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kiyoomi-levin · 3 months

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here for you (yan!Suna RinatroxF!reader)

a/n this has been a wip for so long... enjoy! i'm working on a atsumu [nsfw] fic so be on the lookout for that next (unless adhd takes over and i start working on a different one instead)!

summary:: As a pro athlete and model, he's nice enough. And yet...there’s something in your gut that says you should stay away. word count:: ~4.4k warning(s):: non-con (no smut/SFW), suna's a grade A creep/stalker, yandere!!, isolation, stockholm syndrome, horror??(i tried to make this scary but it's really not lol) Music rec:: joke's on you - charlotte lawrence

As an aspiring journalist, your dreams had all but come true when you were hired as an intern at the most prestigious sports media center in Tokyo.

You get to shake hands with athletes you see on television daily and most importantly, you had received an actual assignment.

Gone were the days of running around to get your manager coffee and spending the day shredding documents. Instead, you had been tasked with creating an in-depth piece into the most popular athlete of the year— Suna Rintaro of EJP Raijin.

You still vividly remember your first time meeting him.

You’d been star-struck— a tall, gorgeous man you had only ever seen through a screen was standing in front of you.

Smiling. Holding out his beautiful hand for you to shake.

Despite his casual demeanor, there was something off about him. Maybe it was your nerves, or the cold air circulating in the office, but there was a tug in your stomach that was warning you.

At the time, you had plastered an excited grin on your face and scolded yourself.

But looking back— his eyes were quite cold, weren’t they?

You just can’t explain why you feel sick whenever you see him. In fact, despite the great task ahead of you—interviewing and writing up an article on Suna— you had been avoiding him.

There’s just something in you that dreads looking into his sharp green eyes.

It doesn’t help that in spite of your best efforts, you strangely run into him everywhere-- on and off the court.

“Suna?”

Your voice comes out squeaky and clearly nervous.

Are your eyes deceiving you? Why would he be here, in the middle of the cereal aisle, at the small grocery store next to your dingy apartment? You have to do a double take before you can confirm that yes, it is in fact him.

It’s late, and it’s only you, Suna, and the tired store manager. Though, at this moment, it feels like it’s only the two of you in this world.

“Oh. Hey, y/n,” Suna says casually, flashing you his famous smirk— the one that has his fans screaming and crying. He’s on his knees, reading the back of a granola cereal.

Suna turns back to the aisle in front of him, finally placing a box into his basket. Your brain registers it as your favorite flavor (the unhealthy, chocolate-y type that you’re sure athletes shouldn’t be eating).

What a coincidence.

“What are you doing here?”

You live on the edge of Tokyo, an unfortunate 30 minute subway ride to get to the sports arena you’re working at. And you know, from Suna’s player profile, that he lives in a luxurious high-ceiling apartment only a few blocks away from there.

“What do you mean?” Suna asks, frowning. He seems genuinely confused.

Are you the crazy one?

“Oh, it’s just… so random, you know?”

Your throat is tightening now and you feel unable to even swallow.

There are alarms blaring inside of your head, as if every fiber is irrationally telling you to run.

Suna glares at you, sharp eyes studying your smaller stature.

God. Another reason why you don’t like this man— he’s just too difficult to communicate with.

“You live quite far away, right?”

Seconds pass and you’re beginning to worry you’ve said something wrong or offensive when Suna finally stands, sighing as he turns toward the registers.

“No. I just moved to Kamikitazawa.”

You feel that tingle again.

“What a coincidence!” You say, recovering quickly.

Fuck. You sound especially stupid right now.

But could you help it? Suna, a multi-millionaire, moved into your apartment building? The one inhabited by broke college students and poor retirees?

Was he struggling financially? Did he have a secret child like some rumors alleged? Wait, is he—

“I’m not sure what you’re thinking, but whatever it is, you’re wrong.”

Suna and you are standing at the cash register now, and he turns to gently smile at you. You feel yourself softening.

Why were you scared, anyways? He’s a world-famous athlete and model.

Your premonitions have been wrong in the past— like when you thought your boss, Kuroo, would be upset with you accidentally deleting his PC files.

“I see,” you murmur, “well… the apartment is kind of… there’s a lot of problems, you know?”

The words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them. You sound like a broken radio.

There's an awkward silence as you and Suna both try to find the words to say.

This is why you hate talking to him, he expects you to do all the work!

"You should know that the third elevator isn't that good. It always gets stuck on floor two. And the garbage chute at the end of every hall is kind of hard to open. You have to," you make a pulling motion, "really yank, ya know?"

Silence. Suna stares at you blankly.

You're just an absolute loser, aren't you?

He's gonna cringe, or worse, tell your advisor that you're being overfamiliar with him, an athlete 5 years your senior…

As you stand in your cheap winter boots, shivering, Suna suddenly laughs.

It's not the quiet chuckle you see him release when he's joking with Komori, but a head-throwing, mouth widening laugh.

"Uh..." you stutter, nervous.

It takes a full minute before he finally stops, silently pink at the face.

"Thanks. I'll keep that in mind," he says, lifting his shopping basket.

You nod repeatedly, nerves subsiding.

"Wanna walk back together?" Suna asks.

You hesitantly nod. Why not? It's late and dark, and though the neighborhood is calm, it never hurts to have a walking buddy.

On the walk home, to your surprise, Suna begins to talk about his team and compliments you for your article on the top liberos. You’ve never seen this side of him. There’s a reason why he’s so beloved— he’s a mystery.

You’re nearly zoning out as the two of you reach your apartment complex.

"Am I boring you?" Suna suddenly asks.

It's such an unexpected question, you falter for a second.

"No! I'm just... I feel relaxed. I like hearing your voice," you say, surprised.

Suna lets out a sigh of relief as he punches in the door code to the building.

"So. As I was saying, you want me to give you a ride tomorrow?"

"What?”

"A ride. To the arena." He says, enunciating every word as if you're a child.

"It's okay," you start, “I—”

"Take the subway, yeah. But it's a hassle, right?"

No, it's not. In fact, it's pretty nice, seeing strangers off to their desired destinations.

But it's as if he can read your mind.

"I’ll give you a ride."

It's not a question anymore.

"Alright," you murmur.

The short journey to your floor is now awkward, and you’re wishing you had turned down his offer to walk together.

The two of you are almost at the end of the hallway now, at your apartment door. To your horror, Suna doesn’t continue walking.

Instead, he simply turns around and reaches for the doorknob of the apartment just across from you.

Strangely, you’re just now noticing just how narrow and dark this hallway is.

Under the cheap fluorescent lights, you can only see the man in front of you. Suna’s pale hands flex as he easily readjusts his heavy grocery bags, reminding you he could take you out in a moment.

“Wow. Looks like we’re neighbors, huh?” Suna says, stepping into his flat.

You’re blinking up towards him, breath cut short.

“See you tomorrow, y/n.”

Funny. He didn’t sound surprised.

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You're just tying your hair when the doorbell rings.

"y/n, you ready?"

Who would’ve imagined hearing the Suna Rintaro’s voice at 9 AM.

You sigh as you take a final glance into the mirror. You couldn’t completely hide the dark eye circles from your lack of sleep— who’d be able to sleep after learning a celebrity lives practically next door?

Taking a deep inhale, you push open your front door.

You instantly feel yourself healing as you take in Suna. It’s a similar effect to watching your favorite idols perform on stage— good looks work wonders on your tired body.

Suna leans against the wall, wearing a pair of black sweats and a thin blue hoodie. With a start, you can't help but notice it's almost a couple set with your blue sweater and black skirt.

"Good morning," he says, sliding his phone into his pocket. You nod in response.

As you walk down the hall together to the elevators, you can't help but flush. Is this what it'd be like to have a boyfriend? As a student dedicated to her craft, you’d never felt the urge to date, remaining single your entire life. You can’t help but wonder what it’d be like to be Suna Rintaro’s.

“Oh! What’s this!” Kiana, a middle-aged woman, calls out as you and Suna wait for the elevator.

“y/n! You never told me you got a boyfriend! And such a handsome one, too! Oh, if I was only a little younger…”

You and Suna make eye contact and you blush, quickly turning towards the smiley woman, ready to retort.

“We’re—” You barely make out a word before Suna suddenly takes your hand.

“Good morning, ma’am. I’m Suna Rintaro, y/n’s boyfriend. I just moved into apartment 306.”

At his words, both your and Kiana’s eyes widen.

Yours in confusion, hers in wonder as she recognizes the handsome stranger.

“I know you! I know you! You’re Suna, from that team! Oh, my son is such a fan! I can't believe you're living here! He’ll be so excited."

As Suna and Kiana make small talk, you try to discreetly shake your sweaty hand out of Suna’s grasp. To your bewilderment, he continues gripping onto it, so hard you can feel his short fingernails digging into your soft skin.

To your relief, the elevator chimes, and as Suna waves goodbye (you do too, out of habit), you gasp as he yanks you into the elevator.

"What was that?" You ask, nervously looking up at your ‘boyfriend.’

Suna’s eyes are hard as he stares down at you, but he’s glowing all the same, as if he’d just received a gift.

“Saying we’re a couple. What was that about?”

Suna hums innocently.

"I just thought it would be most convenient to tell her that. People will see us together from now on."

No, they won't.

“It would confuse them to have to explain you’re an intern.”

Was that so complicated?

But with his mischievous smirk and the way he taps his foot against the elevator floor, you just can’t find the courage to refute.

“Alright… but could you let go?” You ask uncomfortably.

"Ah, right," he says, letting you free.

You rub your hands together, easing the circulation back.

Strangely, it feels especially cold without his grip on you.

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"Wake up."

Awakening with a start, you rub your eyes.

You can't help but admit you could get addicted to free rides with Suna.

His car is just too nice; the seats are fluffy and he turned on the heater to just the right temperature and there's soft piano playing from the speakers.

How long have you been out?

Taking in your surroundings, you're surprised to find you're already at the Tokyo Volleyball Arena. You almost jump in shock as you realize what’s warming your lap— a box of your favorite strawberry waffles.

“What’s this?” You question as Suna wordlessly hands you a fork.

"I thought you might be hungry.”

Suna slides a cup into your open hand— matcha.

So he is a nice man, after all.

“Wow, Suna! Let me please pay you back!”

Your stomach grumbles as you take a bite of the sweet breakfast.

“No, no, it’s on me.”

How could you make it up to him? Maybe you should bake him cookies or something… you shift in your seat, frowning as you realize your bare thigh is strangely damp. Rubbing your thighs together, your eyebrows furrow.

“Oh,” Suna says, biting into his scrambled eggs, “sorry. That was me, I got some coffee on you while you were sleeping, so I wiped it away," he says sheepishly, gesturing towards the pack of wet wipes in the glove compartment.

He looks embarrassed, avoiding eye contact, so you don't push it any further.

He's kind of cute, you think.

