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ladythot · 11 months

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Do you have any yandere Doyle concepts? Please do tell them all ✨

Ehe o well u know me, ofcawz I do 👌 here r some few my brain worms have been feasting on, not sorry for the cliffhangers I refuse to spoil the entire good show

Tw; forced relationships, yandere, abduction, noncon, power imbalance

Top student reader who's been rumored to be dating a bankable yakuza classmate in her class against her will—the yakuza being her boyfriend for a week and whatnot. During the weeks and days she's forced to do anything by the rules the yakuza made in terms of their relationship, otherwise declining is a proposal to her own death along with her family. Eventually, she'll stick around for awhile til the last thing she thinks of is tell baki about it whom the yakuza always tried to play sticks and stones with and be the one carrying broken bones at the end of the day. Once baki abides to her pleas—she's free by the time the classmate had been beaten to a pulp.

One thing she never thought of is when she'll endure a backlash ever since she was back to living her normal college life—everyday seemed to be prudent. But everything ends with a sharp point to her good luck; hector was commissioned to annihilate her in the most inhumane way in exchange for a hefty sum the yakuza offered.

It didn't take much for him to take the commission and start the scheme but one thing was stopping him for sure, his goal being able to taste defeat persists when he heard baki was on her side—he sees this as an opportunity to fight him as he begins with her being his pawn for the scheme. The apartment she's stowed in is a cramped one with only a bed and a coffee table in one room like how a man without more than one ambition lives.

His obsession grew on her once he learns she takes his beating very well; being fucked relentlessly as he despoils every good value of her being to the point everyone fails to recognize her when she comes out, making her disheveled form the invitation to baki.

Tw; knifeplay, noncon, loss of virginity, blackmailing

Softhearted reader with little to no nerves to face guts and glory—all the while her dad is an avid knife enthusiast that hordes a various collection of knives that held a man-made frame in their living room which never failed to daunt her each time she takes glances at the frame. While she takes an innate aversion to it, the bond they have is stronger than her fear of sharp objects. The father was always on about the previous news of knives-n-blades from the newspapers and what not; one person caught his attention from the article that informs about the person's blade implants along with his criminal background—Hector Doyle. Her dad worked on meeting him from scouring multiple contacts to a higher degree and eventually attaining his goal.

The hitman presenting himself uninterested but accommodates with her father's inquiry while showing his implants. The girl watched from afar while her gut churned, all the while her curiosity got the best of her as she takes occasional glances at the man who's only sitting with a pair of brief. Her eyes stomaching the artificial pain his body possibly risked as they land on nooks and crannies of his physique. Doyle notices this and looks at her with an unintentional cold glare or what she deemed it as. She would turn her head away immediately and Doyle takes it as an insult since her father was also one of his paid targets to kill but instead of making her bear the raw image of that, he made a quick chat with her in a dark alley on his way home after giving his dad some information about blade implants and in exchange to that—he sold his plans with her father to her.

Making it known that her father is in death's grip and her only way of releasing him is by being obedient to the man behind her that held a blade to her neck against a cold wall.

#tw.yandere #tw.noncon #tw.knifeplay #tw.violence #tw.blackmailing #no proofread #just thoughts zzz

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full-cowlings · 2 years

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𝐀𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇

includes | DARK CONTENT / KINKS ! villain! adult! izuku midoriya x fem! bodied reader, though no pronouns used except ‘you’ & a few ‘they’s ‘, knife play, blood play, fear play (?) , degradation, hard dom izuku / ooc izuku ,,, this was just very self indulgent which is why he’s ooc :nervous_laughter: , restraint mentions , small bit of fingering (f receiving ) , dirty talk , no actual penetration, that may be it ?

word count | 1616

The cold feel of steel was cold against your skin, harsh and stern as the blade was pressed against your skin, gently dragging it down your side.

Most of your clothes had already been discarded by now — well… cut and ripped from your body, laying on the floor instead. All that was left was your undergarments… something the person wielding the knife was careful to avoid.

For now anyhow…

And the person who was doing this to you? None other than the well known villain, Izuku Midoriya… your partner and beloved.

