#yandere kuroo tetsurou
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invidia ii
a (very belated) christmas present for my beloved wife @iwaasfairy who has, for two years straight, begged me for more shinnosuke content. i hope you like it bby!
kuroo tetsurou x female reader, kuroo shinnosuke (oc) x female reader
part i
w.c 3.1k
tw: noncon/dubcon, slight daddy kink, (forced) infidelity, yandere themes, nsfw, smut, age gap, i guess hints of breeding kink, dilf kuroo
“Why did your parents split up?”
Mid-way through pulling on a pair of old, grey sweatpants, mopping at beads of water from his shower still rolling down his bare chest, Shinnosuke throws you a curious look, but shrugs easily enough.
“They weren’t ever really ‘together’ to begin with. They tried the whole co-parenting thing to start with but mom… they never loved each other. Hell, I don’t even think they liked each other most of the time beyond–” he breaks off, his nose wrinkling in distaste. It almost makes you laugh. “Anyway, dad always said she had one foot out the door from the start. Dad was the one who stuck around to raise me.” There’s no animosity in his tone, he says it like it’s the simple truth. You’ve never met the woman, never having shown up to any of the Nekoma games, his graduation, any of it. You’ve seen a picture or two, overheard the odd phone call, but for as long as you’ve known him, the only real parent in Shin’s life has always been his dad.
If there’s anyone he idolises, it’s his father.
Which is why the words that he says next – casting aside the damp towel in the general direction of the laundry basket (boys) and sauntering on over to join you in bed – take you entirely by surprise. “We’ll go visit her in Golden Week. I want her to meet you.”
And again, the words are just that; words. Shin kisses you, a sweet peck on your lips, and wastes no time in scooping you back into his arms and settling back with a contented sigh. They’re just words, but there’s this look in his eyes when he says it that makes you think he means something more.
Your stomach flutters.
—
‘You really wanna break his heart like that, kitten?’
—
“Still not feeling any better?” Shin asks, brushing your hair back to feel your forehead. The beginnings of a frown start to take shape, teeth gently burrowing into his bottom lip, but he straightens and sighs, and that hint of discontent smoothes over like it had never existed in the first place. He strokes your hair again and offers a small, sympathetic smile. “No temperature, that’s gotta be a good sign, right?”
You’re a coward.
“It’s not my head, I just…” don’t have any visible, plausible symptoms for the fake illness that’s currently keeping you curled up in Shin’s bed. Away from the creep who’d smiled and fucking winked at you Christmas morning. “I just feel off.”
“Poor baby,” he coos, laughing when your face screws up and you swat at him.
Right now, swaddled in his hoodie, his fingers carding through your hair and that stupid, impish, almost believable grin beaming down at you, you want to forget. To pretend.
Because there’s a pit in your stomach. A bitter, gnarled, seething mass. This moment right now, in Shin’s bed, it’s like glass, paper thin and already cracked, it can’t possibly last, and yet you’re clinging to it so desperately, head buried in the sand, willing yourself to pretend, from one heartbeat to the next, that what’s happened won’t break the two of you.
That your stomach doesn’t threaten to upend when you catch sight of those hazel eyes peering down at you – the same shape and shade as his father’s.
You shudder out a breath, and what little levity there was between you two gets sucked out with it. Shin’s expression gutters.
Yeah.
His fingers don’t leave your hair, though. Playing idly with the strands as though the suffocating tension in the room doesn’t exist at all. “Dad’s taking us out to dinner tonight,” he tells you. Reminds you, because you knew all of this beforehand. Everything but the party. “Do you want me to run by the pharmacy to get you something?”
Another tap at the fractured glass.
That’s Shinnosuke all over, isn’t it? You might’ve been the manager back in the day, but it was always Shin who kept an eye on his team, on you, to make sure everyone was good.
“No,” you shake your head. “I’ll–” the words get stuck in your throat. “I’ll see how I feel in an hour or so. ‘m still a little tired.”
“You want some tea, sweetheart?”
‘Shh, sweetheart, you gotta keep it down.’
A cold sweat breaks out on the nape of your neck. No. No, no, no, no–
“Baby?”
You flinch like he’s slapped you, jerking away from the hand he’s wound in your hair. The startled look he shoots you borders on wounded, but you’re already squirming towards the edge of the bed, stumbling to your feet like a newborn foal. “Bathroom,” you manage to eke out, your voice sounding far too strangled and hoarse to pass as anywhere near the realm of fine.
Shin doesn’t follow, doesn’t so much as utter a word – all kicked puppy confused – as you throw the door closed behind you and collapse back against it, a sweaty, ashen mess.
He usually calls you love. Baby. Princess when he’s being a little shit.
Sweetheart’s a rare one.
Your heart races, a runaway train pounding in your chest. His eyes, his touch, sweetheart, sweetheart, sweetheart.
Another shuddering breath in. Out.
Fuck.
There’s a knock – not at the ensuite door, the sound’s too muffled for that, and you didn’t hear Shin’s footsteps (though you’re not sure you would, over the pounding in your ribs) meaning that the knocking’s at his door.
There’s only one other occupant in the house. Though you try your damndest to fight it, there’s no stopping the wave of panic that stabs through you. Shin’s door creaks open, soft voices barely creeping through the gap in the door, and your fingers go rigid, nails clawing at the black and white flooring as though you can ground yourself by breaking through it instead.
You don’t realise you’re crying.
Not until the droplets splatter on the tiles by your feet.
—
You should’ve left days ago.
After Christmas, when you’d ducked out from under Shin’s arm and lurched for the nearest bathroom, when it’d finally clicked for him that you violently hurling your guts up wasn’t the result of a simple hangover, you’d tried. Short of admitting the truth – and swinging a bat at the bees’ nest – convincing Shin to leave his dad’s place goes about as well as drawing blood from a stone.
He’s even less thrilled about the prospect of you going back by yourself, leaving him to spend what’s left of the week with his dad like they’d planned.
There’s only so far you can push without breaking something. You, probably. You and Shin, almost definitely.
Even so, you might’ve had more of a backbone if he hadn’t been so… Shin. All coaxing and concerned. Logical to a damn fault.
‘You don’t wanna be stuck in a car driving for hours when you’re feeling shitty, love, and besides, dad’s place is bigger than ours. Comfier. You’ll probably be on the mend by tomorrow anyway, so there’s no point in us heading back.’
If you weren’t trying to salvage what’s left, or maybe clinging to the idea that you can – and want to – then it would’ve been easier just to go.
You wouldn’t still be here, stuck in the house of the man who’d– who’d raped you.
You wouldn’t be avoiding your boyfriend’s eye.
You would’ve screamed the whole house down before Kuroo Tetsurou ever bent you over the kitchen counter.
But the gentle extrication in the early hours of the morning, Shinnosuke’s lips brushing against your cheek, the sleepy rasp of his voice as he mumbles a quiet, “Love you,” before slipping away – you barely stir, cozy and safe and content.
He loves you. Shin loves you.
A while later – minutes, maybe, or hours, it’s hard to tell when you’re still in the grips of sleep – the mattress dips under Shin’s weight, and those strong, sculpted arms seek your warmth again, you only sigh and lean back against him.
“I love you,” you whisper, not yet willing to open your eyes and face another day of lying to him.
The arm slung over your waist curls tighter, his face nuzzling into your neck. The kisses he leaves there aren’t affectionate, exactly, they’re not gentle, when teeth catch, nipping sharply at your skin, only to be soothed by a lave of his tongue.
And the laugh that rumbles at your back – a shade off your boyfriend’s – is anything but nice.
“Yeah? Fuck, you’re sweet in the morning.”
This time, you don’t hold back. You shriek, kicking out like a wild thing – or you would have, if Kuroo’s hand hadn’t clamped down on your mouth, if his weight hadn’t shifted so that rather than lying curled up behind you, he’s half on top of you, pinning you down to the mattress with a thigh lodged between yours.
“Uh-uh-uh, we were doing so good, kitten. Don’t you wanna be daddy’s good girl?”
Your only answer is a ragged noise, torn from somewhere deep inside of you. He chuckles again, grinds against you, his cock a thick, unignorable presence pressed at your ass. There’s nothing but the thin cotton of your sleep shorts separating it from you, and from past experience, that barrier won’t do much to deter him for long.
Kuroo rolls you onto your back and slots himself nicely between your legs. Naked, you realise with a fresh stab of fear.
You scream the moment his palm leaves your lips to capture your wrists, scream for Shinnosuke – for anyone – so loudly that it feels like you’ll bleed for it. Let him come running, find you pinned and squirming, terrified beneath the man who raised him.
Let it be the final crack that obliterates everything.
If Shin sees you like this, utterly petrified, on the verge of being raped again and still thinks it some kind of a betrayal, let him choke on it. You don’t care anymore, you just want someone to stop this.
(Shin wouldn’t, would he?)
But Kuroo only snickers. Leans over to lick along the edge of your lashes, where hot, glistening tears are already spilling over, trickling down to disappear in your hairline. “Your boy’s not here, but we don’t have long ‘til he gets back. You’ll forgive me if we bypass the foreplay this morning, right, sweetheart?” You shudder, goosebumps prickling where his breath washes over you, and you squeeze your eyes shut and violently – pointlessly – shake your head. “We’ll have to save eating your pretty little cunt for next time.”
All too eager, he hungrily captures your lips again and yanks down your shorts, taking your panties along with them.
Christmas morning, you’d been shoved face down over the kitchen counter while he’d fucked you from behind. You’d give anything for that distance right now. At least then you hadn’t had to endure his suffocating warmth, having him squeeze and grope at your tits over your old, threadbare tee.
You wouldn’t have to writhe away from his mouth while he rucks your bare thighs up either side of his hips, dragging you closer.
Even with your eyes screwed tightly shut, you can’t pretend that this isn’t happening as Kuroo spits and a heartbeat later the thick head of his cock slowly – agonisingly slowly – splits you apart.
You forget how to breathe.
Eyes popping open and back arching up into his chest, your fists clutch desperately at the sheets of Shin’s bed, trying to squirm away, only the grip he has on you makes sure there’s nowhere for you to escape to. He’s big, long, mostly, and you’re too tight to take him easily, especially without any prep. The spit doesn’t help any, and Kuroo doesn’t care, groaning out in pleasure as inch by inch he pushes himself deeper, until at last he’s seated firmly inside of you. “Good fucking giiiirl,” he purrs, a kiss pressed to the tip of your nose.
A tiny, drawn out whine is all you can manage when your lower half radiates pain.
“Gonna fuck this perfect pussy nice ‘n full,” he tells you. “Give you everything you need, sweet girl. You can take it. I know you can, you just gotta breathe for me.”
