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tojiphile · 8 months

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you don't need other boys when you have him, your daddy’s best friend. he’s everything you’d ever need and more, better than all the boys—he’s a man. a good man. these are the words he croons into your ear every time he sneaks into your room late at night, slipping an arm around your waist and his cock in your eagerly waiting cunt.

it all started when you had a fight with your dad. even though your dad was hosting his own birthday party, you sulked all night. your dad didn’t try to hide his own snide comments, so why should you? you didn’t greet guests nor help out, instead choosing to use your phone, drink as much booze as you could and retire to your bedroom early.

as you lay in bed, you could still hear the reverberations of music and the boisterous laugh of middle aged men and women alike. you groaned and covered your head with a pillow, trying to drown out the noise. so when he knocked on your door, opened it when you didn’t answer, and walked in, you jumped when the weight shifted on your bed as he sat down.

“i didn’t mean to scare you,” he says kindly, lending you a smile, “you just seemed… off, today. i wanted to check in on you.”

you sit up. this man was your dad’s best friend of years. not having any kids of his own, he spoilt you rotten. he bought you all the toys and pretty dresses that your dad refused to, arguing that they were too expensive before throwing money at gambling or whatever new woman walked into his life. as you grew up, you couldn’t help but develop a soft spot for him. when you sat still and pretty during dinners and parties, nodding along like a good girl your father demanded you be, your eyes always fell on him. his charming disposition, the way he chided your father like no one else could, and the way he’d always put food on your plate first, giving you a wink as you said thank you wordlessly.

of course, when your friends would talk about dilfs, your mind would never go to your father, the deadbeat dad who provided nothing for you. instead, you would always think about him. his salt and pepper hair that he ran his calloused hands through, smile lines set on his face more defined than any wrinkles, his toned body that you would dream about, touch yourself to every night. you were suddenly conscious that you weren’t wearing a bra. nor shorts.

“i’m fine.” you pull your blanket up to cover your chest. maybe it was the six pack of beer or the cask strength whiskey, but your head was pounding, and your heart was racing. he put a large hand on your thigh. your blanket hid your bare skin from his, but his gentle touch already sent heat pooling in your lower body.

“i’m sorry about your dad,” he says, “he’s an idiot.” he rubs your thigh reassuringly, perhaps innocently unaware of what he’s doing to you, “he doesn’t know how to treat a woman. much less his perfect daughter.”

you flush. was he really saying this? he continues, “i’ve tried to tell him so many times, y’know? how amazing you are, so filial, better than so many other daughters this day and age. he keeps blaming it on your mum leaving but god, that shouldn’t be a fucking excuse.”

he’s working himself up, you can tell as his brow furrows, his arms tense. it feels good to be validated, especially when your father was so unmoving. you place a hand on his toned arm, “i’m fine, but thanks.”

“but you shouldn’t be fine!” he stands up, pacing. you internally bemoan the loss of contact, “if i was your dad, i’d never treat you this way,” he sits back down softly, brushing a stray hair behind your ear, “if you were mine, i’d take care of you.”

his flushed face is inches from yours, you can smell the whiskey on his breath and see the heat in his gaze, almost blazing. he cups your face gently, eyes studying your face before falling back to your eyes, “you’re perfect, so beautiful.” you hold his gaze, you don’t know where this is going but you don’t want this moment to end.

the moment ends when you both hear your father yell and a beer bottle break. he must have lost in a game of poker. before you can react, your father’s best friend shoots up, “i’m sorry,” he trudges towards your bedroom door, “i shouldn’t have come up.”

his hand is already on your door handle and your mouth acts before your brain can stop it, “no.” he turns to look at you.

your pull the blanket off, revealing your bare legs, nipples perky against your thin shirt, “stay.”

his breath hitches, and you can see his pants tightening. he can’t peel his eyes away from you but he manages to mutter, “it’s wrong.”

you turn your body to his, spreading your legs and placing your feet on the bed, exposing your core to him.

“please.”

whatever self control he had left seems to have evaporated at the pleading sound of your voice as he clicks your door lock into place and races over to your bed, forcing you to lie flat as he climbs on top of you, slotting himself between your spread legs, trapping you under him.

“you’re beautiful,” he whispers, leaning down to press featherlight kisses on your neck, “so beautiful.” you gasp as a hand grips your waist, running down the side of your figure.

“but this is wrong…” he tries to pull away but you stop him. “i don’t care.” you yank him by the front of his shirt, pulling all his weight on top of you as you press your lips together, running your hands down his broad back. he takes a second to react but follows your lead, he nips at your bottom lip and as you moan, he slips his tongue into your mouth.

he breaks away from the kiss, sitting up to pull off his shirt, revealing his defined abs. you let yourself feel him, reveling in the feeling. he leans back down, gaze never leaving yours but just as your lips are are about to meet, he stops. you can’t help but whine, though the sound is replaced by a gasp as a calloused hand cups you through your panties.

“you’re already soaked,” he laughs, “good girl.”

embarrassed but so unbelievably desperate, you let out a sigh, “only for you, daddy.”

he scoffs, “i know.” he pulls your panties aside, revealing your puffy pussy, “this isn’t the first time i’ve come up to your room.” he spreads you with his fingers, and you shut your eyes in anticipation, “i tried to find you last week to say goodbye but your walls are really thin. i heard you call out my name.”

the last time he was over, he must have come from the gym as his damp hair along with the tightest compression shirt you’d ever seen was enough for you to squeak out a tiny “excuse me”, before running to your room before you creamed yourself right there at the dinner table.

he slips two fingers into your greedy cunt, snapping you back to reality. he moves slowly, but his long, slender digits worked their magic, loosening you up while hitting at that spongy spot inside you. his thumb finds your clit and moves in small circles, causing your brain to short circuit. he hadn’t done much but the pleasure is insurmountable, the whole situation overwhelms you, and you find your core tightening, close. “cum for me,” he kisses down your neck, sucking near your collarbone. at his okay, you chase your release, writhing under him as his fingers continue working.

“so good for daddy,” he kisses you as you pant softly.

he slips his fingers out of your cunt and display them to you, slick and dripping. “messy girl.” you squirm as he spreads his fingers, showing off your viscous juices. he maintains eye contact with you as he takes his own digits in his mouth, sucking them clean, tasting you.

"sweet, just like you." he proclaims, booping your nose with the same finger that was just in his mouth seconds earlier. “can you take more?”

you nod. he grins, pressing a chaste kiss onto your lips. he sits up, one hand caressing your face and the other unbuckling his belt. he pulls it off in a swift motion, but before he can begin unbuttoning his pants, you move your hand to do so. "allow me," you smile up at him, puppy eyes glinting.

"someone's excited." he laughs, moving his hand to allow you to work on his buttons. his other hand, still on your face, makes its way down slowly, before his grip finally rests on your neck.

you unbutton his jeans and are faced with his grey underwear, straining from his bulge. “keep going,” he nudges you with his free hand. you pull at his waistband, allowing his cock to spring free. it’s thick, veiny, and big, bigger than any of the other boys’ you’d ever been with. tentatively, you wrap a hand around his length, causing him to hiss softly. your thumb doesn’t meet your fingers, so as you start pumping him slowly, up and down, you have to use two hands to grip him tight.

“god, you’re amazing,” he says with a sigh, giving your neck a gentle squeeze, gazing at you like you’re the most beautiful thing that’s ever crossed his sight. when you meet his eyes you can’t help but look away. still, you manage a whisper, “i- i want you.”

“say that again?” he asks, distracted by your hands working to unravel him. you flush.

“i want you…” you meet his eyes, “…in me.”

he barks out a laugh, spurred on by your boldness, “anything for you.”

he moves to stand up, shrugging off his bottoms. he moves to your bedside table and rummages around, looking for something. “any condoms?”

you shake your head. “i must have ran out. are you clean?”

he laughs. “considering you’re the first person i’ve fucked in a few years, i’d hope so.”

“good,” you hide a cheeky smile, before giving him your best puppy dog eyes, “because i really, really want daddy to give me his babies.”

with a raise of an eyebrow, he accepts the challenge. he always loves you best when you’re confident. makes him want to ruin you. he climbs back over you, spreading your thighs apart and aligning the tip of his cock with your dripping cunt.

he looks at you for your approval, and at your nod, he pushes his tip in. you gasp at the stretch, his thick cock opening you up like a present. you wanted him, no, needed him to fill you up, to make you feel so, so full.

you rut into him and he gets the hint, pushing himself deeper into you. it starts to feel painful, and you clench around him, trying to seek some relief. your fluttering walls make him feel so good, too good. he could feel himself coming close. “don’t do that!” he warns, but it comes out more as a moan.

you disobey, of course, and squeeze tighter. wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him in deeper, causing you both to breathe in a sharp intakes of breath. any pain had evaporated into the pooling warmth in your stomach.

both of you stay in that position for a while, eyes locked. “fuck it,” he growls under his breath, grabbing onto your waist and pulling your body away from his, before snapping it back. he’s thrusting in, and pulling you off, all while his curved cock continues to hit that sweet, sweet spot that makes you see stars. you almost fall limp, but wanting to prove yourself, you start fucking yourself on his cock, lifting your hips and trying to move yourself to ease his load.

“such a good, a good girl. my good girl. my girl. my girl. mine.” he chants it like a mantra, each syllable a beat he moved along to as he fucked you silly. “who owns you?”

“you, daddy!”

he places a hand on your bare stomach and squeezes. following the curve of your body, he finds your breast. he takes your whole boob in his big hand, squeezing it so tightly it hurt. he moves to play with your nipples, rolling it around between calloused fingers, pebbling it. you moan and arch your back, allowing him to sink deeper into you.

“what a good girl you are, huh? fucking yourself on his cock. my pretty, pliant girl. ‘m gonna fill you up with my babies. wanna see your cute little stomach swell.” he lifts one of your legs, tucking it over his shoulder, allowing him to go even deeper than you thought he could. you’re squirming, trying to keep up with his relentless pounding but god it’s too much. his hand wanders your body, gripping at your tender flesh. he wants to feel you, every part of you.

just the thought makes the pooling heat in your stomach come to a boil, your toes curling, you cry out, “i’m gonna cum!” he continues fucking you, his stamina never letting up, “cum for me, my pretty girl, i’m close too.”

the pleasure is building to a climax and as he places a hand on your neck and squeezes, you feel your high washing over you, cunt convulsing over his cock. his grip doesn’t release, and black spots start to cover your vision, making you let out a shaky moan.

as he looks down at you, back arching and falling while he fucked you through your orgasm, the obscene sight of your precious body squirming under him is what takes him over the edge. he’s cumming into you, warm jets of white shooting straight into your cunt. his head empty other than his relentless thoughts, “mine, mine, mine, mine, mine.”

you both reach that peak together, gripping onto each other for dear life. when you’re all done, he presses a deep kiss on your lips and slips his softening cock out of you, rolling to lie by your side. still, greedily, he pushes his cum back into you, “take it all.”

he opens up and lets you roll into his arms. he places a gentle kiss on your forehead, and smooths out your tangled hair. you both lie there in comfortable silence, your eyes falling shut and his focused on you. soon, your breathing became even. when you fall asleep, he rolls himself out of your bed, looking down at your sleeping form, so peaceful and worry-free. he wants you to look like that always. slowly, he gets himself dressed to rejoin your dad’s party downstairs. tucking you in, he presses one final kiss on your head and whispers,

“good girl.”

GETO SUGURU, gojo satoru, zhongli, hajime iwaizumi, NANAMI KENTO, tetsuro kuroo, aki hayakawa

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rinsaint · 2 years

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PERVY HAIKYUU BOYS <33

ft. suna, atsumu, && kuroo !! part 2 part 3

cw. THIS IS FILTHY, fem!reader, masturbation, panties being took, thinking of reader in a sexual way, pillow fucking, jerking off to readers voice without them knowing, nonconsensual pictures being took of reader, sniffing !! lmk if you guys want a part two with diff characters <3

SUNA RINTARO: Suna is a little sneaky bastard. He’s the most sneakiest out of those two. He definitely goes to your instagram and jerks off to your pictures. He does it often and he doesn’t feel no remorse about it. On the days that you were a cute little skirt when you two are going out, he would always let you go first up a pair of stairs because “ladies first” was always his excuse. But no, he just wanted to watch your skirt rise up as you walk up the stairs. Seeing your cute little panties and the imprint of your cunt that has him watering at the mouth. He would sneak out his photo to snap a few pics of it and when you reach the top of the stairs he lets out an innocent smile. Once he gets home he sits down on his gaming chair and thinks of the pictures he took. He would take out his cock and stroke it, looking at the photo. He would cum all over his phone but really, he doesn’t care. Your plump ass and your cute pink panties is all that he cares about. It has him coming in no time. He just wishes it was you, pumping his cock, he just wishes it was you playing with the tip of his cock. He just wishes it was you. All he wants is to stuff his cock inside you and he can’t even do that <\33.

