — he’d probably end up finding ten other plushies around the house, in the most unsuspecting places and it’d give him a heart attack every time
♡ one eye open when i’m sleeping
♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥
upon ripping open the parcel that had just arrived, you immediately sprung to your feet and rushed to kenma’s office just to show him the adorable item you bought.
he owns a small suction cup sign which he sticks to his door whenever he is streaming or simply does not want to be disturbed, so when you notice that the sign wasn’t up, you barged into the room with the most cheesy grin gracing your features and the plushie hidden behind your back, “guess what?”
“you bought something.” his gaze remained fixated on his PC screen, yet he replied without missing a beat.
“correct!” you announced proudly, noise scrunching with delight, “it’s for hinata, and i think it’s soperfect.”
before kenma got the chance to utter a single question, he flinched along with his desk as a large item was slammed onto the surface. turning to look at the source, his hairs jumped to stand on their ends as he met the lifeless eyes of a ginger goblin; he could’ve sworn he saw hellfire in it’s inky pupils
“perfect?” he questioned, voice being reduced to a hoarse whisper.
“yeah,” you trailed off, noticing how his expression fell into a grimace, “don’t you like it? look what it does!” you tone was still surprisingly lively as you pressed it’s stomach, and hell broke loose. it sounded like hinata’s bathroom song being sung by a choir of devils; the noise caused kenma involuntarily cringe and avert his wide stare, yet he could still see out of the corner of his eyes that you seemed to be.. content? pleased with the chorus of ungodly screams? wearing a cute smile too? were you both hearing the same thing?
left speechless, all kenma could think to utter was a brief, “okay.” before returning to his work. if he didn’t care about you deeply, he’d have thrown the thing out the window by now. but he doesn’t want you to think of him as irrational or manic, so he forced his mouth shut and glued himself to the chair. in fact, he was too paralysed in fear to even move his arms;bonus!
happy with the response, you picked up the plushie and began heading for the door, but kenma couldn’t help but snicker at how you held the wretched thing dear like a baby when it was literally the visual manifestation of sin.
“alright, kenma.” you peered over your shoulder and playfully blew him a kiss, which he reciprocated — he basked in your radiance, even if it was over a cursed gift, “i’ll let you get back to work. but remember to take a break soon.”
you reminded him, since he had a tendency to overwork himself (when he wasn’t procrastinating) and he nodded, letting out a small sigh as you closed the door behind you. he wasn’t exactly sure how he was going to break it to you that the plushie was a bit freaky, but that was a problem he could deal with later. perhaps he’ll surprise you with a new car and then — while you’re overwhelmed with joy — he’ll ask you to take it on a test-drive to the incinerator and throw the plushie inside.
KEIJI AKAASHI
♡ the most supportive boyfriend <3
♡ even if the plushie is literally terrifying, he will try to fix it with marker or just sew/knit a new one
♡ and if y’all have a kid/baby he will show it to them and be like “look! it’s uncle kou..”
♡ and while the baby is all happy and content, he’ll take a video and send it to bokuto, who replies with a video of him making funny faces, for akaashi to show the baby
♡ either way, akaashi will be pleased…
♡ …until his kid starts carrying miniature bokuto everywhere
♡ and whenever you try to take it off them to wash it, they immediately start wailing
♡ it was endearing at first; how they were cuddling with the plushie almost all the time, and how akaashi had a bunch of pictures of mini-bokuto in the most random places bc your kid refused to leave it at home (including the aquarium, the mall, the cinema and the supermarket, sitting on the shelf amongst the towering diet coke bottles)
♡ but it got to the point where you were both afraid that they’d never grow out of it..
♡ but fortunately, once bokuto actually came to visit y’all — and your kid got to see uncle kou in the flesh — they kinda left their plushie in favour of the real deal
♡ even when bokuto had to go back home, your kid spent so much time playing with the toys he brought, they pretty much forgot about the plushie all together
♡ benefits of tiny child brain
♡ but what you and akaashi failed to consider, was the fate of the grimy, tattered bokuto plushie once your kid had given up on it
♡ it was in too poor condition to give to charity, so that only left you with one option…
♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥
“i suppose this is goodbye.” you monologued, watery gaze fixated on the torn plushie in your hands. well, your hands that were protected by two layers of disposable plastic gloves, of course; there was no way in hell you’d touch that thing with your bare palms. not when it was covered with grime, dust, filth and memories.