It kind of feels too perfect– the plush comfort of Suna’s luxury car, the sweetness of the waffles, and the delicious matcha, albeit slightly salty.

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"Hey, y/n, which movie should we watch?" Suna calls from your couch.

You're in the kitchen, preparing popcorn in your small microwave.

"Studio Ghibli!" You shout back, stirring the hot chocolate, “I have a whole bunch downloaded, just choose one.”

It's become a regular occurrence for the two of you to spend much of your free time together. At first, Suna had gently coaxed you into spending time with you under the guise of doing more research for the article you’re writing about him, but now you’ve grown to genuinely enjoy his company.

From morning rides to office lunches to casual dinners, it's like your life has been consumed by Suna. Your gut had been wrong, after all, because Suna treats you like a girlfriend— although you’d long shook away that silly thought— he’d never see a younger, broke student that way.

But despite your brain knowing everything is just fine, your heart has yet to be rewired. It still pounds with discomfort, as if it knows that fundamentally, something’s wrong.

You just can’t identify or place a label on that problem.

More recently, you’ve been getting hit with strong deja vu from that one night at the grocery store months ago.

As if it’s only the two of you on this planet.

Sighing, you take your place next to Suna, glancing at your phone. It remains still, screen dark.

“What’s wrong?” Suna asks, frowning. He pushes up his black glasses, running his fingers through his damp hair.

You hesitate. It’s fine to share this, right? After all, it feels like Suna’s all you have right now.

“Well… I’m not sure why, but I think my friends are mad at me. For the past few months, they’ve been silent. They don’t really respond to me anymore, and when they do they just say they’re busy.”

Suna nods, reaching for your hand. You welcome the warmth of his fingers, blinking back tears.

“And even worse, my family hardly contacts me. I used to call my mom basically everyday. I think there’s something really wrong, Suna, I’m really worried.”

“How long has this been going on?” Suna has the movie paused now, full attention on you. He gently strokes your hair and the kind gesture has tears pooling in your eyes.

“For a few months… maybe… four? I didn’t realize it at first because of how busy I’ve been at work and with the article I’m writing on you,” you mumble, allowing Suna to embrace you.

He’s gently rocking you back and forth now, rubbing your back, whispering kind words into your ear, telling you it’s okay and they’re probably just busy too…

Minutes pass before you finally look up, eyes widening as you take in his facial expression.

Despite his sweet words, Suna’s eyes are completely blank and there’s a questionable, small smile on his face. You barely recognize him.

“y/n?”

You blink, and take in an inaudible breath as you stare at Suna.

He cocks his head, confused. He looks at you with nothing but affection and concern, thin lips pressed into a frown.

Your heartbeat slows as you realize that, yet again, you’d just been seeing and feeling things wrong— whenever you’re around Suna, it’s as if you lose sense of your surroundings.

Smiling, you sniffle as you wipe away your tears.

“Sorry for getting emotional at movie night.”

Suna grins, giving you a final gentle hug before turning back to the television.

“Don’t be. I’m always here for you, y/n.”

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Q: Suna, this question has been long requested by your fanbase. How do you express love?

A: Dedication. I give my all to my lover, no questions asked.

Oh, and I don’t like to share.

There’s suddenly a knock at your door, causing you to jump. You put down your laptop, where your open article draft sits nearly complete.

The lightning storm outside has you shaking and you just wish Suna was here, holding you and laughing at his silly responses to your even stupider interview questions.

Another knock at the door.

Strange— Suna’s practice runs for extra long today for his upcoming tournament. Maybe he finished early.

“Suna, why didn’t you call before practice finished? We could’ve gone out for dinner,” you scold as you pull open the door.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Standing in front of you is your furious older sister, drenched from the rainstorm outside.

“Oh my god! Come in!” You say, alarmed. You reach towards her wrist, but she remains planted in place.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

She’s angrier than you’ve ever seen her.

“How could you tell us to fuck off? You really think your journalism is that important? Your writing isn’t more important than family, you asshole! It’ll never be important!”

Taking a deep breath, your sister lets go, immediate regret evident on her face. She opens her mouth to apologize, but you’re not having any of it.

Anger is coursing through your body now and you shove your sister away, causing her to stumble against Suna’s door.

Your family has never supported your career— from when you were just a child, you’d had to work hard for your own future.

So this is why they had shunned you? Because they can’t stand seeing you successful? Because you had moved away from the countryside to make something out of yourself in the city?

Tears stream down your face as you tremble.

“My writing is important,” you whisper. Your sister nods quickly, opens her mouth again—

“Don’t come by anymore. Don’t consider me a part of the family anymore.”

“No, I’m sorry— I think there’s a miscommunication, y/n! Wait!”

Slamming the door on her shocked face, you stumble towards the couch.

It feels as though you’re going to die— the room spins as your lungs strive for air and your vision is becoming increasingly blurry.

The sound of rain and your sister pounding on the door intertwine, and as you bury your head into a pillow, you really just wish Suna was at your side.

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“y/n?”

Someone’s tugging at your sleeve, and you glance up, blinking uncomfortably at the bright lights of the living room. There’s dried tear streaks on your face and you’re sure you look like a miserable ogre, but Suna looks at you with nothing but compassion as he hugs you, alarmed.

He’s slightly damp—probably a combination of sweat from practice and the rain outside—but you hold onto him eagerly as he eases you onto his lap.

“What happened?”

You shake your head, explaining what had happened in the few hours when he’d been gone.

Suna’s furious on your behalf, jaw tight and fists clenched.

“Thank god I told your sister to fuck off. She was standing at your door, yelling curses and threatening to call the police,” he mutters.

Tears spring to your eyes again. This only confirms the reality of your life now— your family (and probably friends, too) absolute despise you.

“Don’t worry, y/n. I’ll always be here for you,” Suna whispers.

His words are somewhat like a relaxant to you. Taking a deep breath, you lean into his chest, sighing.

“I don’t think I can write anymore, Suna. I don’t want to. What have I been working towards my whole life?”

Suna remains silent for a moment, studying your sorrowful face, before leaning in to brush his nose against yours. Your eyes shift, admiring his gorgeous olive ones.

“Your journalism is amazing, y/n. And… if you hadn’t worked so hard, we might’ve never met, right?”

You smile sadly.

“I guess…”

“y/n, how about you wrap up your article tonight? You’re almost done, aren’t you?”

You gesture towards your open laptop on the coffee table.

“It’s done, but it’s shit. My sister’s right, it’s not worth anything,” you say, embarrassed. You’ve always known you were talentless, which is why you’ve always worked harder. But it amounted to nothing in the end.

You press your cold hands against your burning eyes as Suna picks up your laptop, skimming through what you’ve written about him.

If even he hates it… that’s it. You’re not sure how you’re supposed to go on.

“y/n, will you look at me?”

Suna’s gently tugging at your hands covering your face. Biting your lip nervously, you let him take your hands into one of his.

“Want my honest opinion?” He asks, placing the laptop onto your lap. You nod, staring down at the bright screen.

“This is the best thing anyone’s written about me.”

You close your eyes, shaking your head.

“Don’t lie.”

“y/n. I’m serious. This shows exactly the side I wanted the public to know about me. It’s intimate, but written formally enough to be taken seriously by the media.”

When you don’t respond, Suna sighs sadly.

“I guess you don’t want the opinion of a dumb athlete, though…”

Frantically, you look up, shocked.

“Of course not! Suna, your opinion is everything to me!”

Relief settles in your stomach as Suna grins, eyes shining.

“Really?”

“Of course! Thank you… That really means a lot to me.”

Suna nods, rambling about how much he loves that sentence here, the use of punctuation there…

“What’s wrong?” He asks, noticing you look down again.

“I… just feel like I have nobody but you, Suna.”

Suna smiles at you, waving towards the polaroids of your friends and family hung on the wall.

“I’m sure they’ll come around again, y/n.”

Your nose crinkles as you cringe at the photos. You want them gone. You want all of the references towards them gone.

You want to get out of here.

“I hate this apartment, actually. They helped me decorate it and everything,” you sigh.

“Well then, how about we move out together?”

You fiddle your thumbs, headache threatening to return.

“I don’t have that type of money,” you say, frustrated. It’s easy for a world-class athlete like him to just up and leave, but you’d never be able to, not unless you dropped out of school and found a job elsewhere.

“y/n, I’ve just remembered. I have an apartment near our stadium, right? How about you move there for the rest of your internship?”

You hesitate. Intruding into the home of a man you’re not even in a relationship with? While the offer is tempting…

“Don’t worry about anything, y/n. Don’t think too hard about it.”

Suna’s gently rubbing circles onto the side of your hands and you feel like melting away, exhausted.

All that crying and anger has truly taken a toll on you. Your eyelids flutter as you finally nod.

“Okay.”

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“Are you sure?”

Now that it’s come to actually burning the photos, you’re hesitating. Aside from the few photographs on the walls, your apartment is completely bare, all of your belongings now residing in Suna’s luxury condo.

“y/n. You don’t need them anymore.”

You pause, the lighter in your hand feeling heavier by the second. With this, you’re truly erasing all parts of your former family and friends. Just then, your phone buzzes— you barely need to look at it to know it’s a string of curses from your ex-best friend.

Suna grimaces as he deletes the message, examining you out of the corner of his eye.

“You’re right, Suna. I don’t.”

You watch as the pictures go up in flames, holding back tears.

Looking around your now empty apartment, Suna wraps his arm around your shoulders.

“I always thought your walls would look better bare.”

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In and out.

There’s something so comforting about the way you breathe.

You’re lying motionless on Suna’s large bed, curled into a ball.

Adorable.

Sighing, Suna collapses next to you, admiring your eyebrows, the curve of your nose, your lips…

When was the last time he’d felt this content? Reaching out, Suna gently tucks your hair behind your ears, admiring the small s shaped earrings adoring them.

Bringing you here was the best option. It’d taken him a little longer than he’d hoped, but now you were truly in the palm of his hand.

He’d almost slipped up a few times (your gut was much smarter than you) but everything had worked out, hadn’t it.

Since the day he’d first met you nearly a year ago, Suna knew you’d be his.

He’s not sure why, but there’s this thing about him— sometimes, when he sees something, he wants it.

And he’ll do anything to make sure it’s entirely his.

You mumble in your sleep, rolling over to face the large windows that present the city of Tokyo below his feet.

He has it all now.

His phone vibrates— messages from your concerned father.

Rolling his eyes, Suna silently reaches over to your phone, which lies innocently next to your small hand, and unlocks it (the password being his birthday, obviously).

Without hesitation, Suna begins wiping out all traces of the code he’s implanted into your phone.

There would be no more reason to reroute your messages to himself anymore.

Next, Suna makes sure all of your family and friends’ contacts are blocked.

Ensuring your safety is a top priority of his.

He squeezes your device in his large hand, wondering if he should just break it.

If Suna had it his way completely, he’d rather you not have a phone at all.