ATSUMU MIYA: This guys definitely steals your panties. The first time when he’s over at your house he tells you he needs to go to the bathroom. He goes into the bathroom and as he’s taking a piss he notices a clothing basket and sees a pair of your panties he presumed. He gulped as he flushed the toilet pulling up his pants. He walks towards the basket and takes your panties into his hands, and fuck— there’s a stain on it. He brings it close to his face and takes a sniff making his mouth water imagining what you taste like. Ever since then, he has been taking your panties using them to make him cum. One of your panties around his cock, and one of the other being licked and sniff by him. And he knows it’s wrong but for it feels so good. HE DEFINITELY TRIES TO STEAL YOUR BRAS. i just have a feeling. Whenever you two are talking, you fail to notice him adverting his gaze to your exposed boobs wondering how it would feel for him to grab ahold of it, and suck on your pretty nipple, making moans from you come out. And thus, he would wanna steal one of your bras to also jerk off to it lmao. And he’s such a pussy to ask you out so this is the only way to help him cope </3

KUROO TESTSURO: Kuroo is sneaky but not as sneaky as suna. Kuroo always loves to touch you. it doesn’t matter where but he just wants to feel you. When he has to get pass you, he grabs your hips purposely saying, “excuse me angel” because he loves to see your flustered state. Thinking about how flustered you would be when he has you under him, cock piercing in and out of your tight and wet cunny. He also loves to brush his hands against your breast. And he always says that it’s an accident and apologises, but it’s really not and he’s not sorry. All he wants to do is grab your breast and just suck on them until you beg him to touch you. But sadly, that isn’t reality, so he has to cope by listening to your pretty little voice on the phone. Sounds normal right? Well it’s not because on the other side of the phone, kuroo is stroking and playing with himself to your voice. And he let’s out a groan as you stretch and moan telling him you had a crazy and tired day. And fuck, that his is dick throbbing. He just wants you so bad he doesn’t know what to do with himself <\33. He’s also one of those cheesy people who likes to share straws with you, he thinks that you two are technically kissing and that’s just enough for him to think about that when he’s humping into his pillow, thinking about your soft lips kissing on his neck, his face, his lips, his cock.

#would this be considerate dark content #i have no clue #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu hcs #kuroo smut #kuroo x reader #suna smut #suna x reader #atsumu smut #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #suna rintaro x reader #kuroo testsuro x reader

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chrollohearttags · 2 years

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something about a man being vocal and talking you through it is so..😩 like imagine being fucked and overstimulated to the point of near unconsciousness, hanging on by a thread while being doted on, given constant affirmation and being guided through how to get that final nut. Especially when he’s so gentle about it I just can’t!

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“F-fuckkk..I’m so close, baby..”

the words seeping from between your lips with baited breath and faint tone. It’s the only coherent sentence you’ve been able to utter in the past five minutes outside of high pitched cries and curse words.

but believe, you didn’t have to say anything because he already knows..from the way that tight cunt is swelling and clamping his cock, he knows you’re mere minutes away from making a mess all over it.

honestly, you were already such a pretty sight..sweat beading atop your forehead, tears running down your cheeks and your little mouth wide agape. So much so, you’re drooling.

not in a gross way but as a result of his fingers constantly being brushed across your tongue as he shoves them in and out relentlessly. Something about watching you gag on them while he’s balls deep inside of you is so sexy.

the bed is pounding the headboard underneath your connected bodies and the room is filled with sounds of your love making but none of that matters; nothing else matters except the beauty beside him.

your smooth brown leg draped across his hip as he thrusts into you relentlessly. Hitting you from the side with long, deep strokes that had you creaming and spasming all over him.

you’re far beyond overstimulated, it’s really a miracle you’re still going but as long as he was fucking you, he would decide when you got to stop.

as loving and caring as he was, he couldn’t help but to fuck you like a slut.

“I know baby, it’s alright..” whispering in your ear and leaving a trail of kisses on it as well. It’s very evident you won’t be able to last much longer so he knows exactly what has to be done.

even if it means resisting the urge to toy with you as he always does.

shifting a little more so that he could get a proper look at your face. He even clutches his palm around your throat and forces you to stare into his eyes. The only downside to this is how beautiful you look and he knows that if he makes eye contact, he’s not going to be able to stand it.

but the resolve he has to make sure you cum first outweighs his own desires. The entire time, he’s still feeding you those soft kisses and breathing all heavy. Truthfully, he was as much of a wreck as you were but he couldn’t come undone quite yet.

it’s not fair: on one hand, you feel as if you’re about to explode and can’t take another second but that dick pulsating in between your tight bundle of nerves is so good that you don’t want him to stop.

“D-daddy..I can’t—no more…” whimpering as you press a trembling hand to his abs. But you’re so cute, it does nothing but make him want to fuck you into that mattress even harder.

by now, his thrusts have slowed into an agonizing pace. You’re still clamping down on it and your pussy is throbbing from the ache of constant pounding.

bathing you in gentle kisses, those strokes continue as he soothes your cries. Legs are trembling so badly, they’ve practically become useless so he scoops them up and pins them back. He’s in complete control..doing every bit of the work to make sure you completely fall apart for him.

“You’re taking me so good, baby..why quit now?” taunting you with rhetorical statements. Meanwhile, the pace has become rough with very brunt thrusting. He’s starting to crack but you’re at your limit.

puddles of milky white arousal are pouring from your pussy and luckily, he’s feeling generous..tracing tiny circles on your clit and returning those gentle kisses to your face, he begins speaking those affirming commands into your ears.

“But since you really can’t hold back..squeeze down..and when I tell you…” you were losing your mind and any bit of restraint you may have had left..trying to hold back that orgasm.

luckily, you had no need to. Between those soft pecks and sweet words, he gave the command you had been awaiting.

“Let it go for me, pretty girl..don’t hold back..” the second you did, he held you close to his body, letting you release every drop of that pent up, sweet nectar spilled onto the sheets and his aching cock.

flailing in his arms, you’d lose all control and function of yourself for a moment, crying from the swelling pressure being let out. You’d repeatedly thank him for allowing you to orgasm and he’d only continue to tell you how much of a good girl you had been..how proud he was.

you on the other hand, unable to believe that the same man was drilling you only moments ago.

breathing heavily, you’d turn to face him and nuzzle your face into his neck, trying to come down from the high. He simply chuckles, planting soft pecks on your forehead.

“You did well..now let’s get you cleaned up.”

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levi ackerman, nanami kento, gojo satoru, eren jaeger, kyojuro rengoku, daiki aomine, reiner braun, bokuto kotaro, tetsuro kuroo, daiki aomine,

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chikaras-garden · 1 year

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Patience

Your boyfriend finds out that you’re secretly working for a rival mafia family. It’s only right that he teaches you a lesson for spying on him.

Pairing: mafia!Kuroo x fem!reader

Words: 2.4k

Contains: dubcon, mafia!Kuroo, dom!Kuroo, mean!Kuroo, brat!reader, fingering, piv sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, sex as punishment, roughness, manhandling, desk sex, K calls R “kitten,” “little girl,” and “naughty girl”

Notes: 18+ or you’ll be blocked, also on ao3

“You’re lucky I’m patient.”

Tetsuro stands in the doorway of the office—his office. You’re not sure how long he’s been there, but you’re certain he just caught you digging through papers on his desk, on top of the fact that you’re not even supposed to be in here at all. Ever. That was rule number one of being with him, not that you ever had any intention of following it.

You involuntarily gasp, stuffing the papers in your hands behind your back. His eyes lazily glance between your hidden arms and your face; somewhere between the quirk of his eyebrow and downturn of his lips, you know you’re caught.

Closing your eyes, you expect to be yelled at. Thrown out of the room. Locked away. Worse. That’s what other men you’ve dealt with—done this to—would have done to you, anyway.

But, Tetsuro’s voice is even, only clouded by the shadow of disappointment.

Suddenly, that voice is right next to the shell of your ear. What he says sends electricity down your spine, sends the papers falling to the floor, sends your fingers reaching for his chest. “I wasn’t told you were going to misbehave.”

You feel his arms cage you in, one hand on either side of your hips, fingers drumming on the solid wood of his desk. He doesn’t touch you. He won’t do it, he never has, and that stirs something in between frustration and need in your stomach.

“Look at me.”

His hazel eyes are dark and analytical, tinted by the shroud of catching the one woman he’s let into his life in the act of betraying him. Your lips part, trembling, and it isn’t his rage, sadness, or bloodlust that channels fear into you.

It’s his complete lack of them.

“So you steal information from me, pass it off to…” when you don’t answer, he sighs, the first sign of his real annoyance at you, as if you’re no more bothersome than a delayed train. “...whoever you’re working for, not that the list of people who’d want to screw me over is short.”

Tetsuro tilts his head, and his voice follows to the shell of your other ear, his breath grazing your cheekbone. He speaks quietly, every syllable so perfectly measured to show you that he’s in control. It’s eerie, and you swallow hard at the realization.

“Then what, kitten? Did you think you were smart enough that I’d never find out?”

You let out a shuddering breath while your eyes slip closed again. This close, you smell his cologne: it’s cold, but still burns your nose—peppermint and sage. You tilt your head back, baring your neck to him like an offer: Does he dare to take it?

“Fuck,” he whispers, realizing what you’re thinking as soon as it crosses your mind. “You just wanted my attention, didn’t you?”

Caught both in the act and with your true intentions, you nod.

He starts laughing.

It starts with a chuckle that fights its way out of his chest, but it swiftly melts into real laughter more genuine than you’ve ever heard from him. Your eyes fly open, and you spot a mean, self-satisfied grin. But, behind that, you see eyes ablaze with an echo of the need swirling in your stomach.

Your toes curl. Every layer of clothing you’re wearing is starting to feel hot, like it’s burning. You reach a hand back, fingers extending behind you until they touch skin: his skin, which burns as hot as yours.

He stares at you with an intensity that would scare anyone else, but you’ve grown accustomed to his nuances. “Gonna have to make you regret this, you know.”

Oh, you know. And you’re hoping he makes good on that threat in ways that surprise the very excitable imagination you’ve been developing since the moment you met him. So, you egg him on. “Are you sure you’re the right man for the job? I mean, I did get this far…”

Before you can finish, he grabs you by the hips and hoists you on top of his desk, paperwork be damned. You’re stunned threefold: first by his strength, second by his speed, and third by his lips capturing yours while your mouth is still open, ready to accept his tongue.

This kiss is more intoxicating than anything you’ve ever felt before. Your head swims, and you reach for him to tether yourself to this Earth before the feeling of him sends you straight to the moon. Your fingers wind into his hair, and you tug without thinking. Just that little action, so innocent compared to all the ways you’ve thought about him, makes him moan into your mouth.

His fingers, long and roughed up by who knows what, make quick work of your clothes. Shirt, up and over your head. Bra, tossed across the room. Skirt, pooled on the floor. Panties, dangling from your ankle. You thought removing clothes would make you feel better, cool you off, keep your head on straight, but the air in Tetsuro’s office burns hot with your need for more, more, more.

You need him to give you what you want. He needs you to make him do so, evidently.

“Tetsuro,” you whine, fighting against the kisses he places to the corner of your mouth. “Tetsuro, please, please.”

His hands massage into the soft skin of your thighs, spreading you wide so he can fit easily in between them. There’s an unforgiving gap between your pussy and his still-clothed dick; though it must only be as wide as your fist, it feels like it’s a whole ocean across, like you can’t just reach out and bring him to you.

“Naughty girls don’t get what they want.” Although he’s teasing you, his chest rises and falls with heavy panting. It’s a struggle to keep up with what his body wants to do to you, what your body demands of him. He kisses down your throat, your collarbone, the top of your chest—and you whine in response to his snail’s pace.

“I can earn it.” Your beg is heard by interested ears; you can practically see him perk up at the suggestion, glancing up at you through dark eyelashes. “I’ll do anything.”

For several beats, he ignores you. You watch him fight against his own willpower, and you realize—while his eyes dart from your lips to your hands to between your legs—that you don’t need to hear him say it to know that you’ve won. He hides his concession in another ravenous kiss; this time, his hands find your breasts and mercilessly squeeze, making you mewl and invite his tongue back into your mouth.

His hands feel like fire consuming your skin, making you shake from head to toes. You’ve never been with him like this, but you’ve imagined it, and you know you want it. And, in fact, your imagination doesn’t come close to the real deal.

He grips one of your thighs, holds your leg around his waist, angling you so he can get a view of your folds that makes him sigh. It’s a breathy sound unlike anything you’ve ever heard from him before; when you try to lean into him, try to give him a kiss of your own, his free hand presses against your chest.

“Stay still, would you?” He tuts, feigning annoyance that’s softened by the smirk on his lips. Then, he whispers a betrayal of the act he’s been putting on. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

Then, he reaches for your folds, wasting no time in thumbing at your clit. You bite your lip; though he doesn’t physically hold you back anymore, you stay where he put you, telling yourself that it’s just because this angle makes the shapes he’s tracing on your clit feel even better. Indignantly, you ignore the voice in your head that’s whispering about being good for him. Proving yourself. Earning what you want.

“Oh,” he groans while your pussy swallows two of his fingers all the way to the third knuckle; he’s not even trying. “This is exactly what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Hips twitching, trying to brush your clit against the palm of his hand, you nod. Tetsuro leans his forehead against yours and chuckles, a sound that makes you shiver from how close it is; he still isn’t looking at you, not really. He’s looking down, captivated by the way his fingers sink into you.

Testing your balance, you lift one hand to grip his shoulder. He doesn’t move, not even to acknowledge your touch, so you dance your fingers across his collarbone, down his chest, all while your own breathing grows heavier and heavier. You’re certain you’re a mess, and you think it’s wildly unfair that you’re the only one.