However he wasn’t in the happiest of moods, for he had a long day with the league… and your pictures of the new lingerie set you bought that had been sent to him only increased this annoyance.

He had wished to have been there to take the picture for you, add them to his pretty collection. But instead he was forced to continue the grueling tasks of the villain’s day while trying to keep himself from picturing how you’d look if you were under him just about now.

And when those pictures had just kept coming… he became irked, you knew what you were doing, this was all a part of the game you liked to play with him… but he didn’t want you to believe you actually had the upper hand… Midoriya couldn’t have that, now could he?

Which is what had led you to be in this current situation now, your wrists crossed over one another while tied above your head, your legs tied to either side of the bedpost to display your most revealing parts to him.

You gave up struggling a while ago, considering how Izuku had quickly brought out his switch knife and had it pressed against your throat as he whispered for you to “stop struggling, doll~”.

“I think I should punish you by fucking you until you beg me to stop, but then I could keep going until you can’t sit right, or until I’m satisfied. Seems like a fit punishment, don’t you agree?”

His words came out lowly, yet they still stayed smooth and never wavered. Izuku had always been sweet to you, despite his villain status, you were his sweetheart, his world — and he’d burn down the city if it meant he could show you the lights.

However there was a rather terrifying part of him too, a side that came out in moments like this, the side that loved to see you struggle and hear you whimper as he dented your skin only slightly with the knife.

And it was a side of him that you loved… it was thrilling, the adrenaline rush of it all… you couldn’t get enough.

“You’re so pretty, even like this, tied up, scared, a mess….”

Izuku cooed, his viridescent eyes gleaming down at you with a certain fondness — with a certain sadistic glint. “ I haven’t even touched you properly yet and you’re already soaked for me, aren’t you, [name]?~”

Midoriya chuckled at the way you could only muster a soft whimper in reply, his scarred hand dipping down to your thighs with the knife in hand.

His fingers traced delicate patterns on the plush of your thighs and you sighed at the feeling, his hands a familiarity to you from how many times he has made you tip over the edge of pleasure with them.

But this time it was different.

For soon his calloused hands had been replaced by the tip of his knife once more, soon dragging down your skin. It was ever so lightly at first, though soon the steel had dug into your skin a little as he dragged it down, causing you to yelp out at the sudden pain… for he had drawn blood.

And yet there was something so undeniably hot at the way you watched his eyes gleam in sadistic delight, the way you felt yourself throb as he slowly lent down and licked away the small droplets of blood.

And there was something that made you soak through the intricate lace of the lingerie’s panties after he had locked eyes with you, smirking against your skin.

This side of Izuku was one you would never get used to, sadistic, calculating his every move and adoring the way your eyes light up in fear of what he was going to do — yet the way your head dipped back in the moment of pleasure from his knife pressing against your inner thighs.

It was a beautiful sight.

You were a beautiful sight for him.

Midoriya gave a soft hum, his freehand coming up to hold your jaw and tilt your head back to look at him. Although his touch was soft, caring. Like the old version of him peaked out. “You remember our safeword, right, darling?”

The villain gave a soft yet small smile, kissing you quickly before leaning over you once more.

And you nodded — knowing the color system you two have set up for scenes like this. “Words, doll.”

“Of course I do, Izuku.”

“Good.”

He adored the sight of you.

Your breathing heavy, the rise and fall of your chest heavier and faster than its normal pace, your eyes half-lidded yet your pupils blown with lust and need… and your own slick dripping down your thighs.

“And to think my doll can be such a slut… you truly do look like quite the whore, don’t you?” Midoriya chuckled, voice low as his empty hand applied pressure against your clit.

And you gasped, the sudden stimulation giving you a sense of relief but not enough. And that was when you felt it.

His fingers worked skillfully inside of you like they had many times before, his gaze shifting from the blood trickle down your collarbone and to your sternum before green eyes glowed at you as he watched your expressions.

The blade was now against your neck, Izuku’s eyes gleaming down at you with a smirk adorning his features.

“So how about this… you can either choose for my fingers in you or my cock… although both options include my knife against your pretty little throat as I watch you struggle to not arch upwards and cut yourself… although don’t forget Tomura and Dabi are just outside that door too, of course.”