Tossing your phone back onto your side of the bed, Suna smirks as he unlocks his own device.

Desperate messages from your sister pop up, warning you of your tall neighbor, he threatened to kill me if i didn’t leave y/n please get away from him and go to the police!

Suna slides his thumb across the screen, removing the messages from his screen, and disconnects his phone from yours.

After all, you wouldn’t be getting contacted by those nuisances anymore.

Almost done, then he can sleep peacefully with you—Suna sends the email he’s been working on: a PDF attachment of your final draft of your article on him and a short message of your resignation as an intern, written by yours truly.

Turning over, Suna locks the bedroom door, smiling.

There’s no need for anyone else.

Not when he’s always going to be here for you.

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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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tatsumessy · 1 year

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“tell me where is hurts love” - {wakatoshi ushijima}

When your period cramps are so bad you start to cry.

The rain starts to heavily hit against your kitchen window as you stood there in your panties and your spaghetti strap shirt holding a cup of now warm chamomile tea.

You had the cup pressed against the center of your pain. Usually your cramps are bad but never this bad, you kept staring out the window every now and then using your free hand to wipe the bead of sweat dripping down your forehead.

And normally you’d do this same routine every cycle but what’s different this time is your boyfriend is home for the first time in two months. And any other time you’re on your period he’s never around, another wave of cramps stabbed into your abdomen and you accidentally dropped the coffee cup on the ground.

The ceramic cup shattered around you creating a large crashing sound that anyone from a twenty mile radius could hear. Bending down to pick up the broken pieces tears prickled on your bottom lash line.

“Y/n?” Your boyfriend of five years spoke from behind you, he walked over noticing the broke glass and his first instinct was to move you out the way so that you don’t get hurt. He easily forced his grip under your arms and picked you up off the ground placing you on top of the island.

He hadn’t even noticed the tears streaming down his precious girlfriends face. He started to pick up the glass and throwing into a plastic bag before tying that off and tossing it in the big trash bin. He turned to see you looking at him with teary eyes, “Honey what’s wrong?” He placed his now cleaned hands around your waist, his thumbs gently rubbed along your exposed skin.

You dropped your head into the crook of his neck trying to calm yourself down, “I’m sorry it’s nothing, I just need a minute.” He sighed and fully wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him. Your legs wrapped around him as he picked you up slowly walking the both of you over to the sofa. He sat down and you laid down on top of him hiccuping from all the crying.

He rubbed the lower part of your back and his movement were soothing your pain more than the warm cup of tea was. The heavy rain was soothing your mind and his hands were soothing your body.

“My cramps…hurt badly.” You spoke lifting your head up a bit to look down at him. His neutral expression softened a little bit seeing your saddened face. “Do you want me to kiss it better?” He asked with that same dull angered expression, if you didn’t know your boyfriend well enough you would’ve assumed he was being sarcastic. But he was serious.

You nodded your head in acceptance and in one swift motion he rolled over placing you on your back while pulling your legs around his waist. He sat snug between your legs and placed his hands on the base of your stomach. “Tell me where it hurts love.” His words flew through your body and ran all the way up to your cheeks.

Gently gripping his hands you placed them right where your stomach was hurting the most. His hands immediately started to work into your aching muscles, and while his hands massaged into you he leaned his face close to your having his lips hover over yours. You smiled closing the itching gap between the two of you, his tongue immediately forced its way into yours as his hands pressed harder onto your cramps.

A small moan left your mouth and into his deepening the kiss you two were sharing. “Better?” You nodded your head yes in satisfaction, he pulled away moving lower where his head laid on your chest. You ended up falling asleep with one hand in his short olive hair and the other rested on his back.

He glanced up at you shivering a bit from your labored breathing, your nose was starting clog from the crying and all he did was smile cuddling closer to your body.

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depravitycentral · 11 months

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Friday Nights

Yandere! Yuu Nishinoya x fem! reader

Synopsis: A routine movie night with your best friend turns into a bit more than you bargained for – action movies, popcorn, drugged soda, and a man absolutely desperate for you, no matter how underhanded his methods may be.

Warnings: non-con, non-consensual drugging, choking, bruising, non-consensual groping, delusional Yuu, lowkey dragging action movies sorry, mentions of stalking, mentions of past non-con (by Yuu), somnophilia, implied somnophilia, obviously timeskip!Yuu who decided to get educated and go to college, mentions of reader’s pubic hair, fem reader

WC: 5.2K

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“So what movie do y’wanna watch?” Yuu asks, his voice high pitched with excitement as his brown eyes scan through the rows of movie titles. The TV perched on the wall is queued up with Netflix, the various titles jumping out and seeming to fly by as his fingers repeatedly press down onto the ‘next’ button, moving too quickly to even get a glimpse at the synopses.

You roll your eyes but giggle lightly, the behavior typical from him.

He’d always been a bit scatterbrained, impatient and always eager to go out and do something, for excitement and stimulation in every possible way. He was a busy body, a trait you admired about him, albeit something that occasionally had you ripping at your hair when he just wouldn’t stay still.

And yet, it was a reason why you loved him– one of your closest friends, a joy of a man that you felt lucky to have known since high school. He may have been in a different class, but through coinciding clubs and college seminars, a friendship had bloomed quickly and passionately, the both of you seeing a missing piece in one another.

“I don’t care, just please not Die Hard again. It’d be what, the twentieth time in the last two months?” You teased, sending him a glare as he pouted, lips puffing out as crossed his arms.

“Hmpf, you’re just jealous that I like actually interesting movies, not the shit you watch.”

Suddenly the popcorn bowl – fresh and dripping in butter and salt – that you’d just finished making was snatched away from his outstretched hand, an indignant huff spilling from your lips.

He spluttered, eyes blowing wide as he stared at you.

“Wha – you can’t do that!” He exclaimed, facing you with an incredulous expression.

You closed your eyes, puffing your chest and tilting your chin up. “Mmm, I made it, so I get to choose what I do with it.”

Yuu threw his hands up, shaking his head and asking in a defeated tone, “Okay okay, your liege, what must I do to earn some of your world class popcorn?”

Opening your eyes, your index finger tapped against your chin, fake contemplating. “Hmmm…”

“C’mon, I’m hungry!” He whined, shoulders drooping as he pouted.

You snorted, before sighing heavily. “Well, I suppose you’ll just have to apologize, and thank me for being so generous and letting you off so easily.”

He scoffed, eyes rolling to the sky as he flopped back against the cushions of his couch. “Sure, sure princess, I’m so sorry for offending you, and thanks for being such a softie.”

You smirk and glance over at him, holding out the popcorn bowl and watching as his eyes lit up, a hand immediately reaching out to grab as big a handful as possible.

“You’re a pig, you know that?”

He picked up a stray piece that had fallen onto his gray t-shirt, flinging it over at you and smiling through a mouthful of popcorn at your offended glare.

You laughed despite yourself, the man beside you too easy to forgive for his own good. Choosing to ignore the way he snickered at your failed attempt at seeming irritated, you instead focused your gaze onto the television, just to watch him pass through movie after movie under the action section.

Eventually, he landed on a rather non-descript action thriller that looked to have the same plot as the other twenty action movies he’d had you watch the last few movie nights. You were sure you’d be able to recite the lines word for word despite never having watched this particular film.

He glanced over at you, seeking your approval on the movie. You nodded, giving him a small smile despite your secret displeasure at his movie choice. Well, it’s not like I ever manage to stay up to watch the full thing, anyways.

The lights were dimmed, the crunching of popcorn accompanied by the opening soundtrack of the film. Your gaze focused on the screen, explosions and guns filling your sight as the plot droned on, the lead going through a heart wrenching loss of a family member, all typical so far.

Yuu seemed fully immersed in the movie, his profile showing the concentration in those brown eyes, his lashes barely fluttering as the movie continued. Popcorn was shoveled into his mouth, little gasps and expressions in response to the movie passing over his face frequently.

You smiled softly, the sight of him enjoying himself making you unspeakably happy. It was no secret that you’d developed feelings for your friend, but the years’ worth of fondness that had slowly seeped into your mind wasn’t worth endangering the tight friendship you shared, and so you stayed quiet. Yuu was a friend, nothing more and nothing less.

But he looks so pretty like this…

You sighed, adjusting yourself and taking a sip of the soda he’d brought over for you. It was a new brand this time, though it was still your favorite flavor, something he kept on hand in bottled form for nights exactly like this. The lid was always unscrewed, a few sips having been taken by him beforehand (“what? It’s not like we don’t share everything else, besides you’ve got decent taste! I just want to try it every time, you know?”), and as much as it made you feel like a creep and embarrass you, some small part of you enjoyed the fact that his lips had already touched the rim.

You shivered, snuggling deeper into the blankets you’d buried yourself in. You were acutely aware of his presence on the other side of the admittedly small couch, but as the movie continued on, slowly your eyes drifted closed, sleep overtaking you.

“Damn, wasn’t that such a good movie? I totally didn’t see the ending coming –“ He started, a wide grin on his face as he turned to face you, honey eyes appraising your sleeping form.

The ending credits of the movie were rolling, the music slowly fading into the background as he stared, your peaceful, unconscious form looking absolutely beautiful to him. He’d known he was in love with you for a while now – since your first year in college, really, after you’d approached him during a shared class and practically begged him to study with you. He knew you were only asking platonically, but you were so sweet and funny, your laugh was addictive, your eyes so pretty, your body looking so good in your tighter shirt…

Plus, you asked him to study – a poor choice, really, but that must’ve meant you’d noticed him and though you were smart! (You were sorely disappointed when he’d looked at you in confusion when you’d mentioned helium during your chemistry studying, but he was endearing so you let it slide.)

It was a bit of a hopeless spiral into his feelings, if he was being honest, and while he didn’t necessarily enjoy being stuck in a perpetual friend-zone with you, he was satisfied. He was just happy that he was able to spend time with you, to see you and speak with you, to have consistent movie nights like tonight where things became more bearable.

More bearable, if only because he got to do the things he’d spend all week daydreaming about, thoughts of you racing through his mind late at night when the knowledge that you were only a few hundred feet away from him was starting to get into his head. Movie nights were a near weekly occurrence, marked by Friday nights spent in his apartment, the old worn couch getting its fair share of use in many, many ways.

Yuu gulped, jaw going slack as he merely stared, the minutes ticking by slowly as his eyes raked over the curve of your nose, your brows and lashes, the soft parting of your lips. You were truly gorgeous, his ideal woman in every possible way, and as he slowly stood up, calling out your name a few times to make sure the drugs he’d spiked into your soda were effective, excitement began building up in his chest.

Sure, it didn’t feel great to be doing this, to have grown a habit out of the way he slowly uncovered your form, the blankets being pushed to the side as his breath grew ragged, his sweatpants slowly beginning to feel too tight, but it was too late now to stop, the habit too ingrained into his mind to ever seriously quit.