So, your trembling hands make clumsy work of his shirt buttons. The thin white fabric feels like silk under your hands, soft and supple, something you’d love to rub your face all over if it wasn’t currently in your way. Every button undone, you get a glimpse of the sculpted chest underneath; you end up so distracted, eyeing him hungrily, that you miss the fact that his fingers have stilled inside you.

Until they pull almost all the way out, making you gasp, and plunge all the way back in, curling upward in a way that makes you cry out. With an almost-literal snap of his fingers, you’re on the edge of a high you weren’t sure he’d let you have.

A sudden fear crosses your mind. With wide eyes, you look up at him, only to find him looking back with a wild, starving gaze.

“T-Tetsuro,” you keen, “wanna come.”

“Wanna come?” he mocks, curling his fingers in the same way again. You start to slump forward, wiggling your hips, but he grasps your shoulder to keep you an arm’s length away, in perfect view for him. “Think you deserve it?”

“Please!” you beg. You don’t care what you have to do or say to get it. Tetsuro’s fingers feel so good, and you’ll be damned if you let him ruin this orgasm for you.

You think you hear a mutter of “alright, girl, alright,” not unlike he’s talking to a stray cat mewling at him for scraps of food. The metaphor isn’t lost on you: you do, in fact, feel something like a starving animal while his fingers pick up the pace. He fucks you into his palm until release crashes over you, feeling like the best, biggest, finest meal you’ve eaten in months.

Shuddering, you breathe something that sort of resembles his name, incomplete syllables tumbling out of your lips while you wrap yourself around him. His fingers linger inside of you, and you feel his eyes on you, watching, waiting. For what? You don’t know—you don’t care. With his free arm, he holds you against his chest, and you welcome the comforting sear of his bare skin against your cheek.

Seconds pass, and then you hear, “Alright. That was one.”

Your eyes flutter open. Delirious, you murmur, “One?”

He doesn’t entertain you with a response. Instead, he pulls his fingers away from you to shrug his shirt all the way off and, before you can complain about the absolute void between your legs, you hear the soft clink of metal on leather.

Trousers slide down his thighs. He steps out of them, closer to you, and leans over you; he’s tall, so tall that it’s too easy for him to collect your wrists in one hand while he lays you back on his desk.

Ironically, the papers you were trying to steal are right underneath your cheek.

He holds your wrists loosely in one hand, presses them against the tabletop above your head. His grip is loose, like a warning: just try fighting, and see what happens. You catalog the idea for another day.

He angles his hips in a way that has the tip of his cock brushing against your wet, puffy folds. He hisses—or maybe you do, or maybe you both do. There’s a brief moment of eye contact where you notice need and selfishness in his gaze. Lowly, he says, “Remember, kitten, this is supposed to be your punishment.”

And then, he sheaths himself inside you. He’s neither fast, nor slow; he moves at the pace he wants, ignoring the wriggling of your hips and strangled little noises coming out of your throat. He’s as big as you imagined, big enough to stuff you fuller than your fingers or toys ever could. Your eyes fall closed as you resign yourself to enjoying the stretch, the lude sounds of cock plunging into leftover come, and the rhythmic roll of his hips driving into you.

You moan his name as soon as you feel another high mounting within you; it’s shameful how quick it rushes in, sneaking up on you.

He bends forward and presses sloppy kisses to the sides of your chest. The more you strain, heavy breaths struggling against the weight of him, the harder he kisses. In short order, lips turn to teeth, and he’s biting, bruising your breasts while his cock pounds into you. He marks you as his, claims you, brands you like a punishment for “forgetting” who you belong to.

Tetsuro’s cock buried deep inside you, his lips attached to your chest, you’re not sure when one orgasm ends and the next begins. All you know is he has you coming again and again until the room spins around you. You’re dizzy, blissed, panting, whimpering, and writhing underneath his iron grip on your wrists.

You twist your hips, searching for a moment of reprieve, just a second to catch your breath, but he responds with a grunt and an upward thrust that makes you cry out. “Don’t be difficult, kitten. You wanted to be taught a lesson? Here it is.”

“Said you’d do anything,” he mumbles, but it’s so quiet that it’s almost drowned out by the sound of skin slapping skin. He’s deep, so deep, too deep. You can’t focus, can’t think, can barely feel anything except his cock plunging into you, kissing your cervix with every thrust.

“Tetsuro,” you whimper. “I-it…’s too much, please…”

“Patience, little girl,” he warns through gritted teeth. “I’m making you…regret trying to betray me…remember?”

You find it in you to put up a little bit of a fight. Heart pounding, head light and fuzzy, you squeeze his hips with your thighs, trying to put a few inches of distance in between you. Slow down, your mind chants; slow down. You want him. You want a break. Your stomach begins to coil again, and you let out a pitiful, broken moan.

Tetsuro laughs breathlessly, then picks up the pace, making you cry out with another orgasm. “Good—Good girl. I’m done with you when I say so.”

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It’s 9:46pm, and Kuroo can’t help but stare.

He knows it’s rude to, in fact sometimes you tell him so, but he really can’t help it, leaning against the doorway that connects your living room and your kitchen.

You’re at the stove, playing a song off of the speaker he’d gotten you for your birthday last year. And to make things even better? You’re wearing his shirt, and his boxers. All his.

He can smell something in the pan that you’ve got on the aforementioned stove, and the smell draws him from where he stands. Well, not just that, but it’s what he’ll tell you if you ask.

His hands snake around your waist and you jump, spinning around as you smack his chest.

“Ow!” he yelps, placing a hand over his imaginary wound. “You hit with such power.”

You just grumble at him, turning back around as you choose to ignore the hand resting on your hip. “You’re insufferable.”

“Are my clothes also insufferable? You seem to tolerate them pretty well.”

Turned away from him, you roll your eyes. Kuroo can’t see it, but he can feel it.

“Whatcha cooking?”

“Pasta.”

“Aw, just for me?” he coos.

You only laugh, continuing to toss a few tomatoes into your sauce mixture. “In your dreams. This is my nighttime snack.”

He juts his bottom lip out in a pout, his hand moving from your hip to your lower stomach as he peers over your shoulder. Kuroo thinks he can feel the butterflies that swarm in your stomach.

“Are you sure? Because it looks like you’re making a generous amount of my favourite sauce, baby.”

“…So maybe I just so happened to make two portions. But who said it was for you?”

“Can it be for me?”

You purse your lips to fight the smile that tries to show, turning to face him as you blindly turn down the heat of the burner. “I don’t know. You’ll have to prove yourself.”

He gasps. “You’re going to make me fight for some pasta? How cruel.”

“Fight? Really?”

“Firstly, you suggested it.”

“I was only gonna ask for a famous Tetsurou dance performance, but you jumped the gun. I suggested nothing of the sort.”

He scoffs a laugh. “A dance? Without any tequila?”

“Are you saying you don’t want the pasta, Tetsu?”

Kuroo looks you over, seeing that—despite the charming smile that you wear—you are dead serious. He only sighs, a small smile on his own face from the look you have in your eyes, and he gently tugs you out to the middle of the kitchen by the sides of his shirt.

“You’ll have to assist me.”

“What? No! I’m the chef!”

“It’s a two-person performance, my dear,” says Kuroo, shrugging with a sigh. “If you don’t help me, I’m afraid I can’t do it.”

And only he could ever drag you into doing this.

With his hands on your hips, he exaggeratedly starts to sway as he turns the both of you, pulling your hips along harder with each time you laugh at him. His face scrunches up theatrically as he lip syncs the lyrics of the song into the air, drumming his fingers on your lower back as he feels you start to move along with him.

He twirls you just to hear you giggle, and his efforts don’t disappoint; he relishes in the way you rest your forehead on his chest when he pulls you back to him, your shoulders shaking beneath his hand as you catch your breath through laboured chuckles. It makes his own breath rush from him all at once, too, but he’s used to that with you.

Kuroo spins you around to face away from him, wrapping his arms around you as you squeal.

“I can’t keep up with your skills, you know,” you say, a strand of your hair in your face from all the action. “You’re too fast.”

“This is what talent looks like. Savour it.”

You put on a smug smile, reaching back to rest your hand on his nape as you turn around just slightly, making sure you can look up at him as you pull him down closer to you.

“Savour it, you say?” you ask, pressing your lips to his when he eagerly bends down.

The kiss takes your breath away, as it always does. His hands are warm, his body encompasses you; his grin doesn’t leave him, in fact it grows even wider. You’re starting to think it’s almost permanent.

Kuroo is the first to pull away, his forehead resting against yours as his hands find refuge beneath his shirt that you wear. He smooths his thumbs over your skin.

“I love you,” he murmurs. “But you already know that, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“Good.” At that, he slowly leans back, looking into your loving eyes. “…So, how about that pasta?”

With an immediate scoff that doesn’t hide your amusement, you shove him away as he snickers, turning back the the stove as you check the simmering food. Before he can even protest, maybe ask you to come back, you’ve already got your wooden spoon in hand.

“I can’t believe you’re playing with my emotions for some pasta.”

“Is it not a compliment that you’re the best cook in town?”

You hum a laugh, looking over your shoulder. “So you’re saying you’d dance with another great cook outside of town? Kiss them, even? Is that it?”

“No, no, no,” he ushers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Only you, darlin.’”

You smile up at him before going back to the counter, taking out two bowls instead of one.

And Kuroo, happy with this outcome, leans back on the island behind him as he tries to deal with the overwhelming feeling that his chest is going to explode as you begin to dish out the pasta.

Only you.

#can you tell i had dark red on the entire time i wrote this or no #kuroo x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq!! x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #hq kuroo #haikyuu fluff #kuroo fluff #haikyuu!! x reader #hq fluff #kit writes

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tw. noncon ! , pseudo-cest, coercion, explicit gore ! , a lot of blood, body horror, side character death, serial murders, yandere, bodily harm, explicit descriptions of violence wordcount. 6.7k

a/n. day 3 of kinktober ♡♡♡ this counts for all of my fics, but for this one I feel like i have to say it extra loud, please read the warnings. i normally don't write stuff quite this explicit, and i really wanted to push myself a little with this one, and I know this isn't going to be everyone's cup of tea.

also, I hope I don't have to say this, but I'm not trying to glorify anything that happens in this fic. it's the closest to horror i'll probably get in my work, and it's meant to be horror. I'm not trying to romanticize this. inspired by the horror movies i've been watching and thank you miss @seijorhi for betaing. i hope you like this fic because i really liked writing it!! mwuah!

kuroo tetsuro x fem!reader

Toughness isn’t a trait that is well-respected enough in his humble opinion. It’s not the ability to claw your way out of a hole or the ability or relate that makes a person, but the ability to endure. It’s how he was raised, how he’s been since he was a child— and it’s the toughness that people have over any other living thing that he might just appreciate most about the human experience. It’s maybe no wonder then that he loves watching the toughness in people crawl out of them like a slow seep of oil spilling into a lake— polluting everything around it. After a while of lasting through pain, everything else rots away, and the only light left in people's eyes often is that they’ve endured this long.

It’s almost victorious, really; to watch it start to break out in people. There’s an art to it. A magic.

Until he snuffs that dying light out, of course.

It’s not like he doesn’t respect their struggle. But if this hunger is his cross to bear, then he’ll bear it. It’s one he’ll be damned to fuck up with some misplaced mercy. Mercy only causes liabilities. His scarred hands are cold as he slips the panties into his pant pocket, rubbing the wet fabric between his fingers, before he moves and wraps his hands around the wooden handle to lift it over his shoulder, before bringing it down again with sickening efficiency. The axe silences the last of the pitiful, pained humming in the air— with a heavy thump of bone giving in, it’s splattered across the polished stone of the bank. There’s not much left of her to identify.

And the water will clean it out as the level rises again. But still he takes a moment to sit by her side, staring out over the soft waves of the river, and takes a deep, long breath of the copper-tasting air. Wet blood drips off the blade of the axe along the thick coat of molasses-like proof of the ones before, and creates a perfectly shallow pool of red that runs down all the way to the water, before he lets the handle drop entirely from his grasp.

His breath comes out in floaty, little clouds that disperse so easily into the cold, and make his lashes damp. Away from all the bustle of the city, there’s an unmistakable peace that rings like home. It’s nice and quiet out here.

You remember losing your left front tooth to an almost uncanny amount. Among other things, it was the last truly long summer in Tokyo.

Your eyes are wide as you’re stood in the living room with your hands fisted into your skirt and your mouth open as Kenma’s fingers prod around your gums. Even though he washed his hands… you can’t help but pout and frown. “Nw- ii—dan,” you mumble softly, and watch as he pulls his fingers out with a grimace and wipes them on his shirt.

“Yeah, yeah, give me a minute,” the brunet sighs, then slips the band around his wrist to tie his hair out of the way and sits back onto the back of the couch. “How’d this happen in the first place?” He prompts you to open your mouth again, watching with a slight smile as you loll your tongue out like a dog and try to speak with your mouth open, making a noise as your spit goes everywhere. “Put your tongue back, idiot. You’ll choke.”

“Bi—ss- an app—e -w.”