Your eyes rolled back soon afterwards, his scarred and rough fingers dipping into your walls as he left a cut or two by the dark love marks he had sucked on your collarbone only mere moments before.

He always did find it amusing how quickly your expression could turn lewd… and he wondered just how lewd he could get you?

His hand lowered again and with a flick of his knife, the only piece of fabric that was covering your most revealing part to him was cut and fell off to the side.

The knife trailed your body, leaving marks and small cuts into your skin, from the plush of your thighs to the soft skin of your side and torso.

At the way your eyes rolled from both the pleasure and the pain, he would have sworn he would have carved his name into your thigh right then and there… perhaps then you’d truly understand who you belong to.

“The whore’s so desperate they can’t even answer a question…” He sighed in faux disappointment and instead of continuing to stretch out your walls for him, he pulled his fingers out.

Your slick covered his fingers so well, you were so desperate, so needy, even despite the fact that he had just been making you bleed a few moments more.

Izuku was always fond of it, fond of how obedient you were for him… even though he would have to put you in your place for some of your misdeeds.

You whined at the loss of his fingers, feeling empty once more, that was until a sharp gasp and sinful moan cut you off after he had grabbed a fistful of your hair and made you look at him.

“You’re so dirty, do you like it that much? Do you like your Izu treating you like this? ” Trailing the knife up once more, leaving the small drops of your blood at your torso, Izuku leaned down to bite on your neck, just barely grazing the cuts he had left.

His knife was against your throat once more after he felt you squirm against the restraints, “you should see your expression, so lewd… you want this, don’t you? To be good for me… to let me carve my name into your skin so you and everyone else will know who you belong to… who owns you. The dumb whore wanted to be my pet… who would’ve thought you’d turn into such a filthy whore for me?”

Izuku Midoriya chuckled, the villain enjoying how your eyes struggled to stay half lidded as you tried not to give in to the overwhelming sense of painful pleasure and pleasurable pain.

Pressure was applied to your throat, the knife dipping into your skin there. “I’m not going to do anything until you tell me exactly what you want…”

You whimpered, desperately trying to get some sort of relief without making the blade dent your skin further. Now he was side glancing at you and you could feel him smirk against your skin as he licked at the cuts.

Izuku Midoriya was a villain who had a side to him you never knew about…

“So, come on, doll… what will it be?~”

And with it brought an adrenaline rush you couldn’t get enough of.

“ Say it. I want to hear you beg for it as I fuck you with my knife against that pretty throat of yours ~ ”

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jaegerbby · 9 months

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➳ baby take a look around...

general

ask.san | all asks

san.says | my rambling

san.simps | drabbles

san.stories | full fics

fandom tags

🩷.jjk | 🩷.bnha | 🩷.tr | 🩷.aot | 🩷.bluelock

trigger warning and content tags

📁.corruption kink

📁.virginity kink

📁.dumbification

📁.size kink

📁.spit kink

📁.breeding kink | 📁.impregnation

tw.snuff

tw.coercion | tw.manipulation | tw.blackmail

tw.power imbalance

tw.toxic relationship

tw.noncon | tw.dubcon

tw.somnophilia

tw.stepcest | tw.incest

tw.gunplay | tw.knifeplay

tw.alcohol | tw.drugs

tw.yandere

i do not write anything that is not on this list.

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xo-lynx · 3 years

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Where are you going doll?!

Character(s): Yandere Vil Deku

Warnings ⚠️: yandere themes, knife play, quick mention of g*n play, mention of blood, degradation, being called dumb, and slut. I think that's it, if I missed something please let me know! 🙏🏻💕

WC; 387

Summary: quickly written draft that I wanted to work on, but anyways you try to go off on your own but villain Deku doesn't approve and brings his doll back.

Consider joining my discord server, for writers and to RP with others or tupperbox 18+ only.