“don’t be so dramatic, sweetheart.” akaashi chuckled. though he found it endearing that you were almost as attached to the plushie as your baby was, he simply couldn’t bare another second so close to the object without some sort of nose plug; it reeked.
as you stared dejectedly down on the plushie hovering over the endless trash void, akaashi considered swatting the plushie out of your hand and into the garbage to spare some time, but he didn’t dare to touch it without hand protection. “why are we still standing here?”
you sighed, turning the plush to face him with it’s beady eyes, “look, it’s so cute. plus our baby adored it so much, maybe we should keep it for memories’ sake?”
“or maybe we shouldn’t.” akaashi reached up to squeeze his nose shut, which conveyed to the point he was trying to prove.
“yeah.” you said nonchalantly as your grip on the object loosened, allowing it to fall from your hand and join the rest of the trash. though your stare was filled with sorrow, akaashi appeared as though he couldn’t care less, but he did try to force a frown for your sake.
his gentle touch lingered on your back, opposed to holding your hand, “i’m glad our house is free of that stink.” he mused, planting a brief kiss on your cheek before walking inside, likely to feed the baby.
needless to say, you both spent the rest of the night looking through his gallery of photos with the baby and their ex-best friend.
SATORI TENDŌ
♡ worst mistake of your life
♡ he’s a menace
♡ makes it his personal goal to put the poor ushi plushie through everything
♡ at first he did exclusively evil stuff; like putting it through the blender, the washing machine, the oven, encasing it in chocolate etc
♡ like it is wasn’t even for stress-relief or anything- he just thought it was funny
♡ (he even opened up a secret tiktok account to showcase his shenanigans @ushiwakasmoothie )
♡ (and he’d send the tiktoks to ushijima like “yo dude, this guy on tt is DESTORYING your plushies” and ushiwaka is 99% certain it’s tendou making the videos but he still replies “Haha! ” )
♡ but eventually you convinced tendou to be nicer
♡ (so now that he is a changed man he has to make a new account for his cute photos @ushiwakaismyson )
♡ and his feed is mainly comprised of the plushie doing nice things like drinking milkshakes, going on walks, doing yoga, enjoying a bubble bath — generally just the opposite of the hell he was put through earlier
♡ and the account probably becomes really popular too bc who doesn’t want a picture of mini-ushijima riding a toy tractor as their homescreen?
♡ ultimately, all good things must come to an end, though
♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥
trying to take a nice skyline photo with the plushie sat on the balcony railing of tendou’s penthouse wasn’t exactly a smart idea. but who’s to say any of your ideas ever were?
“more to the right.” you mused, staring at the scene through your phone camera, trying to capture a gorgeous shot of the horizon while also keeping the plushie as the focal point.
in tandem with your request, he adjusted it, but not without tossing his head back and letting out an exasperated groan, “my arm fucking hurts.”
yet all you could do was giggle, “i’m almost done.”
“really?” his eyes practically lit up with joy as he jolted to his feet and let go of the plushie in favour of running behind you, peering over your shoulder to peek at the photo you had yet to take.
“i said almost.” you grumbled, just about to snap a shot until a large gust of wind caused your hair to flew over your eyes. once it ceased, time seemed to slow down as you both watched the plushie lose balance on the thin railing, stumbling backwards on it’s uneasy feet until it was gone, over the edge.
the look of concern you both shared after watching the object quickly disappear past the glass barrier quickly morphed into one of stifled delight, “what the fuck—” you cackled, tears brimming at your lashline.
“there he goes!” tendou had to rest a hand upon your shoulder to stop himself from keeling over with laughter, “oh, god—”
this went on for a while until you were both able to successful stand up and repress your snickers enough to form whole sentences again, “should we maybe head down and grab it?” you inquired politely, only to be met with a roll of tendou’s eyes as he guided you back instead.
“…Then, let’s have a redo. I’ll introduce myself again, I’m Kozume Kenma, better known as Kodzuken in the online world. But I let my friends call me Kenma though. Thank you for the apple pie.”
tw/cw: blood (due to the disease), unrequited love (Kenma was friend-zoned by his enamoured, hard).