But unlike last time, he doesn’t allow you the luxury of a minute to adjust. His hips draw back and punch forward, jolting another mewling gasp from your lips. And again. And again. The pace isn’t violent so much as intense, like each thrust ignites something inside of him that burns for more.
He clasps your wrists in one hand, pants into your open mouth between frenetic kisses, groans out your name in that shuddering gasp.
“Mine,” he pants, beads of sweat dripping from his chest, his chin, rolling down onto you. “You’re daddy’s girl– fuck!”
Your cunt reacts accordingly, flexing around his cock, easing its passage so that the wet, lurid sounds of him fucking you quickly fill the air. A betrayal that has your cheeks flaming.
The muscles in your thighs burn, Kuroo all but forcing them back towards the bed, his weight driving into you with fervour. A quick adjustment to the angle of your hip and his cock hits a spot deep inside of you that has you choking on a moan of your own, a burst of bright, sizzling pleasure bleeding through the pain.
Kuroo grins ferally at the sound of it. Drops his weight on an elbow and bucks into you, hitting it again. Your inner walls twitch, squeezing and slick, dragging noises from you that make you wanna burn with shame – that, or cut yourself loose entirely. You can’t muster resistance when he swallows them down, sucking on your tongue, moaning into your mouth. His momentum turns rabid, his hand no longer encircling your wrists, but entangled with them, pressing them down to the mattress. “Almost… there…” he grunts, gasping as he curls over you, abs flexing.
A shudder rolls through him, his hips faltering just as something vital shatters inside of you, toes curling, white hot pleasure exploding from your core, rippling through your whole body like the aftershocks of an earthquake. With your pussy spasming around his cock, your body taut and locked with pleasure, Kuroo hurtles off that cliff right alongside you, a strangled noise somewhere between a moan and a growl escaping him as he pumps your cunt full of his seed, all but collapsing atop of you afterwards.
It takes a minute before he peels himself off of you; pushing himself up, braced on elbow so that he’s not crushing you entirely, Kuroo waits, buried inside your warmth, for you to stop trembling with the after effects of your orgasm, for his cock to soften and both of your breathing to even out.
Waits for those glazed over eyes to focus back on him and once again fill with tears, stroking a hand through your sweat-dampened hair as he does so.
“You should go take a shower before Shin gets home,” he says after a minute or two, his voice a low purr. “He can’t be far off.”
But aside from rolling off you to allow you up, Kuroo makes no moves to follow you, or so much as get up off the bed. Naked, his cock soft and glistening with your juices, one knee propped up, he watches you stumble like a newborn foal into the bathroom (only half managing to close the door behind you) with damn near predatory intent, a smirk teasing at his lips.
It’s where Shin finds you a short while later, curled up on the floor of the shower, shaking through silent sobs.
—
Shin doesn’t let go of your hand the entire trip home.
Uncharacteristically sober, he says little aside from the occasional murmur to check in with you – always unanswered – and keeps you tucked close, as though a fraction of distance between you might pry you from his side entirely.
The hours pass in a haze of… nothing. Your tears dry. Numbness takes over. You move like a robot, Shin guiding you every step of the way until you cross the threshold of your apartment.
He never asks what happened. You suppose the smell of sex in his bedroom and the bruises and love bites scattered over your body tell the tale well enough. Shinnosuke’s never been stupid. He’s not dense.
He’s not heartless, either.
In the sanctity of your tiny, shitty bathroom, you shower again. A proper shower this time, with the water turned up full blast, scrubbing viciously at your skin– or at least, you do until he steps in and takes over. You’ve never thought of your boyfriend as particularly gentle, but he pries the loofah from your hand with a delicacy you didn’t know him capable of and takes care of you, cleaning you up with a tenderness that borders on reverence.
You pretend not to notice how his eyes (so like his, sharp and hazel) narrow into a scowl every time he spots another bruise, another mark left by his father. Once or twice his fingers begin to ghost over them, burgundy fingerprints on your thigh, a love bite sucked into the delicate skin above your collarbone, only to catch himself, swallowing tightly and resuming his task like he’d never faltered in the first place.
When you’re done, he dries you both off and helps you into fresh clothes – a pair of comfy sweatpants and an old hoodie of his and guides you back to the living room, setting you down into his lap on the couch.
“I–” his voice is hoarse. Quiet, especially in the stillness of the apartment, and when you glance his way, he awkwardly clears his throat and takes a deep breath. “I went to the pharmacy. I thought– I thought…” he trails off again, dropping his gaze. “I’m such a fucking idiot.”
Your heart twists, and it’s your turn to comfort him. Or maybe you’re comforting each other, shifting slightly in his lap so that you can wrap your arms around him and draw him in close, burying your face in the crook of his neck and breathing in the fresh, clean scent of him. “No. I– it wasn’t…” but the words don’t come. You flounder.
What are you supposed to say? It wasn’t his fault? Wasn’t yours?
You should’ve said something earlier? Should’ve fought back harder – against both of them, should’ve grown a spine?
A beat passes in the tense, thick silence, and when it becomes clear that you’ve got nothing for him, he makes an odd sort of huff that sounds almost irritated. You frown a little, but you don’t fight it when his arms pull tighter around you, when his cheek comes to a rest against your hair and his hands seek yours, curling around your wrists and stroking at the skin there.
“We’ll get through this,” he vows. “I love you, this doesn’t change anything. It won’t change anything.” His lips meet the crown of your head in a soft kiss. “You’re mine. You’ll always be mine.”
#yandere haikyuu#yandere kuroo#yandere kuroo x reader#yandere kuroo tetsurou#yandere kuroo tetsurou x reader#oc: kuroo shinnosuke#tw: noncon
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YANDERE MAFIA BOSS KUROO TETSUROU HEADCANONS
Kuroo as a mafia boss would be stronger than usual, fierce, ferocious and hell even DEADLY to his enemies. His gang Nekoma along with Karasuno are the topmost mafia gangs in the country and they team up together sometimes to wipe out their competition. One day as the Nekoma members were coming back from a mission which btw, involved causing some chaos and stirring up some ruckus for their rival gang Shiratorizawa without the Karasuno members, as his gang members were talking about how stupid their henchmen were and how predictable and easy they were to attack, Kuroo stayed silent since his head was throbbing a little and had a headache. He just needed some god damn peace once in a while and so, he stayed silent as he rubbed his temples in annoyance and glanced at the setting sun. As his eyes wandered around the place, he then noticed you sitting on a tree branch, trying to rescue a cat that got stuck up a tree. 'What the heck is that girl doing?' he was confused and yet, he began to watch you with fascination but grew alarmed when he realized the branch was about to break. He then quickly raced over to you to protect you from hitting the ground and asked you if you were all right. Then, he winked at you and said, ''Stay safe sweetheart, don't wanna go getting in trouble again now do we?'' and with that, he went on his way while his friends were just looking at him like deer caught in headlights. Some of them teased him about it and Kenma kept his cool since he was sensible not to do stupid shit like teasing the bossman
After some days, he slowly started to think of you and he grew obsessed with you. He ordered his men to find out more about you, what your interests were, relationships with people, which he hated since he was convinced that they were just trying to use and taint a sweet precious little thing like you, your dislikes, your favorite places to go and hang out and stuff like that. Heck, he'll even send Kenma and Lev to keep an eye on you for your safety which in modern terms is what we call 'Stalking'
He'll kidnap you after a few weeks or so after he's sure he knows everything about you but he'll be prepared to stock your favorite books, chocolates, warm fuzzy blankets, movies, stuffed animals and maybe even a pet like that cat you've rescued from the tree that day. He knows you'll be confused, scared and worried and hence, he'll take his time and be very sweet and kind and caring and patient with you to let you adjust to your new home
The other members of his gang will warm up to you and they'll be platonic yanderes for you, congratulations. Kenma is in charge of your security since Kuroo trusts him alot. No one dares to flirt with you and may the gods save them if someone does something stupid as that
If you try acting up or try escaping, he's just going to be hurt and heartbroken and so, instead of punishing you and locking you in a room and all that dark shit, he'll cuddle you instead and kiss you softly telling you how he should have paid more attention to you
He loves cuddle sessions with you and feels very relieved when you run and rake your fingers through his hair. He finds it very relaxing
Will never yell at you, or raise his hands at you or HECK, he won't even manipulate you emotionally or physically. He thinks you deserved to be treated like an angel and best believe it, he WILL treat you like one
Some idiot during a mafia meeting found out about you and tried touching you in an inappropriate manner and Kuroo had the most scariest and fiercest glare as he just broke that person's jaw and shot him in the head like, 5 times and then seethed in rage, ''No one touches what's mine!''. Later on when he saw how nervous you were about the whole thing, you guys snuggled with each other, Kuroo comforting you and eating cup noodles with some light jazz playing softly with some dim lights on
Loves you alot and he's gonna make you sit on his lap during meetings which will make you shy and you'll be even MORE flustered when he kisses your neck, cheek and leaves hickeys all over you or grabs you from behind. What? He's just trying to prove everyone that you're his.....
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I really like your writing, I just recently downloaded tumblr since I was looking for more yandere content and you’re one of the first authors I followed.
So for my ask can I get the scenario of the reader being a former fan of the yandere, like reader was borderline obsessed fan girl who always try to help the yandere by making his homework and projects but one day the yandere had enough of reader’s help and humiliated her in front of a crowd and destroyed her hardwork. The reader then moved away due to start anew. Whiel the reader is away the yandere at first was happy but he starts to miss reader more and more to the point that he would go to her old house to apologize and have her be his fan again, but his is shocked to find the reader has moved away. Maybe when yandere is now successful he finds reader again and expecting reader to be inlove with him again flirts with them only to find out that reader attended therapist sessions and is no longer interested in him and is quite embarrassed of their former self. How would the yanderes react to reader no longer being their number one fan?
Thanks for reading my ask, I hope it doesn’t bother you
I’m going to combine these two requests if that’s okay since they’re similar! I really like this idea, and you should never feel bad about long requests! Thank you also for following me, that means a lot to me! I feel very special to be one of the first!
Title: Humiliate
Pairings: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader
WARNINGS: Yandere themes, name calling, death threats (not from Kuroo)
Summary: After an act of cruelty, Kuroo’s number one fan has a change of heart.
Part 2: here
humiliate
/verb/
make (someone) feel ashamed and foolish by injuring their dignity and self-respect, especially publicly:
It’s not until the team is leaving that you manage to catch up to them, a white box clutched closely to the red number 1 jersey you’re wearing. Your eyes are shining brightly as you gush over the team’s captain.