“What’s the matter doll? You’re bleeding everywhere! Did I make too many cuts this time?” Deku looks in your eyes and cups your face. “If you weren’t such a naughty doll I wouldn’t have to cut you up so much. Youll learn eventually, dont worry I'll get it through that foolish head of yours! Maybe I'll use the gun next time.” Deku drags the blade across your cheek making your eyes grow wider and your body tremble in fear. He knicks the skin making drops of blood flow down your pale face. Your whole body frozen underneath his much larger frame. Your breaths are shallow, trying to focus on a way to get out of the situation.

“I-I’m sorry Izuku… I didn’t mean to upset you. Please, forgive me. P-please let me go, I promise to listen next time.” You stutter over your words, they are breathy and hard to understand with you sobbing.

“I don’t think you get it, you’ve been such a naughty doll for your master. You know I dont like when you run off and don’t tell me where you’re going.” Deku’s smile turns into a frown and he leans down and licks the tears from your face. “Now doll, if you can promise not to be a dumb little slut again; I’ll let you up and wrap your wounds in bandages.” He grabs you by the throat and kisses you hard like nothing ever happened.

Picking you up and cradling you close to his chest he hums to you while carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up. Izuku sits you down on the sink and brushes his calloused fingers over your delicate skin moving the hair out of your face.

“Youre such a pretty doll, and I have you all to myself” he hums in amusement. He reaches above you to where all the medical stuff is to get what he needs. Taking his time to make sure he cleans you up well and bandages you properly. You squirm in pain, letting soft whimpers out. Shushing you quickly, with a kiss.

"All done doll, now next time don't try to run away from me okay? Cause I will always find you." He gives you a smile before picking you up again and taking you back to your room.

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officialhanamaki · 3 years

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It's that time of the day. You already know the drill, sunshine.

TW Knife & Knifeplay below

Please remember consent is important above all!

You see this little toy I have here, baby? This shiny little thing. I can't wait to have you pinned down beneath me, tracing its very edge down your body, dragging it across your skin and drive you wild, breath hitching at the sensation. Suppose I have you blindfolded, how much more will your body react to its coldness? I want to know. It would be such an exhiliarating experience for us both.

Would you like that?

#love—hiro #the.sunset #tw.knife #tw.knifeplay

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sugawara-sweetheart · 3 years

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phantasm (m)

❥daichi sawamura x fem!reader

❥warnings: consensual non-consent, gag + rope bunny!reader, use of scissors (cuts clothes)/blade play?, choking, violent threat (like one), fear play?, aftercare

❥word count: 2.0k

❣︎anon: Pls can i request cnc with Daichi👉👈 Where the reader gets tied up and stuff (idk soft also)

out of all the kinks he’d experienced before daichi didn’t think he’d be into this. it was supposed to be wrong, disgusting and immoral- everything that was the opposite for what he stood for yet he can’t deny that just anticipating it had blood rushing to his throbbing cock, pressed against the tight restrains of his pants.

he stares down at you, skin feeling hot and dark eyes pinning you in place. you look so helpless, so terrified with your body tied with ropes. one around your wrists behind your back, one attached to either ankle, confining you to the bed and leaving your legs spread, ready for him to take you as he pleased. you squirm and cry, saliva drenching the gag tied between your lips, muffling your sobs but the tears that cling to your lashes, that roll down your cheeks look so pretty.

“you going to be good for me?” your eyes widen when he speaks to you, voice low and raspy with arousal but sweet enough it’s almost mocking, and you whimper into the gag, clenching your teary eyes shut when he clambers onto the bed, leaning over you. “i’ll take the gag off, but if you scream don’t think i won’t crush that pretty little throat of yours.” you shake, eyes widened with fear when he wraps his large hands around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your eyes roll to the back of your throat, your body tensing with the panic rushing through you before he lets go, not bothering to hold back a chuckle. how adorable. how cute you are so scared, so utterly terrified. it’ll feel good, he knows the thrill of fear is only fuelling you arousal, that you’ll love this.

you cry out into the gag, trying to drag yourself away from daichi when he brings out the scissors. eyes rounded, your hands trying to fight against the tight ropes binding you but it’s no use, not when you’re utterly trapped and daichi smiles under the mask as he traces the cold tip of the metal scissors along your tear-stained cheeks.