Hanahaki Disease (花吐き病) is a fictional disease where the victim of an unrequited/one-sided love begins to vomit or cough up petals and flowers of a flowering plant growing in their lungs. It can be cured either if their enamoured reciprocate their feelings of genuine love, or through surgical removal of the plants’ roots (which, sadly, would remove the victim’s capacity for romantic love and may also erase their feelings for and memories of the enamoured); it can be fatal if left untreated. (Wikipedia)
Mysuper-late entry for @kingkatsukix@bakuroo-writings’sFrozen Hearts collab. I was too lazy procrastinating about this (alongside other late collab entries) for months, but something made me think about this disease yesterday so I chose to be violent today /hj made this since late morning. Also tagging @anime-central@hanayanetwork
tw/cw: post-timeskip, domestic fluff, established relationship (reader and Kenma are married here), angry reader (more like pissed-off lol), Kenma is an INTP so reader is either ISFP/ESFP/ISTP/ESTP (see‘one-sided match’below),slight suggestive content in the end, Kenma is (lowkey) a total simp for his s/o.
a/n: remember that MBTI Compatibility tag game that made rounds on Tumblr days ago? Yeah, that. Me and some of my friends and moots were kinda annoyed/pissed by the results that I turned my frustration yesterday about it into writing. Also not me swearing that I won’t do another smau post but… siiiiigh here we go again smh /gentagging@anime-central@hanayanetwork
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this was a self indulgent thing really. it contains dom!yandere!female reader x kenma who was kind of a bully to the reader who has a crush on him. she gets fed up and kidnaps him.
contains: noncon, kidnapping, drugging, degradation, male feminisation, size difference, crying, hair pulling, gagging, pegging, stomach bulge, choking (to the point of almost passing out)
PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS! thank you <3
i hope you enjoy <3
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There was just something about the way Kenma’s face twisted in pain as you pushed the cock into him, his legs shaking as he let out a muffled cry, fat tears rolling down his pale face. “Good boy… Look at you taking my cock, Kozume.” you whispered to him. You had to force the pill down his throat earlier and it hadn’t kicked in yet by the looks of it. You’d been keeping him down here for about a week at the most and it had been a struggle up until now. He couldn’t do anything, arms bound and legs spread. When he had tried to close them, you dug your nails into his flesh and made him wince, forcing them apart again. He hadn’t attempted to do it a second time, the bruises already settling in on his skin. The dildo wasn’t even halfway in, Kenma’s hole clenched around the silicone only for you to place a hand on his throat. “Shhh… C'mon, Kenma. Loosen up for me.” as you spoke, he looked directly at you, his expression that of pure hate. You stared back into his eyes, stroking his face and placing a kiss on his forehead before you grabbed a hold of his thighs, forcing your hips into his.
Kenma’s eyes widened, a pained scream leaving his slicked lips. “Mmfg!” he thrashed and you let go of his legs, reaching up to take the gag off. When you hooked your finger around the leather to pull it down, Kenma managed to bite you. Of course you treated that with a swift slap across his cheek, eyes turning dark as the hand around his neck tightened. He could feel himself going lightheaded, afraid that his face would go purple if you didn’t let up on your grip. “C'mon, Kozume. Don’t be such a stupid little bitch. Lemme fuck your dumb cunt with no interruptions, yeah?” He was still shocked from when you had slapped him on his cheek, eyes teary as he looked up at you in disbelief. “Y-You- Ngh-!” he started to talk, but was interrupted by your harsh thrusts, pushing your strap into him fully, his eyes rolling up into his head as you found his prostate, his mouth opening into a little ‘O’ shape. “Found it. Look at you, look at how you’re taking me into your cute pussy. Oh, look at that~” you whispered the last part, placing your hand on top of his stomach where you could see the head of your strap protruding from his belly. “M-m..ov..e…” he spoke quietly, voice shaky as tears continued to roll down his face and stain his cheeks. “Hm? What was that?” you had heard him clearly, but wanted to drag it out of him again. “M-Move.. Get it over with already… I give up..” he was quiet, no trace of disobedience in his eyes. You grabbed his hips, turning him onto his stomach and snapping your hips into his, making his body lurch forward and buried his face in the covers. You grabbed onto faux blonde tips, pulling his hair in time with your harsh thrusts while he let out tiny little mewls. You then came to the realisation that the drug had kicked in, his body hot and mind hazy. “G'nna-!.. Cummm..~!” he gasped, biting down onto the blankets underneath him. “You’re clenching down on my cock like a whore, Kenma. Maybe I’ll reward you by getting you a present huh? My good kitty slut deserves a present.” you said to him, leaning forward and grabbing his chin, lips almost connected, “Hm? What about your friend Kuroo, huh? I bet you’d love to have him down here with you. Maybe he can fuck you too-” you were interrupted by his body quivering, legs shivering while he let out a drawn out and loud moan, cumming onto the sheets beneath him. You pulled out, his hole gaping and cock twitching, his body slumped aftershocks making his body spasm. You leaned forward, forcing his mouth open so he could kiss you, sliding your tongue into his mouth while he tried to suck on it desperately, whimpering when you pulled away from him. What a good fucktoy you had. Now to put the plan in motion on how you were going to get Kuroo to come down to Kenma’s room.
