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dolliestfairy · 9 months

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𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦 𝅄ֹ ׅ♡ ೀ ʚĭɞ ‌ིᨴּ ˒˒۪

(Crazy) Yandere [Nerd] Boy x Soft!Chubby!Fem!Reader ༢𓏲๋ ⊹ ֢

𔓘 Tw : Kidnapping, Extreme Noncon (y'all are strangers bro), Rushed Fanfic, Mentions Of Blood, Virginity-Take, Extreme Somnophilia, Stalking, Extreme Obsession, Impregnate, A little of Bondage, Seriously dude you're fucking with a crazy nerd boy who is a freaking stranger to you like y'all didnt know each other but this madman is really know you to the soul from all his stalking and stuff. this fanfic is quite the Dead Dove Do Not Eat. Chubby reader fics with no skintone of reader mentioned.

𔓘 A/N : y'all.. this are f***king insane bro.. like this is kinda disturbing imo as a writer of this and also a lot of suffocating. Read at your own risk. me myself actually like the extreme yandere fics but this is still the prefix of it. stay safe while reading this because again; y'all are a stranger!! if a dark content yandere isnt your cup of tea then i highly recommend you to spend your shit at other blogs!! ty.

W/C : 6,4K for Stranger Fucking 💀

Currently thinking abt nerdy men who looks like they would shit in their pants when someone raised their voice at them, but the truth is; he's really really quite the strong. he's a nerdy man who arent shy at all (or maybe just a little) and he's simply just dont like to be bothered by anyone else. he's also a nerdy man who told himself countless time to just focus on studying and studying, and at the first moment; he actually manage to do it within his daily life, well until he met you.

You; plump, soft looking girl with chubby cheeks and doe eyes. you dont even know how much you affect him didnt you? arent you just dumb? walking there and then with such a tiny skirt that almost showed up your plump ass cheeks. walking down in the hallway with such dress that hugged all of your curves together perfectly. oh if only you find out how every night he would spend his time in his bedroom alone while his hand thrust his own cock up and down, thinking about you. he would be drown in his thoughts about how you would find out all his dark fantasy about you. but.. he do realize he shouldnt be doing this actually, no really, he should just be studying, but the soft laugh and those.. those whimpers terror you gave him just drove him to his edge.

And the fact that he masturbate about you when you both are clearly still stranger - is fucking crazy. he mostly had heard of how'd you talk, whimper and moan (wait.. how did.. he know?) and stuff like that while your own self being completely un guard around him. he swear to his thumbs he hated you for making him felt like this, i mean how could you?? a plump girl just trying to get into her daily life as normal as usual can make some nerd dude mad in love with her without her being aware at all?! he cant do this.. he cant do this anymore..!

And he really cant do it anymore. as he go to your apartement at midnight after finding out where you live. peeking through the window to what you were doing only to find you dressing in a short pastel rainbow dress lingerie with big bows placed in the back of your hair, dancing to some songs.. and oh my god he cant even explain how much he want to ripped those colorful dress lingerie off your body. he has no doubt at all that you have the most beautiful body he would ever sees in his entire life.

As he drown himself in his own thoughts until he heard a telephone ring -- it was your friend! your male friend! as you picked the phone up, talking with your friends, while he sees with his own eyes about the way you laugh softly at what-god-knows your friend was muttering to you. he doesnt and he would rather bury himself alive than admitting about the fact that he was really, really, envy and jealous. as he harshly breath at you, while all his body is literally focus with you. his eyes seeing you from head-to-toe, his ears listening carefully about the conversation you're having as his mouth try to resist to open it again because well um -- he is quite the drooling over there. that was it until you start to walk towards the front door where he was outside!!

As he sees you carefully, while hiding himself in the corner, and focused on the door handle you're about to open. until........

Until he quickly enough to put his arms and placed it onto your mouth, shuting you up until you passed out and bring you to your new home his home. as he open the bondage he placed at your mouth, and pinch your chubby cheeks until he sees your whimpering again. thats it! thats the thing that always drove him mad everydsy everynight. thinking about you whimper at whatever he was doing was like a holy candle for him. he then stood himself up, looking at your half unconscious body, and then start to strip you... to naked.

As he softly ripped all the dress lingerie you weared, and after he got the look at your boobs, he slowly put his hands up at where your nipples on, and start playing with it. while his eyes focused on your face, waiting the reaction he have been wait. and until then... you are moaning. honestly he have been thinking that he was in a dream that time. i mean -- he do have seen you moan by the way he always check on you secretly.. but he never except his own self to be the only one who could capable enough to hear your soft moan. as he sped up the phase of his hands playing your nipple, while his own other hand strat to undress himself.

And until he and your own finally completely naked. and... oh god to be damned. he swear he always sees you at some kind of whore while your other friend sees you just as an innocent normal girl, and he always have no doubt about his feelings That you have such an erotic body and at the end.. he was actually right. you do have a very very.. pleaseable body. as he placed his hands into your half unconscious body, lowering it until his hands touch your private part -- your pussy. he slowly but surely put his 3 long fingers in to play with you, and to be surprised or.. shocked even, that you are so so fucking damn tight! he even sure that your pussy is one of the most tightest thing he'd ever placed his hands on, as he quickly sped-ing up his pace at playing your pussy, watching you moan and whimper become one, he cant believe what he saw. you're literally still half unconscious! but yet you somehow still manage to bring out the sound he would die for with! at this rate he doesnt know if he wants to wake you up or just let you still be half unconscious so when you wake up, you're gonna have a some extra surprised with your naked body that has been covered with his cums. as he thinking about it while he placed his (quite big) cock at your pussy. trying to rip those tight wall of your pussy off. thats what he was trying to do until your pussy start showing a little drop of blood out of it.

Oh.. he get it.. yeah he actually get it. You're a Virgin arent you? oh.. such sweet cheeks.. well too bad yoi're going to give all of your innocents left as his own hands and dicks. the body of someone you dont even know at all. he actually felt (just a little) bit of guilt. but who cares anyway? you're literally still half unconscious! as he said it to himself while he tried his possible to pound your ass up at your fat pussy. going in and up in every corner. at first it was slowly, but then he start to change the position into a mating press just so the cums and the blood are still there. as he quickly but surely speeding his pace up like a mad man. at this rate he was at the edge of doesnt gave a fuck about the fact that you're still half unconscious but then he's also at the edge of shock and unbelief because of how you are still not waking up at his pounding.

And all of those pounding ends when his cock start to dried out with how your fat pussy suck all his cums and sperma in. pulling his cock out of your pussy only to see the view of the inside of your pussy, being drown with his cums. as his hands hold your body up just so all the cums he had restored isnt goung to spill. and until then he slowly put his hands down, letting your body down into the mating press position, watching your pussy spilling all of his cums like a fucking waterfall. (his cum waterfall) and then he placed his palm hands at your cheeks softly, while quietly muttering about how he would take care of you, and keeping you safe and that you wouldnt need to be scared of him (even after all his done to you) as he placed his other hand at your undressed belly, and then stroke it with such gentleness because he knew that right now, right at the almost-morning time, that you're going to be swellen with thousands - thousands of his sperm, and at the end of the month, he would see you placed your own hands at your bellies who at that time was full with his kid. oh how he cant wait... he just hope that you wouldnt be freaked out about the fact that you just found yourself in a unrecognizeable place with a literal fucking stranger who is now has placed a baby inside of you. yes, a baby -- his baby.

TSUKISHIMA KEI, ITOSHI RIN, MEGUMI, Itachi, Shikamaru, Nanami, Neji, Tobirama, Deku, KUNIMI, Muichiro, SEMI EITA, Konoha Akinori, Venti, XIAO, AL-HAITAM, Akaashi, KOZUME KENMA, & hatake kakashi.

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xobrattymoonxo · 3 months

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Bokuto x Fem!reader

Summary: Bokuto doesn't want you to walk home in the rain.

AN: I left this pretty open, but if I get a few people who want a part two, I will write one!

TW: Noncon, Dubcon, forced sex, forced blowjob, sex toys, restraints, double pen, dildos, barley any lube, If I missed anything lmk!!

Word count: 2.2K

Third Person POV

The rain came down harder as Y/n stood under the awning. MSBY had just finished practice and as their manager, Y/n had just finished cleaning up the net and balls as she thought most of the team left already.

“Hey Y/n!” She jumped up a bit, being startled by the voice behind her.

“Oh, hey Bokuto!” She smiled warmly.

“Whatcha waiting for?” He asked.