“hey, be good and still for me or i might just end up cutting you.” you’re quivering as he presses the sharp tip into your skin, your cheek paling but then he lifts it off before it can pierce your skin, leaving you gasping for air in relief. the cold blade of the scissors press against your wet, drooling skin as he cuts through the gag, your body frozen with the utter fear and your fingers tightening around the ropes bounding you so tight they burn against your palm.

“please, please,” you beg, writhing beneath him. “i won’t tell anyone- please leave me!”

“pretty girl,” daichi mutters as he trails the scissors down your throat, scraping the icy metal along your vein. “i’ll leave after i take what i want. and that’s this sweet, pretty little pussy.” he grabs your clothed pussy, making you sob but he knows different- he can feel you throb through the fabric, can feel your slick drenching through. he knows how good you’ll feel, how tight your little cunt will cling to his cock, how good you’ll milk him when he uses you.

“no- no!” you’re shaking but you don’t dare move when daichi leads the scissors down to your cunt, your face drawn with horror. the little pressure he applies tapping the side of the blades against your clit makes you gasp, your nails digging into your palms from how tight you’re clenching your fists.

“i just want to see this pretty pussy.” he murmurs. your soft cries fill the darkened room when he snips along the cloth, cutting your panties with teasing snips as your body trembles. you can feel the metal along your folds, so close to hurting you as your heart pounds but then it’s gone and cold air meets your cunt, daichi inhaling sharply. his eyes are fixated on your pussy, making you feel so exposed but the hand that rests against your thigh, massaging it slowly is a reassuring reminder that this is just fantasy. it’s not real, it’s still daichi. one word and this whole thing will fade away.

“look at this cunny.” he tuts, sliding his fingers between your folds. “you’re getting so wet and i’ve not even done anything.” you can’t resist the whine that escapes when he presses a thumb to your clit, your face crumpling as you shake your head wildly.

“no- i don’t- i don’t want this.” but the gleam in his darkened, lustful eyes matches yours.

“but i want it, princess.” he murmurs sweetly, swirling his thumb faster whilst the other reaches up to your face, swiping along your wet, saliva-coated lips. “I want this pretty pussy so bad i can’t wait much longer.”

you cry out when he plunges his fingers into you, the long thick limbs stretching you out more than you’d anticipated. it burns a little when he scissors them, stretching out your tight little pussy as you whine. it feels wrong- he’s violating you with his fingertips rubbing at your spongy walls, thrusting fast and hard. it’s rough, every fingerfuck tinged with pain but you can hear your wetness squelching under your soft cries. or are they moans?

“this cunny of yours is so tight.” he grunts. you can feel his hard cock throbbing against your thigh, almost rutting against you. “but you’ll take me, won’t you? you’ll let me stretch out this pretty pussy of yours.”

“n-no! i- i won’t- stop!” but your voice is permeated with breathy gasps, walls clinging tighter to his fingers and your head spinning. you’re supposed to hate this, him fingerfucking you, watching your tight hole suck in his fingers against your will, the other hand roaming to grope your clothed chest.

you gasp when he rips his fingers out of you, leaving your cunt throbbing and a fresh wave of stinging tears fill your eyes when you see him reach for the buckle of his belt.

“no- stop! leave me! leave me alone-” you’re cut off by a pressure weighing down on your throat, all breath lost from you as he squeezes his hand around your throat, tightening on the sides to make you gasp. your hands itch to scrape at his hand, rip it off your throat but you can’t as the ropes burn into your wrists, leaving you utterly helpless. every kick you try is in vain with your ankles tied and you’re left to watch daichi reach into his unzipped jeans, pulling out his hard cock.

the head is flushed red, beads of precum leaking from the tip snd he’s so thick, so long you know that even with the wetness dripping down between your legs it’ll still burn.

“s-stop!” your last beg is nothing more than a frail, wheezed gasp before he shoves his length into your tight cunt.

it hurts. everything feels too much, too big as he throbs against your pulsating, burning walls, his moans and grunts loud against your skin between his wet, open-mouthed kisses.

“fuck- fuck- you’re so tight.” he groans, fingers squeezing your little throat tighter to make your walls clench around him. “so tight for me- this pussy is just perfect.” your head is spinning, cloudy and hazy as stinging tears fill your eyes and the moment his hand releases your throat, you’re gasping for air, sobbing and shaking below him.