“Kuroo! You were amazing! That last play was spectacular! I’m so glad you guys won, you deserve it!”
Kuroo’s heard it all a million times, not least of all from you. You managed to show up at every game, every event. He knew you mainly by your face, he’s not sure if he ever got your name. Your excitement and fangirlish behavior always managed to overwhelm him.
“It’s a little late, but…” you thrust the white box forward, into Kuroo’s chest. He fumbles it a little, shocked by the sudden assault. The top of the box is clear, showing a vanilla cake with frosting spelling out “Happy Birthday Kuroo!”
Now that’s just creepy. He’s never had a fan as diehard as you, and it makes him uncomfortable. He’s not even sure what to say.
A crowd has gathered by now, mainly of fans from inside the stadium, and it just serves to put more pressure on him as they whisper things about you and him. “Are they dating?” “Isn’t that weird?” “Isn’t that cute?” “Who does that?”
The other fangirls look on with jealousy and disgust, and he can’t help but feel even more overwhelmed by their presence as well. Everything was coming to a halt.
You remained smiling blissfully, unaware that Kuroo was getting sick of all your attention. You’d been at this for so long that this was the last straw to break the camel’s back.
You’ve always disturbed him with your intensity and obsessive behavior. You were practically everywhere he went and always trying to strike up a conversation, even when he clearly wasn’t interested. You’d tried to apply for the team manager position when it was open and then even the social media manager position. You were always decked out in merch and often seen carrying a Kuroo plush.
Kuroo let the cake fall from his hands. It seemed to move in slow motion until it hit the ground with a satisfying sound, causing a smile to tug at his lips. The crowd was silent, you were finally silent, frozen in shock and horror, trying to convince yourself it had been an accident.
“You’re a freak,” he spits out, “You’re always following us around and stalking us on social media and in person. It’s so creepy, you’re lucky you haven’t been arrested for harassment. Just leave me alone- everyone would be happier if you left and never came back.”
The first tear slipped from your eye and more followed quickly after. He watched as you crumbled into a mess of heartbroken sobs and desperate glances, as though you still thought he might comfort you in this moment of despair.
The group of fangirls began to laugh, their voices high-pitched and cruel. The team and several people in the crowd began to as well, and Kuroo couldn’t help but join him. This just seemed to break you more, as you blankly let a couple of sympathetic people in the crown pull you away.
You don’t stay to hear anything else. In a moment, you’re running away, so fast you’re nearly tripping over your own feet. Fleeing the scene Kuroo had created.
You wiped away more tears as you deactivated your last social media account. It was the best choice, after all those fans had sent you horrible messages and even doxxed you. You could barely stand to think about some of those messages.
“Kill yourself” “How pathetic” “Just die”...
You shuddered and turned off your phone. You’d have to change your number as well. At least no one had showed up at your house. What cowards… of course people were more content to sit behind a screen and say awful things instead of actually showing up in person to do anything.
Shrugging your shoulders a little, you turned back to the TV, where your new favorite show was playing. You had been to a therapist several times since the incident and your mood was improving greatly. She had suggested you put the energy you’d once put in Kuroo and his team into something new, like a hobby or something fictional.
This show was definitely more interesting to watch than volleyball, if you were being honest. And it felt safer to obsess over book characters than real people. At least they couldn’t hurt you like Kuroo did.
Kuroo, on the other hand, had begun to suffer from your disappearance. You no longer showed up to games, and he assumed you must be watching him from your TV. He couldn’t blame you for not showing up in person, but he swore he could hear your cheering voice missing from the crowd.
It was lonely, to be surrounded by thousands of people, but missing just one voice you wished to hear.
However, he didn’t realize that’s what he was missing until he asked the team what happened to their weekly treats. When one of his teammates said that you had sent them in every week, without fail, he felt like he’d been stabbed right through the heart. You did that for all of them? How didn’t he realize that?
He tried to keep it bottled up, tried not to be bothered by not seeing your face in the crowd anymore. But it was getting to him, even affecting his performance in every game.
He found himself searching for your social media, so he could apologize and let you know it was safe to come back to his games or whatever it was you needed to hear. He wasn’t sure what your name was, but managed to find a video of what he’d done to you and saw a user tagged in the text above. The name sounded right, so he clicked on it.
Deleted account.
Kuroo’s heart sunk in his chest. Somehow, he knew this was you. Searching your name in other social media apps gave him no results- apparently you’d deleted all of your accounts.
Swallowing back his guilt, he searched for something a little less innocent than your name. It was quick to find once he knew what he was looking for. One of his fans had, after all, doxxed you.
He headed out for your house immediately. He’d just talk to you, clear things up, and everything would be fine!
He pulled into your driveway and his heart leapt in his chest when he saw you bringing mail inside. He practically fell out of his car, calling your name to get you to stop and turn around.
You did just that, looking at him with an expression like you were seeing a ghost. All the color had drained from your face and your lips parted in fear.
“I’m sorry, (Y/n), I really am. I shouldn’t have said those things.”
Why didn’t you act happy to see him? Shouldn’t you be throwing yourself all over him with relief that he cared?
You had made your way to the door and were starting to fumble with your keys. You’d apparently just gotten home when you stopped to grab your mail. Lucky him.
“Please accept my apology! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please just come back to my games…” Kuroo felt like he was being slowly choked, tears stinging his eyes in desperation. He couldn’t understand why you weren’t acting like yourself.
“I accept your apology.” You responded, but before he could sigh in relief, you continued. “But just because I accept your apology doesn’t mean I’m going back. I’ve grown up, I’m over you and your team and just volleyball in general.”
Kuroo remained frozen in place. You were… over him? How could you change so much so quickly? Had he really hurt you that badly? It had only been a couple of months… how could you leave him? How dare you leave him?
As you went back to fumbling with your keys, Kuroo advanced on you like a lion on its prey. If you weren’t going to obsess over him, fine. Then the roles were switched.
He’d change your mind, no matter what it took.
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🍼 not yandere!( ) softly squeezing your slightly inflated cheeks forcing you to swallow his cum cuz he said if you spit it out he's gonna make your ass blue 🍼
tw: blowjob, slapping, use of curse word (bitch), non-con,
author’s note: i’m thinking yan!Kuroo or yan!Tendou, however you can choose a character you want; female reader
all characters are 18+
looking straight into your eyes neither allowing you to look away nor spit it out teaching you to be his good girl, his keeper
you've been such a bad girl lately. throwing tantrums everyday, refusing to eat and spoiling the food, calling him dirty names, begging him to let you go.
wellp, he fulfilled your wish and showed you the dirty.
it was so sudden. when you thought that he was about to try to comfort or hug you as usual, the man's tender smile was twisted by a cold, sadistic expression. the one that tells that he's had enough.
his strong arm grabbed your hair while the other, when you still hadn't fully realized what happened, twisted your arm to clutch them both together. he pushed you against the wall the left cheek snuggling up to it. his grip isn't merciful at all. definitely not the same as it was when he was (or tried) cuddling you in bed or when he tenderly squeezed your cheeks and lifted your chin to look up at him. the grip that was strong enough to hold a feral dog. only you didn't even had enough time to struggle as you felt the hard pressure against your wrists. he might as well break them
"I'm so fed up with your tantrums, bitch.Why do you have to be such a brat?When you can literally have everything you want in exchange for just staying with me".
you weren't crying before, but as soon as he pushed you against the wall, the tears fell down your cheeks immediately."Y'know, maybe I'm a pervert indeed." you had your hands tied behind your back and he roughly pushed you on your knees, your face almost touching the ground. you could hear the belt getting unfastened and the pants getting unzipped. he slid down his boxers, revealing his fully erect cock. he surprised himself at how fast he got excited about such thing. you were, as usual, the cause of his erection. even when you were at your worst, you still aroused him as fuck. your pink/black, teary face, your curls that got soaked in your excretion and stuck to your cheek, your shiny, puppy eyes that look up at him, your breasts that are visible to him from this angle.
and he still loves you, just this time the impulses went overboard.
"Since you're acting like a bad girl, I'm gonna show you how bad girls are treated." he moved your face closer to his manhood, his hand seizing your hair. since you have most likely got a bruise on your head from hitting the wall, you decided not to resist. slicky, warm tongue traveling around the tip, your lips tried to embrace the head of his dick, but it seems that he's impatient enough to shove it down your throat. you slightly bit his dick out of suddenness, to which he slapped your cheek. "Teeth," he strictly commented. your mouth was full. his dick felt so large in your mouth, you never imagined that you could take him in, even your vagina sometimes struggled to do so. tongue tracing around the cock in the soft, warm environment. you weren't exactly sure how to do it properly, so he overtook the control and took you by the hair. grip being looser but still firm, unwilling to hurt you, he slowly moved your head back and forth. making eye contact with each other.
gosh, if you're gonna continue to be this adorable, he won't ever take his dick out of your mouth. gradually he increased the speed. you've got more familiar with his cock in your mouth so you're actually started sucking it. between times, you were choking on it and a small grin appeared on his face. his teaching phase quickly escalated to a wild one. the tears appeared on your eyes again. your face was hitting his crotch or rather his hands would hit your face against his crotch. his phase became insanely fast. your tongue wasn't able to work anymore, your eyes rolled back. he noticed your oblivious state, and that's why he decided to come into your mouth. semen filling up your cheeks and sliding down your throat. some of it was still in your mouth, sticking to your tongue and teeth. it felt like vomiting.
"Now, don't you dare spit it out. Of course, if you don't want another punishment, It won't be as enjoyable and nutritious as this one though."
since you've been quite rebellious the last few days, you haven't eaten anything for four days. the substance that's in your mouth wasn't amongst the tasty ones, even for your hungry stomach. although there wasn't much, your cheeks were slightly inflated. he lifted your chin, making direct eye contact and softly squeezing your cheeks, forcing you to swallow. eyes in the eyes. you did it. and opened your mouth for a proof. just like his good girl, who's supposed to listen to him, to get taken care of by him, to be around him, to be his.
"If you continue your little rebel, I might feed you like this for breakfast, lunch, and dinner," he gave you a cheeky smile. "Now that you've taken well your punishment and been good for once, how about we order a takeout with [your fav food]?"
#yandere haikyuu#haikyuu yandere#yandere#hq yandere#yandere smut#yandere kuroo x reader#yandere kuroo tetsuro#yandere kuroo#yandere tendou#yandere bnha#yandere tendo#haikyuu smut#yandere x reader#yandere x y/n#yandere oneshot#yandere scenario#yandere bakugou#kuroo tetsuro x reader#kuroo tetsurou x reader#kuroo smut#kuroo tetsurou smut#tendo x reader#tendou satori x reader
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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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(S)TEXTING YOU
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(M)ONEY TALKS. I
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STARING up at the bright lights, flashing through waves of people touching, dancing, drinking; it's honestly become slightly annoying, seeing the pink, and purple flash on the backs of people who ever care to notice anything else happening around them.