“I walked here today. I didn’t know it was going to rain.” Y/n rubbed the back of her head feeling a little silly.

“How about I drive you home?” Bokuto offered.

“Oh I don’t live too far away, I can walk.” Y/n said.

“Not in this rain, come on.” He grabbed her hand and began running to his car. He pushed her inside the passenger seat door as he pushed her inside the car. Bokuto ran around the car and into the driver's seat. Bokuto started the car and began to drive the car.

“Do you need my address?” She asked.

“Nope.” He simply said.

“Do you know where I live?” She asked, growing nervous.

“Nope.” He said again.

“Then where are we going?” Y/n asked.

“My place.” He was acting like it was no big deal.

“I want to go home, Bokuto.” She said, “ I am cold and wet.”

“Don’t worry, it will be okay.” Bokuto turned and smiled at her.

Y/n grew more and more nervous as the car drove on. Bokuto pulled the car up into the driveway of a house. He quickly got out of the car and rushed to her side of the car. He grabbed her hand and pulled her from inside the car. Bokuto dragged her through the pouring rain. He held her hand on his porch as he unlocked the door. He opened the front door finally, Y/n soaking wet, he pulled her inside.

Once inside the door, Bokuto started peeling back layers of clothes. He started with his jacket, then pulled off his shirt. He looked at Y/n.

“Are you going to join me, or stay in those wet clothes all night?” He teased.

“Can you take me home?” Y/n asked.

Bokuto moved closer to Y/n.

“Come on, Y/n. Don’t be like that… you know you want me as much as I want you.”

Y/n moved back as Bokuto kept moving closer.

“Hey now, why are you acting so scared?” He asked her. His hands went to the bottom of her hoodie and began to take it off.

“Bokuto stop!” She warned.

He didn’t listen, instead he pulled it off successfully. Y/n was standing infront of him in a bra and wet jeans now only.

“Look how sexy you are.” He purred out.

“Bo!” She was on the verge of tears.

Bokuto pulled her closer, against his chest as he pulled her into a passionate kiss. He kept kissing her, but she wouldn’t kiss back. Bokuto let his right hand slid up her stomach from her hips. He slid his hand up over her bra.

“Kiss me back.” He said, sounding more of a warning. Y/n felt a ping of fear in her stomach, she began to kiss him back. “Good girl.” He whispered.

His hand didn't stop slowly moving up her chest. He grabbed her breast hard as she let out a gasp. This was the perfect opportunity for him to slip his tongue into her mouth. He began to fight her for dominance as he could feel her try to pull away. He moved his hand that grabbed her breast to behind her head as he deepened the kiss once again.

“God you are perfect, Y/n.” He whispered into her lips. Y/n felt a tear roll down her cheek. Bokuto wiped the tear from her eye. “Don’t cry baby.”

Bokuto’s hands slipped down and began to undo her jeans.

“Bokuto, please don’t-” He cut her off as he pulled her jeans down.

“Listen Y/n, I have wanted you for a while and I always get what I want, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way.” He warned once again. Y/n gulped. “So what will it be, hmm?”

Y/n didn’t answer, instead she thought she would show him with an action. She now pulled him in for a kiss.

Bokuto pulled back and looked at her with a smug expression.

“Oh so now you want to play a game, huh?” He asked her.

“No? I thought you’d be okay with that.” She nervously played with her hands.

“Well…. I think… hmmm I don’t think I am okay with you acting out.” He places his hand on her cheek. “I think you deserve a punishment… Don’t you?”

“Bokuto… please don’t do this.” The tears streamed harder down her face.

“Kotaro.” He said. “Call me Kotaro from now on, okay?”

Bokuto reached out and grabbed her hand, he started to pull her out of her pants, leaving her in her bra and underwear. He began to walk and forced her to follow. He lead her into the kitchen and into the basement door that was there. He dragged her down the stairs by the hand and led her into a dark room off the main room.

“This is your room, for now, until you learn how to properly behave.” Bokuto smiled at her.

Y/n shook with fear.

“My room?” She asked just above a whisper.

“Yep! I designed it just for you.” He turned on the lights.

The room was an odd shade of red. It looked like it was just painted recently. Around the room were various things, a bed, chains, whips, an odd chair that was bent up at 45 degrees with cuffs attached to it, dildos lined the one wall as well as vibrators and other toys. Bokuto grabbed her bra straps and slowly began to peel her bra away. He pulled her bra off successfully leaving her exposed everywhere but her pussy. Bokuto walked away slightly.

“Come here.” He motioned for her to come to the oddly angled chair. Upon further inspection, she noticed there was a large opening in which she assumed was for him to still access her more pussy.

“Bo….”

“Y/n, I told you to come here. If you don’t listen, I will make the punishment worse for you.”

Y/n began to slowly walk towards him. He patted the chair.

“Lay with your stomach on the leather.” He said.

Y/n followed directions as she laid down on the chair. Bokuto instantly grabbed her wrists and strapped them down. He moved around to her back side and grabbed her panties and pulled them off. He cuffed her ankles down after her panties were removed.

“There we go! Now you can’t move away from me.” He smiled at her.

Bokuto walked over to the wall of dildos, he grabbed a large red dildo. He reached into a box and pulled out a large black vibrator wand as well as a thick green plug.

“Tell me, Y/n. Have you ever taken something this big?” He asked, holding up the large dildo. Y/n shook her head no. “I definitely have to prep you then since I myself am over 7 inches.” He said in a bragging voice.

Y/n’s eyes widened as he talked about his size. Bokuto took his wet pants off now in front of her. She could see the outline of his dick.

Bokuto grabbed some lube from what seemed like out of nowhere. He covered the plug in lube and began to rub it along her pussy lips. Y/n couldn’t see what was happening exactly but she felt a few fingers run along her clit.

“You must be enjoying yourself if you are this wet already.” He said with a sly smirk. He forced her hole open as he shoved the thick plug inside her.

Y/n let out a moan as she was suddenly stretched out quite big around the plug. Bokuto stood up as he grabbed a leather belt from the wall. He made it as tight as he could with the vibrating wand tucked inside it. He turned it on the lowest setting as he lined it up with her clit. Y/n moaned out again as she squirmed the best as she could given her cuffed down position.

“Are you enjoying it baby?” He asked her.

Y/n did not respond, instead she moaned out a little louder as he turned up the speed to medium.

Bokuto grabbed the lube and walked behind her. He spread her ass cheeks as far apart as he could.

“W-what are you doing?!?” Y/n asked obviously panicked.

Bokuto didn’t answer her. Suddenly she felt the tip of his tongue enter in her puckered hole.

“Stop! Please! I have never had anything there before!” She exclaimed.

“Exactly why I have to prep you.” Bokuto said.

Bokuto continued to lick around her puckered hole as she cried out for him to stop. Bokuto pulled back as she sighed in relief. It was very short lived as she felt something hard poking at her back entrance.

“Stop! Please! Don’t do this Bokuto!” She yelled out.

“This is your punishment, Y/n.” He said as he gave the 6 inch dildo a hard push. She let out a scream in pain as he continued to shove it in her ass. He didn’t stop till the dildo was fully inside her asshole. She was crying in pain asking him to take it out. “I told you to call me Kotaro.”

Bokuto moved around the chair and in front of her face. He began to pull his boxers down as his member sprung out. He roughly grabbed a fist full of her hair.

“Open.” He demanded.

Y/n did as she was told and opened her mouth slightly. He took no time at all to shove his member into her mouth and down her throat. Y/n choked on his dick. She began to gag as he moved himself. He began making her head move back and forth forcing her to take his long and girthy member into her mouth and throat. He had tears streaming down her face as she cried out. Every once in a while she’d let out a moan allowing him to go even deeper.

Bokuto reached under and turned up the speed on the vibrator. She was moaning more than before, allowing him to slip over 6 inches down her throat. The way he was forcing her had him getting closer and closer to finally cumming.

A few moments later, he let out a hot stream of cum down her throat. She gagged as he pulled back. He forced her mouth closed.

“Swallow it.” He commanded her to do so.

Y/n swallowed his hot cum that remained in her mouth. Bokuto then walked away. She could hear wheels and something being set up behind her, but unable to turn she had no idea what was in store next.

Bokuto came up behind her and began undoing the belt holding the vibrator to her clit. He then pulled out the plug. She began to drip with arousal.

“Look how much my good girl likes being shoved full and forced to take my cock in her throat.” He said.

He then went to her leg cuffs and undid them. He waited till just before undoing her wrist cuffs to remove the large dildo from her asshole. He helped her stand up finally as she was a little wobbly.