And as he pulled off his shirt and slowly wrapped your unconscious body into his arms, every ounce of guilt slowly drifted from his mind, the feeling of your form against his bare one making his head spin in the most wonderful of ways.

Moving you to the bed was easy – despite your consistent complaints of being too heavy, your weight posed no problem to the young man as he carefully set you down on his bed, your head lolling back against the pillows as he analyzed your expression. You were still out, thanks to the copious (but not dangerous) amounts of sleeping agent he’d administered into the fizzy drink before you’d arrived, his fingers nearly trembling with excitement as he’d handed over the plastic bottle to you. You were always so gullible, a trait he found simultaneously endearing and worrying, though it wasn’t as if he had any real nefarious intentions – better him drugging you than some random creep, right?

At least he normally made you come.

Yuu shivered, exhaling slowly as he tugged his pants off, his lack of underwear allowing his already mostly hard cock to spring free, the leaking tip flushed a dark red as he moved to situate himself between your legs, his hands lightly dusting over your legs as he debated what to remove first.

Undressing you was always a process – a slow, methodical one, arguably one of his favorite parts about the whole ordeal. Depending on his mood, he’d start at different spots – if he was feeling more handsy, aching to grab onto you and never let go, your top and bra were first to go, followed by a solid twenty minutes of his hands carefully groping and squeezing at your breasts, pinching and playing with your nipples until they were puffy and sore looking, perfect to latch onto and suckle at while he basked in your scent. Other times, it was easier to simply begin where the real magic happened – if his cock was positively aching, desperate to be touched and buried inside of you, it was hard to hold back. Your shorts and panties would disappear, your legs spread and his tongue eager to work at your folds, getting you prepped for what he always swore would be a more gentle fucking, a situation in which he’d make love to you rather than hump into you like some wild animal.

The promise had yet to be fulfilled, but with opportunities arriving every week, he was confident he’d manage to achieve his goals in the near future, right after the ever-present initial shock and ecstasy that being inside of you brought him.

He shivered, reaching up to peel off the hem of your sweatshirt, your soft skin exposed as he carefully shifted you around. He was cautious to not bend your elbows in an uncomfortable or jostle you around too much, though he knew you wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon, much less from something as light as a few tugs. He sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of your bra – a simple t-shirt bra fit with a neutral shade, nothing he’d ever see on the cover of a magazine or in porn, but something arousing and enticing all the same, if his cock’s throbbing and pulsing had any say.

As soon as his nimble fingers had unclipped the garment and tossed it to the side, immediately he was licking his lips, reaching up to run his fingers up your stomach and towards your chest, taking a breast in each hand and firmly squeezing.

“Ah, Yuu, I love it when you touch me…” He whispered, voice rising in pitch to sound similar to yours, the fantasy of hearing you encouraging his sexual exploits with you sending yet another wave of arousal down to his groin. It had been strange, the first few times he’d tried to talk to himself and pretend to be you, embarrassing to the point where he’d struggled to meet your gaze for a few days later (though he’d laughed it off as some joke about how he’d just been fulfilling a dare about ignoring you). But as time passed and he’d gotten more used to it, he found himself suddenly unable to get off without imagining your responses. He found himself depending on imagining and imitating what your moans and whimpers of his name would sound like, the noises you’d make as he fucks you on his fingers or stuffs that pretty mouth full of his cock.

“I love it too baby, you’re so fucking soft.” He groaned, hands squeezing a bit harder as he groped and kneaded at your breasts, pinching the pebbled flesh between his thumb and pointer finger as he lightly rutted against your thigh, the friction making him hiss and dip his head, nose coming to rest right over your clothed cunt.

He inhaled deeply, the musky scent driving him wild with lust as his hips bucked extra hard, the sensation making him desperate for more more more, to see and feel your body clenching and creaming around him.

After a final, harsher squeeze against your breasts, his hands wandered down your sides to rest at your hips, untying the drawstring to your shorts and tugging them down along with your panties. The recent development of you choosing quite possibly the shortest shorts he’d ever seen in his life to wear to your weekly hang outs was arguably one of the best things to happen to him, something he’d be eternally grateful for for years to come, a memory he’d look back on with flushed cheeks, a flustered smile and an aching cock.

The sight of your pubic hair and bare thighs had him groaning, his eyes fluttering shut as anticipation roared through him, the familiar image making the phantom taste of your slick against his tongue stronger than he’d thought possible. Carefully grabbing your knees, he spread your legs further apart to expose more of your cute little cunt, before throwing your legs over his shoulders to allow more dexterity for what he was planning next.

Now eyelevel with your cunt, Yuu shut his eyes and inhaled deeply once more, the smell stronger now, richer and more prominent and oh so fucking delicious, drool slipping down his chin as he shuffled closer, quite literally burying his face into the soft mound between your legs. He shivered, his entire body convulsing as he slowly gyrated his head, spreading the minimal slick and discharge along the bridge and tip of his nose, fully immersing himself in as much of you as possible. You were gorgeous, perfect and delectable, and as he lightly pulled back to lick his lips, Yuu groaned.

“Please, no teasing Yuu, y’know I need you, I want you so bad.” He whined out, his hands finding solace at your thighs, finger tips digging into the plush fat to hold your unresponsive body still. Fantasies of the way you’d writhe and shake under him flooded his mind, the idea of you being so overcome with desire and impatience that you’d literally beg him to touch you, to taste you giving him a blood rush.

“So impatient baby, so greedy…” His voice was muffled against the space of your inner thighs as he peppered kisses against the sensitive skin (though careful to never leave any hickeys or bruises, no matter how desperately the temptation ate away at him). “Always wanting so much, you’re so lucky ‘m so generous, all for my sweet girl.”

And with that, he dove in, licking a long strip up from your quivering hole to your clit, tongue circling around the little bud in earnest as he groaned, the sound sending vibrations against your body as you lightly moaned in your sleep. Lips attached to the bundle of nerves, cupping around the area as he sucked and licked, managing to work your body exactly how he’d learned after months of having you all to himself for hours at a hand, all with the sole goal of getting you ruined and hazy with sleep-ridden pleasure.

Rationally, he knew that he didn’t really need to get you off before fucking you, especially with you being unaware either way, but the fantasies built up in his mind were more catered towards you genuinely enjoying the experience, moaning his name and grasping at his hair as he worked you towards an orgasm, getting you to the brink before pushing you over, making sure you were ready to take the oftentimes animalistic pace of his hips.

Lewd sucking and slurping noises reverberated through the room, the movie having ended a while ago. He grunted against you, fingers digging into your thighs before moving one hand to gently prod at your entrance, his tongue continuing to work away at your clit. Carefully, he pushed a finger inside, the feeling of your walls clamping down on him driving his hips to hump forward. His comforter created a delicious mix of pleasurable pain against the sensitive skin of his cock.

You whimpered lightly in your sleep, head lolling to the side, and for a moment Yuu froze, terror that you’d wake up slapping him harshly in the face. He stayed still for a few seconds, staring up at you with wide silver eyes and a ring of creamy, off white slick around his mouth and across his nose, before gulping and returning back to position. He needed to make you come, the urge too strong to ignore, and with a new vigor Yuu was curling and scissoring his fingers, rubbing up against the spots he knew had you jerking and twitching in your sleep.

And, five minute later, he wasn’t disappointed in the least – your hips violently jerked upwards, a small gasp tumbling from your pretty lips as you orgasmed, your body shaking underneath the firm grip of his hand as he worked you through your high. His tongue never stopped moving, his fingers slowing their rhythm but never stopping, the entire experience of feeling your walls flutter and clench and seeing your chest rapidly rise and fall making him all too eager to pull back, but not before placing a quick kiss to your clit that had you twitching.

Tongue flicking out to lick up any residual slick, he smiled down at your form, leaning over you on his knees to cradle your cheek with a cum-stained hand, whispering down at your unconscious form, “You’re so pretty, look so beautiful when you come for me, baby.”

“Anything for you Yuu, wanna make you feel good too.” He mumbled, fingers coming down to toy with your nipples again, idly flicking the sensitive flesh as he briefly lost himself in the imaginary conversation.

“Oh yeah? And how are you gonna do that angel?”

“Wanna taste you, please?”

“Shh, tonight is about you princess, and you wanna suck my cock?”

“Yuu! Don’t say it so lewdly…”

“You’re not saying no, baby, that must mean you want my cum down that pretty throat of yours, huh?”

He moved to trace the shape of your lips with a callused thumb, his breath hitching in his throat when your lips parted, his thumb sliding inside to rest idly against your tongue. A strangled groan tumbled from his throat, his cock rutting against your newly slick pussy, the feeling making his eyes tightly squeeze shut.

“You make it sound so dirty, just like it when you’re in my mouth okay? It’s not weird!”

He laughed, pulling his thumb out of your mouth and instead placing it in his own, sucking your spit off the appendage. “I know baby, I know. But right now, I wanna fuck you, wanna feel that tight little cunny squeezing me, ‘kay? And you know how much I love the little noises you make when you’re creaming on my cock.”

And with that, his hand traveled down to wrap around the base of his shaft, giving himself a few pumps that earned a soft hiss from his lips. His other hand moved to press against the mattress, supporting his weight as he nudged his tip against your slick folds, biting his lip as he languidly brought the tip up and down, collecting your cream, feeling the way it mixed with his precum as he slowly shuffled forward.

Your legs were spread out at an odd angle, surely hurting your hips, but as he slowly, oh so fucking slowly pushed inside, Yuu couldn’t find it in himself to care – how could he, when your walls were sucking him in, wet and warm and fuck, how could you be so tight even after he’d prepped you?

“Oh fuck, hnghh-“ He groaned, head lolling forward to bury itself in between the junction of your shoulder and neck, the overwhelming sensation of your pussy welcoming him in making his head swim. His breath came in pants, his muscles twitching as he tried to give your unconscious body a few moments to adjust, knowing that despite his work to get you loosened up and ready, it would still take a bit to get used to him.

“God, do you even know how fucking goo – shit, good you feel baby?” He stuttered out, voice strained as he slowly pulled out, before pushing back in, keeping the pace slow and steady, as much for you as for him.

The squelching noises of his cock stirring up your insides was euphoric to him, the sound of him fucking you making him dizzy, only furthering the sensations racing up his spine. The pleasure, even from being inside you for a grand total of forty five seconds, was mind-numbing, every part of him focusing on going deeper, harder, faster, giving you more more more –

“Oh Yuu, oh – ngh, oh please, you’re so big!” He squeaked out, imagining the way your nails would scratch down his back, his hips pistoning into you, angling up to hit that spongey, magical spot inside of you that would have your back arching and your voice turning into a near scream.

