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hii! can i get a kuroo or akaashi (up to you hehe) scenario where they got a new manager girl and he is intimidated by her sharp features but then he saw the way she smiles at the other members and he just fell in love with her(灬º‿º灬)♡ thank you in advance! have a nice day and saty safe!(ʃƪ＾3＾）

Due to the use of cute emojis, I will be writing this request with utmost haste.

Enjoy!!

Intimidate. (Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader)

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“...so what do you think of our new manager?” 

“Lev, you’re absolutely terrible at whispering. Shut up.” 

“Kenma! She might hear you!” 

“I- you know what, I’m leaving. I hope you’re never able to properly receive.” 

Kuroo Tetsurou was not the kind of guy who was easily intimidated by anything. In fact, he was the kind of guy who dragged his friends into scary movies and haunted houses, willing to step up to the challenge. 

So just what was this?

When Coach Nekomata had waved you inside the gym, you had a solemn expression on your face, your blank gaze reading business. Your features were pretty, no doubt about that, but the way your face seemed to be stiffened into one that screamed of being inconvenienced was enough for Lev to audibly gulp from next to Kenma. But Kuroo being Kuroo first viewed you as he viewed most things: 

a challenge. 

Sidling up to you, Kuroo took the spot next to you on the bleachers smoothly, introducing himself as the captain (to which you briskly nodded in response) and rested his chin on his palm, feral eyes sparkling with interest. 

“So just what in your life was so uninteresting that you needed to come manage this lot of idiots?” 

“...I needed a club activity. It isn’t very nice to call your team idiots, by the way.” 

Your stern tone made Kuroo feel like he was being scolded, and he laughed out loud before noticing you were just simply staring at your clipboard, eyes scanning the plays wordlessly as your face betrayed no emotion. 

“...Right.” Kuroo nods, standing up quickly to walk away from you. “Well, it was nice meeting you...Y/N?” 

“Likewise.” 

And business-like you were. 

Kuroo releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he jogged back to a snickering Yaku, a hand running through his messy raven hair as he glanced back at you. 

A little no fun, aren’t you? 

What these boys didn’t realize it was simply because you were just as nervous as they were, and you didn’t know how to act towards a bunch of boys known for their rowdiness. 

For the first few weeks, you proved to be a pretty efficient manager, some of the boys on your team becoming used to your stiff nature and simply acting friendly towards you regardless. 

“Y/N! Do you need help with the towels?” 

“Morisuke, it’s alright-” 

You were on a first name basis with Yaku?

Kuroo quirked an eyebrow as his friend jogged to meet you before you ducked out into the store room, wondering how Yaku got on your good side while he hadn’t even been able to hold a steady conversation with you after you scolded him. 

Maybe you were finally warming up to the team?

Kuroo continues to watch you come out with a chuckling Yaku, your eyes meeting his quickly before you arch a fine brow in his direction. 

The captain looks away, feeling nervousness rise in his chest.

Scratch that. 

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“SHIT, Lev! Are you okay?!”  

It had been a brutal match, one that led to the usual fast boy’s face getting pummeled with a ball head on in the middle of the second set. His fast reflexes were no match to the speed of the spiker on the other team, who looked a little too proud of himself for knocking the first year off the court. 

Kuroo grits his teeth as Lev struggles to stand. He couldn’t say anything. Foul words would lead to- 

“Are you fucking with me right now?!” 

Hazel eyes blinked, and you were kneeling by Lev’s side with your infamous pointed glare (you had used it on Kenma to get into practice) directed towards the spiker, who deadass gulped in fear of the pointedness of your angered stare. 

Right. You were the manager. What could the ref do to you? Nothing. 

“You better pray that was an accident, number 6! If it wasn’t, what happens to you later- I swear to God- won’t be!” 

“I-It was an accident!” The brunette boy stutters, seeming to curse himself for stuttering. “I-” 

“Not another word.” You hiss, and Nekoma all exchange surprised glances with one another as you used a towel to gently dab at Lev’s nose before pulling him to his feet with a strength no one knew you had. Lev blushes as you wrap an arm around his waist to support him. 

“(Y/N), I still need to-!” 

“Hey.” Your tone was gentle, and your eyes were softer, causing the captain’s jaw to slack slightly as your lips stretched out into something none of them had witnessed before. Ever. 

A smile. 

Lev shuts his mouth, cheeks blooming roses as you offer him your words of comfort. 