She sat by the dimmer lights near the bar.. waiting for her date to show, he had last texted her 20 minutes beforehand saying he was getting ready with a little winky face.
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( 黒尾 鉄朗 )
𝙾𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚎 ;)
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Meanwhile, you can't believe you're about to get with a guy whose name you can't even read. Have you really become so desperate for some type of human interaction that you started going on a shady app?... Yes. After your last girlfriend broke it off with you, you've become a total whore.
Looking around at the familiar club, this is where you both met; the dancers, lights, music blasting, and drunks at the bar. It all seems the same as that night— you thought you two would be together forever; just like any other person who gets into a relationship that'll only last a few months at best. Everyone seems to believe they found the one until that one leaves you or you leave it. It's inevitable.
You can still remember how her hair looked, beautiful 4c, dyed a light blue which seemed to be faded at the time, her dark brown skin mixed with her slim figure just matched her perfectly. Her semi-pump lips smashed against yours. And those brown eyes just topped it all off, they seemed to glow in the light of the club when they didn't from the normal sun; people often made fun of her looks.
Whether it being how "stick-like" she was from the modern world's unachievable standers for women to be thick and round; her speech, or her dark color. Her eyes though never once cried a tear from those hurtful words said by the bloodthirsty beasts. Instead, she kept standing tall for those just like her, no matter how many times she was at her lowest of low and wanted to give up.
I envy that.
Being chased around by men or women, called a slut or whore for what I wore. She never cared what they called her for what she would wear. No matter if it was damp rags or a slightly see-through nightgown, a short dress nor a long one down to her heels making her taller than she already was. Intimidating men as she walked.
She was everything I wished to be. Confident, wise, smart, and kind but serious.
I.. envy her.
Sighing out, the women's shoulders slump, clearly no longer in the mood for just about anything, tempted to even say fuck it and ditch the man to go home. Binge stupid shows and sleep for work. Thinking of her past lover, she can't understand why they fell apart.
Feeling almost like a stare at your back you turn and see a rather tall man. He had jet black hair that seemed to light up in a ray of colors, darkish brown-hazel eyes looking you up and down, seeing as the kind of man he was over text. It was obvious what kind of dresses he liked; short and sweet with a hint of a sexy side.
You can tell by the shine of his tongue lightly poking out as he licked his lips, eyeing you up and down once again like the full-course meal you are. Although his fatal attempts were as expected to try and make you feel hotter than the club, it didn't work too much as of the state you're in with your mind.
"Took you long enough." side-eyeing the man, she takes a sip of her drink. His chuckles are almost background noise to her ears as the rest of the world. "Well, what can I say?.. I wanted to look good for ya" humming to his words as she feels him sit down next to her on the little stool, hearing it slightly crunch down from his weight; he signs the bartender to come over as he's ready to order.
"One martini, please— that is unless.. the pretty lady here would like one?" looking at her glass half full or rather.. half empty; lifting it up she chugged it down in one last gulp. "You'd like to buy me a drink huh? Thanks but I'm good." hearing the clink of her glass being set down along with the woman asking for a refill he smirks; not long after he gets his drink as well.
Sipping on his drink it was clear as day she wasn't in any mood for sex, leading his mind to wander just what happened that put her panties in such a knot; although her mood wouldn't ruin his so either it was her, he was taking or someone else by the end of tonight.
"Look.." gaining the attention of the woman right next to him; she listens but doesn't look his way, "I understand you're upset over whatever, but I came here to have a good night. If you can't give me that.. well, someone else can."
A small airy laugh of disbelief came from her mouth as she looks to her right side, the corner of her eye once again seeing people dancing. "Does that normally work for you?" giving off a sarcastic but questionable response, she turns back to the man; full facing as she slowly brings her thigh up to cover the other, making a somewhat crisscrossed look— no.. a teasing look, she knew what she was doing. But most importantly He knew what she was doing. And damn... was it working.
Humming with his head turned facing her as well, "Depends.. does doing that cute pose normally work for you?" having a slight snarky response roll off his tongue. Although he didn't mean for it to come off in a sarcastic way; can't do anything now. She does nothing but laughs slightly, a somewhat mixture of fake and real; it's hard to tell if she truly found him funny, nevertheless, it didn't matter.
"Fine.. let's get out of here" setting her glass— once full now empty, drink down on the counter and standing up on her platform black heels that seemed to shine in just the right ways from the lights beaming all over; her black dress having an opening on the back which it slightly crosses over. Looking back at the man she smirks with a wink "Shall we pretty boy?"
Her face showing a devilish side yet glowing so brightly like an angel ready to commit another sin. To him she looked as nothing he hasn't seen before from other women, but.. something about the way she did it. Left him stunned for a moment too long; as she seemed to have already started walking away.
Not waiting for a minute longer he drank the rest of his drink setting it down in a hasty movement— only to realize she left more money on the table for his drink. A smirk fell onto his face leaving him to question; he chased after her as many probably did before- just how did she get that pasted by him?
Strutting past the many dancing drunks, she sways her hips— knowing full well he was in a hurry to catch up to her. Just like any sex-thirsty man would, an old classic song came on.
'𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸, 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸 𝓫𝓪𝓫𝔂?'
'𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓪 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓷𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓵𝓾𝓫, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓪𝔂, 𝓼𝓪𝔂?'~
Snapping her fingers, she hums to the song. Lady Gaga, a one-of-a-kind woman who inspires many and spoke out for many more; anyone who didn't like lady gaga was a red flag in her book personally. Stepping to the side as the clicks of her shoes tapped on the floor; she side-stepped a couple making out while making a complete 360 spin and sliding her hand along the man's back as she walked.
Meanwhile, the girl pressed up against the wall having her tongue down the man's throat seemed to not notice him taking a side glance as you walked for a quick peek. Then back to what he was doing but more aggressively. All the while the black-haired man watched it all.
Her effect on people was nothing as he has seen before, the way she slid so perfectly to the beat of the song and then touched that random stranger— he was.. fascinated! If you could even explain his feelings, it'd be just that. Fascinated; addicted. Hell even intrigued...!
He wanted nothing more but to get his hands on her then and there, but he's got to wait until the hotel no matter how much that might physically pain him.
The music was nothing but humming to his ears as he watched her from the bit of distance they had; closer to the door with the bright exit sign on it through the back she stood waiting for him to catch up. "Finally done running laps?" a smile on her lips raised as she spoke with such a sweet tone.
Sighing out he replied, "I don't think I ever will be with you." moving to open the back door; her eyebrow moved up in a questioning face "You say that as if this isn't going to be a one-time thing" the man seemingly in deep thought just hummed back to let her know he heard her crushing words. Leaving the door wide open he smiles "Lady's first" with an arm reaching out for her to take.
She stood still for a moment; observing his actions, sure he's flirty but was he like this before when they first met? Why does it feel like his whole attitude slightly changed?
While in thought herself, she just huffed with a small 'just this once' reply as she took his arm and wrapped it around with hers. As they walked out of the hot club together leading her to his parked car, meanwhile the people in the alleyway were just about the same as the ones inside; drunk, angry or making out. Although it's nothing too new around clubs— people were bound to get kicked out or not let in for whatever reason.
Walking past a blacked-out woman sleeping on the floor, you slightly felt bad thus causing you to stop and stare without realizing— "Think someone left her?" snapping out of it you look at the taller male, as he wore a similar expression of worry, you mumbled a "maybe" as you let go of his arm to flag down a bodyguard back at the door. At the same time, he argued with a man not being allowed in.
You didn't even notice the guy at first, maybe you were too in thought about the man as he seemed to stay behind to help the women. Clearing your throat, you overhear the two men; one being calm the other yelling, "WHY THE FUCK CAN'T I GO IN?! I PAID!" the guard rubbing his eyes with a scold; clearly getting a headache on "I already told you.. you were being too aggressive to many of our other guests-" "Who the fuck said I was!"
Having heard enough from this conversation you cut the man off and talk to the bodyguard "Excuse me, there's a woman behind from trash passed out down the alleyway a bit. I was wondering if you could help her?" the man in a black shirt and jeans smiled at you "Of course, I can, thank you for reporting this to me ma'am" humming out as he asked if you'd show him where she was, you nodded your head.
Meanwhile, the once man-child throwing a tantrum just ran along while yelling how he'd never come back again. Stepping quickly the guard going by 'K' on his nametag followed while talking about the situation within his small earpiece to the other guards.
Pressing his fingers up to the women's neck, "She's fine just passed out... we'll try to get her up and sober enough to hopefully tell us where she lives for a cab." Turning to the two as they stood behind him "Thanks for notifying me, who knows what could've happened if she stayed alone like this." nodding your head with a 'have a goodnight' the two of you were back on track.
The booming music slowly faded as you came across a red sports car just a bit down the sidewalk, he unlocked the doors letting you both in. With a long sigh, he laughed a tad bit "Well that was interesting..."
Watching out the side window; her gaze falling back onto the club, "Agreed. Now let's get this over with." looking over at the man in the driver's seat to only see him staring at her back.
"Yeah, let's."
his reply short but sweet.