“Oh god, fuckin’ - shit baby, wanna feel you come on my cock again please – “ He gasped, eyes squeezing shut as you gave a particularly hard clench around him, his balls twitching in anticipation. “Fuck, I love you, oh fuck I love you so much, I love you I love you I –“

“A-ah, what –“ A small mumble had Yuu freezing, silver eyes blowing wide as his hips stood at a stand still. He audibly gasped as his gaze darted down to your face, seeing your bleary eyes staring up at him, dizzy with sleep and confusion as you slowly took in your situation – Yuu above you, his face beet red with sweat lining his temples, the dull throb between your legs, the strange sensation of something stretching you out, pushing at your walls.

The situation was slow to make sense to you, but as soon as he shifted slightly and the resulting sensation of something lodging itself deeper into you registered, your eyes were suddenly widening, fear and panic gripping your heart as you realized exactly what your former friend was doing, why the cold air of his room had felt so strange against your bare skin.

“Oh my god – Nishinoya what the fuck – “ You started, hands coming up to push him away as you squirmed, but the way he suddenly plopped down onto you, pinning your legs and arms to your side had you halting any movements, the hand covering your mouth only making you panic harder.

Your eyes squeezed shut as you tried to flail, thrashing underneath him only to find that he was much, much stronger than you remembered him being – not a single movement panned out, your limbs essentially useless as Yuu panicked above you, completely unsure of what to do next.

What had happened? He’d been using those sleeping pills for months – not once had you ever woken up, regained any semblance of consciousness, anything at all! You’d been dead asleep for hours afterwards; plenty of time for him to get off and clean you up, to get rid of any trace of his activities, even as painful as scooping out the cum from inside of you had been.

The sudden memory of the new brand of soda he’d bought on a whim surfaced, making his eyes narrow. Maybe there’d been some reaction with the drug?

“I – oh fuck!” He started, eyes darting between yours, watching tears well up in them as you tried to bite at his hand, anything to get him away.

Sure you’d had a crush on him, but what was he doing? You’d been asleep, you were sure of it – and here he was, fucking you, having presumably undressed you and done god knows what else. You felt sick, the sinking feeling in your gut making bile rise up the back of your throat.

“I – I can explain!” He stuttered, mind racing as he tried to think of a solution to this, now that you were obviously terrified and likely hating him, thinking of him as some monster, a pervert, a criminal…

A muffled scream slipped through your lips, one that had him cringing, his hand pressing harder against you in an effort to drown out the noise as much as possible. “Shh! I swear, this isn’t as bad as it looks – I, god, how do I explain this?”

His voice was miserable, defeated and still ragged from the fucking, but at the slight shift of his hips, your body betrayed you. A small whimper, muffled behind his hand but still audible, and the clench of your cunt around his cock had Yuu cursing, head falling forward slightly, the influx of emotion making tears spring up in his own eyes, matching your own pearly ones.

“It’s just – well fuck, I might as well come clean then, huh?” He bit his lip, slowly moving his hips forward, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he slowly fucked into you, the pleasure too overwhelming for him to stay still.

You winced, the sensation of his cock brushing against your sensitive walls making you shudder, the pleasure certainly not what you wanted, and yet, with a small sob, it felt so good. It’s not fair, you thought – the man you’re in love with, taking advantage of you, and your body enjoying it so thoroughly, something that only gets confirmed as he slowly began speeding up, every thrust punctuated with a shameful moan of yours.

“I’ve – oh, I’ve loved you since damn near the fucking second I met you, a-ah, always wanted you, oh fuck baby –“ He groaned, resting his forehead against the pillow next to your head, his weight still distributed onto you and keeping you in place.

You froze, the sensations of his body and his words making your blood go cold, the idea that all this time, Yuu had felt the same hitting you like a ton of bricks. This was wrong, so wrong – and yet, why did your heart almost feel warm at his admittance?

“’ve wanted you, n-needed you, for so long, ‘m sorry, I’m sorry, god how are you still so damn tight,”, he hissed. “I’m sorry, oh fuck I’m so sorry oh –“

A particularly hard clench of your cunt had him gasping sharply, hips rutting up, the hold of his hand over your mouth momentarily broken in his moment of weakness. Quickly, your lips parted, preparing to scream for help, but Yuu’s hand was suddenly wrapped around your throat, pressing in harshly and making you splutter, the air barely circulating.

“No! N-no, no please baby please, don’t do anything rash, shit, it’s okay, I know you like – like being choked.” He grunted, making your eyes go wide. “’ve seen you choke yourself a thousand damn times, looked so fucking pretty while you fuck that little cunt with your fingers.”

You whimpered.

“Ngh, makes it feel – fuck, feel better, huh? More intense?” He muttered, keeping his hand over your throat, occasionally letting you gasp in a bit of air, but not enough to muster up a scream.

His hips were still snapping into yours, rutting up against that special spot, and before you could even question how he knew exactly where that spongy spot inside you was, the telltale signs of your orgasm were washing over you – that familiar tightness, the twitching of your muscles, the white edges of your vision.

You came with a hoarse moan, a shameful sound that had you pathetically thrashing, your attempts to resist his thrusts and strength pitiful at best. Yuu groaned, his forehead pressed against yours as his hips stuttered, the fluttering of your walls pushing him towards his own orgasm.

“Oh god, here it comes – oh shit, oh fuck, oh take it, take it take it take it -!” He moaned, the sound high pitched and desperate, and to your absolute horror a distinct warmth registered inside you, ropes of cum settling against your unprotected walls in bursts, making you stare up into those brown eyes lidded in ecstasy. His hand sporadically tightened around your throat, surely leaving harsh bruises against your sensitive skin.

After a few moments it was over, his hips finally slowing to a stop after fucking through his orgasm, his breath ragged and fanning over your face. He brought his lips down to yours, kissing you with a passion and desperation that had your head spinning, the feeling of his cock still lodged deep inside of you making you simultaneously disgusted and aroused.

He parted after a few moments, your own breath harsh as well from the hand still limiting your supply of oxygen. He rested his forehead against yours, hazel eyes staring down at you, a million thoughts a minute racing through his mind. Somehow, despite your struggling, you’d been even better than what he was hoping for – perfection, literally, and while he would’ve preferred you to enjoy it, to engage with him and love the feeling of him inside of you, Yuu was glad for what he could get.

“I – I love you.” He whispered, eyes wide and vulnerable, hazy with the after effects of pleasure. Your brows furrowed, body having grown numb from lack of blood circulation, and as the hand tightened and you slowly blacked out, the feeling of his hips beginning to move once more had you distantly squealing.

“Love you, and fuck, guess I don’t have to confess, huh? Don’t have to worry about you saying no now.”

#yandere haikyuu #yandere nishinoya #_lee's fics #_yuu nishinoya #_karasuno #_haikyuu #haikyuu smut

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six-eyed-samurai · 26 days

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YANDERE I MIGHT BE, BUT YOU HAVE TO LOVE ME!

1. They stare at you a lot, be it in a parking lot, mall, through a car…even when you sleep, although nobody knows about the camera installed in the plushy that someone had "mysteriously" gifted them to you on your birthday - cough, cough, what do you mean it's them? Never mind, with the way you're giggling so unsuspectingly…maybe, probably, yeah.

2. They pester all your friends and family about what makes you laugh, just so they can try to be your type of humour to make you laugh, but his questions are…oddly specific and gory - “what if I gave her the heart of her enemies? Would she laugh?” Okay, morbid person with a peculiar idea of comedy…not to be rude, but perhaps you should get better friends, eh?

3. They know exactly where you're going all the time, whether it be a work meeting, home, restaurant, bathroom, you name it! Totally not because of the tracker in the shoe they once helped you tie the shoelaces of, nuh uh, whatever were you talking about? Don't get new shoes, no, no, these suit you fine!

4. They stalked out your social media account not only to block and hack and find the IP addresses of whoever tries to scam or send you inappropriate content or phish you but to also check out your playlists and forced himself to learn how to play them on an instrument you liked (there's musical geniuses…and there's them)

5. Who finally kidnaps you but you don't realize, because what a funny idea, why would his house look like yours! I mean, a little strange that you couldn't find any family…and they were the only one there….and what on earth was the thing they kept pouring into your drink that they claimed was meds…Lauda…something…ugh, were you sleepy all the time, but hey, they're there to tuck you into bed, no worries!

That's right ... don't worry your pretty little head, dove... you're their pet now, they'll take care of you...just don't try and fly away...it would be a shame to clip your wings...

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Any character - sorry, love - of yours, be they male or female!

#yandere x reader #april fool's special #yandere x you #female yandere #male yandere #yandere x darling #yandere fics #yandere x y/n #yandere jjk #yandere bsd #yandere kny #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere mha #yandere haikyuu #yandere anime

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i-cant-sing · 8 months

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I just recently read the “oikawa slut shmes y/n” and wondered if ushijima would be as harsh and strict with romantic reader than the platonic one. Cause I remember that ushijima made reader do excercises and shoves protein shake down her throat.

No no, because with platonic reader, Ushijima wants you to be a "mini Ushijima". That's why he trains you so hard and gets you on his diet plan.

Romantic reader on the other hand, will never have to experience running laps at the ass crack of dawn and having raw egg protein shakes forced down her throat, because Ushijima doesn't expect you, nor desires you to be like him. No, he wants you to be you, because that's who he fell for. I mean of course if you ask, he'd take you to the gym with him and help you train, but it'll be still no where as brutal as the one platonic reader has to go through. Romantic Ushijima is a gentle giant with you, while platonic Ushijima is a drill sergeant.

So, in short, romantic yandere Ushijima is way softer than platonic yandere Ushijima.

#yandere ushijima x reader #yandere ushijima wakatoshi #yandere haikyuu #yandere haikyu x reader #ushijima imagine #ushijima fluff #ushijima x reader #ushijima fic #haikyuu ushijima #ushijima wakatoshi

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seijorhi · 1 year

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Kuroo Tetsurou x female reader

tw: kinda infidelity, implied murder, yandere vibes

"I'm married."

Kuroo flashes the ring as he says it, a not-all-that-apologetic smile on his face. Happily, he doesn't add. He doesn't often need to – most of the women who approach him take the hint and move on, no harm no foul. He can't really blame them for their interest, leaning ever so casually against the bar, his suit expensive, hair an artful mess, Kuroo knows he cuts a handsome figure.

But he has no interest in a quick fuck, nor in anything else the woman before him can offer.

Yet far from being deterred, her red lips curl into a playful smirk. "What she doesn't know won't hurt her," she purrs, and lays a perfectly manicured hand over his arm. "Buy me a drink?"

Kuroo straightens then, lets his eyes roam over her body. Slowly, lazily, drinking down every inch of her. And she is a pretty thing, her form fitting dress leaving little to the imagination. She knows it, too, eyes sparkling as she bats long, dark eyelashes at him.

Another firmer dismissal forms on the tip of his tongue, and yet something holds him back. There's a bad taste in his mouth that's lingered since the morning, the sting of your bitter, acidic words having struck deeper than perhaps you intended.

Maybe he was too hasty with his earlier dismissal; she might just serve a purpose after all.