“Just come this way.” He led her over to a metal table she didn’t see before. He helped her up on the table and strapped her down once again. There was a large split in the table, he slid a sex machine in between her legs. “I don’t think you need any lube, but since I am a nice guy, I will help.” He ran his fingers through her soaking pussy lips and over the large dido on the sex machine. He smiled as he lined it up with her back entrance. He began to slide it in as he turned the machine on a low setting. It slowly started to go in and out of her puckered hole as he climbed on top of the table. He watched the machine a few times as he lined up at her pussy entrance. Once the machine's dildo bottomed out, he began to force himself into her pussy. He successfully bottomed out as he moaned out.

“You’re so tight, Just for me.” He moaned into her ear. He reached behind himself and turned up the sex machine to full power. He matched the rhythm as he went deep inside her.

Bokuto was enjoying himself as he heard her scream out in pain and pleasure. He continued to pump inside her as the machine did. He smiled deviously as he felt himself already getting close.

A noise could be heard from outside the room as Y/n cried out for help. The door suddenly opened as Hinata was standing inside the room now.

“Aww Ko, you started without me already?” He whined.

“Just wait till I finish and you can have a turn.” Bokuto said.

Y/n had a feeling this was going to be a very long night ahead of her……..

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6eeznut · 11 months

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Jjk, Genshin, Naruto, & Haikyuu Men who will absolutely over-heels for a Chubby/Curvy reader.

♡ JJK : gojo, NANAMI, Hanami, ITADORI, MEGUMI, geto, CHOSO.

♡ GENSHIN : ITTO, venti, diluc, wanderer, KAZUHA, xiao, AETHER, ZHONGLI, CHILDE.

♡ NARUTO : KISAME, NARUTO, omoi, JIRAIYA, minato, ASHURA, killer b.

♡ HAIKYUU : kyoutani, OIKAWA, BOKUTO, KENMA, MIYA ATSUMU, semi, akiteru tsukishima, TENDOU, daichi, terushima, TANAKA, NISHINOYA (and my baby TSUKISHIMA KEI <3!!!!).

- the rest is your favs ૮꒰ ｡っ -｡꒱ఎ <3

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iwaasfairy · 2 years

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┌─ “ „ SLICE ─┐

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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sorcererverse · 6 months

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HELP ME FIND THIS FIC ! hinata shoyo, dark content

ok this one is more obscure i think? idk if the author is still active too so :3

— timeskip!hinata

— im pretty sure this fic was posted on authors second acc ^__^

— dark content. dubcon i think turned noncon.. (?)

— cervix penetration is the main part of this fic !! like hinata doesnt know the female anatomy and he thinks he should be able to enter readers womb..

— reader tries to tell him to stop and no matter how hard he thrusts he wont be able to enter but he's adamant until he does eventually enter her womb.. yeah ^__^

— im pretty sure it was titled hit it till it breaks? or the ending alludes to that (hinata remembers oikawas saying "hit it till it breaks")

PLEASE HELP ME FIND THIS I WANNA KNOW..

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hynko · 10 months

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★ I you need an angel.

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chattemagique · 9 months

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yan!Tendou has his own way of curing your low self-esteem

summary: yan! Tendou fucks you in front of the broken mirror, after hearing you talking bad about your appearance, to show how pretty you are.

author's note: was going thru my notes and damn, I can actually write, so posting this for you guys, a bit (lot) personal self-insert, hope y'all can enjoy too, but it would be much better if you couldn't relate. anyways, peace and love 🫶🏻🕊️💞

pic from ブリテッリ @BRTRmilk_ on Twitter

tw: mentions of self-harm, body dysmorphia, low self-esteem, rejection trauma, self-hatred, non-con, skin carving.

all characters are 18+

minors dni

Life with Tendou Satori was bombastic(side eye, m sorry guys😭), you never knew when he's going to "explode" and affect you. He was as unpredictable as he was on the playground. As it usually happens when people are living together, they start to unintentionally pick up each other's behavioral patterns. You became as explosive and as unpredictable as him. Of course, it can't be denied that three months here, with him, after kidnapping weren't also great for your mental health, which led to the weakening of your psyche.

It's not like you've ever loved or liked yourself. You couldn't even understand why this whole thing happened to you, since you weren't even that pretty, not really wise too. You'd probably consider yourself as one of the last choice. So there were many other more beautiful girls around, why out of all people YOU???Dysmorphia returned to you even during the worst moments, making the whole situation much more horrible.

You were standing in front of a bedroom mirror and couldn't stand the way you looked, you hated yourself not only for your appearance, but also for your past mistakes, your weak personality and character traits that let other people exploit and mock you, and he was another evidence.

"I HATE IT, I HATE IT, I HATE IT"

Mirror flying down, glass hitting the floor and the pieces scattered in all directions. You wanted to hurt yourself so bad, you wanted to end these sufferings, you didn't understand why you deserve this, but at the same time this was exactly what a bitch like you deserves.

"(Y/N)!"

Your red haired kidnapper barged into the room only to find yourself sitting in the corner and crying.

"What happened?"

"I, -I.." your breathing was deep and fast.

"I hate the way I look, I wish I was born a pretty girl, I wish I had other mindset, I wish I wasn't different, I wish I could fit in, but I'm not! And everytime I feel good about myself, she's always coming back!" you shouted it loud, while grabbing onto your head.

I wish I wasn't different, I wish I could fit in

Oh, that hit home to Tendou.

So you think he'd fall for you if you were like everyone else? You think he'd find other girls attractive when you were around? You think if you'd fit in he'd consider yourself as his soulmate?

Well, I guess you had to learn this lesson as he once learned.

"Get up."

"N-no.."

"GET UP."

Quiet cry.

"(y/n), don't make me do things that I don't want to do."

You slowly got up, keeping your hands around your stomach, facing the ground.

"I-I just don't understand... why me..?" you said with soft, tearful voice.

Why are you still asking him this question?

As if he didn't tell you enough.

He unhurriedly came closer to hug you. Usually it would take longer if not forever for you to hug him back, but this time you just needed that support from no matter who, even if it’s from a man who ruined your life. If you can't give it to yourself, maybe he could.

Abruptly he lifted you up and brought to bed. You could tell where it was going, you just didn't care anymore, because it has already happened many times. And hey, at least he likes you..

He removed soft fabrics from your body and unbelted his pants. Having you in a missionary position, he pulled you by your thighs and harshly entered you. Loud gasp escaped from your mouth.

For foreplay his thrusts were quite rushed and hard, you didn't even get wet enough for his dick.

"S-satori.. ple-ease.." you whimpered his last name in a bit pesky manner.

"Say that you're beautiful (y/n)," you were just whimpering.

"SAY IT" he repeats it louder than before, suddenly squeezing your nipple as you moan out loud.

"Tendou-u, p-please, stop... it hurts"

He continues to twist your nipple even harder.

"I AM, I am beautiful" you yell out.

"That's right," Satori releases your nipple and starts gently massaging the sore area with his palm, without slowing down the pace and strength of thrusting.

"What else?" looking into your eyes, long, slender fingers tenderly caressing your breast area, periodically making a circle movement around your areola.

"I am smart"

"Good girl"

"I am sexy"

"You're right, princess" he increases his pace, grabbing your hips and slightly lifting up your pelvis to hit the spot. You let out a loud moan, trying to stabilize your breath. You feel your orgasm coming and your vaginal muscles slightly pulsating as you finally come on his cock, his pace being as fast as before.

"I am loved"

Tendou leans down to kiss you. You do not resist. If at least somebody can love you, then it's better than nothing. Your tongues weawe together like snakes during mating season. You can't believe that you don't want to pull away from your kidnapper, all you want is this moment to last forever as your bodies unite in one.

You can feel him gradually increasing his pace, as it becomes harder for you to breathe. He gets it as he pulls away from you and finishes inside you. Picking up from the floor the broken mirror glass to carve into your skin "beautiful" and "mine".

#reuploading this cuz tumblr won't let me edit the first post the way i want #haikyuu smut #yandere haikyuu #yandere x reader #yandere smut #yandere tendou x reader #yandere tendou satori #romance 💋#yandere male #yandere oneshot #haikyuu dark content #yandere scenario #yandere x y/n #yandere tendo x reader #yandere tendou #tendo satori smut #tw: body dysmorphia #tw: noncon #tw: skin carving

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milaisreading · 1 year

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PART 2

Couples:

Yandere!MSBY 4 x Kageyama Twin!Reader

Side couple:

Komori Motoya x Kageyama Twin!Reader

Warnings: Cheating, non-con(not too much), obsessive and possessive behavior, general yandere tendencies. This is my first time writing explicit content like this, sorry if it's boring:/

PS: Send in requests if u have any...