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SPECKLED IN RED ♡ KUROO TETSURO
yandere!kuroo tetsuro x fem!reader
ingredients? from eyes far away, it'd seem like kuroo's the best boyfriend in the world, eyes always trained on you and oh so loving. only, people who were a bit too close to you knew that maybe, he was a bit too loving.
what's it? ... kind of fluffy. look! hear me out in the parlor's note!
allergen warning/s? fem!reader, established relationship, reader is a lil toxic, very short nsfw bit, obsessive behavior, one (1) mention of a person (not kuroo) being too touchy with reader, implied stalking, light violence & blood
sugar level? 2.2k
regulars? @hanayanetwork
parlor's note? alright so this is really more of a lowkey dark content writing ig? it's not in your face bad! bad! bad! a lot of kuroo's (and honestly reader's as well) toxicity is implied, sugarcoated, if you will. kuroo's very nice questionable towards reader and this whole scene is just them, so it really is fluffy at first glance but uh if you want to be in a relationship like this.. no u don’t :D
i planned for this to be a lot more.. violent, but after i tippity typed the last paragraph, i thought that it’s too good(?) to not be the closing statement so yeah! maybe i’ll make a sequel that delves into kuroo’s.. habits, for lack of better term, but for now, you get what you get & you don’t throw a fit this is what i got.
my entry for @sugusshi and @rxmera's blood point road collab! congratulations on the follower milestone <33 hope you all enjoy reading! the masterlist is here.
likes, comments, and reblogs appreciated!
bon appetit!
kuroo, briefcase in right hand and freshly dressed for work, in a black suit with a red tie in his left hand beamed at you as he went downstairs and into the kitchen where you were putting the finishing touches for his bento.
you didn't notice him at first, too busy with his lunch for that day. your tongue was poking out of the corner of your mouth, eyes furrowed in utmost focus as you adjusted the whiskers of the cat tuna onigiri you made him, making sure they were positioned just right. everything else was perfect, the side of mashed potato dyed blue where fish shaped carrot bites sat, the steamed and buttered broccoli, as well as the heart-shaped bite-sized peanut polvoron you made him for dessert. the only thing you had to perfect now was these onigiris.
to kuroo, it didn't even matter. you being with him was blessing enough and he made sure you knew that every single day, working an extra shift every single time someone touched you the wrong way too. and besides, if the whiskers were to be a tad lopsided, would he really care? when his heart was fluttering like crazy just from staring at you? because to him, you looked so damn adorable. the best girl he has and ever will have. he's well aware of that.
but even so, he didn't interrupt you. sure, he wouldn't mind if they weren't perfect, but honestly, he wanted to gaze upon your frame more, your face when concentrating, or maybe just your face in general. he was absolutely obsessed with everything and anything that is you. that was one of the things you liked about him when you started to date, the way he's so devoted and passionate.
he only called out to you when a grin struck on your face, back straightening with pride and hands on your hips. a small "finally!" off of your lips, the same ones he said he owned every time he bit at it to the point it bled. not that you cared. if you did, you'd stop him. "kitten!"
you jumped a bit, not realizing you had an audience.
how long has he been standing there?
he had a lovestruck smile on his face as he basically ran into you and almost tackling your body to the ground if not for his arms reaching out and pulling you into his warmth and not the cold tiled kitchen floor. "my kitten," he purred, rubbing his cheek against the top of your head affectionately. "you're my kitten," you smiled to yourself and laughed lightly, "'m your kitten, tetsu. as long as you want me to be."
he pulled away a bit so his face was not buried on the top of your head anymore - you were still within his arms, where you belonged - and shot you a wicked smirk, one that could bring anyone - you included - to their knees. "i mean, it's not like you have a choice in that, kitten."
you simply shrugged as a response. "even if i had a choice, i'd still choose you."
though you know it shouldn't be. it's not wise for you to always choose kuroo, the boy who's been so head-over-heels for you since you were first years in high school, often helping you with your homework - which you did not know how he knew you had that homework since you weren't in the same class and didn't have mutual friends either, but when he's sliding his notebook over to you during lunch break at the cafeteria with all the right answers, it's hard to question the boy - and volunteering to do your laboratory project with you during after school hours, much to the dismay of his lab partner, even taking on the title of captain of nekoma's volleyball team when you became third years just to impress you. but as time went on, him going to the same university as you - he found out where you were going through your friends - and relentlessly picking you up from your dorm - wait, how did he found out what your dorm number is? - to walk you to the campus, then walking you to and fro through each of your classes - how did he know your schedule? - you finally talked to him about things other than schoolwork. soon after, he asked you out and after persuading you that his undying fidelity to you should be enough reason for you to say yes, that's exactly what you did. not long after, you realized that he's your tetsu and you're his kitten and it's impossible to change that.
when you guys hit the one year milestone, he was adamant that he meet your parents already, stating that he was so in love with you that you were as good as married at that point. eventually, after months upon months of him trying to convince you, you gave in.
to no one's surprise, your parents loved him. he was tall and smart and loving. everyone could see how much this man was entranced by your mere presence just by looking at his eyes whenever they landed on you. when your parents messaged you that night, they said they were elated you found a man who was actually in love with you and not just trying to get into your pants like most college boys. they said they knew that kuroo would be able to provide for you and to never let this man go cause rarely is a person in love with their significant other the way kuroo loves you. kuroo's once in a blue moon.
well, it's not like kuroo would actually let you let him go, but that's besides the point.
the point was that you love him and he loves you to death.
he grinned at your words and rubbed the tip of his nose with yours in an affectionate gesture. "love ya'" you smiled and got on your tippy toes to be able to kiss him, apply just enough pressure for your lips to graze his, but leave him wanting more. "love you too tetsu. you know i do,"
then he set his briefcase which had fallen to the floor when he had hugged you to an upright position and picked up the red tie and handed it over to you, flashing you a sheepish grin as you put the lid on his now-perfect bento. "can you please put this on me, kitten?"
you can't help but deadpan at him, even when he looked so adorable like that because this man has never learned how to tie a tie in his life. you would love to act and pretend like he only did this because he enjoyed you doing it for him, but that wasn't the case.
back when you guys weren't together, you noticed he didn't wear a tie, ever. not even those clip-on ones. at first you thought it was a fashion statement, after all, it would be one that looks devilishly good on your boyfriend, however, after one saturday night when you were cleaning him up from a fight he has gotten into - he told you he usually wasn't a violent person, but this guy was talking about you in vile ways - he confessed that it wasn't. instead, it was because he didn't know anything about ties and he's too lazy to learn about them. and ever since you two got together, you've been tying all his ties for him. "really?"
this man standing at six feet and who knows how many inches whined at you. a high pitched one that's drawn out as he stomps his feet. "but you do it so much better!"
at his words, you raise an eyebrow. "i do it so much better or you can't do it at all?"
he looks away with a pout and his arms crossed and you confess staring at him until he gives in, which is soon because he still has to go to work and it has been very demanding lately as volleyball season starts up once again. he can't risk getting late or being absent right now. there's a mountain of workload waiting for him and he knows he can't take the stress out on the next person who crosses him, although he's not confident that he can do it, he wants to try to be better because you had asked him of it and he's hopeless when it comes to you.
"i can't do it." it's a tiny muffle, but you hear it. that doesn't stop you from teasing him though. "what's that? i couldn't hear you." he deserved it. the ways where came back to your shared house with his suit speckled in red was becoming more and more often and the splatters of red that was most definitely not ketchup became bigger and bigger. if that wasn't enough, his excuse was always the same, "i don't like the way they talk about you."
but you'd be lying if you said your boyfriend defending your honor like that didn't get you going. though you knew it was wrong, it didn't stop you from having him below you and grinding your hips on his, "so good for me, tetsu. defending me like that."
"i said i can't tie if myself, kitten! loud enough for you?" he huffs out making you laugh and shake your head at him. he's hopeless.
you figured that if you didn't give him some sort of reward, he'd be cranky all day long so you leaned forward and kissed him on the chest before grabbing the blood red silk cloth from his hand and tying it with ease, having done this for more than a hundred times now. you lightly brushed off his suit and hummed in satisfaction. "there we go, all done!" as routine, you peaked up at him, ready for him to plant a kiss on your lips, but it never happened.
the poor boy's still on pout mode.
you shrugged at it and turned away, knowing exactly how to deal with it after being with him for so many years. "alrighty then," instead of paying attention to him, you began to pack up his bento box in his black lunch bag. you were halfway through zipping it up when you heard him sigh loudly and the next thing you knew, the familiar feeling attacked your senses. his calloused hands were on your cheeks and his lips were on yours, tongue sliding against your bottom lip and asking for access with you denied. he didn't take too kindly to that so he decided to grab a handful of your hair and tug at it which led to a moan coming out of your mouth, and his tongue slipping in it.
he kissed you until you were breathless and pushing him away. "you still have work, tetsu," you nudged your head to the direction of the door.
"don't i get an i love you?" he said, briefcase in one hand and lunch box in the other as he walked towards the door now. he only looked at you with his head over his shoulders.
"i love you tetsu,"
"i love you too, kitten!"
"be safe out there, please!" your voice was pleading and your heart rate picked up when he only winked at you.
but god you wanted him to listen to you, even if it's just this one instance because you don't know what you'd do if you lost him. if he got caught doing the things he did
you knew the truth, from one of his coworkers. the truth being these people.. these men he followed down dark alleyways to wreak havoc to them with his bare fists, they didn't do anything bad to you, nor did they speak of you badly. in fact, they greeted him when they winded up in his office, telling him he had a wonderful partner and complimenting you in the process when they see the picture of you on your boyfriend's desk. they never noticed how kuroo's fist would automatically clench when they mentioned you because you were his, and only his. who were these people to talk about you as if they owned you? as if they were worthy of even acknowledging your presence.
because landing in kuroo tetsuro's office is a death trap, and as you wash his blood-stained suit, you can't help but pray for the next poor soul who sets foot in there.
#order of the day!#order up for kuroo!#one matcha mochi#with a side of coconut italian ice#bloodpointroadcollab#yandere!kuroo#kuroo x reader#kuroo one shot#kuroo one shots#kuroo x you#kuroo tetsuro#kuroo#kuroo tetsuro x reader#kuroo tetsuro x you#kuroo tetsuro one shot#kuroo tetsuro one shots#kuroo tetsurou#kuroo tetsurou x reader#kuroo tetsurou x you#kuroo tetsurou one shot#kuroo tetsurou one shots#tahonet#hanayanetwork
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Yandere Team-ups: Koshi Sugawara & Tetsuro Kuroo
Cheeky bastards
Both have an easier time getting close to their darling even more so because they can vouch for each more making them seem even more trustworthy.
Both can more or less control any situation they want. (People around their darling for example.)
Both can talk themselves out of any trouble.
Although on the outside they seem to be one of the best pairs to work together the truth is they are actually on very thin ice with each other. (Meaning that if one slips up the other will throw them under the bus given the chance.)
Both aren't afraid to make accidents happen or even make people disappear.
With this pair their plans are pretty foolproof.
Alone they are fairly dangerous yandere both with them working together.... their darling can either have a wonderful time or a hell of a time.