“The faster I make sure you’re okay, the faster you’ll be able to come back. I’d rather you leave now with the chance of coming back healed, then stay in and injure yourself more.” 

Lev started to tear up. From frustration or his now-growing crush on you, he couldn’t tell. 

Kuroo smirked a little as you passed by, flashing him a look that said, You better win this, Tetsurou. 

Strangely, the captain was even more energized when he slammed down his spikes, feeling like if he won, maybe he’d get to see it too. And maybe, just maybe.

It would be directed towards him. 

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“Y/N!” 

“Lev, how’s your nose?” 

The game had ended victoriously, and the tall russian boy had come bounding up to you after the bus ride home, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he allowed you to assess the bandaging. 

“Go home and sleep. I mean it.” You say, and Lev nods like a little puppy before walking off with a laughing Inuoka.

“That was pretty cool of you, Y/N.” Yaku flashes a thumbs up your way alongside an agreeing Kai, grins on both their faces as you can’t help but managea little one back, causing both boys to drop their grins immediately. 

“W-What?” 

“Nothing! I uh, get home safe, Y/N!” Yaku stammers out, dragging a confused Kai with him as he bolts off in the direction of his home, leaving you to notice Yamamoto stammering to himself, a blush on his cheeks as he did so.

“Yamamoto-Kun?” 

“I...I’m really glad you’re our manager!” 

It was your turn to blush as the captain smirks from the side of you, and Kuroo has to swallow thickly when you smile your prettiest smile of the night in all of their direction. 

“I’m glad I am too.” 

Kenma glances at his gaping childhood friend, releasing a little sigh before turning to you. “Y/N-san, could you make sure the gym lights are turned off before you head home?” 

You nod quickly, turning on your heel to break into a steady jog in the gym’s direction as Kenma shoves Kuroo, who was staring at your retreating figure with pink dusted on his cheeks. 

“What are you doing? You look like a creep. Go talk to her.” 

“W-What? Huh? She’s scary, Kenma. Say it with me, scaaaary-” 

“I think it’s more scary that you don’t know what kind of faces you make when you look at her. Now go, I made this opportunity. Don’t be dumb.” 

“...Kenma, that’s like the most you’ve said to me in a week. Are you being a supportive friend right-?” 

“Kuroo, I will not hesitate to call her back this moment-” 

“Right! I forgot something in the gym, you lot head ahead without me!” 

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“Toss me my pads, will you?” 

You jump at the sound of the voice, relaxing slightly when you see that familar head of raven hair. Kuroo smirks, uncrossing his arms as he pushes off his leaning posture on the doorway as you bend and grab his knee pads. 

“...I saw the end of the set when I came back with Lev.” You mumble, looking down at your feet as you hand him his pads. “You were really cool. Lev was shouting like a madman, but I don’t blame him.” 

Kuroo’s breath hitches when you lift your face. The once stiff features were completely relaxed, giving way for your prettiness to shine through even more. 

“I’m really, really happy I’m managing this talented team.” 

The captain struggles to find the right words. The thing he said earlier? About the smile before being the prettiest of the night?

He was wrong. 

Your eyes were slightly crinkled, and your lips stretched prettily. For him. Kuroo suddenly sighs, feeling something bouncing around his chest fiercely as he palms his face, covering his eyes.

“K-Kuroo-senpai-?” 

“Kuroo.” The captain says, looking away off to the side with red on his cheeks. “Just call me Kuroo.” 

“Alright Kuroo, can I say something?”

No, you might kill me. 

“Go for it.”

“You lead this team well. I can tell they all look up to you...it makes me feel like I can too. You know? Be apart of something like this?” 

Yeah. You killed him.

“A-Alright, can I say something now?” Kuroo takes a careful step towards you, heart pounding in his chest as you blink at the proximity between the two of you.

“Uh, go for it?” 

“You’re pretty when you smile.” 

Kuroo didn’t know what he was expecting. But it wasn’t for you to smile even wider, a bashful blush on your cheeks as it was your turn to look off to the side. The captain feels it all at once. Realization. 

Shit. 

“You think?” 

Shit. Shit.

“Y-yeah.” 

Shit. Shit. Shit. 

“I’ll keep that in mind...Kuroo.” Your eyes close when you smile this time, and you make your way around him and out the door, leaving Kuroo to stare at the now empty space before him as he lifts a hand to clench at the clothed part of his chest that covered his now pounding heart. 