Part 1:

"So how have you been? Everything going ok with Komori-san?" Tobio's voice sounded through (Y/n)'s apartment as she cooked her dinner.

"Yeah! Everything has been great with us, tho the distance is really killing me, but we phone each other every day." (Y/n) answered back, waiting for Tobio to speak up again.

"Well, you did pick pretty far away cities, Shizuoka and Osaka I mean. But as long as you find time to call each other, it should be fine." (Y/n) smiled bitterly, nodding her head Kageyama's words

"Yeah, but enough about my love life, what about you? With how many fangirls and those fansites you have, you must have someone in mind." She teased, already imagining her brother blushing at her words.

"You know I am not interested in that, at least not now. Volleyball is more fun."

"You should honestly think of marrying it at this point." (Y/n) joked, not surprised by his answer.

"Shut it! But anyways, I need to go now. You will be off to Shizuoka this weekend?" Tobio wondered as (Y/n) went to pick up her phone and turn off the speaker.

"Well I was planning to, but Motoya told me he will come. Something about getting away from Shizuoka and all." The med student answered, recalling the conversation she had with the pro athlete a few days a

"Well at least you won't have to travel after the exam then. By the way, did Hinata text you at all in the past 2 weeks? Since the game with Komori-san's team, it's been radio silent from him."

"Hmm? Now that you mention it, I didn't hear anything from him either. Could that loss bumped him out so much?"

"Who knows. He can be off at times, but I am sure he will come around. Anyways, I got to go now. Hoshiumi-san wanted to take Hirugami-san and I out for a drink."

"Have fun! Give them greetings from me!"

With that, they ended the call and (Y/n) went back to making her noodles so that she can return back to studying as soon as possible. Groaning, the med student went through her phone, trying to find the last few notes she needed to revise.

"Just this one more exam and then I will have some time for myself..."

She yawned, looking at the clock on her wall, groaning.

"I will barely catch any sleep these days..." (Y/n) groaned as she put the phone away and went to eat her dinner, her mind going from her exam to the orange haired volleyball player.

'He really has been acting off... ever since graduation to be honest...'

She thought in worry.

With Hinata...

The man tossed and turned in his bed. He was supposed to go to sleep hours ago, but he just couldn't. Every time he closed his eyes, the image of (Y/n) and Komori flooded his mind, and he just ends up angry.

"Stupid Komori...is it his height that makes him attractive? His looks are average at best.. or his money? If (Y/n) was in need of financial support, she could have called me-"

Hinata's rambling was cut off by his phone ringing, so he quickly went to answer it.

"Sakusa? Why are you up so late?" The orange haired man wondered.

"I was talking with my aunt over some family meet up later this month, and she let the information about Motoya visiting Osaka slip out... do you know where I am going?"

Sakusa said sternly, clear annoyance lacing his voice as he mentioned his cousin.

"Do...do you think it's the right time?" Hinata wondering, his eyes going wide as he remembered the plan.

"Another time we won't have. We need to break them up... Aunt told me that he plans on proposing to (Y/n) soon."

Hinata's eyes widened and he clenched his fists.

"Ok...did you think of a plan to break them up?"

"Yeah, I will handle that."

"Good, I can't wait till that pest is gone."

"You and I both."

Sakusa sighed from the other side.

With Atsumu...

Atsumu groaned as he kept on stroking his cock as he went through the pictures he saved of (Y/n). The pictures were nothing special, just some from the beach he found on her Ig, but those were enough to rile him up. The image of the young woman underneath him, panting, crying and begging for release kept playing inside his head.

'(Y/n)... please...'

Groaning, the faux blonde as he came all over his hand. Panting, he got up from his bed and went to clean himself up. Once he was done he went back to his bedroom, sighing sadly as the images he had were just pure fantasies, the kind he wanted to be true.

Huffing, he sat down on his bed and scrolled through (Y/n)'s social media, smiling when he saw a new story was posted.

But, that smile faded away as soon as he saw that it was a picture of her books and a cup of coffee.

'Why is she up so late? It's nearly 1 in the morning. Shouldn't that useless boyfriend of hers make sure she is sleeping?!'

"Stupid! I knew that guy was no good! Why did she pick this prick of all?"

Atsumu's stare hardened as he thought of the brown haired libero. Back when he met Komori at the training camp, he thought of him as a possible friend. But now...now that he was with the girl of his dreams, there was no way for him to have that position.

"I wanted to so desperately see him cry that night. Show him and (Y/n) who the better one is...better player and better boyfriend, but..." Atsumu sighed as he rubbed his face, feeling like crying.

"But the whole time (Y/n) kept distracting me. That smile and her cheers, wonder how it would feel like to have her cheer on me, wear my jersey-"

Atsumu stopped his monolog as a message popped up. Quickly opening it, he saw that it was Bokuto.

'Komori is coming to Osaka tomorrow. We need to break them up this weekend. Sakusa said he is planning to propose.'

The message set an already frustrated Atsumu on fire. There was no way he will let that Komori put a ring on her pretty little finger.

"Besides, he can't afford what (Y/n) really deserves, unlike the rest of us. And Komori (Y/n) just sounds wrong."

The next day...

"I honestly don't know if I will pass this one, but the most important part is that it's over!" (Y/n) cheered as she walked out of the building.

"I am sure you will pass. When will the results be?" Miwa asked from the other side of the phone.

"In like...5 days or so. Unless the professor starts grading them today."

The med student yawned, already dreaming of her soft bed.

"Sleepy? Are you off home?" Miwa asked, worried for the youngest sibling.

"Yeah. Motoya will arrive in Osaka later tonight, so that gives me some time to rest."

"Alright. I have to go now since a client arrived. Have fun you two, but not too much~" The older woman teased, causing (Y/n) to blush a little as she said her goodbyes.

'She can be too much at times.' (Y/n) groaned. All of a sudden, the young woman felt someone grab ther shoulder, causing her to jump away and turn around.

"Easy there (Y/n), it's just us!" Sighing in relief, (Y/n) noticed the familiar golden and black eye.

"Bokuto-san, Sakusa-san, what a surprise! What are you two doing here?" (Y/n) asked, smiling as the two athletes took off their masks.

"We were just walking by after practice! Do you live here somewhere?" Sakusa asked flatly, already knowing all the information.

"Oh no, my university is in this location tho! How are you two? Has practice been going well?" (Y/n) asked while smiling, causing Bokuto to blush a little, meanwhile Sakusa hid his by putting his mask back on.

'Adorable...my (Y/n) is so adorable.' The black haired thought as Bokuto spoke up.

"It's been great. Today we were let go a little sooner than usually. The coach and captain were a little easier today, after all the hard training before."

"Yeah, they got a lot stricter after our match with Komori's team." Sakusa explained, getting more annoyed at his cousin than he already was. (Y/n) blinked for a moment, and then remembered what he was talking about.

"Sorry to hear that you two, but you guys were still amazing. I guess it depends on the luck you have that day." She answered back, trying to lighten up their moods. Which seemed to work, as Bokuto stopped pouting, sending her a grin soon after. Sakusa seemed to lose his annoyed demeanor, but his eyes stayed as passive as possible, so she wasn't sure about him.

"Really?! Did you see that service ace I delivered at the beginning?! Worked on it for a while." Bokuto boasted.

"Yeah! That was pretty cool! I am happy that you hard work paid off. Hope the next time you performed it, it will be the winning points."

Bokuto grinned at the praise and continued talking to the younger. Sakusa clenched his fists are the sight, envying how easy the conversation between the two was. How familiar they are to each other. It's not like Sakusa didn't talk to her before, she visited his place often with Komori, but he always had a hard time talking to her.

"Hey uhmm... the two of us, Atsumu and Hinata are free tonight, want to go out for dinner?"

The black haired boy's question surprised not only (Y/n), but Bokuto as well.

"Well that sounds nice Sakusa-san, but Motoya will come over tonight, so I really can't. And I don't think it's that much of a smart idea, I don't want to piss some of your fangirls off."

(Y/n) shuddered, remembering how some of the girls from her class came into her, after pictures of her and Atsumu talking surfaced on social media.

Sakusa and Bokuto ignored the part with Motoya, as they were more concerned over the 2nd part.

"Say...none of the fans caused you any trouble?"

"Ahh...all I can really say is that Atsumu-san's fans love him a little too much." Was all she said, which made alarm bells go off in both of them.