Kenma nii takes a deep breath as his face goes back to one of concentration, and you try your best to hold the instinct to wiggle your loose tooth like it’s a game. You’d get in Kenma’s way— and it’s plenty hard to get his help in the first place. But your brother seems focused enough on the task, if a little annoyed, even with his hands full of your spit. You’ll have to remember to thank him later. He fiddles around with it for a little more, before letting out an annoyed sound. “I can’t get a good grip on it.”

“I can try.”

Kuroo san speaks up from where he’s sat on the couch facing you two, staring at the way your face is scrunched up, half in amusement, half in concern. His big eyes are already pinpointing the issue in a way that only a meticulous person like he can, tongue trapped between his teeth. He only gets a shrug out of Kenma, but is quick enough to put the volleyball down and get up to where you’re standing. The noiret’s long legs carry him close, before he puts one hand on his knee to crouch down to you and pull you a few steps toward him.

And though Kuroo san is only a year older than your big brother, you’ve always found it somewhat odd to understand. For all the things that make them get along, they’re extremely different. Kuroo’s bright and bold and prods at people’s borders for sport. And well, Kenma… doesn’t. You’ve never really seen Kuroo as a neighborhood friend. He’s more like your big brother’s big brother, if anything. He spent the last three summers at your house, has slept over more times than you can count too. And you can count high.

His long legs bend until you’re just about face to face, and Kuroo’s natural smile puts you at ease just as well as Kenma can. Your big brother who you glance over to for confirmation, and who’s already let his attention go back to his game as he plops down into the couch. “No need to get comfortable, Kenma,” Kuroo says quickly, receiving a groan from the younger boy— but he doesn’t give it more attention. Instead he pats you on the head and then motions to his shoulder. “Hold on to me real tight, m‘kay? There’s going to be a little pinch.” You fist your hand into Kuroo’s red jacket automatically at his prompting, before he smiles and you mirror it.

And he then slides his thumb along your lip to pull it upward a little, before looking up at you. “Ready?” You nod before you think. Kuroo san’s quick to wipe his hands on his pants, breathe a soft ‘1, 2, 3,’ and just as easily yank the dangling tooth out of your skull with only a little noise of acknowledgement. “O~kay.” It’s more than a little pinch. It hurts. Hurts and feels weird and gross all at once.

The waterworks are activated before you can even think about it, tasting blood and salty tears all over your tongue as Kuroo inspects the damage. “Don’t cry, you did great!” He walks to the kitchen to fish the cupboards for a handkerchief, sticking it quickly under the tap before coming back to you with big steps. And though you’re still crying, his voice is pleasant as he nudges your face his way. “You’re fine, little bug, come here.” The blood is cleaned up and the rag pressed against it, and you hold it dutifully in place as he leans to pick you up and swings you onto his hip with a smile. He’s just … pleasant. You can’t explain it any better.

“Wanna watch your niisan and Tetsuro play?” he asks.

Again you find yourself nodding, and wipe your wet lashes— and spend the rest of that day watching the older boys play in the yard for the last free days before Kenma will be starting highschool. And swing your legs left and right each time either of them ask for some water, before hopping up and sprinting over with a small smile. You remember liking the heat of Tetsuro’s hand on your head, and the way your big brother lifts you into his neck with an almost-grin as he manages to make the older boy miss. You remember the split second of pure bliss falling asleep in a heap on the lawn with the both of them tuckered out from practice.

It’s only a couple days later they find the first girl, a middle schooler barely a few years your senior.

You only remember bits and pieces of the ones afterward. Life didn’t change too much for you, after all, but your parents were more vigilant after that. You weren’t allowed to go out without taking one of the guys with you, and Kenma would often walk you back from school. You were probably too young to understand fully why your mom would watch you come and go with such a concerned look on her face. She was worried… it was only natural.

But you suppose all that worrying didn’t save the next girl they found, because there was a next.

Another middle schooler, younger this time. There’s a memorial for her at the school across town, and though you don’t have to attend, her picture is plastered everywhere over your own school too. You can’t help but find something familiar in the soft smile, all bright eyed and friendly.

And you cling a little harder to Kenma’s hand that evening when you walk, leaning your head against his arm.

You also recall when the announcement of an evening curfew came blasting from the tv and how everyone around the table went a bit quieter. You didn’t use to eat dinner with the device playing before, but… you can’t help a parent’s worry. Your own happy chattering slowly drops off when even Kenma across from you turns to listen, and Kuroo falls quiet at the head of the table; your mom going a bit paler in the cheeks. ‘This morning, another young girl— Due to the recent events— curfew,’ only parts of it really enter the whirlwind of thoughts. Because you might not be old enough to fully understand, but you do see the way your mom stares at you with a sort of barely-hidden glaze, and how your father takes her hand to squeeze it.

Even Kenma nii, the world’s most unshakable person in your mind, puts his utensils down to get up for some water. It’s only Kuroo who dares break the awkward silence by clearing his voice, and saying the thing everyone’s thinking. “What a load of shit.” It lingers in the room like a badly worded joke, but you can tell, your mom agrees. “Instead of finding the guy doing it…” He doesn’t bother to hide the grimace as he scoops some more rice into his bowl, and Kenma returns to the table.

“Well, hopefully they will, soon.” Then your big brother pauses for a second, before he reaches over the table to pinch your nose softly, and sends you a hint of a smile. It’s starting to become a common sight, that melancholic expression people have when talking to you. The poor girl they show is yet another girl close enough to your age to make your chest feel a bit tighter, staring up at the tv as the reporter rambles. She’s cute, has the same pretty eyes as the last. She also reminds you a little of yourself— and that; that’s the thing that sets goosebumps erupting all over your skin. Biting your lip, picking at the ends of your hair for some kind of distraction.

You only look back down from the screen when Kuroo’s pinky softly brushes your own and pulls you back down to earth, and his golden eyes flick over your expression with a sad understanding, before he properly takes your hand to squeeze it.

Your mom is less good at concealing her concern, and the almost constant furrow in her brows doesn’t stir as the news finally moves on. Her pretty features are scrunched up as she forces a bit of food onto her fork. “Tetsuro kun, how about you sleep over? I don’t want you to go walking home alone tonight.”

It’s that night you stumble into the bathroom in the late hours to find the light on. As you peek in, you watch how Kuroo’s staring in the mirror with his hair a mess, no shirt, and seems so lost in thought he doesn’t even notice you until you push open the door further. “Kuroo san?”

His eyes narrow for just a moment, before he takes a deep breath at the sight of your form in the doorway. “Oh, it’s you. I… got up for a drink, and then I couldn’t sleep. A lot on my mind, you know.” His handsome face is a little puffy from rest, you can tell. He turns to you halfway to grin. “You’re a little overthinker too, hm? Did you know you talk when you’re dreaming?” You don’t know what to say to that, but it heats up your cheeks enough to make you feel, and look, doubly flustered.

“No, I didn’t… And I gotta pee, so-” You trail off as you watch Kuroo dry off his hands with slow, meticulous motions, before he hums. There’s scars all over his hands. Small ones, but also long lines like gashes, or scratched open skin, some newer than others. It makes for a pretty painful sight, criss crossed all over his palms, fingers, wrists. When he notices you stare, he only puts the towel away, but leaves his hands outstretched as if presenting them to you.

“Ah… scars from… receiving practice.” He’s smiling, but there’s something … It’s weird. You feel weird, hair on your arms standing up. It’s just the dark. It’s the dark. “Not pretty, is it? Looks a little scary.” Kuroo continues when you don’t speak, and wiggles his fingers.

But his eyes are so dim in this light you can’t read them, even zeroed in on your face. And your stomach turns, clearly upset. The news really is making you all anxious. And you’ve seen Kuroo in just as little clothing before, at the pool and at the beach, but… Your oversized, borrowed Nintendo shirt feels too sheer for how close the black haired boy is standing, or how rapidly your heart is patterning in your chest. Even if- he’s like a big brother- even if you know Kuroo doesn’t think like that, you can’t help but stare. And he must notice, because he slowly blinks. “What are you thinking?”

As he grabs the door handle, you back up to let him pass instinctively, and shake your head left to right. “Oh, just… It’s how you are, isn’t it? You always do things as well as you can.” It’s not a good answer, really, but Kuroo seems to take comfort in it anyway, and rests his hand onto your shoulder. Before he slides it up along your collarbone and up to your throat ever so slowly, gripping you there as if to hold you in place. You don’t dare breathe, let alone move as he seems to take all the time in the world appraising you, swiping his thumb along the vulnerable area.

“Give me a kiss?” You’re used to giving both of them goodnight kisses… but your muscles strain as you slowly press a peck to his soft cheek, before allowing him to wrap his other arm around your shoulders. He hums, sinks to your level to rest his lips to your forehead, and takes another long breath against your frozen state. He finally lets go after a few more frozen breaths, and wishes you goodnight for a second time that evening.

And it’s late, and definitely Kuroo looks a bit out of it, but you can’t calm down even in the safety of your own bed. That Kuroo is only one room over.

You don’t get much sleep that night.

“Tetsuro aniki~” you groan as the guy, who towers over you at the best of moments, wraps his long fingers around your hand and sways it left and right. His eyes shine with a soft glitter in the resting light of the afternoon, casting a golden edge around his figure. “I promised mom I’d head straight ho~me. And Kenma asked me to watch him beat the final boss too, so—”

“I’ll walk you home in a second,” Kuroo swears, dark hair a sweeping mess over his one eye. You kinda want to brush it back, and smack him in the back of the head for hauling you around. But you don’t, evidently, instead readjusting your bookbag and starting to fall into a lazy walk behind him as his grin goes from excited to triumphant so easily. As your eyes track the way his pants legs move with every step, you can’t help but giggle that he’s about to outgrow his highschool uniform. Not that he’ll need it for very much longer anyway. In a few months he’ll be going off to college, and then only months after that Kenma too. It’ll be weird.

You two walk in silence until you get to the less crowded streets of the Tokyo outskirts, and then a little past that too. It’s more open here, more room to breathe, to think. You know Tetsuro comes here often for his runs, and you can kind of see why. It’s in the way the lowering sun catches the river all the way along to the horizon, glittering brilliantly with golden and orange streaks. You let him pull you to a halt and push some quarters into a vending machine, as he lifts his shoulders and then drops them again. “Have you ever had a secret?” He doesn’t look at you while grabbing the drinks out of the tray, or even when he hands one to you and pops open the other.

But you suck your tongue and think, before opening your own. You childishly put your hand on your hip, and tilt your head. “If you’re trying to get me to air out my secrets it’s not going to work.”

“That’s not what I’m doing. Although…” Tetsuro chuckles, before glancing up at you. His sharp eyes have a frightening intensity for just a flash of a second, but it’s gone by the time he looks aside. “No, no, I’m being serious,” he confirms, and that smart mouth pulls up at the corners, “for now.”

“Hmm, well then. Are you thinking of any secret in particular?”

There’s a long silence. Filled with soft chirps of birds and wind, but long, long enough to have your mouth break open a sliver. Before you can speak though, the noiret blinks and stretches his arms above his head. “Nope.” He pops the ‘p’ and smiles, and though it crinkles the sides of his eyes, you can’t help but feel like… there’s something dishonest about it. “Just thinking out loud.” He shrugs, and slurps at the can a little too obnoxiously, before walking back over to you to sit down on one of the street railings, long legs tucked under himself. “Let’s say you had a hypothetical secret though, an important one.”

“Mhm,” you respond.

“Then you wouldn’t tell anyone that secret, would you?”

There’s a few seconds of silence again, but this time you dare look up at Kuroo, focusing on the way his eyes travel along the landmarks of your face. It’s awfully intimate. You can’t help but think Kenma wouldn’t like this, whatever it is. “I guess it depends on what the secret is, and who it’s affecting. I don’t think I could keep a secret from nii nii, at the very least.” Tetsuro’s golden eyes glide down to your mouth as you talk, before he chuckles again, bites his lip, then rubs his hand along his chin. And hops off of the bar, swinging his arms around like he’s nervous. You don’t get it. “What?”

“You’re a clever one,” is all Tetsuro responds, pillowy lips keeping a soft smile. Then he walks back over to you with all his height and lean but defined muscle, so much more intense than usual. “You really are clever.” He leans down and grabs your face between his two hands to look into your eyes, before continuing in a softer tone as your heart beats out of control once again. “I like that about you.”

You hear an unfortunate amount about the next two girls found in the months following, and each fact people happen to mention over drinks, in the paper, while walking along the street makes you wish everyone would just shut up. Defiled and bruised, strangled, and skulls bashed in by a sharp, heavy object. They show the pictures on the news, not the gruesome ones, but enough of them to turn your stomach and make you want to dry heave on the lawn to get the taste out your mouth. One of the girls had been dead for almost 6 weeks, they estimated, was fished out of the river naked and blue and headless. You can only wonder why the hell it took them so long to find her, but you don’t stick around long enough to hear. A terrible fate. The pictures of their smiling faces are always just as bad though. It’s uncanny. Same hair, same eyes, similar age and same general shape—

Looking in the mirror is so much harder that night, pulling your hair down from your ponytail. Because you just can’t shake the feeling that… you’d fit his type, if he were to ever see you walking around Tokyo.