“stop! g-get out of me! stop!” you cry. the ropes resist your kicks, your hands tied to your back as you writhe but daichi doesn’t care, his hips slowly rocking as his hand slides between your bodies, thumb pressing against your swollen clit.

“don’t act like you don’t like it, y/n.” he whispers, eyes taking in your swollen lips and tear-stained cheeks. “you’re so wet- so tight- fuck, this pretty pussy feels so good.” his head falls back as his thrusts grow faster, the curve of his cock hitting all the sensitive spots deep inside you. “you’re so good for letting me take you, for letting me use this tight little cunt.”

“b-but i didn’t! i don’t want- ugh-” you can’t even fight back when daichi thrusts harder, his hips snapping into yours and his cock brushing that sensitive spot that makes your walls clamp down tighter around him, every vein brushing against your sensitive walls. it’s not supposed to feel good- but the pain is fading and your heart thumps. you’re so scared, so terrified, feeling so tainted and violated as he uses you but it just makes you wetter.

“shhh, of course you want it. you’re taking my cock so well aren’t you, when i rape your cute little pretty? you’re dripping all over me. how cute.” he murmurs. the hand that reaches for your jaw is oddly soft compared to the hard, fast thrusts that fills your pussy up entirely, cockhead edging towards your cervix. pleasure and pain rushes through you as daichi holds your face towards his, forcing your teary eyes to meet his darkened lustful orbs.

“p-please, stop this!” you cry harder when he strokes his thumb along your trembling bottom lip before sliding it into your mouth, pressing it against your tongue and moaning at the feeling of your saliva coating his skin.

“you look so pretty when you cry. do you want to cum? i know you do- you like this, don’t you? you like me doing this to you, don’t you? it’s okay, baby, you can cum for me, i know you want to.”

you’re shaking your head, crying but you’re sucking on his thumb as the tears stream down your face. he swirls your clit faster, your walls gripping his throbbing cock as the sensitivity builds, reaching the climax before you cum. wetness gushes from your convulsing pussy, coating his cock in a thick sheen of your release as he groans, fucking you through your high. you’re sobbing, disgusted with yourself but it feels so good with the euphoric warmth running through you, teary eyes rolling to the back of your head. and then you’re empty, only the cock of his head stuffed in the very entrance of your cunt. his head falls back as he pumps his shaft fast, lubricated in your sticky, glistening release.

“going to make this pretty pussy all mine. all mine-” your heart thuds, blood ringing in your ears as you realise he isn’t jerking off on you- he’s jerking off in you!

“no!” your cry is ignored over his deep grunts as he pumps his twitching length to an orgasm. hot ropes of cum fill your pussy, warm and sticky as it floods your cunt, clinging to your walls.

then it’s all over. daichi pulls out with heavy pants and reaches immediately for the ropes, untying them slowly and running his fingers over the sore, reddened skin.

“hey, y/n, sweetie.” he murmurs softly, brushing the hair out of your sweaty face. his face is etched with concern, searching your glazed eyes. “you okay? speak to me, baby.”

“daichi,” he lets you fall into his arms, rubbing your back as you nuzzle your face into his chest. you can hear his heart thumping just as much as yours is, his hands resting on you feeling so hesitant that you just squeeze him tighter till he relaxes in your hold. “daichi, i love you.”

there's a sigh of relief from him and your heart twinges slightly. you’re still shaking but you cling to him, breathing in his soft scent infused with his natural body scent that reminds you so much of home.

“i love you too, baby. you’re okay, i’m here. you’re safe.” you smile against his chest, looking up at him through your lashes as he presses kisses to your dampened forehead.

“you’re okay too, daichi.” you whisper. “you made me feel good, b-but don’t leave me.” you feel secure as he nods, holding you tighter with his legs slotting between yours.

“don’t worry, i'm right here for you. i’m not going anywhere.”

#tw.cnc #tw.knifeplay #darkconfectionery #daichi imagines #daichi x reader #daichi fic #daichi x y/n #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fic #hq imagines #hq x reader #hq fic

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