"But nothing to worry about! I already handled it! Anyways, I need to go now, gotta rest a little till Motoya arrives! Bye!" (Y/n) said, walking off quickly, trying to avoid any form of questioning from either of the two.

"What are you doing?" Bokuto wondered, his gaze switching from (Y/n) retreating form to Sakusa's, who was dialing a number on his phone.

"I will call my dear cousin over for a drink... the plan is going in action tonight."

"Alright! Let me go and call Hinata then." The Fukurodani alumni grinned, excited about tonight.

"You are meeting up with Sakusa-san? Why didn't you tell me earlier?" (Y/n) asked the brown haired libero over the phone.

"Sorry, it came out of the blue, I will try not to stay for too long with him... you are not mad?" Komori asked from the other side, gulping as he thought of her reaction.

"Why would I be mad, Sakusa-san is your family after all. Just, tell me sooner next time." She asked softly. There was really no reason for her to be annoyed, aside from him not informing her sooner.

"Sorry, I really am. But I have something for you, which might make it up for my mistake." Komori said sheepishly, causing (Y/n) to grow curious.

"What would that be?"

"You'll see! But I need to hang up now, sorry."

"Ok, have a safe trip! And have fun."

Turning off her phone, (Y/n) sighed and went to her living room, opting to watch a movie or two till Komori arrives.

A few hours had passed and (Y/n) was beginning to get nervous, not only was Komori supposed to arrive at her place an hour ago, but he also wasn't answering his phone.

"Should I call Motoya again? I have been calling him for the past 20 minutes and nothing... Maybe Sakusa-san will answer me." (Y/n) muttered nervously as she dialed the athlete's number.

She didn't have to wait for too long, as he answered his phone quickly.

"Hello? (Y/n)?"

"Sakusa-san! Thank God you answered, is Motoya with you? Why isn't he answering his phone?"

'I probably come off as controlling, but fuck it!' She gulped, waiting for an answer from the man.

"Motoya? Why would he be with me? I am out with Hinata."

(Y/n)'s heart dropped at those words.

'There... But why would he say?'

"Hello? (Y/n), you still on your phone?" Sakusa's voice interrupted her thoughts and she quickly answered him.

"Uhmm...I... Motoya isn't with you 100%? He said you two would meet up for a drink."

"No, we never agreed to that. I have practice tomorrow, so that's out of question-"

"I need to go. Bye, sorry for interrupting you two." (Y/n) didn't let Sakusa finish as she hung up and went to call Komori again, her heart racing and alarm bells ringing.

"Come on...answer please....Motoya..." She desperately begged, thinking of the worst possible scenario.

'He wouldn't... Motoya wouldn't cheat. There is no way, but why else would he lie?'

"Why aren't you answering?!" (Y/n) screamed as she threw her phone on the couch, tears escaping her eyes.

"Please...let this be all a prank, I swear I won't be mad. Please-"

A notification popped up on her phone, and (Y/n) quickly ran to her phone, thinking this might be Komori. Unlocking her phone, (Y/n) read the name of a private Ig account, which sent her a few pictures. With a heavy heart, she opened the message, only, to her horror find pictures of Komori sleeping next to a unfamiliar girl. The sight of the woman smiling next to a seemingly naked Komori made her heart break and she quickly turned of her phone.

Shaking and sobbing, she plopped on the couch and started crying harder, the pathetic feelings of sadness and betrayal taking over her body.

"Motoya...why?"

"Should we go now?" Hinata asked as Sakusa finished his call with Atsumu.

"Yeah, the woman sent those photos to (Y/n) and already left. With how much Motoya drank, it will be a wonder if he remembers anything." Hinata nodded his head as they walked of to Sakusa's car.

"All the better for us, (Y/n) will just think that he is lying and trying to pretend nothing happened."

Sakusa silently nodded his head, grinning like a madman that this years old nightmare is coming to an end.

'Finally she will be mine...tonight is the night.' The black haired man hummed as him and Hinata walked off to the meeting spot.

A few hours passed by and (Y/n) was sound asleep in her bed, all the crying drained her, and she just wanted to shut off everyone. So much so that she didn't even answer her brother or sister's calls. The silent apartment was soon disrupted by the sound of the entrance door being opened, and two figures walked inside.

"Shouldn't we wait for Hinata and Atsumu?" Bokuto whispered as Sakusa nodded his head.

"I really could care less where those two idiots are right now. Besides, we should go and prepre our little princess." The Itachiyama alumni muttered as he walked to (Y/n)'s bedroom, his whole body shaking in excitement along with Bokuto's.

"Finally, I have been dreaming of this moment for so long." Bokuto grinned as Sakusa slowly opened the bedroom door. Breath hitching up, Bokuto walked inside and up to (Y/n)'s bed. The man gulped as he looked at her sleeping face, her puffy, red cheeks and pout causing his cock to harden.

Groaning, Sakusa slowly removed her covers, enjoying the sight of her vulnerable figure. Bokuto let out a a sigh as he sat on the bed and caressed (Y/n)'s hair.

"I can't wait for those two." Sakusa finally said as he hovered over the woman, and slowly grabbed onto her pajama pants, pulling them down.

"Finally." Bokuto grinned as Sakusa pulled off her pants, licking his lips when he saw her panties. Quickly unbottoning her pajama shirt, he was more than pleased to see her bare boobs.

"Naughty girl~" Bokuto giggled as Sakusa started kissing up (Y/n)'s leg, her soft skin turning him more and more on.

'And that bastard Motoya kept all of this to himself?! And with how he is, he probably didn't please her to the fullest.'

Bokuto was meanwhile kneading (Y/n)'s nipples, watching in pleasure as the woman started groaning and moaning, her eyes slowly opening, looking at her surrounding in confusion.

"Looks like my little slut is finally up? Look Omi!"

"Wh-what th?!-" (Y/n) shrieked as she realized what was going on, desperately trying to wiggle her body out of this. But all of this was to no avail as their grips on her body tightened.

"Shh baby, we will take great care of you. Just be compliant."

"Get off of me! What the hell?!" (Y/n) glared up at Bokuto as she tried to push him off. This pissed the white/black haired man off, causing him to grab her arms and pin them down, sending the woman a warning growl.

"Don't make it so unnecessarily hard, baby. We know you want this, you are all wet just from our touch." Sakusa cooed as he inserted a finger inside, enjoying the surprised expression and her attempts to hide her moan.

"Don't hold back baby, I want to hear all of the noises." The black haired man laughed, insisting a 2nd and 3rd finger shortly after.

"Stopp~" (Y/n) moaned out as Bokuto played with one of her nipples and sucked the other, moaning at how soft she felt.

"Good girl, just lay back and enjoy it." Sakusa smirked as he pumped his fingers faster and faster, enjoying how hee moans were getting louder and louder.

"You smell so nice... I have been waiting for so long. We all have." Bokuto muttered in between of kissing her neck, leaving a bite mark or two in the process.

"Wha-what are you t-talking about~" (Y/n) panted as she felt her climax approach her.

"We all have had our eyes set on you since high school, and it really enraged me...us to see you with my cousin of all people. But you will soon learn not to mess with us, baby~" Sakusa chuckled as the younger came onto his finger, enjoying the moan she let out.

"So sensitive... Atsumu and Hinata will sure enjoy this." Bokuto teased as he wiped her tears away, kissing her cheek right after.

"Please...please don't go any further... Sakusa, Motoya will be-"

(Y/n) flinched as both men glared and let out low growls.

"Still thinking of that pest? While two of the most sought after athletes in the country are about to give you the night of your life?" Sakusa said as her got up, signaling to Bokuto to change positions. (Y/n) was about to use the moment her hands were free to get up, but Sakusa stopped her.

"You are not going anywhere. The fun is just starting." Sakusa said as (Y/n) watched in horror as Bokuto started taking off his pants. Then suddenly, the younger heard her bedroom door open, and a familiar voice fill up the room.

"Hey! Why didn't ya wait for us?!" Atsumu growled as Hinata whined at the betrayal. The black haired man rolled his eyes along with Bokuto.

"Next time don't take so long. Now wait till Omi and I are finished."

"Not fair! I know (Y/n) longer than any of you, I should do it first!"

"Deal with it, Hinata." Sakusa said, looking down at (Y/n)'s teary eyes, the sight causing him to grow harder than he already was.

The next day, (Y/n) woke up feeling sick and body aching from all the bruises and bite marks the 4 left on her body. But besides that, a weird form of relief washed over her body as she noted that neither of the men were with her. Perhaps, she thought, they left or something. But, just as she started hoping that, her door opened and revealed Hinata's smiling figure. (Y/n) cringed at how normal he was acting, as if he and his friends didn't force themselves on her last night.