But you get lucky, apparently. Because for all the stories and morbid reminiscing people seem to love doing, you never run into the freak. And though you feel sorry for the victims, the fear slowly starts fading. Winter comes and passes, and by spring, Kuroo moves into his college dorms. You can tell it takes a toll on Kenma. You can’t lie and say you don’t miss him either. Everything’s different for you too, though. After the six girls in those three tense years, the culprit suddenly seems to vanish into thin air. One month goes by, four, eight, and there’s no more trace of him— no more crippling fear about having to wear a skirt to school, or glaring at every person you walk by.

Of course, any trail the police go after soon goes cold, and the loss of those girls lingers.

You’re already eighteen when you see Kuroo again for the first time in years… and resort to flinging yourself around his neck with a smile and a well deserved congratulations. His graduate cap looks good on him, as does the smile painted on his pretty lips. Kenma’s familiar scowl is nowhere to be found despite swearing up and down that rooming with Kuroo has been an absolute nightmare, and the blooming bouquet that Tetsuro has tucked under his arm is only half as bright and wonderful as he is.

As your family and Tetsuro’s mom head off to drive to a restaurant to celebrate, you stay behind with him for a little longer, watching. The boy you knew looks so different now. The same, but entirely foreign too. You don’t illusion yourself to think that he stayed the same in his years away, and neither did you for that matter. You can tell in the way he can’t seem to stop looking at you, that Tetsuro sees it too. As you walk side by side, the familiar banter also comes quickly. You’re a lot sharper now than you used to be. Better able to match his pace, and his arm is warm when he leans into you with a laugh. “No, no— but, you’ve always been something special.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He doesn’t hesitate, just stares at your visage again. “You’ve always been… different to me, I don’t know. Since before I left, even.” You know your face is going hot in the cheeks, but there’s not a single thing you can do to stop it. It’s just… he smells so nice, familiar, and yet so much more grown, more mature than he was. He looks it too, buffed up a lot since middle and highschool— and though he was always huge compared to you, he feels even bigger. “You’ve changed so much though. Grew into yourself. It looks good on you,” he seems to mirror your thoughts, and sends your skin up in flames at that.

You let it hang in the air without a word though, because really, there’s nothing for you to say, right? He’s Kenma nii’s best friend. His longest lasting companion. Kuroo’s always been good at keeping you, and the conversation, going, so he breezes over it too. “Oh, I bought a house.”

“You bought a house?”

“Sure did,” he smiles, sliding his large hand around in his back pocket to pick out a set of keys that he presents to you a little too proudly.

But you’re more than glad to indulge him. “Shut up, no way. You capitalist scumbag.” Kuroo laughs with his whole body, and lets the joy crinkle up his eyes as his black mop of hair sweeps along his brows— before his hand lands alongside yours, and picks it up into his. Fingers tangle with yours so easily you’re almost lulled into believing that it really isn’t a big deal at all. But you know better.

“You’ll get it when you see the place.” Though you try to pull your hand out of his, he squeezes it a little harder when he notices, and doesn’t let his grin fade. “What? I can’t hold your hand?”

“Of course you can, but… I don’t know.”

“If you don’t know, then relax. Stop worrying.” You find yourself listening, much to Tetsuro’s amusement. He mulls the next words over for a few more seconds, before leaning into your ear much too close, and letting his lips brush the shell of your ear. “I missed having you around to drive me crazy.” Kenma nii is going to kill you for the thoughts you’re having.

You’re propped up onto the kitchen counter as Tetsuro talks, pouring more champagne, and most of the guilt is slowly melting away the longer the night goes on. Kenma had to get back home to stream a couple hours ago, and the family all went back right after dinner already— and you’re still giggling along with the noiret as he tells any story that comes to him from his time away. It’s damn near impossible not to get swept up in the excitement at the prospect of decorating, and throwing housewarming parties, and watching him start a real ‘grown up’ life.

“If you’re nice to me, I’ll allow you to take one of the rooms while you’re in uni,” he chuckles, his pretty mouth reaching at the glass for another sip. He’s close enough for you to smell his cologne and see each of the sparse freckles on his face, and how each passing second seems to bring him closer. So you laugh along before hopping off the counter, just to put some space between the two of you. Your hands are jittery, and brain fuzzy, and though it’s still Tetsuro aniki, you can’t get around the fact that things have changed.

So you turn and smile, walking backwards. “I’m going to go check out the rooms.”

“Hey,” he breathes, turning over his shoulder as you walk out of the living room, chuckling softly. “Don’t just go walking around another person’s house.”

“You tempted me with the room suggestion,” you call over your shoulder, swinging your arms as you walk down the hall and find the first door.

“Don’t snoop!” Kuroo laughs again, but doesn’t make any more effort to stop you. The first room is a bathroom you've already used earlier. But the hall continues around the corner. And you can hear Kuroo put away the champagne in the kitchen, so you have no doubt he’ll come after you in a second. You’re not actually snooping. The next door you open is a bedroom, neatly decorated, and instantly guess this must be his room. The room across from it is wide open and clean, only a couch and a tv placed in the corner for now, and some moving boxes shoved out of the way under the large window.

You move on to the next door to find a smaller little corner room, and look around to see even more moving stuff, closets not yet set up, a dismantled gaming desk, buckets of cables, the works. His home improvement gear and dumbbells are all strewn across the floor too. And at the end of the room, there’s another smaller little door, that you yank open for a broom closet, or maybe a small corner with a washing machine.

You hear Kuroo call your name from in the house. “Where are you?”

Everything stops.

Just that the air goes so cold you can barely feel your hands, or your face. Blood seeps from rags tossed into the old, mechanical sink, and a thick smell of iron and rot meets your nose. And sticky blood everywhere, on the floors, splattered on the wall, coating wooden furniture. There’s something that vaguely resembles a lower half, blood seeping from the holes in the almost-plastic like flesh. And her. The small room has no light, but you can recognize a human person when you need to.

The figure has her legs folded to fit the small space, eyes red and irritated and glazed with almost milky tears, and the side of her face has a gash from the top of her head down to her jaw deep enough to see bone. You stumble back and try not to gag, the nauseous feeling crawling down to your stomach and twisting. Her chest is still moving, but faintly, barely going up before it collapses with a stuttering, painful weeze. You want to sit down. You want to run. You want the horrible spinning in your head to stop. Her clothing is almost all ripped to shreds and stained dark blackish-brown, and with the way she’s positioned, you can also see… the raw, sticky, irritated mess that was left of her upper thighs.

“Oh my god,” you manage to whisper, before taking a deep breath and forcing your shaky legs to move towards her.

Your first instinct is to bend and grab at her face, trying to press on the wound; but the previously docile girl is quick to swing her arm and nick you with something sharp as she screams a horrible, animal-like squeal and slices your palm open. Dark blood sprays, you fall, the girl scrambles up over you. She doesn’t get far before she tumbles over with a gurgling, heart-bleeding noise, but gets to the door and starts dragging herself through the hall. You stare at your shaking palm in just as much shock, warm blood dripping down in thick drops from your wrist and fingers— but your legs carry you towards the noise anyway. You want to help. You want to help her, or she’ll die. Your blood is pounding against your skull. Everything else is blurred. Everything else is buzzing and vibrating with this awful noise of blaring anxiety.

You hear your name only vaguely, following down the dragged path of blood along the pristine wooden tiling, before you get to where she’s collapsed against the wall, and is breathing through the bubbling blood that spills from her mouth. There’s an awful, broken, pinched moan coming from her- like that of an animal that’s been left to the vultures. But you still put your hands under her arm and try to help her up, now starting to really feel the absolute searing pain of your hand with a pitched groan. It hurts. It hurts so much, and you’re so fucking shaky you’ve completely disoriented yourself. “It’s gonna be… oka—hngg,” you whine as your open wound moves around, you can feel it—

Suddenly, she pushes herself along on your body and tries to set off into another hobbled spurt, but is yanked back by her hair, before she’s shoved hard to the floor. She collapses into a sad heap, and a loud noise makes you jump. Her legs and arms fall limp instantly as the axe connects with a sickening noise, and blood splatters all over the room. It lifts again, dripping, and lands with a frightening amount of force— into the front of her head again.

The wet squelch doesn’t have anything over the crack of her skull and jaw being shattered, and the mess the red-coated axe makes of the lower half of her face, red blood and muck everywhere. You think you scream while you’re gagging— but you can’t hear it over the echo and the pounding and the terror. Your eyes are wide and bug-like as your legs give out and you drop back onto your ass, and the scene makes a big, round pool of blood on the floor.

“Shit,” he sighs out of breath, heaving over and resting his hands on his knees, “I forgot she was in there.” A soft sigh, and a dry chuckle. “Fuck.”

Your joints are locked, and your face is wet and hot and you’re sucking in more air than you can handle, as Kuroo— your Kuroo— straightens up, and looks around the room for you. He spots the gash in your hand first, because his relief just as quickly snaps into an expression of pure disgust as he looks at the heap of flesh and blood before him, her legs strewn wide open and battered body sadly left before him. And spits on it, kicking hard against her hip and sending the remains of her rolling onto the plush carpet. “Fucking bitch.” He lets the handle drop with a wooden clang, and rubs his face though. “Come here, baby, let me take a look.”

Your gasping isn’t enough to get him away from you, but you’re physically unable to do anything but lay there in terror, grasping your palm against the pain. Even with the threat of death kneeling before you, you can’t do more than sputter through your tears, vision completely wobbly and blurry. His gentle smile isn’t lost on you though, and you take a deep, wheezed breath. “You… you-y- ng-you—”

“Hey, hey, I’m doing this for you, okay? In all this time, I haven’t hurt you once. I haven’t hurt you once, have I? This is so I don’t hurt you, baby,” he says it all so casually, like anything he’s saying is making any sense at all; with his cheek red with splatters of blood, and his eyes a dark, dark pupil taking over the normally light irises. “It’s because I love you, you know that.” There’s so much on your mind. Your parents, Kenma, your memories— all of it makes a thick wrecking ball that slams into you so hard it knocks the air out of you.

It was him. All of them.

All those years… it was… You’re gonna puke. You can’t get enough air into your lungs to, or speak, or scream. You don’t want to die. You’ve spent your entire childhood afraid of a shadow around the corner, even though he was— Tetsuro puts his hands under your arms to pull you up from the floor in one fell swoop and places you on the couch, walking straight past the girl he brutalized to stare at your quivering lips and teary eyes, before taking a deep, long breath.

And though he smiles, there’s no gentleness there. None of the things you found so attractive about him just mere minutes ago. It’s nauseating, a vile, bitter feeling that makes your tongue feel like lead. “I feel this hunger towards you, you know,” he explains, gripping your hurt hand in his to inspect the flesh wound some more. “It’s, it’s really intense— and- and I don’t really know what to do with myself when I’m around you.” He leans in, long lashes basically brushing yours as he hovers his mouth over yours. “It’s not gonna be you though, ever. I swear, I’ll make sure of it. I just… want you so bad.”

His pink tongue swipes over his lips to get rid of the drying blood, before he pushes a soft kiss to your lips. “I want you.” When you don’t respond, his mouth crashes to yours, laying you down under him and letting his hand slide along your side as his tongue meets yours and he lets out a long moan into your mouth. “Oh, fuck. You get me so hard so quick.” His tongue is glad to claim anything it can take, even though you’re not moving, and huffing terrified whimpers into his mouth— it’s like it barely even registers.

He nudges your face up to his to kiss you messily, then down your neck as if following the trail of your tears, and to your collarbones. He props you up to hold your limp body against himself, and rolls his hips into you with a soft groan. “S-shit, good- g-girl. You feel me?” You do. His cock, even pressed against you through layers of clothing, is hard and swollen as he pushes his hips into you with needy motions, kisses along your ear, sucking marks into your throat. It rubs your pussy through your leggings, and makes your puffy cunt feel warm. It’s sickening that it seems to act completely without your doing— because you don’t want this.

If you could do any more right now than lay there and take it, you’d be clawing out of the window the second you could. Whatever fight it takes. But you’re frozen in miserable fear and your treacherous pussy is taking his rolling hips like it’s good enough. The press of his cock, and then his fingers over your pelvic area is too much, soft presses against the top of your slit exchanged for harder, direct touches as he thumbs at your clit. He knows what he’s doing, kissing your lips with softer, lazier kisses as he’s got you in his arms. “My sweet, little girl, you’re so fucking pretty. I’ll make you cum so hard you stop worrying.” He picks at the band of your pants, before slipping it over the curve of your ass and pulling them, and your underwear halfway down your legs.

There’s a cheeky smile on his lips as he pulls back to watch you, and groans long and hard at the sight of you. “You want my mouth or my cock?” He pulls your pussy open to rub the glossy wetness around, and grinds his cock against the inside of your push thighs a few more times, before breathing out your name. “You want to come on Tetsuro nii’s cock?” Your head hurts, and the way he spits on your pussy and rubs your clit up and down is so filthy and distracting you can barely take it.

“Tetsu-t-suro,” you manage to breathe out just a desperate whimper, but it has him groaning and gripping his cock through his slacks, then quickly shuffling them off down his thick thighs.

“I know, baby, I’ve got you. Gonna eat you out after, okay?” He pumps his heavy cock a few times up, before pressing the head to your warm hole. The head is so hot and spongy, and he rubs it down your slit and back up with almost scary patience. Because his eyes are wild and anything but patient, as he leans down to grab your cheeks and plant another kiss on you. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you. This is the best day of my fucking life, baby.”