#yandere#yandere team ups#yandere haikyu#haikyuu#haikyu#yandere sugawara#yandere suga#koshi sugawara#Kuroo#Kuroo Tetsurou#tetsuya kuroko#yandere tetsuro kuroo
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─── a compilation of short drabbles from your faves
ᝰ.ᐟ bakugo fucking his chubby s/o in a cheerleader outfit
ᝰ.ᐟ various eating their chubby s/o's fat pussy
ᝰ.ᐟ geto's remedy for the bitterness
ᝰ.ᐟ various taking pleasure in bullying their chubby s/o
ᝰ.ᐟ megumi's oversized shirts purpose
ᝰ.ᐟ various bullies fucking their chubby s/o like they hate them
ᝰ.ᐟ kuroo tetsurou: a gentleman and a pervert
ᝰ.ᐟ to love is a curse and gojo would gladly be cursed as long he's with you
ᝰ.ᐟ various and their love for tying their chubby s/o
ᝰ.ᐟ itadori shamelessly jerking to todo's girlfriend's pictures
ᝰ.ᐟ gojo fucking his chubby s/o senseless
ᝰ.ᐟ itoshi rin gaslighting his chubby s/o
ᝰ.ᐟ yandere creeps stalking their chubby s/o
ᝰ.ᐟ osamu's baby fever
ᝰ.ᐟ various being edged by their chubby s/o
ᝰ.ᐟ itadori sharing his chubby girlfriend to fushiguro
ᝰ.ᐟ older men and their slut of a chubby darling taking their cock like a champ
ᝰ.ᐟ nanami's chubby s/o riding him
ᝰ.ᐟ takuma ino's unrequited love
ᝰ.ᐟ fucking dilf tsukishima
ᝰ.ᐟ nanami punishing his chubby darling for escaping
ᝰ.ᐟ wolf! issei stuffing his chubby bunny full of his cum
ᝰ.ᐟ nanami reuniting with his chubby s/o in his dream
ᝰ.ᐟ toji and his chubby wife and his menace of a son
ᝰ.ᐟ toji hearing his chubby wife sing for their sick baby
ᝰ.ᐟ kuroo's breeding kink
ᝰ.ᐟ satoru and his unhealthy obsession to his chubby s/o's cheeks
ᝰ.ᐟ satoru celebrating his birthday with his chubby s/o
#ᝰ.ᐟ shai's drabbles#chubby reader#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x chubby reader#plus size reader#blue lock x reader#blue lock#haikyuu x reader#kuroo tetsuro x reader#kuroo tetsurou#shibari#geto x reader#yandere x chubby reader#yandere x reader#gojo x reader#toji x reader#toji fushiguro#blue lock x chubby reader
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yandere!friend x reader
warning ଘ( ˃ ⤙ ˂)━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟnot proofread, gn!reader x m!yandere, stalking, general dark content warning, noncon, somnophilia
rbs appreciated x
he's not stalking you. that's what he tells himself at least. there isn't anything wrong with just making sure that you're safe. that's what friends do! and he's your best friend! he's made sure of that. he's the shoulder to cry on, the person you call to ask him to stay over when you notice things being different around your apartment. missing clothes, your bedroom window unlocked. though he frowns inwardly when you express your fear. it's not wrong to take a dirty pair of your underwear out of your laundry basket. just think of it as a little bit of repayment for everything he's done for you! but he supposes that he should thank you for this, for finally letting him into your home. it's been annoying having to sneak around like this. hey, he's got an idea! why doesn't he stay for a while? sure, he could only stay for tonight but... do you really think that being here for one night would scare that creep off? how long is a while? ...well, you two can figure that out later.
but the longer he stays he just gets bolder, and grosser. of course he cooked dinner while you were gone. isn't he sweet? just let him take your plates when you're finished, preferably not noticing him licking your silverware while he's at the kitchen sink. but can you blame him? you've just made things so easy for him. so don't be surprised when he comes into your room at night while you sleep, creeping over your body as silently as he can. his hand shaking as he slides it onto your body, running over the curves of your hips. he slowly gets into bed with you, praying that you don't wake up from feeling the dip in the mattress. (or maybe you should. it could be more fun that way). just continue dreaming as he holds your warm body close to him. it's not long before he's no longer able to hold himself back, starting to grind himself into your backside. his hands gripping uncomfortably into your waist. he still doesn't stop when he hears your whimpers, quietly whispering his name. he just covers your mouth with his hand. "shh. just, hnn, don't worry. go back to sleep, ok?"
⤷ kaeya, draken (ken ryuguji), alex the farmhand, giorno giovanna, kuroo tetsurou, magni dezmond, gojo satoru, childe, matsukawa issei, joseph joestar, your fave
#yandere x reader#male yandere#yandere genshin impact#yandere jjba#yandere jjk#degrees of lewdity#holostars en x reader#yandere tokyo revengers#yandere haikyuu
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HAIKYUU! CHARACTER x READER MASTERLIST
〔💖〕 AKAASHI KEIJI
〔💖〕 HIRUGAMI SACHIROU
〔💖〕 KUROO TETSUROU
〔💖〕 K : KAGEYAMA, KENMA, KITA
〔💖〕 MIYA TWINS
〔💖〕 OIKAWA TOORU
〔💖〕 S - T : SUGAWARA, TSUKISHIMA
〔💖〕 +++
Protective Iwaizumi ✦ Late night drive date with Daichi ✦ Morning train rides with Aone
〔💖〕 COLLECTIVE
Just a dream - various
Sending them a dirty text in public - various characters!
Walking on you changing - various characters!
The Firsts with them - general headcanons!
Ride home (suggestive) - kuroo, oikawa, atsumu, osamu, kenma, tendou, iwaizumi, suna, konoha
Sharing a ride with them - various characters!
When you broke up w/ them - various characters!
Pocky Challenge - atsumu, osamu, kuroo, hirugami, kita, akaashi, kageyama, tsukishima
Romance - general headcanons!
Who would most likely - general headcanons!
Imageries to simp for - akaashi, atsumu, hirugami, kageyama, kenma, kita, kuroo, oikawa, osamu, sugawara, tsukishima
Choose your Yandere 1 ✧ 2 ✧ 3 💮
Yandere: With s/o who doesn’t like anyone but them - Hinata, Yamaguchi, Asahi
🏛 — MUSEUM NAVIGATION
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Wither and Bleed
sorry for the wait y'all <33
Daishou Suguru x female reader, Kuroo Tetsurou x female reader
w.c 4.6k
tw: dubcon, yandere themes, kidnapping, nsfw, stockholm syndrome, mentions of blood, alcoholism, mild smut
Daishou eyes the bottom of his glass dispassionately, watching the amber dregs of whiskey roll as he slowly tilts it – pointedly ignoring the sound of footsteps approaching, the low, mocking whistle that follows.
“I’d say it’s good to see you, Daishou, but I gotta be honest, this place is a dump and you look like shit.”
There’s a flush high on his cheekbones, his eyes are glazed, bloodshot. Despite the heaviness in his head, the liquor fuelled haze and exhaustion that makes pulling a coherent train of thought… somewhat difficult, he’s not so far gone that he can’t recognise the grating voice and accompanying laugh.
One more. One more, and maybe then he’ll stumble off home to continue drinking in peace. That, or he’ll pass out the second he hits the couch. At this point, he’s not picky.
“Another,” he rasps at the bartender, whose only response, aside from the surly look he sends Daishou’s way, is to unscrew the cap of the bottle of cheap whiskey and tilt it back over his glass. Glaring, all the while.
Once upon a time, Daishou might’ve said something to that. Made some snarky remark, goaded him ‘til he got a rise – or got his ass thrown out.
(You’d chide him for it, too, in that exasperated tone of yours. He’d be tempted to think you were serious, but you’d sigh, call him hopeless and your hand would snake in his on the walk home anyway.)
Disdainful sneers, the staring, the whispers and pointing, baldie behind the bar wouldn’t be the first stranger to recognise him. Daishou can’t even blame the guy, really. A woman goes missing, all eyes turn to the husband. The boyfriend. The ex. He might be a piece of work, depending on who you asked –an asshole, arrogant, a conniving son of a bitch – but hell would freeze over before he’d ever lay a hand on his girl. On any girl.
So, yeah, he gets why the guy’s staring at him like he’s the scum of the earth. Doesn’t make it any less of a bitter pill to swallow.
“You planning on ignoring me, then?”
“Trying to,” he mutters, accepting the drink with a short dip of his chin. The whiskey burns on the way down, warming his chest through. Bottom shelf liquor’s too cheap to enjoy for much else. Daishou closes his eyes, “Leave me alone.”
And that stupid, suit-wearing, smug asshole laughs, and pulls out the seat next to him.
Fucking terrific.
Kuroo tuts, motioning at the bartender for a drink of his own, “Aw, c’mon. That’s no way to greet an old friend, is it?” He waits a beat for the reaction that doesn’t come, the mirth in his eyes fading somewhat, then sighs. In a more sober voice, he says, “I heard Yotsuya Motors dropped you. I’m sorry, man.”
The muscle in his jaw tightens, his knuckles turning white. Dropped was a good way of putting it. Closer to the truth than the bullshit story they’d peddled online and to the fans, the one wherein Daishou and the Yotsuya Motor Spirits had amicably reached the decision to part ways before the beginning of the new season.
‘This isn’t a position any of us want to be in, Suguru. You’re a good player, you’ve done well this past season, but you have to consider how this looks for both the team and the V League as a whole. We’re not saying you’ve done anything wrong – of course not – only that the public perception holds weight these days.’
And so it went. He’d sat there, numb, and listened for fifteen minutes while the head coach and upper management explained that him ‘voluntarily’ stepping down was in his best interest. Pretending, all the while, that they were on his side. That they for one second actually believed in his innocence.
The cowards couldn’t even look him in the eye.
None of which makes enduring his old rival’s fake fucking sympathy any easier.
“For what it’s worth,” Kuroo continues, “while you’ve always been a cheating rat bastard, you don’t strike me as the girlfriend murdering kind–”
One minute, his drink is in his hand, the next, he’s hurled it against the wall behind Kuroo’s head, the glass shattering on impact, cheap whiskey sliding down the paint, and Daishou’s on his feet, chest heaving, muscles taut. Hands shaking as they flex and curl around nothing.
For once, Kuroo’s stunned into absolute silence.
The whole bar stills, a deathly quiet falling over the room. The other patrons gawk at him, wide eyed and horrified – a violent unravelling they’re eager to glut themselves on – no noise but the forgotten hum of 80’s rock drifting through the speakers.
No one breathes.
No one moves.
Daishou, shaking, trembling in the cold wake of his own dissipating rage, shudders out a strangled breath. “She’s not–” the words stick in his throat; tight, painful. He forces them out through gritted teeth, “She’s not dead.”
Kuroo, staring back at him with some inscrutable expression, says nothing. Does nothing, aside from slowly lowering his drink – still untouched – down to the bar, as though Daishou hadn’t just pitched a glass tumbler right past his head. At his head, technically.
“Out,” the bartender snaps after a tense beat, jabbing one thick finger towards the door. “Get the fuck out!”
Daishou can barely hear him over the ringing in his ears.
“She’s not dead,” he repeats, his voice hoarse.
Through all of this, it’s the one thought he won’t entertain. No matter how many times he’s hauled back into the police station, or someone recognises him from the news and the dirty looks and whispers start. No matter how much hatred and vitriol and accusations are thrown his way, that thought alone is constant.