"You are awake! Just in time too, Omi made us breakfast." Hinata said cheerfully as he approached her bed, causing the woman to flinch away as he touched her shoulder.

"Huh? Was I that rough with my marking last night? Sorry baby, I will be gentler next time." (Y/n) looked at the grinning man in horror as he said that.

"N-next time?"

"Of course, did you think this was a one time thing?" Gulping, she felt Hinata grab the back of her head and rest his forehead against hers.

"We all are in love with you for years, and if you thought we would leave after we got a taste of how sweet you are...you are dead wrong." Hinata said, the crazy and lovesick look in his eyes made her realize in just how much trouble she was in.

"Besides...of you don't want Komori's career to end in a cheating scandal, you will play the role of the obedient little kitten." Atsumu said from the doorway. (Y/n) moved to look at him in shock as Hinata started kissing her neck, moaning at the pleasant smell.

"How do you-"

"How do we know? Easy, we set him up. You should have seen how much we had to make him drink to convince him that woman was you." Her eyes widened as Atsumu chuckled and walked up to her bed, patting her head and kissing the top of it.

"Remember, your body and soul belong to us from now on, so better not look at any other man, or else these pictures of Komori are going into the public."

(Y/n) felt tears start rolling down her cheeks as Atsumu showed her those again. She knew there was no way out, if only she knew sooner how crazy these 4 were...maybe she would have been more careful. Maybe she would have stayed in Tokyo or even in Miyagi to study,but with the way they were, (Y/n) doubted this distance would have prevented any of this. Atsumu chuckled at the hopeless look the younger had on her face and leaned in to lick some of the tears away.

'Finally I have you hopeless and desperate, just like I always wanted it.'

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meowdarame · 2 years

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𝟗𝟒𝟗 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

pairing: fwb!hajime iwaizumi x f!reader (afab!reader, she/her pronouns)

𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢 (𝟐𝟏). 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐚, 𝐈𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞. You pique the interest of the handsome stranger at your college gym, but little does he know about your troubled past. Ever patient and ever kind, Hajime helps you pick up the broken pieces of your shattered heart, but more questions arise about the nature of your “relationship” as it blossoms— what is he to you? Is he a friend who you can call for a good time, or something more?

warnings: explicit/dark content, 18+ MINORS DNI. heavy themes of SA/noncon (only mentions, none during the duration of the story), PTSD, and hyper-sexuality as a trauma response. chapters will contain smut, fluff, and angst, and all warnings will be appropriately tagged per chapter. reader discretion is extremely advised!

notes: after nearly 8 months of sitting in my drafts, i finally think i’m ready to publish this long-fic. this story is extremely personal to me (in fact, it closely mirrors my own experiences), and so while it may not be the most immersive nor relatable, it’ll give you the most insight into who i am as a person and what i care about. hajime in this story is an homage to my loved ones who were there for me post-assault— a mixture of their amazing traits and caring actions that helped me through dark times. all in all, this fic is a love letter to those around me, to the area i grew up in, and to myself for overcoming something that i thought i never would.

special thanks to: @christeningsakusa for beta-reading and @bxnten for helping me with the masterpost!

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

the crooks that try to steal your heart

us in a king-size, keep it a secret

put your hands on my body (and see the real me)

lock it up and put me in your pocket, love

why aren’t you smiling? (W.A.Y.S.)

epilogue | a final word from the author

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dolliestfairy · 9 months

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𔓘 Tw : Yandere, Dark Content, Spiritual Relationship, Jealousy, the word 'Rot' Mentioned, unholy thoughts, Virginity-take, Dubcon, Marriage, Unwanted pregnancy at the end (?) lmk if i miss anything. Chubby Reader Fics with no Skintone of Reader mentioned.

Do not cross any further Boundaries if this isnt your cup of tea. Dont like it? just block.

thinking abt yandere spirit who are in love with chubby!soft!witch!reader.

Yandere spirit who spending his after-death life with regret because he really blame himself for not meeting you early enough to fuck your fat pussy.

Yandere spirit who is sooo eager to fuck you, seeing you go around with your tight dress that almost made your asscheeks and boobs go explode expose.

Yandere spirit who ask you to do something with him just so he can touch you like a human does.

Yandere spirit who is soo jealous when other people start to touching you without your constent at all. guess someone is going to get hunted this night huh?

Yandere spirit who likes to touch your thights when you were sleeping. putting his hands into your thights while rubbing it softly. as he drown himself in with thoughts of how your soft body texture would feel around his hands.

Yandere spirit who wished you to be dead sooner with him just so you can be together with him forever. seeing other people trying to get into you closer making him gawk.

Yandere spirit who soon enough -- declares a Marriage between you and him in a Village of Spirit or what-so-ever.

Yandere spirit who swears on his life and after-dead life that he would always be there for you even when his flesh was rotting. well i mean.. his flesh was rotting only for you too.

Yandere spirit who cant even explain with words how happy he was when his fingers start to opened up your fatty pussy, as his heads start to move forward to it while his tongue is out -- ready to eat his after-dead meal.

and after all of that dead dreams of his, we finally met to the end; he claimed all of your maidenhood. all of it, all the things you dont know about -- to all the things about sex that was quite popular in the time where he was once lived. where he was once have a dream to try it out, but sadly enough the reaper was fast enough to grab his lifefull soul. and now, its his turn -- as he grab all your maidenhoods that night. and at the early morning, where a blessing from a devils arrived. where you would find the shock of the news that you are carrying his baby just at that moment. yes, your baby. you and his baby. the dead 's baby.

NANAMI, KAISER, Itoshi Brothers, Itto, XIAO, SCARAMOUCHE, Shibura, SEMI EITA, jiraiya, Sugawara, Tsukishima Kei, KAGEYAMA TOBIO, Itachi, CHOSO, Megumi, Gojo, MADARA, Hashirama, DEIDARA, Sasori, Al-Haitam, ZHONGLI, CHILDE, Kaeya, QIN SHI HUANG, Poseidon, OBITO, Kakashi, ALEC, Jack The Ripper, DOUMA, ENMU, Akaza, Muzan, SAKAMAKI AYATO, SAKAMAKI LAITO, Mukami Kou, Sakamaki Reiji, Oikawa, & SHIGARAKI.

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ilylovelyz · 10 months

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sorry, sorry.

pair : bully!sakusa x fem!reader

warning(s) : noncon to dubcon (sakusa says that he's raping reader but trust me he's just saying that to torment her, u can take that however you want), physical assault, bullying, choking, forced throatfucking, non descriptive impregnation, videotaping + leaking, manipulation, gaslighting, misogyny, sexism, all characters are aged up, alcohol

bully!sakusa who cornered you in the girl's locker room, will literally throw a bucket of soap water at you because you're so "dirty." he'll look down at you with satisfactory when your entire body and uniform is soaked with soap buds and the strong oder of cleanliness. he'll mumble a "finally, you don't smell like shit," down at you, eyes shamelessly leering at your now transparent shirt.

bully!sakusa who forces you to sign up to become the volleyball's team manager. he'll either forge your signature or he'll straight up almost break your wrist making you write that shit down. he'll laugh at you when you cry about how your grades are now suffering because being a manager for the team is taking up all of your free time, so you can't study without being tired. "what? you really expected that you'll do something great in life? you're too dumb." he'd say when he catches you trying to study inbetween practices and games.

bully!sakusa who rips up your notebooks and notes when he does catch you trying to study. then the day afterwards when the teacher asks if anyone wants to offer to share their notebook/notes during class, he'll raise his hand up, getting praise for being a good classmate and for volunteering to share with you for the nth time. during those class times, he'd be whispering nonsense into your ears, telling you not to touch his shit or he'll "break your hands and actually give you something to cry about."

bully!sakusa, who during those class lessons, instead of paying attention, he'll be pinching your thighs and wrists, telling you to pay attention. he'll roughly squeeze your inner thighs, making you yelp out in pain during class. he scoffs when you mumble out an embarrassed apology because you can't keep your damn mouth shut.

bully!sakusa, who forces his cock down your throat after class when everyone has left. "maybe this will stop you from interrupting class, huh?" he'd say, burly calloused hands gripping each side of your head, violently pumping your head up and down on his cock. his cock would twitch when you begin to claw at his thighs, lips turning blue due to the lack of oxygen. he'd pull you off his cock suddenly, and pull you by your hair so roughly it gives you whiplash. "don't touch me, damn whore. are you too dumb to breathe through your nose?" he'd yell, and without another word he would shove his cock back down your throat.