He sighs, turning to bolt in your direction. 

“What-?”

“You’re crazy if you think I’m letting you walk home alone, little lady.” 

Yeah. You weren’t a challenge. 

You were something he wanted to pursue. 

So you like ‘Samu better, huh…. allow me to change your mind

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Marks: A Klaus Mikaelson Imagine

Request from Anon: Hi there! Could I please request a Klaus x Reader were the reader is a werewolf and they are both really territorial of each other and really touchy?? Sorry if it doesn’t make sense!

So this is going to be a little suggestive, just in case you couldn’t tell from the gif. Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x 

She was his own personal canvas, one that he painted not with a brush but with his skin, with his lips, his tongue, his teeth. On her he painted words of love, of adoration, of desire. On her he painted pictures that would only be seen if he wanted them to, marks that were just for him and marks that would act his signature; that would tell the rest of the world that she was his little masterpiece. Priceless and unattainable. One of a kind.

If anyone dared to touch her, to try to claim her for their own, well, Klaus Mikaelson had no doubt that they wouldn’t live to see the light of day. 

He knew his signature, his marks on her, would soon fade, the powers of supernatural healing coming into play. She would leave similar ones on him, and as he looked down at himself, he saw that the ones she had left only moments earlier, the ones that claimed him as only and utterly hers, had already vanished. He smiled at that, knowing that soon enough they would be replaced, visible or not.

The marks they left on each other weren’t always of colour, instead remaining inside each other’s hearts, in their souls, the feeling of lips lingering on skin, of fingers tracing and touching everywhere they could reach, of that moment when they would become one. 

There was a string between them, sparking with electricity, drawing them closer and closer together until just being close wasn’t enough, a possessiveness between them that could sometimes cause more trouble than good. It sometimes cleared out the house, the Mikaelson siblings sensing the tension between them, the need to have each other in any way they wished. It could cause fear on the streets of New Orleans, citizens of the city being terrified just to even look in the direction of the hybrid and the werewolf knowing that the slightest glance could spark that territorial aspect that resided in their animalistic natures. 

“What are you thinking about?”, Klaus looked up from his position in the doorway, arms folded over his bare chest. He could still feel her touches on his skin, the way she adorned him with her kisses, her nose trailing down his stomach on the way to places where he desired her most. He felt her teeth scrape against him as she left her mark, her tongue meeting his as she found her way back to his lips, his hand clutching her hair as he flipped them over, having his turn with her, using the other hand to take his time to explore the body that he already knew so well. 

Y/N lay in bed, the sheets barely covering her, one hand reaching up to stroke her neck, to touch where he had nipped at her skin, at that place where he knew he would get the most out of her. Her hair was ruffled, tangled by his fingers where he had held her in place after she had fallen to her knees, and her legs were exposed to him. He could see the echoes of his fingerprints on her thighs when he had gripped her tightly, the bed not having been the first choice of location the first time around. 

He looked at her eyes, bright and loving, staring up at him as if he was the only thing that mattered. He knew that was certainly how he felt about her. He looked at her lips, licking his own as the craving to kiss her overtook him, one that he would have to hold back, but only for a little while. He thought about the breaths that had escaped those lips in their moments together, how she had said his name as if it carried her life force, how in those final moments it had sent him over the edge, something he would never get tired of feeling. 

“Only you,” he walked over to the bed, lying beside her and pulling her close. A hum of satisfaction escaped him as she placed a gentle kiss on his chest, her fingers reaching up to drum against his tattoo. The sheet covering her had slipped slightly, and as Klaus looked down to kiss her head, he caught a glimpse of what awaited him if she continued to touch him like she was. He had never wanted anything more. 

The drumming on his chest was soon followed by another kiss, this one longer and deeper, and when Klaus felt her teeth at his skin once again, a fellow artist at work as she created another mark on him, that familiar pull of possessiveness clawed its way into his brain, into his blood, into his soul. The arm that was wrapped around Y/N slid down her back, his finger tracing her spine causing her to squirm in his grasp. He took the opportunity to tilt her head up towards him, capturing her lips in his own. 

He devoured her in an instant as the two found themselves in a familiar position. Hands and mouths soon wandered, bodies and souls moving together as hearts became one. 

Klaus painted on his canvas once again, leaving his marks all over her, letting the world know that Y/N was his masterpiece. 

And that he was hers. 

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