Then he pushes himself up on your tits and squeezes them, rubbing your nipples between his fingers through your shirt. Lines himself up with a few smooth flicks of his swollen cockhead on your sensitive nub, and pushes in with a long grunt. “Oh, fuck me. That’s a— fucking tight little pussy.” He pushes his large cock all the way inside as he bites his bottom lip and one hand comes down to dig his fingertips into your ass, pulling you as far onto him as possible. The stretch aches, burns a little as he mumbles out your name— before pulling back and shoving himself back into the hot clutch of your belly. “Gonna fuck you until you beg me. Until you can’t cum anymore.”

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terushimooo · 7 months

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We’re back!! Roco (@rocorambles) and I have once again teamed up to bring you some classic, cursed yandere content across various fandoms! This time, we decided to do a “fic-swap” monster mash. Over the next month or so, the two of us will be writing for the following prompts, fandoms, and characters. A HUGE thanks to all of you who have stuck with us after our time away!!

Please read all the warnings for each fic!

Links will be updated as fics are posted.

SCENE I

Fandom: Haikyuu

Pairing: Daichi x Reader x Kuroo

Section 1:

Prompt: “Murder House” Author: Roco […..part 1…..] Warnings: NSFW, Yandere, Non-Consensual Drugging, Non-Consensual Somnophilia, Daichi and Kuroo being grade A creeps […..part 2…..] Warnings: NSFW, Yandere, Non-Con, Dehumanization, Humiliation, Belly Expansion/Forced Enema and Water Sports, Mind-Break, Non-Con Photography/Filming, Forced Bondage, Sex Machines, Cow Tail Plug

Section 2:

Prompt: “Asylum” Author: Lee

SCENE II

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Buggy x Reader

Section 1:

Prompt: “Coven” Author: Roco

Section 2:

Prompt: “Freak show” Author: Lee

SCENE III

Fandom: AOT

Pairing: Levi x Reader x Erwin

Section 1:

Prompt: “Cult” Author: Lee

Section 2:

Prompt: “Apocalypse” Author: Roco

#yandere haikyuu #yandere aot #yandere one piece #yandere snk #yandere haikyu x reader #yandere aot x reader #yandere one piece x reader #yandere levi #yandere erwin #yandere daichi #yandere kuroo #yandere buggy #Best viewed in dark mode pllllllzzzzzz #m.list

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hatakemrs · 1 year

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Enemies To lovers:

Classical music played around her as she swayed to the sounds with her eternal rival. Unlike all the days when he wanted to kill her, today he looked good. She even dared to say he looked good. His hair was combed back gracefully, and he wore a black suit that wasn't stained with blood, that's all it took to make him look this good

She looked him in the eye, "I guess you're not a bad dancer," he sneered. "Are my ears ringing or did you just compliment me?" She rolled her eyes, "Just as annoying as ever," she muttered under her breath. "What was that, darling?" he said with a sly smile. "Call me that again and I'll make sure you can't speak for the rest of your life," she gave him a cold look

"Come on, didn't we agree to let it go tonight?" he said, his arrogance flooding over him. "Whatever," she rolled her eyes and focused on the music. For the next few moments, she felt like she was completely lost in his eyes and couldn't help but breathe in the beguiling scent of his cologne. He pulled her a little closer to him, his eyes moving from her eyes to her lips and finally to her neck. The neck where he always puts a knife, the neck that looks incredibly attractive at this moment.

"My eyes are up here," she raised an eyebrow.

He turned his gaze back to her. "I've been thinking..." , he began, "tonight we dance like this. But tomorrow we'll be at each other's throats again

She hummed in response. After a moment of silence

"I like it better this way," they both said in Unison.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

characters: Chuuya Nakahara, Dazai Osamu, Gojo Satoru, Miya Atsumu, Kuroo Tetsuro, Oikawa Tōru, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Hanma Shuji, Haitani Ran, Jean Krichtien, Dabi.

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milaisreading · 2 years

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I really want to write for Haikyuu rn, but I have somewhat of a writer's block and I like doing requestsa lot more tbh.

If someone has any requests, please send :)

Rules:

Please be 18+, otherwise I won't look much into the request if it's Yandere or a more mature theme. Requests are only open for Haikyuu now, for these characters, but you can request for others who are not on the list. Just know that this request might take longer to be done. Don't be disrespectful.

Tag list:

Please let me know if you want to be added to my tag list :)

MASTERLIST:

Characters I write for:

Karasuno

Kageyama Tobio

Hinata Shoyo

Sawamura Daichi

Sugawara Koushi

Azumane Asahi

Nishinoya Yuu

Tanaka Ryuunosuke

Yamaguchi Tadashi

Tsukishima Kei

Seijoh

Oikawa Tooru

Iwaizumi Hajime

Matsukawa Issei

Hanamaki Takahiro

Nekoma

Tetsuro Kuroo

Kozume Kenma

Yaku Morisuke

Haiba Lev

Yamamoto Taketora

Fukurodani

Bokuto Koutarou

Akaashi Keiji

Shiratorizawa

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Tendou Satori

Semi Eita

Goshiki Tsutomu

Yamagata Hayato

Shirabu Kenjiro

Inarizaki

Kita Shinsuke

Aran Ojiro

Suna Rintaro

Miya Osamu

Miya Atsumu

Itachiyama

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Komori Motoya

Kamomedai

Kourai Hoshiumi

Sachiro Hirugami

MSBY BLACK JACKALS

Shugo Meian

Schweiden Adlers

Hirugami Fukuro

Romero Nicollas

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thefiery-phoenix · 1 month

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YANDERE MAFIA BOSS KUROO TETSUROU HEADCANONS

Kuroo as a mafia boss would be stronger than usual, fierce, ferocious and hell even DEADLY to his enemies. His gang Nekoma along with Karasuno are the topmost mafia gangs in the country and they team up together sometimes to wipe out their competition. One day as the Nekoma members were coming back from a mission which btw, involved causing some chaos and stirring up some ruckus for their rival gang Shiratorizawa without the Karasuno members, as his gang members were talking about how stupid their henchmen were and how predictable and easy they were to attack, Kuroo stayed silent since his head was throbbing a little and had a headache. He just needed some god damn peace once in a while and so, he stayed silent as he rubbed his temples in annoyance and glanced at the setting sun. As his eyes wandered around the place, he then noticed you sitting on a tree branch, trying to rescue a cat that got stuck up a tree. 'What the heck is that girl doing?' he was confused and yet, he began to watch you with fascination but grew alarmed when he realized the branch was about to break. He then quickly raced over to you to protect you from hitting the ground and asked you if you were all right. Then, he winked at you and said, ''Stay safe sweetheart, don't wanna go getting in trouble again now do we?'' and with that, he went on his way while his friends were just looking at him like deer caught in headlights. Some of them teased him about it and Kenma kept his cool since he was sensible not to do stupid shit like teasing the bossman

After some days, he slowly started to think of you and he grew obsessed with you. He ordered his men to find out more about you, what your interests were, relationships with people, which he hated since he was convinced that they were just trying to use and taint a sweet precious little thing like you, your dislikes, your favorite places to go and hang out and stuff like that. Heck, he'll even send Kenma and Lev to keep an eye on you for your safety which in modern terms is what we call 'Stalking'

He'll kidnap you after a few weeks or so after he's sure he knows everything about you but he'll be prepared to stock your favorite books, chocolates, warm fuzzy blankets, movies, stuffed animals and maybe even a pet like that cat you've rescued from the tree that day. He knows you'll be confused, scared and worried and hence, he'll take his time and be very sweet and kind and caring and patient with you to let you adjust to your new home

The other members of his gang will warm up to you and they'll be platonic yanderes for you, congratulations. Kenma is in charge of your security since Kuroo trusts him alot. No one dares to flirt with you and may the gods save them if someone does something stupid as that

If you try acting up or try escaping, he's just going to be hurt and heartbroken and so, instead of punishing you and locking you in a room and all that dark shit, he'll cuddle you instead and kiss you softly telling you how he should have paid more attention to you

He loves cuddle sessions with you and feels very relieved when you run and rake your fingers through his hair. He finds it very relaxing

Will never yell at you, or raise his hands at you or HECK, he won't even manipulate you emotionally or physically. He thinks you deserved to be treated like an angel and best believe it, he WILL treat you like one

Some idiot during a mafia meeting found out about you and tried touching you in an inappropriate manner and Kuroo had the most scariest and fiercest glare as he just broke that person's jaw and shot him in the head like, 5 times and then seethed in rage, ''No one touches what's mine!''. Later on when he saw how nervous you were about the whole thing, you guys snuggled with each other, Kuroo comforting you and eating cup noodles with some light jazz playing softly with some dim lights on

Loves you alot and he's gonna make you sit on his lap during meetings which will make you shy and you'll be even MORE flustered when he kisses your neck, cheek and leaves hickeys all over you or grabs you from behind. What? He's just trying to prove everyone that you're his.....

#yandere haikyuu characters #yandere haikyuu characters x reader #yandere haikyuu x reader #yandere haikyuu #yandere mafia kuroo tetsurou x reader #yandere mafia kuroo x reader #yandere mafia kuroo #yandere mafia boss kuroo scenarios #yandere mafia boss kuroo headcanons #yandere mafia boss kuroo imagines #yandere mafia boss kuroo oneshots #dark haikyuu #dark haikyuu characters #dark haikyuu characters x reader

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damonlcs · 2 years

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Kiss, Fuck, Kill

pairing: t. kuroo x f. reader, k. sakusa x f. reader, n. kuguri x f. reader.

Warning: NSFW, VERY DARK EXPLICIT SMUT, voyeurism, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, blindfold, restrained, drugs, alcohol, choking, slapping, creampie, breeding, size kink, overstimulation, tummy bulge, dacryphilia, mix of praise and degradation, blood, manipulation, gaslighting, slight incest, death, torture, violence.

Summary: F/n has no choice but to choose. If she do not, all four of them will suffer and die.

To think she'd be in a death game of Kiss, Fuck, Kill with none other than her boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, and stepbrother.

It's fucked up. Everything is fucked up.

Parts

I. Let the game, begin

release date: to be announced.

II. Suffocating

release date: to be announced.

III. Congratulations (Final)

release date: to be announced.

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springsmile · 2 years

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𐐪𐑂 masterlist

genshin impact 💌

˚ ू kazuha ˚

school druggie wants u (drabble)(suggestive, sfw)

self explanatory drabble

˚ ू albedo ˚

infiltration. (m)(fic)

you think you’re slick, you think you have albedo playing into your hands. (nsfw)

my hero academia 💌

˚ ू katsuki bakugo ˚

the way it is. (m)(drabble)

a suicide attempt sends your captor reeling, and your mind deteriorates in isolation.

˚ ू shinso hitoshi ˚

over my shoulder | series | m

with extreme and debilitating anxiety that has led to your desensitization, you think you're privy to feeling out danger before it strikes you. you're wrong.

haikyuu 💌

˚ ू kotaru bokuto ˚

taking your virginity (m)

self explanatory drabble

˚ ू toru oikawa ˚

attention. (m)(drabble)

his pretty little housewife hasn’t been paying attention (nsfw)

anything but the truth

. . .

˚ ू tetsurou kuroo ˚

removing the cancer. (m)(fic)

how yandere kuroo deals with your overbearing/verbally abusive mother

˚ ू miya atsumu ˚

sick of it and willing

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* italics denote works that are upcoming

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dolliestfairy · 8 months

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Yandere Vampire Men x Chubby!Nun!reader

𑁍 Tw; Stalking, Monster-Fucking, Obsessiveness, Somnophilia, Noncon/dubcon, breeding kink (?), biting(obv), harshy grabbing, blood mentioned, virginity-take, the words 'rotten', implied murdering & religious theme. dead dove. Chubby Reader Fics With No Skintone Of Reader Mentioned.

This is a dark yandere fanfiction. if you dont like it then just block me ;) ୧₊˚

୨୧💭 thinking abt yandere!vampire!men who is obsessed with chubby!nun!reader. yandere!vampire!men whos freezing heart is now stuck with you. yandere!vampire!men whos colded heart is melting from fluttering once his eyes meet your plump & round appereance. yandere!vampire!men who eats all the other nuns & peoples who talked down on you. no creature ever should tell you what to do or else he'll rip their jaws off and snatched their ribs open. yandere!vampire!men who wants you to be his spouse, he wants you to be with him forever in the dead life! isnt that sound so spectacular my dear? yandere!vampire!men whos hands likes to touch your big ol thighs while you were sleeping, rubbing them softly up and down. at first it was belly, but the way of where he placed his hands is getting lower as he touch your thighs and later on his hands would touch your pussy and rubbing it softly within his fingers. putting his fingers in the middle of the entrance of your pussy lips. yandere!vampire!men who soon enough is inside you while you're half unconscious. whispering in your ears of how he is your savior and later on you'll get to marry him in the after life in which you just nod while your body is basically served his own. yandere!vampire!men who harshly grabbed your waist and stretch it apart, grabbing it so hard you can really feel his claws makes a pattern of it. it was feeling hurt enough to make you yelp until he start to put his fangs into your neck. pushing through your flesh while the blood slowly came out of the holes where his fangs made. slowing his thrust speed as you felt your body go warm and warm, until your vision start to become more and more blur, when your vision was starting to look white as you passed out at the chruch in the middle of the night where you just handed your virginity over someone or some 'creature' that you dont even know about. as your head and vision slowly and slowly become more unconscious, where you heard the creature muttering "finally, you are mine now."