Kuroo chuckles, swallows the last mouthful of his drink and sets the empty glass down on the counter. Glances at the bartender, "Another, and one of whatever the lady would like."

There's a glint like victory in her face as she says, "Champagne, and make it a bottle."

She makes herself comfortable in his lap, flirting with practiced charm, confident and sultry. Her red tipped fingernails toying with his hair, lightly scratching down the back of his neck as she laughs at his jokes. She'd introduced herself earlier in the night, but Kuroo's already forgotten her name by the time he's hailing down a cab, the two of them bundling inside.

If he were being totally honest, he'd forgotten it the second she'd said it. Names, after all, weren't important here.

"Your wife?" she questions when Kuroo gives the driver his address. Cautious, rather than concerned. He imagines that running into the wife of the man you're trying to fuck probably sucks the fun out of the indiscretion.

He throws her an easy wink, pulling her back onto his lap. "Don't worry about it."

She shrugs, unbothered.

Her lips leave painted smudges over his throat, possessive in a way. Like she's staking her claim over her perceived conquest. "She won't hold a candle to me, baby," she promises, her hand teasingly trailing over the crotch of his pants.

His eyes darken, blood thrumming as he growls, "Don't make promises you can't keep."

She just giggles, tugging him into another heated kiss.

And she barely manages to extricate herself from his side as the two of them make their way into the building, up the elevator.

His apartment's quiet when they stumble inside. She kicks her heels off and attacks his tie, doesn't hear the mechanical clicks of the three locks automatically sliding into place.

Down the hallway, his jacket tossed aside, shirt unbuttoned. And with every step, the feeling of anticipation grows. She's too wrapped up in the zipper of her dress to notice the sounds of life stirring on the other side of his bedroom door, but they're etched into Kuroo. Everything about you is, inextricably.

He wouldn't have it any other way.

He's been waiting for this moment all day, itching and impatient, the sight of you sprawled out atop his bed, waiting for him in the pyjamas he bought you a balm to the day's stresses. You're such a good girl. Even when you're mad at him.

And yet the moment the door swings open, the two of them bursting inside, you startle and flinch– the chain around your ankle clinking noisily at the sudden, jerking movement.

"Tetsu? What– what's going on?" you breathe, eyes warily darting between him and the half dressed woman at his side.

"What the hell?!"

Kuroo smiles – that soft, indulgent expression he saves just for you – seizing her by the arm the second she tries to step back, tightening his grip until she's whimpering, begging.

"Hey, sweetheart. Did you miss me?"

This morning you'd gotten all worked up over some nonsense, silly notions about him 'growing bored' and 'tossing you aside', as if you weren't his soulmate. His one true north.

And he'd laughed and told you how ridiculous you were being – right up to the point where you implied he'd find somebody to replace you.

You're his wife, he won't abide you thinking like that. Not for a fucking second.

You said things you didn't mean, lashing out because you were scared, he knows that. Tried not to take it to heart. You're not afraid that he'll go out seeking someone else, you're afraid that greedy fucking whores are going to sink their claws into him and try to pull him away from you.

They'd sooner have luck drawing blood from stone, but Kuroo's always been one to go above and beyond, especially where you're concerned.

And if it helps put your mind at ease, he's more than happy to prove just how deep his loyalty to you – his absolute devotion – runs. As many times as it takes.

That's love.

With a harsh shove, Kuroo sends the woman sprawling to the floor.

He laughs, "Relax, it's not what you think."

#i am posting this as proof of life #there will hopefully be a full fic coming this weekend #i hope #fingers crossed #pray for me y'all #yandere kuroo #yandere kuroo x reader #yandere haikyuu

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hotvinimon · 7 months

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Prank

Bokuto Kotaro x Reader

A/n : "You are annoying prank" Images are not mine. Credits to the owner. Likes, Comments and re-blogs are appreciated. Please don't steal my work. Enjoy ;) Warnings - English is my second language, tears, kisses

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Before saying yes to a commited relation, you always wondered what love looks like or feels like. Is it all pink like in movies ? Or totally unexpected like in dramas.

You couldn't stop chuckling to yourself as you whipped up some grub for your beloved boyfriend of 3 years, the bathroom rockstar.

Imagine this: a sunny summer day, Bokuto belting out tunes like he's on a world tour in the bathroom. While you made your Inari Sushi masterpiece, you stuck a cute flag in the tofu, thinking he'd devour it like a hungry legend.

Your kitchen shenanigans turned breakfast into a daily concert, and you were here for it, front-row seats and all!

Chilling on a kitchen stool, you snuggled up, scrolling through your phone and killing time. As you swiped away, you got hooked by a hilarious prank video of a couple.

Just then, the bathroom door clicked open, and Bokuto emerged, attempting an elegant pirouette, until he saw your unimpressed look from your kitchen perch.

He pulled off an epic gasp, covering his mouth with flair like a melodramatic actor and shouted, "Oh, behold the grand entrance! My precious! My drop-dead gorgeous darling baby!" With giant strides, like he's auditioning for a comedy troupe, he sauntered over on the wood floor, leaving just enough room for an over-the-top bow. You couldn't hold back your giggles.

"Wowza! Check out the size of that Inari sushi! Just what the doctor ordered! I must've won the karma lottery. Now, what else? Hmmm... Oh, I know! A good morning smooch to kickstart the day!" Ignoring any objections, he grabbed your face with his big hands and planted a juicy kiss. "As a token of my thanks, I'm whipping up some coffee, my sweetie pie!"

Late mornings are rare in your apartment due to both of yours busy schedule. But due to graciousness of your manager and Meian, you finally got some time to catch what's slipping up.

You watched his coffee-making skills, both of you sipping from cute matching mugs, and that coffee scent filled up the kitchen. He plopped your mug down, and you gave him a quick kiss. As he sat in his chair across from you, he eyeballed the yummy breakfast you'd whipped up with an eager grin.

He zeroed in on the sushi like a ravenous sushi monster, his lips dancing with excitement. Taking a huge bite, he made sure that sushi didn't stand a chance. You couldn't help but soak up his dramatic, operatic hum, followed by an award-winning moan.

It was like a foodie's Shakespearean theater! As he devoured, you remembered that prank video from earlier. You leaned in, resting your head on your left hand, grinning mischievously.

"Listen, babe, you know I adore you, right? But..." Bokuto's eyes locked onto yours, begging for more. Despite his heartstring-pulling expression, you kept going. "Maybe, just maybe, ease up on the childishness. It's starting to get a tad bit... well, you know, annoying."

His eyes got as big as saucers, and he froze mid-bite, never breaking your gaze. He blinked once, then twice, and a puzzled frown crept over his handsome face. He practically inhaled his food, trying to get words out, "You think I'm... annoying? Really?" His voice quivered, barely louder than a whisper, breaking your resolve.

Your hand reached out for his, but it was game over – tears welled up in his eyes. Panic mode activated, and you sprang up, cursing your snap judgment. "No, no, no, my bad, baby! I was just messing around! None of that was for real. I watched this dumb video of someone pranking their partner, and I thought it'd be hilarious to see your reaction…"

You pulled back and gently grabbed his chin. "Hey, look at me." You swiveled his head to lock eyes with you. "I'm so sorry, babe. I'm head over heels for you, you know that, right?" He zipped his lips for a sec, steering clear of eye contact. "You're so cruel! Why'd you do that to your lovely boyfriend? I really believed you were going to leave me..." His lip wobbled, a cute pout forming on his lips.

"Like, never ever would I want you to change! I'm all about your goofy vibes, you get me? I'm genuinely sorry, honey... Can you find it in your heart to forgive me? Cross my heart, I'll make it up to you!" Your thumb stroked his cheek, sending a silent plea.

"Okay, but swear you won't pull something like this again!" He crossed his arms and huffed. "I swear!" You nodded big time, showering his face with kisses. You started with his forehead, then both cheeks, and finally, a smooch that lingered on his pouty lips. You milked that last kiss a little longer, feeling the corners of his lips curl up. When you finally pulled away, your grin was on fleek, and your way happier boyfriend looked back at you.

"Well, now that you promised to make it up to me, can I cop some of your sushi too?" you deadpanned. Maybe this was all part of his plot to score extra breakfast, and you were totally down with it, especially when he gave you that cheeky, smug grin.

Before saying yes to a commited relation, you always wondered what love looks like or feels like. Is it all pink like in movies ? Or totally unexpected like in dramas.

Maybe this is what love looks like. A drama queen hogging your breakfast with dried fat tears on his blushed cheeks.

V-Chan's Dilly Dally

You can skip this part.

I really hope you guys would like it. I kind of changed the theme. I'm working on an akaashi fic and a gangster fic.

If you have any request, I would love to serve.

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B-Bye

Love you all

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revebloomluv · 4 months

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DOES ANYONE REMEMBER a haikyuu fanfic about yan!kuroo? he kidnapped the reader and kenma, but the reader develops stock syndrome and it was SO GOOD, terrifying and sad.

it was the first time a fanfic made me stopped my reading bc i couldn't handle what i was reading AND IT COMPLETELY DISAPPEARED. I CAN'T FIND IT ANYWHERE. i read it on wattpad but i don't remember the author, and i think the title was "the boy next door"? something like that?

#haikyuu #kuroo tetsurou #kozume kenma #yandere kuroo #yandere haikyuu #fanfic #yandere fic #wattpad #PLEASE SOMEBOY MUST HAVE READ IT TOO

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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

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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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faerielotus · 11 months

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KYOUTANI x READER

tw : murder, violence, blood, gore, smut

You’re not surprised when he slides into bed without a word. Being talkative isn’t something that you’d associate with Kentaro, especially with it being so late. What’s surprising is the distance between the two of you. He’s close, but not close enough for you to turn over and face him, to hold him. It’s a strange new practice for him. A pattern you’ve seen repeating the last couple of days.

Nonetheless it still confuses you. You know he likes to touch you, feel that you’re there; the same as you. You enjoy the way he hooks his arm over your waist, holding you tight to his chest. The sound of him slightly out of breath when he first joins you in bed, most likely from shuffling up the stairs of your rickety apartment building. But most of all you enjoy the way he smells. He always manages to smell fresh, even when he was covered in sweat from moving in the sofa that was way too big for your living room, but that you insisted on buying; or another time when he came back home, holding a hoodie covered in red splotches. Even the metallic smell was overpowered by the smell of him ingrained into your apartment.

You love everything about the man beside you. That’s why it’s so strange to you. How you know he feels the same way, but is still so far away from you. His distance continues to plague your mind. That is until he sighs, not irritated but not relaxed. Yes, you find the whole predicament strange until he sighs, scoots closer to you and holds you tight, resting his head on your neck. That’s when you forget how strange it is, and start to think about him, how he feels, how he sounds, and how he smells.