bully!sakusa, who would fake being unaware when he gets questioned for being a possible perpetrator for creating, and spreading a video of you getting fucked dumb in the same classroom after he came down your throat. it's clearly him in the video, big hand's wrapped around your throat, teasing and mocking you as your teary, crying eyes roll back in bliss, face flushed with shame as he forcibly splits you open on his thick cock. he has your knees up to your ears, practically bent in half as he batters your cervix on your desk. he mocks you for enjoying being raped, and tells you that nobody will ever listen to you because nobody loves you, and that you should be happy a guy like him is even willing to breathe the same air as you. "he's too good of a student, he'd never do such a thing", the teacher would say before letting him go.

bully!sakusa, who acts surprised when he hears the news about you dropping out. everyone seems to care suddenly, but at the same time; they don't seemed surprised. rumors circulate about the possibles on why you dropped out. "she probably dropped out because of that video of her getting fucked," some idiot would say to him. he'd shake his head, "no, that's not true. it's actually because she's pregnant with her rapist baby and her family is so ashamed of her so they made her drop out because they don't want anyone to see her."

bully!sakusa, who plays dumb when everyone finds out he's the actual father. when asked if he actually raped you, he says that you were actually begging for it and wanted to be treated like a whore. "she's just an attention seeker," someone said after he had told them that you lied. he internally laughs, he was right. nobody even cares about you enough to even take your word.

bully!sakusa, who basically barges into your house after school, giving a respectful nod to your timid mother. he has a little conversation with her as he takes off his shoes. wouldn't wanna make this little place dirtier than it already is. she embarrassingly mumbles apologies for you being a fuck-up, and begs him to forgive you. he fakes a smile at her, "of course, i'll forgive her. i'll make sure to take care of her, don't you worry." as he makes his way up to your room, he scoffs in amazement. not even your own mother cares about you.

bully!sakusa, who isn't surprised when he sees you sitting up on your bed, eyes low with emptiness. you were anticipating him. he doesn't waste a second to fuck you once again in your childhood home, not caring about the fact that your parents can most likely hear your cries and pathetic screams. his hands grope and painfully squeeze at every part of your body as he marks you up with bloody bites and hickies. he's a little more gentle than the previous times he's aggressively raped you. you're carrying his child of course, he has to make sure that he doesn't kill his son (he hopes it's a son because he doesn't want a daughter because she'll become a whore like you.)

bully!sakusa, who while he fucks you, mocks you for falling pregnant with your rapist. he tells you that it's so easy to control your body, and that you basically wanted to be raped with how easily you became pregnant. he puts you into the meanest mating press of your life, cock threatening to break your cervix. threatening to break you. by the end it, you're nothing but a shell of the person you once were, eyes and brain dead with defeat. "you've got nothing left good goin' for you, just give up, damn bitch." he says as he zips up his fly, leaving you sprawled limp onto the bed, pussy sore and leaking full of his cum.

bully!sakusa, whom after he graduates, makes you come live with him as his wife. "nobody will take care of you in the way i do." he tells you when you cried after realizing you're stuck with him forever. pregnant with his child, no education to your name, no support, you do give up. maybe he is whats best for you.

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xobrattymoonxo · 1 year

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Seijoh Six

Tw: Noncon, gangbang, anal, double penetration (same and different hole), creampie, unprotected sex, name calling

Please let me know if I missed anything!

Seijoh six x Fem!reader

Word count: 2.6K

Third Person Pov

It was late at night so she knew she shouldn’t have walked home alone from that frat party semi drunk, especially since the well known gang Seijoh has been going around causing problems in the city. Y/n had a bad feeling when she thought she had caught a glimpse of Hanamaki approaching her at the party, but alas, her friend Yukie abandoned her for a chance to sleep with her own crush. Y/n did try to call an uber but her card declined, so walking was the only option. She didn’t live far from campus, but far enough that it would be a terrifying walk home at almost 3am while intoxicated.

A car pulled up behind her and stopped. Y/n quickened her pace, stumbling a bit. She was sure she was about to die, so she ran. A man got out of the car and began to run behind her. She sped up but due to her being intoxicated she got really dizzy and tripped on a curb. Y/n fell face first onto the sidewalk. Another man got out of the car and ran up to her body, facedown on the sidewalk.

“Shit, make sure she's okay. Boss will be pissed if she’s hurt.” A man spoke from above her.

Another man reached out and picked her up. Y/n had a bloody nose.

“Give me your shirt Maki.” The large man holding her demanded.

“Why mine? You're the one holding her, Matsun.”

“Exactly, I am holding her idiot. Now hurry up before Yahaba gets out of the car.”

“Fine.” Hanamakii groaned.

He pulled his shirt off and gave Matsukawa it. He held it up to Y/n’s nose. Not knowing if she's conscious or not, Matsukawa picked her up and carried her the short way down the street to the car. Matsun tossed her into the back seat with ease. He climbed into the back seat with her as Maki climbed into the passenger seat.

“Let’s get out of here Yahaba.” Matsukawa spoke.

Yahaba stepped on the gas and drove as fast as he could back to headquarters.

Y/n was groaning in the back seat in pain with her possible broken nose. She was in so much pain it ended up making her pass out on the back seat, half in matsuns lap, half falling off the seat.

They arrived rather quickly to Headquarters. It was a huge mansion on the outskirts of Miyagi. It was pretty suspicious but Seijoh ran Miyagi with an iron fist. Maki was the first one out of the car. He opened the passenger door to see Matsukawa holding y/n’s head up.

“Is she even alive?” “Yeah, she’s breathing. Don’t worry. Let’s just get her inside to Oikawa.” Matsukawa said.

“Hurry up! Kyotani is waiting by the door now.” Yahaba said to the two.

Matsun carefully slid out from under Y/n and stepped out of the car. He picked up Y/n and carried her towards the door.

Kyotani stood holding open the door for the three men.

“What’s wrong with her nose, Matsukawa?” Kyotani asked.

“She fell on the sidewalk, she was really drunk when she left the party.”

“Oikawa is going to be pissed.” Kyotani said.

Matsukawa huffed as he walked into the house. He carried her down the stairs to the basement and into a dimly lit room. He placed her on the floor and tied her arms behind her back with the rope that was left there.

“We just have to wake her up now.” A voice spoke from behind him. He turned to see Iwaizumi and Oikawa standing there.

“She may have broken her nose.”

Iwaizumi bent down and looked at her nose.

“Definitely broken.” Iwaizumi said.

“I wanted her unharmed, but I guess a little broken nose is okay.” Oikawa said.

A few more men filled the room. Kyotani passed Oikawa a bucket and a cloth.

“Are you waterboarding her?” Hanamaki asked.

“It will wake her up, won’t it?” He said with a devilish smirk. Iwazumi rolled Y/n on her back and held her shoulders.

Oikawa placed the cloth over her mouth and began to pour water into it.

Y/n tried to jump up and gasp, but Iwaizumi was too strong. She kicked her feet crazy as she felt as if she was drowning. Oikawa had finally run out of water as he and Iwaizumi stood up. Y/n sat up and coughed crazily. She began to back away from the large semi circle of men, fearing what would come next.

“Good morning Sleeping Beauty.” Yahaba said with a laugh.

“What do you want from me?” Y/n asked, fear dripping from her voice.

“I just want you.” Oikawa said as he walked closer. Y/n scrambled to her feet as she looked Oikawa dead in the eyes and kicked him directly in the dick.

“FUCK! YOU LITTLE BITCH THAT HURTS!” He screamed out.

Y/n tried to make a daring run to the door as her shoulder was grabbed. She was quickly tossed down to the ground. She looked up to see Yahaba with a devious smirk on his face.

Oikawa got up and approached Y/n.

“I was going to go easy, but now that I know you like it rough, it's a different story.” Oikawa said,

“Please… just let me go.” Y/n begged.

“No, you’re ours now you little bitch.”

Oikawa bent down and began pulling off Y/n’s jeans. Iwazumi bent down and ripped her shirt in half. She laid in her bra and underwear on the cold cement floor.

“Look how hot and helpless she looks, boys. I’m having a turn first then she’s all yours.”

Oikawa pulled Y/n up and untied the rope. He pulled her shirt remains off and then unclasped her bra. He pushed her back down on the cement floor roughly. It's only ours now.” He said with a maniacal laugh.

“Look at your perfect body, Y/n. I can’t believe it’s all ours now.”