Those Cold-blooded Vampires Are ;

OBITO UCHIHA, RYOMEN SUKUNA, Geto Suguru, Mahito, Nanami, Sasuke uchiha, VLAD TEPES, Hades, Sae Itoshi, Bachira, HOSHIGAKI KISAME, Mikey, Eren, Jack The Ripper, Kuroo Tetsuro, Semi Eita, Tsukishima Kei, Suna Rintarou, ITTO, Dottore, WRIOTHESLEY, Diluc, Zhongli, Kakashi Hatake, EVERY DIABOLIK LOVERS MEN, Buddha, Johan, Tendou, Oikawa & MALLEUS.

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sweetheartsaku · 26 days

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—HAIKYU!! various ; better in the dark

a/n ; [gn!reader] how deep is your love pt 2???!?!! AND YES!! the title is a tv girl reference :3c please dont let this flop!! praying that all the ppl who found pt 1 found this 🥹🩷 tysm for all the notes everyone!! <3

— characters : akaashi, kenma, kita, semi, kageyama, suna

part 1 ! ♡ oikawa, osamu, tsukishima, hinata, sakusa, kuroo

tea roses !

keiji akaashi ; tip toe - HYBS

THIS MAN. he will take you out on absolutely BEAUTIFUL dates. they are scheduled and well thought out, all without you knowing. knows what you like, can predict what you order, where you will sit or do, and KNOWS how to fluster you effortlessly. UNSPOKEN RIZZ AT ITS FINEST YOUR HONOUR!!

at one point he had to resort to the notes app to write what you're like but had realised he had subconsciously memorised all of it by heart. deleted it and still knows you like the back of his hand!!

weirdly knows how to pick the best candles.

the warm, nostalgic smelling ones. candles that are the perfect dash of nostalgia, that feel comforting and warm. i wonder if its in the brain or an instinct thing

for anniversaries or literally just whenever, he makes paper flower bouquets. they are so intricate and every little detail, colour and fold makes it so perfect. in-between classes or when he finishes work early, he'll be nonchalantly folding another smaller flower for the arrangement. he does it so effortlessly too 😭!!

sometimes likes to fiddle with your fingers especially if you wear rings. one of the only and very sweet moments of PDA!! gently rubs his fingertips over your knuckles and tracing all the lines. i need an akaashi keiji in my life

will send you the most beautiful, heart-wrenching and mesmerising poems at an insane hour. you'll wake up with a couple paragraphs about how important healing or taking one step at a time is, making sure you fall in love with yourself everyday too. (please do)

kozume kenma ; cherry wine - grentperez

facinated by painted nails. on holidays he might paint them black, or maybe get a little cat sticker on his index!! pick the colour he'll love it either way

cherishes your little trinkets so much 😞 polaroid of you two and stickers on the back of his phonecase, keeps some of the random stuff you give him in his pocket. you could find a rock you gave him like 3 months ago but he kept it because you said it reminded you of him??

perfectly able and capable to order things by himself, but you know he isn't the type of guy to actually seem to WANT to do it. he is too lazy to actually get up but not lazy enOUGH when it comes to you. he might hide behind you. "HE SAID NO PICKLES!!"

CRAZY beef with your plushies. or anything you hold dear honestly. he can and will get pouty. BEWARE!! you must give him a lil' kiss to earn his attention back. (loves the forehead ones)

sometimes he forgets or just doesn't want to eat. it will get to the extent where you have to spoon feed him,,please remind and encourage him to ! eating, sleeping... just can't do it without a little push.

does this thing with his hands when you cross the road. i don't wanna say grabby hands because its pretty cringe, but it is definitely grabby hands. has no idea why he does it but its such a sweet and small gesture╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ !

cat parents but not exactly cat parents? 🤔 you found this stray cat once, and started visiting it everyday on the way to school. you cared for it, and when kenma picked that up he was also instantly fond of it too. now you both kinda feed it your leftover lunch when you visit the cat after school.. he's so precious with the little cat ueue.. take pictures before the moment fleets!

has the date you two met written on his controller... (he was so hesistant at first though LMAO)

shinsuke kita ; old love - yuji, putri dahlia

uses your initial for math variables. he'll use x or y sometimes, but his first option is ALWAYS your initial. you found this out on a study date once, math talk blablabla and he uses to what seems to you a 'random letter' NO. it is your initial!! 😞 when you ask he seems unfazed, but his ears are pretty red... idk guys i think he wants you

one of the people that make you stiffen up when they get physical. when he lays his head on your shoulder you instantly freeze up, trying not to move a BONE so you won't disturb him. it's like muscle memory to you LMAO.

really pretty, long lashes... if you've read part one, oikawa and tsuki are very similar :0!! loves when you graze his lashes with the back of your index finger

like akaashi, learnt how to make flowers but they're crochet 🥹 i think growing up his grandma had taught him how to crochet and all the little patterns. overtime, dedicated himself to making an arrangement every anniversary... they come with little heartfelt letters too!! (kita boyfie material COME HOME!!)

very routinal as well!! like kuroo (he is the full package) he never misses a morning or night to say good morning or good night. AND he places sticky notes around your desk or places he knows you'll be in reminding you to smile or something along those lines !!

what took the cake for me was when he left a little bag filled with goodies once he realised atsumu was sick 😣 definitely does the same for you... sends bag with a bowl of hot soup his grandma made at your front door

eita semi ; i wish you roses - kali uchis

weirdly immersed in the painting of nails as well. sometimes he'll ask you to paint his in black but he got dress-coded a week later 😓 SIKE gives NO shat and kept them on anyway. they are way too valuable to him to just erase. nails done in a simple colour he likes?? by his s/o?? wiped off?? very funny shiratorizawa

i think + the neighborhood, he likes tv girl, kendrick lamar, childish gambino but has a duality of laufey and beabadoobee's bedroom pop and fuzzy rock??

sick of people making arctic monkeys his personality 😞 musicians arise!! apart from the VBC, hes probably in a band too. small gigs here and there for school, and a few fun sessions with his friends just to play whatever. come to his gigs! (sometimes he'll magically play 10x better when you're around, he says)

share earphones with him PLEASE. on rainy bus rides or walks home, he'll play something you like hehe c:

takes you out to the mall closest to shiratorizawa to go pick up some fast food or a drink. it usually gets really crowded from all the surrounding schools so he keeps you close by the waist

and obviously the basic, will sit with you and teach you the basics of bass or electric guitar. i think he'd play a bit of percussion too (о´∀`о) sometimes he'll take you into his lap, but thats when he feels pretty clingy but very discreetly!!

tobio kageyama ; what would i do? - strawberry guy

please don't try to flirt with him he WON'T UNDERSTAND!!!! *gunshots*

if you say literally anything that isn't directly stating your point, he will not get it. using metaphors or just figurative language in general he is STRUGGLING. you need to say, "you're pretty." because things like "i fall in love with you every day" or "i'll find you in every universe" he will actually look at you BAFFLED. please help this man

thinks about what YOU would do. like when he is in doubt or feels like he's about to lash out, he will take a moment and literally ask himself what you'd do or say. even in tests or something completely unrelated to you he will literally ask himself what you would put in the answer box !!

face scrunch when he gets jealous ! he kinda has a lil' pout but can't bring himself to say anything. when you finally notice him he'll have this lil' (๑ˋ^ˊ ๑) face... please kiss his eyelid or the corner of lips cuz HE HAS TOO MANY PRETTY BOY PRIVILEGES!! (and he'll get flustered it's the cutest) revoke them THIS instant!!

his favourite type of kisses are the ones where you'll push his hair back and give him a forehead kiss. he'll take you in by the waist and keep you close, he likes to listen to your heart because you have his. when he feels clingy, he'll nuzzle his head into your shoulder. what a dork

will attempt to find you at his games pre and post timeskip. before the game he will try to make it not look frantic but one of his members eventually catch on 😞

rintarou suna ; SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK - joji

camera roll is either 0.5's of the most jaw dropping, majestical sunsets and sunrises that he's experienced with you or literally anytime the sky is feeling a little different (if he's not with you at the time he WILL send them to you at either 5am or 7pm saying it reminded him of you) or the CRAZIEST 0.5's of you losing sanity or of you off guard. its wild blackmail material but he chooses not to LMAO. (because of the love in his heart, he says)

has a little photo album for you and anything you related!! he also takes the best candid photos of you and post them on close friends!! (´∀｀)

no. #1 victim of couple tiktok trends. pretends and looks like he doesn't like it, but doesn't want it to end. once you press post he will stare you down with his beautiful ahh olive hazel eyes (he wants more)

last one on the social med side, he mentions you in posts with your initials all the FLIPPIN' TIME!! his dedication is quite endearing

on days where everything becomes overstimulating, he will notice. will eye you for a while, but once he knows when it gets to a certain extent he will hand you an earphone.

anyone who says suna is an arctic monkey's listener is a LIAR I SAID IT I SAID IT!!!!! *more gunshots* JOKES he probably has a couple of their songs in his playlist, but i personally think he's more tyler the creator coded. people who get it get it (avril lavigne sk8r boi? keshi beside you? definitely)

hot adams apple

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu drabble #akaashi x reader #kenma x reader #kita x reader #semi x reader #kageyama x reader #suna x reader

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kyuuppi · 4 months

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help, my boyfriend has no sex drive! (5)

Pairing: Kenma x reader (f)

Contents: smut; established relationship; feminization, "femboy", heavy praise kink (Kenma); rough sex; creampie; Christmas themes

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“But as long as you’d love me so—

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snoooow”

Kenma tries not to visibly cringe at the cheery music as he emerges from his office, finally finished with his obligatory three-hour “Christmas special” stream.

As you had been for the past month, you’re softly singing along to some Christmas carol playing from your shitty laptop speaker. You had busied yourself with reorganizing the presents under the full-sized tree—something you had insisted on buying for the apartment.

Kenma had little more interest in most holidays than the “free day from school” perks. But as he watches you scurry around your shared living room wearing candy cane-themed stockings, an oversized ugly Christmas sweater, and a hundred-yen-store Santa hat, Kenma is thankful you had expressed your desire to celebrate with him. He will gladly participate in anything that makes you this innocently cheerful.

Your background music is abruptly cut short and you frown when you realize your laptop has just died again. But the disappointment is cut short when you notice Kenma, standing awkwardly by the couch in the dark Christmas sweater you had insisted he wear for his stream.

“KenKen—your stream is over?”

Kenma smiles softly at how eager you look, eyes practically sparkling.

“Yeah, I’m free now. You wanted to open presents, right?”

You nod quickly, guiding him to the couch and leaving only to retrieve a cup of hot cocoa—extra whipped cream—and a slice of homemade apple pie, placing them both in front of him on the coffee table. He thanks you quietly, predictably digging into the apple pie first.

“So I think we should start with your family’s gifts first,” you begin, already passing him a small stack of presents, all wrapped in identical green and red paper.

After nearly half an hour you two had finally worked your way through nearly all of the presents. Most were the typical things–an abhorrent amount of socks and pajamas from your families, Kenma’s mother gifting both of you very cringey matching couple sets with any video game character she saw. You had to try very hard not to laugh at Kenma’s face when you opened a matching Kirby and Jigglypuff sweater set with a handwritten heart note.

“Aww, don’t pout KenKen, your mom was just being thoughtful.” “They’re not even in the same series.”

A few gifts had been surprising–namely Kuroo’s cat ear headphones—to which Kenma promptly sent a text telling Kuroo to never buy him Christmas gift ever again— and even a signed pro jersey from Hinata. Even if he didn’t voice it, you noticed how touched Kenma seemed by the gesture and you made a mental note to buy something to display it in the apartment. A few gifts were even from Kenma’s fans, sending various game merchandise, snacks from their country, and even fan art of the two of you.

Finally, the last remaining gifts were the ones you made for each other. You didn’t want to pressure Kenma to buy you anything fancy–and you also couldn’t afford to reciprocate with anything fancy, so you set a strict budget.

Kenma was unexpectedly good at keeping secrets so you weren’t sure what he had gotten you–probably a game he wanted you to play together but the box was unexpectedly big—

Regardless, you knew what you got him , and it was something you had been thinking about for months. Needless to say, you were eager for him to open it.

“Who should go firs—”

“I’ll go!”

Kenma raises a brow but complies as you all but shove your gift into his hands. The outside is unassuming—a flat package wrapped in red paper with a holographic silver stick-on bow in the center. Somehow, he feels vaguely uneasy.

Cautiously, Kenma begins unwrapping the gift. You practically vibrate with excitement in your seat, eagerly watching as his thin fingers peel away the final layers of colorful paper.

Finally, your present reveals itself, soft nylon fabric in a bright red shade. Kenma seems confused, unsure of what exactly he is looking at until he shifts and the fabric unravels into two long strips.

“Ta-daa,” you cheer, “your very own pair of thigh-high stockings!”

Kenma looks horrified.

“This is a joke,” Kenma states, sounding like he’s trying to convince himself just as much as you.

“What do you mean? Don’t you like them? Look, they’re even Christmas-themed!”