You’ve been laughing for what feels like ten minutes. One joke from Matsuwaka growing into his own personal comedy show. You can’t hear anything else anybody’s saying. Not even the music from the back of the club thrumming through your body is truly reaching you. Your drink has almost fallen out of your hands more than once, quickly being saved by the brunette sitting besides you.

You finally calm down, taking a swig from your drink and inhaling a big breathe of air. You look over to Matsuwaka, readying yourself for his next barrage of wisecracks when you notice that he’s looking over you.

You turn around and see three tall men all maneuvering through the crowds of people towards the two of you. Their attire matches the clothes that Matsuwaka is wearing, a fancy, if not slightly disheveled suit. You take brief notice of the fact that their eyes are on you, or at least shifting between you and the man you were having a conversation with. Your eyes, however, are focused on only one of those men. With a buzzcut that’s been bleached blonde and a mean look on his face you feel like shying away. His tanned skin absorbs the colors of the club lights. Over his suit he’s wearing a clashing leather jacket and overall looks a bit mean.

You realize how long you’ve been staring when they get closer, and the blonde cocks his eyebrow at you. You turn back towards Matsuwaka and nurse your drink.

“Issei.” The brunette in the middle of the three men speaks up when they reach the bar.

“Oikawa.” Matsuwaka says in a drawn out fashion, almost teasing the man in front of him. “I was coming back, I just needed something to drink”

“We can see that!” A strawberry blonde on the side of Oikawa pipes up. He yells over the loud noises of the crowd while staring at you. “My names Hanamaki, but my pals call me Makki!” He’s leaning over now and holding out his hand for you to shake.

You take his hand and introduce yourself. He slowly drops his hand from yours and looks at Matsuwaka with a sly smirk on his face.

The atmosphere is laid back, but you can’t help but feel awkward stuck between these men in suits.

“I’m sorry if I stole him,” you start, looking up to Oikawa. “The both of us were waiting for our drinks when I started a conversation.” You brush a stray hair back, one that you missed with your bobby pin when rushing out the house to meet your friends.

He looks over to you with a smile. “You’re all fine sweetheart. This one right here is responsible for himself.” That got a laugh out of you, and the angry man standing by his side focused his eyes on you. “He’s still got some work to do though, so we’re gonna have to steal him back.”

“Come on, Oikawa, I can’t leave a girl like her on her own here.” Matsuwaka said, feigning a pout and grabbing your hand.

Oikawa dramatically sucked air through his teeth and sighed. “Yeah, you’re right about that.” Oikawa shifted on his foot and turned towards the cross blonde next to him. “Well, Kyoutani already did his job for the night,” he faced forward again and smiled “Why don’t you keep the pretty girl some company Kyo-kun.”

Kyoutani stared at you with a glare and you stared back, looking at him more closely. His scowl didn’t make him any less handsome. His face was strong and his skin was glowing underneath the light. He was lean, but you could tell that underneath his suit he was toned. You looked back over to Matsuwaka who had an incredulous look on his face.

“‘Kawa, you know that’s not what I meant man.”

Oikawa’s grin widened even more. “Kyo-kun take Matsuwaka’s seat for me.” On the side of Oikawa, Makki snickered and hid his face in his elbow.

Matsuwaka grumbled as he shifted out of his seat. Kyoutani dropped himself onto it and motioned for the bartender.

“We’ll see you later Kyo-kun.” Oikawa said as he and the rest of the men walked off, arm draped over Matsuwaka’s shoulder.

You turned your body towards the bar, but kept your head facing the man beside you. Ignoring his rough look you were somewhat entranced by him. Everything from his appearance to his smell was strangely attractive to you. He started to order a drink when he looked to you.

“Do you want another?” He motioned to your drink, still with a glare on his face. You nodded with a smile and he finished ordering.

You asked him a couple of questions, mainly about Matsuwaka, how they met, their friend group, but also about him. That seemed to loosen him up enough for his brows to relax.

“And you?” He asked as the bartender set your drinks in front of you both.

“What questions are you asking me?” You said with a dopey smile.

“Anything.” He responded after taking a second to gulp his drink. His short answers made you realize how little interest he has. No, not that, how little he likes to talk. He seemed engaged even with his limited amount of interactions. That, like so many of his other qualities attracted you.

“Well,” you started, leaning your elbow on the bartop. “I think you’re hot.” You tilted your head, resting your hand on his knee.

You saw him take a small gulp and you laughed at that. He stared at his drink until he picked it up and downed the rest. He swallowed and turned to look at you again.

“Yeah?” That was the first time you saw him smile.

You wonder if you really got everything you needed. You didn’t want to head back to the store for something small. Thinking about calling Kentaro to check the kitchen, you decided to brush the idea off, remembering he left earlier that morning.

You sighed, shifting and moving your grocery bags around in your arms. You felt like you haven’t talked to him in so long, the last form of contact between you too being a kiss on your forehead as he slid out of bed. You made your way into the lobby of your apartment and up the stairs. You couldn’t tell why he was acting the way he was. You just knew that something was wrong.

Just like how you knew something was wrong when you opened the door to your shared apartment to see clothes caked in blood on the floor. You couldn’t feel your bags dropping from your hold. All you felt was fear. It doesn’t take much time for you to run into your bedroom at all.

What takes time is your realization. The realization that Kentaro’s completely fine. Wearing black joggers with his shirt stripped off, a towel hanging off his shoulder, he turns to look at you. He has a cut on his lip, but his face has no emotion. He just keeps staring at you, not a single word passing between you too.

You look down. “What happened Ken.” You look back towards the living room, motioning towards his discarded pile of clothes, already seeping into the carpet. “What happened to you.” You turned back to him taking a couple steps forward.

“Nothing.” He says turning back around, back facing you. “Some asshole had too much to say at a meeting.”

You weren’t sure what type of work Kentaro and his friends were in, but the past couple of years gave you some insight as to how violent it could be. “Kentaro,” you said demandingly. “Your clothes are soaked in blood.” You finally got close enough to him to turn him around and you noted how tense he was.

He stared down at you, this time you could see something in his face. “Are you scared of me?” He whispered.

You were taken aback, but kept your hand on his shoulder and the other on his face. “No,” you turned your head at him and frowned. “Why would you think that.”

He takes a breath, whether it’s relief or him trying to compose himself you can’t tell. He pulls your hands from him and pulls you into an embrace, inhaling your scent.

“Not important,” he finally says, toying with the bottom of your shirt. “Just help me real quick.” He kisses you, beginning to lift the bottom of your shirt, you’re distracted from the look on his face.

You can’t think about how scared he looked when he’s fumbling with your bra, grunting into your neck when you reach down to pull his sweats off.

You can’t think of anything else except the way he’s touching you, and the fresh scent coming off of him from washing off the grime and blood of a tough day.

You didn’t think you were going to go

home with the indifferent man who sat beside you for half a night, but you couldn’t deny the strong feeling of euphoria from between your legs as Kentaro slammed his hips against yours.

He grunted as he lifted your legs over his and lowered himself closer to your face, hands intertwined with yours. He moved his lips against yours and you moaned. He cursed and pulled away, biting your lip in the process.

He moved his hand down your body and you mewled, thrusting against him.

“Fuck!” He shouted, touching you, and dipping his head. You grabbed his shoulder with your free hand, trying to urge him closer. “You want me, baby?” you nodded, squinting your eyes closed and moaning. “Yeah, you want me.”

He moved his hand from you, up your body, resting on your breast for a moment, before he harshly gripped your throat. “Kyo-” you tried to say, but were overpowered by his strength and the urge to moan.

You arched your back, still trying to get closer to him. He finally caught on to the way you were flexing, and kissed you hard. He continued to pump himself in and out of you, taking time to grind into you causing you to release cut-off moans and gasps.

“Come on, baby, cum for me.” He tightened his grip on your throat, dragging his face along your neck and thrusting harder. He pushes you closer and you squeezed his hand, shaking and squeezing his cock.

“Kyo…tani” you croak, but he’s not listening, he’s pounding into you harder, holding you tighter, and now kissing you rougher.

He was close to losing control, almost crushing you with his strength, but he held back. He held back until he came, cumming inside of you and growling into your ear.

You both were out of breath but he continued thrusting into you. It took a moment for him to settle down, releasing his tight grip on you and collapsing on top of you. He rolled to the side and held you, tucking his face into your neck, taking big breaths.

You were tired and still catching your breath when you thanked yourself for going out tonight.

He gripped you tighter, kissing your neck.

He murmured. “You smell good.”

You sat still, tears slowly running down your face as the recent events of the day replayed through your mind.

Kyoutani stood in front of the counter, in between your legs, drying your washed face with a towel, and trying his best to avoid your blooming bruises and aching cuts.

You know he’s thinking the same thing as you. Probably thinking about how he bashed in the head of the man who cornered you during an afternoon outing with his friends. He was probably thinking about how scared you looked when he saw the dickhead from earlier that week groping you. You know he was thinking about if you were okay when the asshole started getting rough when you tried brushing past him.

Kyoutani set the towel down and sighed. He reached for you and you shied away. He ignored it and held your face in his hands.

“I killed for you.” He said. Staring you in the eyes and assessing the damage done to your face. You didn’t say anything and more tears rolled down your face. He tilted his head and took a moment to really look at you.

You thought about his question from a couple days ago. The fear in his eyes when he asked it. His bloodied clothes, now tossed away, probably living in some dump. Your assailant, and his bandaged body and furious face.

“He had it coming for a long time. He kept messing with me and my boys.” You couldn’t tell what he was trying to say to you. Was he trying to explain his actions, soothe you? Was he trying to convince you that his murderous rage was an outcome of the dead man’s actions and not his own violent tendencies? You didn’t care.

All that you knew was that you were scared. You were scared of your boyfriend. You loved him, but he terrified you. You started to sob. Wails escaping you as you replayed the moment when he repeatedly threw the head of the random man against a brick wall, not stopping until his skull was shattered, spilling out his most vital organ onto the pavement you both stood on.

Kyoutani didn’t try to hug you. He didn’t try to comfort you. Not even in that traumatic moment. He just picked you up and walked away, leaving his friends to clean the mess.

Kyoutani was never good at talking. Not even now. He just kept staring at you. “Are you scared of me?” He said, reaching for your face.

He didn’t look afraid this time. He looked tired, and serious. He looked like he already knew the answer and was just asking to ask.

You still didn’t say anything. Your hiccuping cries were enough of an answer for him.

He sighed and picked you up, carrying you to your shared bedroom. He laid you down onto the bed and after taking a moment to undress joined you. He hovered over you as you continued crying.

“I can still smell that dickhead’s cologne on you.” You didn’t know what to say to that either, you just kept still underneath him. He reached for the buttons on your dress and you stayed still.

You realized he was trying to get the smell off of you. He was almost scared of it.

The same way you were scared of the way he smelled. Not the fresh scent that you adored, but the metallic and almost deathly smell of blood.