You can’t be dead.
“Out!”
Daishou doesn’t need to be told a third time. He spares the raven haired bastard one last look on his way out, sneering, and lets the door sweep shut behind him.
The place was a shithole anyway.
And he can pretend, for a minute or two, that the churning, sick feeling eating away at his insides is the liquor, that the sheen in his eyes is purely due to the icy bite of the wind as he stumbles off in the direction of home.
Too much alcohol flooding his veins, too screwed up to register the prickling on the nape of his neck, or the footsteps that follow after him, down the narrow laneway – a shortcut he’s taken a thousand times.
When the blow comes, striking hard and fast at the back of his head, Daishou drops like a stone.
—
When Daishou was seven years old, he fell out of the tree in his backyard and broke his arm. He also managed to knock himself out – for all of about five seconds.
Long enough to scare the hell out of his parents, anyway. When he woke up, bleary and dazed, his parents hovering over him, Daishou didn’t feel any pain, not immediately. That’d come later, trying not to blubber and wail in the back seat of his dad’s car on the way to the E.R. At first, though, it was just… sort of like being shaken from a deep, deep sleep. Disorientating, more than anything else.
This isn’t like that at all.
Coming to, all Daishou can focus on is the pain in the back of his skull. His eyes are too heavy to lift, his limbs sluggish and sore. From a dry, cotton mouth, a low groan escapes him.
At first, he assumes he’s at home – lying sprawled on the bathroom floor, having hurled up his guts through the night. Wouldn’t be the first time, and considering his sorry state, he’d hazard a guess that it wouldn’t be the last, either.
“Suguru.”
Warmth. A loosening in his chest. Despite the discomfort, the sound of your voice never fails to soothe. In the weeks that you’ve been missing, Daishou’s dreamed of waking up beside you. Of rolling over and cracking an eye open to find you right there, fast asleep and curled up beside him, where you’ve always been.
Where you’ve always belonged.
You stir when his fingertips trace along your jaw, smile in that sleepy way of yours, catching his hand, keeping him there. And even in his dream, when there’s no reason for his chest to tighten, a lump to settle in his throat at the sight of you, it does.
“Suguru, listen to me!” your voice pleads.
There are other dreams, ones where you’re lying on the living room floor surrounded by a pool of blood. There’s a kitchen knife sticking out of your chest, and he’s the one holding it.
Daishou prefers the ones where you’re alive. Safe. Home with him.
“You have to wake up.”
Why? He wakes up and you disappear again. Cheek pressed to the cold bathroom tiles, sick to his stomach and head throbbing.
And you still won’t be there.
“Please.” Your voice sounds… different. Not soft and loving, not the sleep tinged murmur he usually hears. “Please, Suguru, you’ve gotta wake up! Open your eyes for me.”
Daishou doesn’t want to. Pounding head or not, he’d stay in the dark with you – your voice, strained as it is – as long as his subconscious would allow. But that’s not a choice he gets to make, leaden lids slowly prying open, squinting under the influx of light.
The first day or two after you disappeared, Daishou convinced himself that despite all the evidence to the contrary, you weren’t gone gone. An accident, a miscommunication, dead phone, fuck, a fight he didn’t remember picking; he clung to any excuse, any explanation that left room for you walking through the door, sheepishly abashed over all the fuss caused.
He would’ve forgiven you – for anything.
The days passed, the cops came by, dragged him in for questioning, and Daishou started to realise that you weren’t staying with your parents, or a friend. You weren’t pissed at him for something stupid he did or said. You weren’t coming home on your own.
Which left the alternative.
People who disappear like you did; out of the blue, no warning, no trace – they don’t come back unscathed.
If they come back.
Daishou’s had weeks now to sit with that – while he drowns himself in bottom shelf whiskey and cheap beer, wallowing in his own fucking misery, you’re going through an unimaginable hell.
Blinking against the brightness, the room slowly comes into focus, his eyes adjusting, and Daishou’s heart leaps into his throat. He forgets the pain. Forgets that he’s spent weeks – months, now – thinking over every awful eventuality and drinking himself stupid in the process. All he sees is you; sitting up in bed, hair tousled, wearing an old, faded tee two sizes too big, looking the way you do in the dreams he has where you never disappeared.
“Suguru,” you gasp, the noise choked, halfway to a sob, your wobbling smile mired by the sheen of tears brimming behind your lashes.
But Daishou doesn’t see that. Doesn’t register it, not as he scrambles forward, his desperation to touch you, feel you, make sure you’re here and you’re real overriding every other sense–
Only for the cold, metal handcuffs hooked from his wrist to the broken radiator to pull taut, jerking him to a stop.
“… The fuck?” he mutters, eyebrows pinching together in confusion. Experimentally, he tugs on it again.
It doesn’t budge.
Daishou swallows, mouth dry, blood running cold, and as this new, unsettling reality takes root, slowly drags his gaze from his cuffed hand back to the bed. To you, watching him with a devastation that has his heart clenching.
Wrong, wrong, wrong, his subconscious sings, the warning bells tolling, and for the first time since he opened his eyes in this unfamiliar room, Daishou sees you.
The mottled marks of red and purple, fading yellow littered across your exposed collarbone, trailing along your neck. The shadows under bloodshot eyes, the pallor of your skin.
And Daishou remembers.
“I’m sorry,” you tell him through tears, the words spilling out as though you’re confessing some great, unforgivable sin. “It’s my fault, Suguru. It’s all my fault.”
His mouth opens – all that comes out is a strangled rasp of your name, which only serves to make you cry harder, shoulders shaking and a hand clamped over your lips to stifle them.
Daishou’s never wanted to wake up from a nightmare so badly. He’s never wanted so desperately to pinch himself and prove he’s not dreaming.
But at the sound of footsteps approaching, a change sweeps over you. You stiffen, freezing for the briefest of moments before you hastily set about wiping away the evidence of tears, shooting him a pleading, desperate look he doesn’t really understand.
Not until the deadbolt clicks and the door swings open, and Daishou’s confronted with the man who took everything from him.
One by one, the pieces fall into place with horrifying clarity.
The bar, their ‘chance’ meeting, all that goading– ‘For what it’s worth, while you’ve always been a cheating rat bastard, you don’t strike me as the girlfriend murdering kind.’
A small, insane part of him wants to laugh hysterically.
He settles for a baser instinct. Strains against the chain at his wrist, face twisted into a feral snarl, and hisses, “You fucking asshole.”
Kuroo’s eyes crinkle with a grin, but his attention doesn’t remain on Daishou for long. On cue, you shuffle to the edge of the bed, shoulders low and eyes glistening. “I-I’m sorry, Tetsurou,” you murmur, meek and demure.
The fucker laps it right up. Coos as he makes his way over, disregarding his other captive entirely. Two long fingers curl beneath your chin, tilting it upwards. He holds you there, lets his thumb brush along your lower lip. You shiver, and that too he greedily drinks in.
He doubts very much that Kuroo’s forgotten about him, yet the way he stares at you – insatiable, a craving that goes too deep, a yearning too consuming – and you back at him, Daishou may as well have been invisible
A wave of disgust seeps through his bones, tainting his blood, curdling in his stomach – but he doesn’t look away. He can’t bear that, either.
When Kuroo finally decides to close that gap and kiss you, you don’t offer a shred of hesitation. You surrender to it, breath hitching when he catches your lip between his teeth and nips at it–
(The way you used to when he’d do the same.)
–and when he breaks away, a strand of his spit still connecting you, and moves to cup your tear stained cheek, you nuzzle into him, peppering soft little kisses to his palm.
“I know, sweetheart,” he drawls, his voice a touch deeper, clearly affected by how sweetly you’re trying to pacify him. “But actions gotta have consequences. I warned you what’d happen if you brought him up again,” he pauses, and chuckles a little, “and you know I’m too much of a jealous bastard to let that kinda stuff slide.”
Hooded, hazel eyes flicker back to him, pinning him in place. The amusement in Kuroo’s face fades, leaving behind a blistering cold contempt as he regards his old high school rival.
Daishou sneers back.
“You said you loved him.”
“I don’t,” comes the immediate response. Too quick.
Kuroo scoffs. “You still mumble his damn name in your sleep. He the one you’re imagining when I’m buried inside of you, making you cum, sweetheart?”
You’re fucking right it is, you piece of shit, Daishou thinks viciously. The words themselves sit on the tip of his tongue, prideful and sharp, itching to be inflicted. Damn the consequences, he might’ve said it just to see the look on that bastard’s face – except Kuroo isn’t even looking his way. Isn’t paying him the slightest bit of attention, idly toying with a lock of your hair as if you aren’t clutching at him, eyes betraying your panic like a deer in headlights, and Daishou feels sick all over again.
What the fuck is wrong with him?
“N-no, of course not!”
“No?” Kuroo’s brow arches upwards. “You sure ‘bout that?”
There’s no answer you can give that’ll convince him, yet silence proves equally damning. You seem to realise as much, mouth opening and closing as you try and fail to conjure up the right words to diffuse the situation. Kuroo offers you no out, letting you dig your own grave with the shovel he’s given you, taking some kind of sick satisfaction in your distress.
Unable to summon anything more than a choked squeak, you stretch upwards again, a delicate hand on his jaw, and kiss him. The action is desperate and clumsy, borne from panic over passion or affection. Kuroo accepts it eagerly all the same, one arm snaking around your waist to draw you closer – or rather, to keep you from slipping away ‘til he’s had his fill of your lips. “I love you,” you murmur against him. “Only you.”
Though they’re shaky, the words stand stronger than those that came before.
His nose nudges against your own, a look of contentment gracing his features. “Not yet, but we’ll get you there. On your knees, pretty girl.”
Your face crumples in dismay, lips parting only to fall shut with an audible click. As Kuroo’s grip on you loosens, you obediently slide off the bed and onto your knees.
“Arms up.”
Trembling like a leaf and looking faintly ill, you obey, letting him tug your shirt – his shirt, from the looks of it – up and over your head, carelessly tossing it aside. And though you flinch, biting down on your bottom lip, eyes glossy, burning with shame and humiliation, you don’t make a move to cover yourself.
You must know better.
His blood roars, heart thundering violently against his ribs. There’s no pretending he doesn’t see the love bites and bruises spanning your chest, nor the smug, triumphant look in that fucker’s eyes when he notices Daishou looking, his body tensed, shaking with barely contained fury.
Kuroo strokes your cheek, “Keep your eyes on me. Just you ‘n me, yeah?”