You guide his hands over to the top of the socks where a large red ribbon sits. Two short red strings dangle the ribbon with a small, fuzzy white ball at the end each. You make him squeeze the soft ball for good measure. His expression doesn’t change.

“Why would you buy me these? You wasted actual, real-life money for this,” Kenma bemoans.

“Didn’t your fans suggest something like this before? I think they called them programmer socks—”

“ Oh my god please stop talking.”

Kenma lets out a long, suffering groan as you eye him with an absolute shit-eating grin.

It’s fine, he thinks. You wanted to be a little shit like Kuroo but it was just a prank. He could probably Venmo back the money you wasted on this and never have to think of this situation ever again. He’ll toss them in the back of the closet next to those cat ear headphones Kuroo bought him.

He is proven wrong when you nudge his shin with your own stocking-clad toes and give him an expectant look.

“Well?”

“What?”

“Aren’t you going to try them on?”

Kenma’s brain very obviously fries and you have to resist the urge to laugh at his expression.

“C’mon, I spent actual, real-life money on these," you tease, throwing his words back at him, "I wanna see you wear them at least once!”

“You have to be joking,” he all but whines.

Your excited expression tells him you are very much not joking. Kenma considers refusing more firmly. He knows you genuinely care about him and would never push him to do something he was uncomfortable with—or at least so long as it wouldn’t actually kill him.

But your eyes are wide and practically sparkling as you look at him expectantly with that cute little grin–the crippling humiliation that will likely haunt him every night for the rest of his life is nothing compared to your happiness. Kenma sighs deeply and you know you’ve won.

He ignores your excited squeals as he stands up and shuffles towards the bathroom in something akin to a walk of shame.

As Kenma stares at his own lithe form in the mirror he’s positive that he has never felt so mortified in his whole life. Not when he accidentally set a ball into Lev’s face during a match in high school. Not when he missed his ult in a team fight and cost his team the ranked match in League. Not even when he came so hard he nearly passed out while getting his dick sucked during a live stream.

Kenma can barely even recognize himself in the mirror, eyes flitting from his familiar golden gaze down to his oversized black and white Nightmare Before Christmas sweater and, finally, to his thin legs wrapped in an inappropriately bright red pair of thigh-high socks.

Somehow, the stockings feel even more exposing than if he were just naked. He feels like some cheap, poorly drawn femboy character in a hentai. One of his first thoughts was they don’t look nearly as appealing on him as they do on you. His legs are too lanky–straight and lean from years of volleyball but missing the curve of healthy fat yours have. His face heats up as he visualizes your thighs currently clad in your own pair of red and white striped stockings.

“KenKen are you ready yet? You’re taking foreeeeever!”

His heart rate picks up and he tries to remind himself it's just you, the person who makes him feel safest. He’s going to go out there, you’re going to see how cringe he looks, then you'll both laugh and never talk about this again.

He takes a deep breath and opens the door, immediately meeting your gaze as you sit on the couch where he left you. Breath bated, he watches as your eyes dart down his body, darting around his lower half with your mouth agape. He tries his best not to squirm under your stare.

“Fuck, Ken,” you chuckle breathily, “you look amazing.”

Kenma’s breath hitches, certainly not expecting that type of response. As you continue to take him in he realizes your gaze looks almost hungry, like you’re ready to devour him–shit, are you seriously into this?

He finds his answer in the way you motion him over, helpless in how his body obeys before he can even process the silent request. You reach out hesitantly, fingertips so close to his thighs he can feel your body heat even through the thin fabric. You glance up at him, asking permission, and he’s nodding immediately, desperate for your touch.

Your fingers land near his left knee, trailing up slowly and making his whole body tremble lightly. When your fingertips catch on the hem of the stockings he nearly gasps and then you're brushing his soft skin directly, only stopping when you reach the edge of the sweater that’s just barely covering his rapidly hardening cock.

“You’re so pretty,” you praise, "my pretty boy."

Kenma makes a choked sound, surprised and mildly offended but also awfully turned on to hear any form of praise from your lips. No, he wants to argue, you’re the pretty one –but you look up at him, so pleased, that he can’t remember how to speak.

“And now we match,” you sing, tone innocent as you raise your leg between his own. His eyes follow, nearly hypnotized by the contrast between your red-and-white stockings against his red ones before your clothed shin brushes against his crotch in a way that is anything but innocent. He has to grab the back of the couch near your head to keep his knees from buckling as he groans.

You seem to take some form of pity on him because you let up on his crotch with a giggle, making room for him to sit down beside you and catch his breath. Even when you let him rest your attention never strays from the item of clothing, hand idly stroking his thigh while you continue to drink in the sight of his pale skin contrasting with the scarlet cloth.

“Do you really like it that much,” he asks, almost hesitant.

He’s surprised at how sheepish you become, moving your hand away as your face slightly flushes.

“Um–yeah. I know it’s kinda weird, sorry, you just look really pretty sometimes.”

Kenma frowns slightly and takes your hand back, returning it to his thigh with his own on top of yours. The action was meant to reassure you but it felt too bold and he avoids eye contact as he speaks.

“You don’t have to apologize, I don’t hate it…”

He sees the way you perk up, practically beaming, from the corner of his eye and is quick to clarify less you try to buy him a pair of panties or something next year.

“It’s not my thing—I prefer seeing you in cute clothes…but I can try things like this if it makes you this happy.”

“Aww, KenKen, that’s so sweet!”

Kenma huffs, breath nearly knocked out of him when you launch yourself into his chest, planting noisy kisses all over his face. He tries his best to scowl but he’s pretty sure he’s failing by the way you giggle at his expression. Your Santa hat gets knocked off in the commotion but neither of you care. Kenma even takes the opportunity to bury his fingers in your messy hair as your kisses finally focus on his lips.

Eventually, the kisses deepen, morphing from quick pecks to slow and open-mouthed. Your tongue invades his mouth, gravity giving you a clear advantage as you take charge of this kiss. But not one to easily accept defeat, Kenma takes the opportunity to grab a handful of your ass in a way that has you gasping in surprise. You start to grind on him, both of you letting out soft sounds between kisses.

It’s you who pulls away first, making Kenma softly whine in protest, gaze hazy as he blinks up at you in question.

“Wanna ride you,” you explain simply.

Kenma hisses out his approval and obediently waits as you pull down your lounge shorts. You yank them down your legs and fling them across the living room with a little too much force, accidentally hitting the Christmas tree. You laugh at the sight of your fuzzy white shorts hanging on the tree like some soft of kinky Christmas ornament but Kenma is quick to redirect your attention by pulling you back down for another kiss.

He grips your ass again, this time bare, and moves his fingers to prepare you for his dick but—

He abruptly stops and pulls away from the kiss in shock.

“You’re already this wet?” His expression looks genuinely surprised and you can’t help but giggle.

“I told you, you look really pretty.”

Kenma groans, not sure if he’s annoyed or turned on but his cock throbs all the same. You pull up the bottom half of his sweater to reach his black boxers. He’s so hard that it's almost difficult to get them off but he helps you pull them down just enough to free his leaking cock. It takes a moment to properly position yourself from this new angle, hindered by your bulky sweater and the headrest of the couch digging into your side but you manage to guide his leaky head to your drenched hole and ease down.

You both groan as he breaches your cunt, your wetness making the slide smooth even as you reach his thick base.

“F-fuck, Ken, you always feel so good,” you moan.

The praise feels like a punch to the gut and he’s thankful he’s already lying down so he can’t embarrass himself further by losing his balance. He’s coming to realize even if feminization isn’t his thing, praise might be. He thinks he'd do just about anything if it pleased you—if it made you look down at him with those shiny eyes and call him your good boy—fuck. Kenma has to force himself back to reality before he makes himself cum too quickly just by his own fantasies.

You readjust your weight, leaning back and using his bent knees as leverage. Your fingers dig into the fabric of his stockings as you begin to move, raising to his tip before dropping your whole weight down. It feels good—mind-numbingly so—but he finds it looks even better. The angle you put yourself into gives him an unobstructed view of your face–eyes pinched closed and reddened lips open in pleasure, your breasts–soft and bouncing with every movement–and, best of all, your tight hole sucking him in with every uptake.

He can’t tear his eyes away from where the two of you are connected. A creamy white ring is quickly forming at the base of his cock from how soaked you are, thin strings sticking to your pussy like webs. Framing it all are your thick thighs, muscles straining with your movements and squeezed by those god damned red-and-white striped thigh highs.

Fuck, he wishes he could record this.

He has apparently said that aloud on accident because now you’re grinning down at him conspiratorially.

“Y-yeah?” you stutter out, “you wanna make a movie with me?”

Kenma doesn’t verbally answer but he doesn’t need to. Instead, he’s gripping your hips and guiding your pace, making you bounce on his cock faster while his own hips start to meet your thrusts.

It has only been a few minutes but it's becoming clear your stamina is far from athletic. Your thighs burn and your pace stumbles but Kenma is quick to take advantage of the situation, using a strength you didn’t know he was capable of to roll you over and push you face down.

“Kenma, wh—oh!”

Any dissent you had intended to make is abruptly cut off when your boyfriend, one knee digging into the couch for leverage, feeds his length back into your greedy hole and sets a pace that has you nearly screaming. His hips snap into you, hard, and you scramble to find something to hold on to. One hand finds the armrest of the couch near your head, nails nearly tearing into the fabric, while the other ends up behind you, digging into his thigh as he rams his hips into you. You’re drooling as you manage to stutter out a barely coherent statement through your moans.

“K-Ken, so h-hard, fuck—”

“Yeah,” He replies, sounding breathless but not nearly as wrecked as you. You curse his retired high school athlete stamina.

“Am I still your pretty boy?”

The question momentarily shocks you. You aren’t sure what response he’s looking for but you answer honestly, too fucked out to ponder on it.

“Y-yesyesyes, the prettiest! ”

“You like getting fucked by your pretty boy?”

“Yeeeess, I l-love it—oh god—”

One hand reaches up to grip your hair, tugging your hair in a way you aren’t sure is punishment or a reward. You cry out all the same, cunt squeezing him for dear life as he hits something deep deep deep inside of you. You’re fairly certain you’ve never been fucked this hard in your life. The sweet, no-sex-drive-having boyfriend trope becomes little more than a pipe dream as his hips smack into your ass without reprieve.

“‘m g-gonna cum,” you warn.

Kenma’s grip on your hip tightens and he adjusts his angle to hit the spot he knows makes your toes curl and your pitch turns airy. The nail in the coffin comes when he releases your hair, but only to start rubbing your clit, remembering your favorite rhythm from the time he watched you masturbate.

Expectedly, you cum, toes curling and squeals reaching a pitch you think might cause your boyfriend hearing damage. Your whole body seizes with your orgasm, cunt spasming and thighs squeezing shit as you please for him to stop, go harder–you aren’t sure.

Kenma forces you to ride through it, fucking you even as your hips stutter violently and never letting up on your pulsating nub. It's only when you're nearing tears from the overstimulation that Kenma stops, moaning sweetly as his own orgasm overtakes him. He collapses against you in exhaustion as warmth fills you from deep inside, making a mess on your thighs as it gushes out between you.

“Mm, y’r heavyyy,” you complain sleepily.

Kenma grunts something in response but doesn’t bother moving. In fact, he seems to make himself more comfortable by moving his hands to find your own. He slips his long fingers in the spaces between your own, locking your hands together. Your heart swells at the action, constantly reminded how much this boy loves you even when he doesn't vocalize it very often.

You allow him a few more moments of peace, listening to his harsh pants die down into something more calm before you speak again.

“By the way, what was my present?”

Kenma stiffens against you, having completely forgotten about Christmas altogether. Quickly, he pulls away from you and the loss of warmth almost makes you regret saying anything. On shaky legs, Kenma shuffles over to the forgotten box, wrapped in royal blue paper and topped with a pretty gold ribbon. He comes back to the couch, gingerly helping you sit up before placing the box on your lap.

You’re immediately surprised by the hefty weight of the box and grow curious as you tear at the paper. Within seconds, the logo and picture on the box become clear, making you gasp in shock.

“Kenmaaaa,” you whine, trying not to tear up as you pout at him.

To his credit, Kenma looks honestly guilty as he avoids your eyes.

“We set a twenty-thousand-yen spending limit, ” you remind him.

“I know but—this is basically a necessity. Your old one was going to die any day now,” Kenma reasons, helping you pull out the shiny new laptop –in rose gold no less.

“And it's a gaming laptop–that means you can play with me more so it’s basically a gift for me more than you,” he continues.

You know he’s absolutely pulling excuses out of his ass but you can’t help the rush of affection at how much Kenma wants to spoil you. He always buys you the things you want, even when you insist on not wanting to take advantage of him as a wealthy streamer and businessman. He usually comes up with some excuse, I was going to buy one anyway so we can share or I have too much money this month, taxes will be a hassle if I don’t spend it.

But he is right–your old laptop was on its last leg and every time you opened a Word document for school you had to pray it wouldn’t crash before you could save your draft.

You softly smile as you trace the box with a finger, elated that he even remembered which color you wanted. He grins at how pleased you clearly are, even if you won’t say it.

“Besides,” his grin suddenly turns sly as he places a hand on the swell of your hip, “I heard the webcam is really great for recording movies.”

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