This was my first fic!! I originally posted it on my other account, but I made that my personal blog. I also posted it on AO3 under Faerie_Lotus. Please please please!! Tell me what you guys think 「(°ヘ°)

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izanawrld · 2 years

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Yandere Hinata who gets jealous of his step sisters new boyfriend

cw: stepcest , older hinata (20) , younger reader (18), yandere themes, hinata literally being delusional

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When Shoyo came home from university for the summer, he expected his sweet younger step-sister to run into his arms and hug him dearly.

He didn't expect to open the front door, walk to the tv room and see you sitting on a boy's lap, giggling and exchanging kisses.

He watched with hard eyes as you were distracted and it took him clearing his throat for you to separate quickly and jump up. Your eyes widened with excitement (even though you were very much embarrassed) and you ran up to him, hugging him and trying to kiss his cheek softly.

"Sho-nii! You're a day early!" You said, stepping back. You watched his expression, face blank as he stared at your boyfriend and then at you again.

He catches himself and relaxes his face.

"Princess, how are you? Who is your friend over here?" He smiles, eyes sparkling with its signature glow.

"I wanted to tell you over lunch haha.." you laugh nervously, looking between the two of them.

Your boyfriend stands up and bows politely.

"I'm Ryu Kuroo, I attend the same English academy as her. nice to meet you."

Hinata notices they're around a similar height, the boy taller than him. He already knew all this stuff, he knew about your boyfriend from his extensive daily Instagram, Twitter, Snapchat and Tiktok stalking. He noticed the new follower a month ago and the new way you'd text and tweet and the songs you began to listen to.

You're adopting his music taste and it made him sick, music was your thing together.

"Nice to meet you, Tetsuro-kun's brother I assume? Volleyball player?" Hinata asks

Ryu's face drops at the mention of his older brother but lights up again at the mention of volleyball.

They sit and talk about the sport and you watch in fascination. You hold your boyfriend's hand and Shoyo watches attentively. He notices the body language, and the comments you throw in.

God you were a slut, probably lost your virginity to this sleaze. It should've been Shoyo. But he knew you knew that too. You were seducing Shoyo, best of all you did it in front of this phoney!

Finally, you were coming to your senses! You wanted Shoyo like he wanted you, you were telling him that with your body language.

It was confirmed when you said that Karasuno had the better team, that Shoyo was proof of it. Your type wasn't just any volleyball player, it was Shoyo and him being a volleyball player was a cover up. You clearly wanted the next best thing.

He'd help you realize that over the summer break, just wait and see

#tw.dark fic #tw. stepcest #hinata shoyo #shoyo hinata #hinata haikyuu #haikyuu hinata #hq haikyuu #hq hinata #hinata hq #yandere hinata #hinata yandere #dark haikyuu #the saeko zone

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shiratorizawa-can-step-on-me · 2 years

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Jealousy

(CTTRO: @YHURI ANGELA REYES)

orginal writer/author : @kedreyuri 💖

Yandere Shirabu Kenjirou x Fem reader

GENRE : YANDERE / ANGST / TOXIC <

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"Who's this Echizen Sukira"

You flinched as Shirabu, your boyfriend asked monotone as he examined the phone's contact number.

"Sh-she's my co-worker at the office.."

He raised a brow not convinced on your statement.

"How would I know if this 'Echizen Sukira' is really a 'She'?"

"C-can't you tell by the name? She has a girl's na-"

Shirabu slammed his hand on the table you two are sitting on.

"Nonesense, Do you know where you are? This is Japan! This is Tokyo! Many of japanese men in here has a girl's name!"

You couldn't do anything but listen.

He scolded you for a while before muting himself to scroll further down on your phone's contact.

"I'm deleting it."

That Echizen Sukira is really your lady co-worker. But Shirabu just doesn't believe any of what you said especially if it's about you.

He handed your phone and locked himself in his room.

'Maybe he's studying medical Doctor's book again'

You thought in relief you'd be able to avoid your boyfriend even for a while.

He was just a middle school crush of yours.

You confessed to him and with your surprise he felt the same way about you.

However as days went by, his true personality is leaking slowly.

How he became overprotective

How he avoid you to people who can you steal your attention away from him, specially to a guy.

How he seize almost everything that makes you happy.

How he can be possessive at times when he's jealous. Or maybe even become violent when he reached his limits.

This relationship is Toxic. You wanted to end it but Shirabu never agrees but he just gives you punishments in return.

"Mine"

Lingers in your ear, as you heard him banging his things inside his room.

He's on rampage.

'Fuck'

He's mad.

But after minutes later he stopped.

That moment you took a peak at your phone seeing all your saved numbers from people close to you including your friend, workers, former colleagues and more are completely swiped deleted.

Only one number saved.

'Kenjirou♡'

His number was left.

You felt your eyes gets blurry but quickly brushed it off when you heard a door creak coming from his room.

You sniffed and hid your phone on the sofa's hand.

"From now on, my number is the only one allowed to be saved from your device. Remember that Y/N."

He said without hesitation

Which you replied with

"O-okay.. sure"

You were too scared of what he might do to you when you disobeyed him.

So you've got no choice but to follow.

"Come here."

He reached out his long arms for you.

With a wide smile. One of the reason you've fell for him.

You want to run and hug him tight and just cry it all out.

But he was the reason why you're so afraid.

"Don't make me repeat myself."

With that you're in his arms nuzzling deep onto his chest.

He tucked at the back if your ear the strands of hair blocking from your face.

He cupped your cheek and lifted it for you to face him.

He smiled.

"Look me in the eye you know, I love you.. right?"

That sentence made you wanna laugh at his face.

'Love? This is not how you show your love! This is abuse Kenjirou! You're doing all of this against my will!'

You wanted to shout it at him

But afraid of the punishment you'll face.

"I- I love you too"

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In the morning you too had to go to work.

Him as a Doctor.

You as a Regular worker at a development building.

"I'll see you later, hun"

He kissed your forehead before leaving.

You felt sad you weren't with him, you wish you two worked together.

That's a lie. A fucking lie.

You were so happy when he wasn't around, feels like you can freely play at the playground without any rules to obey.

You dressed up as well and headed to work.

Hours later,

After finishing the papers assigned to you.

Again you felt tired. But not because of the job you had.

Because again you'll deal with Shirabu.

You really wish you could stay here for long. Just don't go home again with him.

You closed your eyes for a good rest but was disturbed when your phone vibrates.

▪Message from: Kenjirou♡

~°•You're done with work right? I'll pick you up. Be there in minute.•°

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You sighed heavily and head outside to wait for your boyfriend.

But not so far on waiting you heard a familiar voice afar.

"Isn't that Y/N-san?

Y/N-san Hisashiburi! (Long time no see)"

You tilted your head to the side seeing Semi Eita your former schoolmate back in Shiratorizawa High.

You waved your hand and he greeted you with a tight hug, exclaiming he was so happy to see you again.

But as soon as he hugged you, you broke apart without your consent.

By grabbing your wirst fimrly

"K-kenjirou..!?"

You looked at your back seeing Shirabu in a white gown with used white glove on his lower pocket on the side.

He's face was dull mad.

Incredibly but you know he's still hilding back.

He shoot Semi a death glare when the ashen blonde grabbed your other wrist.

"Hey no fair Shirabu, I know yoy're her boyfriend but can't you atleast me catch up with her?"

"With what?"

Shirabu answered bluntly as he turned to face him.

"About things since she left colledge. You've been with her ever since because you're her boyfriend. You knew what happened and I'm curious so I'd like to catch up, come on shirabu! Don't be selfish!"

Semi whined as he kept pulling you near him.

"If you knew that I'm her boyfriend then why don't you let go? It's very inappropriate to held a girl's hand without her boyfriend's consent"

Semi raised a brow at his former teammate.

And let out a nervous chuckle still not letting go.

"What's wrong with you Shirabu? It's not like I'd do anything to her-"

"Shut up! Why can't you understand that you can't touch her?! Why don't you get the fact that I'm getting uneasy with you two alone?! You won't do anything? Well guess what, I don't trust you!"

Semi was shocked at Shirabu's loud and angry statement.

He unknownly let go of your wrist and laughed.

Making Shirabu more irritated.

"Pff.. so that's how you are, when you're jealous Shirabu"

Your boyfriend was urging to punch the ashen blonde but you pulled him hugging his arm and pleading to let it slide.

The rage on his eyes, melted down as he saw how scared you were.

He clicked his tongue before turning back

And dragging you along.

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"K-kenjirou! Pl-please don't do this!!"

You screamed in a frightening tone as you stepped back hitting you back at the flat corner of the kitchen.

Shirabu, was approaching you slowly with a scalpel on his hand.

Suggesting he should carve his name on you to let everyone know you're his.

You feel down on your knees as kept backing away even tho you're stuck at the same position.

You still didn't stop begging him to let it go.

You're boyfriend was hard to convince.

He roughly grabbed you by your elbow and lift you up to his reach.

He pinned you against the wall by setting his knee in between your thighs.

His face was merciless, you knew you couldn't escape but never stop begging him.

He scanned your body before removing his gown on the way.

He left the blue T-shirt and blue sweatpants on his body.

He eyed your left wrist that was held by Semi earlier.

He grinned wickedly

"Ah, I should sign that wrist.. ut was held by a filthy hand earlier"

He grabbed it and leaned closer to his touch.

He started to carve the first letter.

You bit your tongue as the sharp scalpel were trailing to your wrist, holding you scream.

You shed tears as he kept scribbling his name. You were starting to let out a painful whimper and squirms.

You couldn't hold it any longer so you opened your mouth wide and screamed as if your life really depends on it.

You're starting to pull your wrist away but Shirabu would only deepen the scalpel making it bleed and hurt more.

You danced in pain as he mercilessly continued.

His name was really quite long so you tried again to pull but he narrowed his hand making his grip tighter to bled more.

You shouted cries, wince, and words at him like

"I'm so sorry! Kenjirou! Please! S-stop!"

"I'll never do it again! Please j-just stop!"

But neither of those he listened.

At the last letter finally you thought was over he thrust the scalpel deeper an inch away to your pulse, making scream louder than ever.

He never scratched any veins nor touch your pulse. He knew you'd die which he never wants to happen. Just a punishment.

You gasped for air rapidly as he stared at his work. Proud.

He smirked looking at his bloodied name carved on your sensitive skin.

He put the little knife away and carried you bridal style.

He gently kissed your forehead as you just cry in pain.

"I'm sorry hun, but it's also your fault.

I know it hurts but bear with it."

"I-I thought I was gonna die Kenjirou..!"

You have no more energy to shout more.

So it came out in your mouth like a weak puppy.

"Don't worry I won't kill you.

Look me in the eye, you know I love you.. right?"

You lift your head up wearily and stared at his eyes.

His dull brown eyes that is full with painful love.

Reposted with permission 😚✨

I just had to, cause I love this fic!

thanks again @kedreyuri !

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