He places her left tit in his mouth as he begins to suck roughly. Oikawa grabs Y/n’s other tit in his right hand. He began to play with the nipple. Y/n moaned out as Oikawa laughed.

“Enjoying yourself?” He said between sucking Y/n’s tit and getting air.

“Common boss! Fuck her already!” Hanamaki shouts.

“Shut the fuck up.” Oikawa spat.

Oikawa reached down and ripped Y/n’s panties in half. He spread her legs open as he pushed between them. He shoved a finger in Y/n’s slightly wet pussy.

“Ahh.” Y/n moaned.

Oikawa smirked to himself as he shoved two more inside. He began to speed up. He curled his fingers inside as he pulled them in and out. Y/n was a moaning mess by this time. Oikawa was quick to bring Y/n to an orgasm, but right before she was about to cum, he pulled his fingers out. He placed them in his mouth as he moaned, tasting the flavor of Y/n’s pussy.

Oikawa pulled away as he began undoing his pants. Y/n began to back away. Oikawa grabbed her ankles and pulled her back towards himself. He lined himself up at her entrance and began to push in.

“Please stop! I don’t want this!” “You were just moaning like a dirty slut and your pussy is dripping.” Oikawa spat.

“No plea- oh MY GOD” She shouted as he fully pushed inside.

Oikawa grabbed Y/n’s hips as he picked up the pace. He wasn’t the thickest but he was indeed large. He was hitting her G spot along with her cervix. She began to moan even louder as he sped up.

He already felt himself getting close as Y/n was so tight and growing tighter by the second as she neared her orgasm as well. He moaned out as he pushed himself in one last time. Y/n felt him twitch inside her.

“Please… not inside.” She begged between breaths.

“I own you, I can do what I want, slut.” He spat in her face.

WIth that she felt hot ropes of cum shooting up into her cervix.His cum sent Y/n’s body in a frenzy, leading her to come undone too. Oikawa rode out their highs before he pulled out.

“So who’s next? Or will it be a group effort?” He asked the 5 men standing behind him.

Matsukawa was the first to move. He looked down at Y/n breathing heavily on the floor.

“I call dibs on her pussy.” He said.

“Matsukawa is hung like a horse, good luck.” Iwaizumi said.

Y/n’s eyes widen as Matsukawa pulls down his pants and boxers. His cock really was hung like a horse. She had no idea how she would even fit that inside her.

“Like what you see, little one?” He said cockily.

He bent down and grabbed your hips, lining himself up at her dripping entrance. She screamed out as he pushed inside her. He was much thicker than Oikawa and much longer. Matsukawa laughed as he continued to push inside her sensitive pussy. She began to cum instantly over his cock due to the size. Hanamaki moaned as she did so. He picked up the pace only pounding into her harder.

“God, she's tight.” He moaned out.

“A perfect doll for us to ruin.” Yahaba laughed.

Kyotani began to grow irritated just watching.

“Move over, I want a turn too.” He said as he pushed Matsukawa.

“Her pussy is mine.” He growled possessively.

“She has a perfectly good asshole that's not being used.”

“Please… no … no more.” Y/n begged between thrusts.

Kyotani got down on the floor and flipped Y/n on her side. Matsukawa continued to relentlessly pound into her. Kyotani spread her ass cheeks as he sucked on two fingers. He forced into her asshole without warming.

“Stop please, it hurts!” Y/n screamed.

“I can prep you or I can go in right away. Your choice.” Kyotani spat.

Y/n said nothing as Kyotani smirked. He forced the other finger in y/n’s tight asshole. She groaned out. Kyotani pulled out only a few seconds after due to his growing impatience. He pulled his cock out of his pants as he lined it up with Y/n’s back entrance. Matsukawa held to a stop and almost pulled all the way out of Y/n’s pussy.

Matsukawa and Kyortani looked at each other as they began to push in at the same time.Y/n screamed out at the pain as she held onto Matsukawa’s shirt. Kyotani began to push harder as he made it all the way inside. The two began to pump in and out slowly as Y/n began to cry from the pain and pleasure she felt.

Kyotani began to pound into y/n’s backside as matsukawa did it from the front. Yahaba approved them as he motioned for Matsukawa to move a bit. Yahaba wiggled his way in and pulled out his cock. He shoved it against Y/n’s mouth, forcing her to open her mouth.

“Use your teeth and I’ll kill you.” Yahaba threatened.

Y/n began to get pounded from all three holes as she cried harder. Matsukawa was now at a level where he was able to shove one of Y/n’s tits in his mouth. He roughly pinched the other one’s nipple until it began to bleed from how rough he was being. The one in his mouth was the same. He felt her crimson liquid on his tongue but that didn’t stop him. Yahaba continuously hit her broken nose as she was screaming out in pain. Yahaba felt her vibration from her mixed moans and screams and went faster.

“Fuck you feel so good.” Yahaba said.

“Probably would be better without your ass in my face.” Matsukawa spoke up.

“I’ll be quick.” Yahaba said back.

“Fuck shes so tight.” Kyotani groaned.

Yahaba was true to his words and was quick to spill his hot load down Y/n’s throat.Y/n felt herself grow closer as her two holes got tighter around the men. Matsukawa finally stopped with her bleeding nipples as he and kyotani looked at each other and nodded. They came in unison with each other, stuffing y/n’s hole full of cum while her orgasm hit. Y/n thought Matsukawa’s would never stop. The two pulled out at the same time, trying to keep their cum inside her.

“That felt amazing.” Matsukawa said huffing and puffing.

“Hurry up guys, I want a turn.” Hanamaki whined.

“She’s all yours.” Matsukawa motioned to her body laying on the floor panting.

“I want her pussy!” Hanamaki shouted excitedly.

“After Matsun? You’re brave.” Iwaizumi said.

“You gonna take her ass?” Matsukawa asked.

“Yes, I can’t wait to feel how tight the bitch is.” Iwaizumi said.

Iwaizumi walked over to Y/n. Her nose was bleeding and swollen again, her nipples dripping with blood and her holes leaking cum. She looked absolutely destroyed and he loved it. He couldn’t wait to destroy her asshole even more.

Iwaizumi slid his pants down as he lined himself up at her back entrance.

“Please.. I can’t take it anymore.” Y/n said just above a whisper.

“Oh I think you are capable of more. Actually Maki, I have something for us to try.” Oikawa said with an evil grin.

Hanamaki and Oikawa walked up to Y/n’s body and bent down close to her.

“Iwai, put her in your lap.” He does as he's told. “Now you guys go in first, then I go in, with Maki.”

“NO PLEASE!” Y/n tried to throw herself off iwazumi’s lap.

Iwaizumi wrapped his arms around her waist holding her on his lap, cock poking her asshole still. During the struggle fight, Iwaixumi somehow managed to slip inside her asshole. She froze up as crazy amounts of pleasure washed over her. This allowed Hanamkai to slip inside as well.

“Jesus Matsun! It's like a sticky pool in her!”

“Let me see.” Oikawa said as he began to force himself inside.

“Please! Please no!” Y/n cried.

Oikawa just laughed as he finally forced the tip inside. After he got the tip in he was quick to force the rest of himself inside next to Hanamaki.Y/n moaned out yet again as an orgasm washed over her body, squeezing them all tightly.

“Fuck” They all moaned in sync.

Y/n began crying again as Iwaizumi began to bounce her up and down on his cock.Oikawa and hanamaki began to move in unison as well.

“He does have a point, Horse cock. There's a lot of cum inside her right now.” Oikawa said as he felt her sticky walls half around him.

Then three began to thrust together inside her as she sobbed and came repetitively.

“The way this bitch is grasping me, I’ll cum sooner than I thought.” Iwaizumi muttered.

“Fuck same.” Hanamaki said.

The three didn’t get much further when another orgasm came over y/n, causing Hanamaki to spill his seed first. Close after Oikawa was cumming undone inside her pussy once again.

Both men pulled out as Iwaizumi kept going. His bounces became more erratic as cum spilled out from her pussy.

Iwazumi felt himself start twitching as he pulled her down on his cock for one final thrust, spilling his own load in her asshole next to Kyotani’s. She surprised everyone by squirting all over the floor in front of her.

“Wow the bitch has got powers.” Hanamaki said.

Iwaizumi pulled out as he placed her back down on the floor. He stands up and pulls his pants back up.

The six men now all standing close by the door as Hanamaki Unlocks it.

Before the door shuts Y/n hears one final thing,

“Tell Kindaichi, Kunimi and Watari she's ready for them now.”

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