You nod. Without prompting you reach for his belt, the clinking of metal and the hiss of Kuroo’s zipper rattling in his skull, the deep, husky groan that slips from his lips when your fingers slide into his pants and curl around his cock, pulling it out.
“Good girl,” he purrs.
Daishou doesn’t want to watch you kiss a trail from Kuroo’s navel down to his cock. He doesn’t want to see the way your thumb swirls along the head of his dick, smearing his pre only for your tongue to follow its path, lapping it right up.
He doesn’t wanna watch you lick your lips, lean in and suck Kuroo’s cock like a well trained slut while he palms at your tits, but between the rage and disgust and the nausea crawling up the back of his throat, Daishou’s frozen in place.
Guided by the not-so-gentle grip he has on the back of your hair, you take more of him into your mouth with every bob of your head, your other hand diligently working away at what doesn’t fit. He allows it for a minute or two, watching you try your best to take all of him with a hiss of pleasure.
Eventually, though, greed wins out. Kuroo’s hips cant forward, bucking past your lips to force his cock deeper, grazing the back of your throat. Eyes widening, you make a surprised noise and try to pull back, allow yourself a little breathing room to set a pace you're comfortable with, but Kuroo’s having none of it. He growls once in warning, grip tightening around your hair, holding you in place, and begins to fuck your face in earnest.
“That’s my good – little – whore,” he grunts, each word punched out with another cruel thrust of his hips.
The sounds of you gagging on the dick in your mouth, your choked little whines and whimpers burn through Daishou like wildfire, igniting something deep. A faint stirring in his gut he wishes, more than anything, he could smother entirely.
He doesn’t look away.
It’s only when the lack of oxygen becomes too much and you claw at Kuroo’s thighs, tears streaming down your face that he finally relents, letting you pop off his dick with a heaving gasp. With nothing else to tether you, you collapse against his legs, boneless and panting, your eyes fluttering shut.
They crack open, however, looking up when his hand comes to a rest on the crown of your head, “Say it again. I want to hear it.”
The demand takes a moment to process, but you swallow and tell him what he wants to hear. “I love you, Tetsu. More than anyone.”
He grins, lazily stroking your hair, “I know, sweetheart. Now c’mon, up on the bed. I’ve been been dreaming of your perfect little pussy all day, wanna fuck you properly.”
—
Hours pass. Half a day, a day. Maybe longer. There’s no light down here, no windows to track the path of the sun, the shadows creeping across the floor, but he can feel the endless drag of seconds and minutes ticking like a slow suffocation.
After fucking you to the edge of exhaustion, Kuroo had carried you out, cradled to his chest like something precious, and left him alone in the dark.
Left Daishou to scream and rage and cry like a fucking baby. It doesn’t help any. His bones and muscles ache, the skin of his wrist rubbed raw trying to move to a position that doesn’t scream with discomfort, the cold, unforgiving floor beneath him offering no relief. Mere feet away lies the bed Kuroo fucked you on, with its pillows and blankets, soft, plush mattress.
With his eyes adjusting to the complete lack of light, Daishou can only make out a vague shape in the darkness. In some kind of fucked up way, he decides it’s a blessing in disguise.
Being able to see the bed’s another cruelty, the promise of comfort and warmth when he’s shivering and cold and lying in his own filth, placed just out of reach. And while the thought of lying in the sheets he’d fucked you in (raped you in, a voice reminds him) makes his stomach turn, he’s not so sure that given the chance, he wouldn’t shove those thoughts aside for a soft reprieve and a few hours of rest.
Some messed up part of him wonders if the pillows and sheets still smell like you.
So no, it’s a good thing he can’t really see the bed, or the door, or much of anything, really.
Besides, it isn’t the hunger pangs or the lack of sleep or the dull, throbbing pain from his joints that bother him the most, it’s the feeling of inhaling razor blades doused in fire he’s subjected to with every shallow, rattling breath. The last taste of water he’d had… would’ve been before the bar, however long ago that was. Too long. More than a warm bed, more than food or freedom from the cuff around his wrist, Daishou thinks he’d just about kill for a single sip of water to wet his throat.
More than likely, that’s the whole fucking point.
Left to rot in the darkness, Daishou has plenty of time on his hands to think, musing over the bed in this little windowless room, and the other door he suspects must lead to a bathroom. That asshole went to some effort in getting him here, he’ll admit, but he doubts all this was solely for his benefit.
You were here when he came to; obviously he’d kept you down here, the question was for how long? Did he keep you chained up and hungry in the dark when you wouldn’t play nice? The way you’d melted for him, the affection, the goddamn look in your eyes when you’d said that bastard’s fucking name–
The fear that’d shone there when you’d said his.
Daishou knows from the depths of whatever’s left of him, that he could never, ever hate you. If he starves to death alone down here, if you’re the one to plunge a dagger into his heart yourself, if you forget all about him and buy into the delusional fucking nightmare that psychotic prick keeps peddling, he’d love you. That much is immutable.
But hatred’s too soft a word for the thorn riddled vines that sprout and twist inside of him, ripping away at muscle and flesh, choking his organs, his veins, everything that he is – because of Kuroo.
When he hears those footsteps again, the clicking of the altogether unnecessary locks, Daishou can’t help the wide grin that cracks at his face. “Was wonderin’ when you’d come back down to gloat,” he croaks, manages a laugh too, though it feels like dragging his vocal cords over sandpaper.
Having flicked the light switch on (half blinding Daishou in the process) Kuroo fixes him with a sardonic smirk. “Missing me already?”
“Hate waiting around.”
“Ah well, what can I say? I had better things to do.” His smirk broadens, a cruel glint under too bright fluorescent light as he plops himself down on the bed Daishou’s been doing his utmost to ignore and stretches out, rolling his shoulder and neck. “Prettier things.”
A stab of something dark and ugly wrenches between his ribs.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he spits through cracked, dry lips, and before he can think better of it, adds, “Mommy didn’t love you enough, Kuroo? That what this is?”
Kuroo doesn’t snap the way he expects him to. He doesn’t lash out like he would’ve when they were hot headed teenagers desperate to grind the other into the dirt and lord it over them. The muscle in his jaw jumps and his eyes narrow, sharpen – but his expression is quick to smooth over. Water off a duck’s back. He lets out an amused snort, rising from the bed.
“Y’know, as entertaining as it was watching you self-destruct, losing your volleyball career, your fans, friends, all those nights you spent searching for her at the bottom of a bottle – and it was entertaining, believe me – I think I like this better.”
A short, sharp burst of pain. Warm copper spills over his tongue.
“You’re not gonna survive this. Even you’re smart enough to have realised that much.” He crouches down low, at eye-level, just out of reach, appraising him with a tilted head – as though Daishou’s some whimpering puppy at the pound.
Daishou’s not a fucking puppy.
“Most likely it’ll be the dehydration that kills you first,” Kuroo continues. “That only takes a few days, but with water, you could probably make it two, three weeks before your body starves itself to death – plenty of time for your muscles to begin to atrophy, which’ll be painful as hell, not to mention how bad the isolation’s gonna fuck you up. And who knows, maybe I’ll be nice and bring you something to drink every now and then, throw you some scraps from dinner. I might even let you out of those cuffs for an hour or two, so you can walk around down here, stretch those legs of yours before they completely shrivel up… But you won’t see her again, ever.”
Scowling and hateful, Daishou spits at Kuroo and bares bloody teeth.
Kuroo wants to treat him like a dog, fine – but wolves gnaw through flesh and bone to free themselves from hunting traps, and he ain’t about to just keel over with a whimper and make this easy for him.
“Go fuck yourself.”
Tension crackles through the air like an oncoming storm.
Daishou falls back against the radiator, breathing heavy and Kuroo wipes at his cheek with the pad of his thumb and huffs out a dry laugh, eyeing the bloody digit. Looking back at Daishou, he stands. “You look thirsty, I’ll go get you some water. Can’t have you croaking on us just yet.”
He’ll bite his fucking throat out if he has to.
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YANDERE KUROO TETSUROU HEADCANONS
He'll call you kitten most of the times. Sometimes, he'll call you sweetheart and darling but don't think for a second he'll call you only THOSE 2 nicknames. Dude knows like, a ZILLION other cringe worthy nicknames in history
Yandere type: Possessive, obsessive and HELLA overprotective. Not to mention really CLINGY ASF
Honestly, all yo have to do is just walk by him and BOOM! He's gonna be obsessed with you. You and him walked past each other but Kuroo's eyes followed you since you were so dazzling and beautiful like an angel descended from the heavens
You know how much of a show off this dude is. Well, when he's around you, he keeps showing off a 10000000% than he usually does. He REALLY tries his best when it comes to you and he'll me sulking if you resist any of his charms
Kuroo will try worming his way into you life. If by chance you never saw him or talked to him, well NOW is a PERFECT opportunity since he's always gonna turn up and hang out at places you visit. Be it a library or a cafe or even an arcade. Boi's always there and that's just the beginning of his weird and creepy yandere tendencies
He's certainly going to stalk you, no doubt in that. He might occasionally break into your room to collect some little souvenirs for himself, you know... stuff that he knows you won't miss like some pens and your clothes and little pieces of jewelry. He'll read your diary as well and if you wrote about any other guys in your little diary, lets just say some of them will have an injury in less than a week. Oh, and as for that guy who's always flirting with you at the cafe you love? Don't worry sweetheart, he's all taken care of. Courtesy of your future husbando
His favorite yandere pastime is to watch you sleep. He knows its creepy as hell but does he give a damn? Of course not. You just look TOO CUTE and adorable like a cute small little puppy that's so peaceful and cute
Eventually he's gonna ask you out. If you accept him, good for you but if you reject him, he's gonna do a 180 and kidnap you and take you somewhere to the woods where there's no trace of civilization whatsoever. But, on the bright side, you'll have a WONDERFUL house
Kuroo is quite a delusional guy, not in a way that he thinks you're already in love with him but he thinks the world is too dangerous for his cute little bunny. So, he HAS to kidnap you. It's all for your safety of course
Kuroo just LOVES cuddle sessions with you and LIVES for those moments when you rake his fingers through his hair and when he's just peacefully basking in your angelic presence. It just seems to make time slow down and everything seems to be so peaceful when he gets to spend time with you. He also likes holding you in his strong masculine arms and admires how small and tiny you look compared to him
He'll let you out as well but on ONE condition: You do NOT leave his hand, like AT ALL. The SECOND you do, goodbye sunshine and birds, hello boring old house. He just wants to protect you and keep you safe that's all
He'll NEVER raise his voice at you even when you misbehave. He'll just shush you by hugging and smothering you with his love cooing how sorry he is for not taking care of you and he'll do a better job and he loves you with all his heart
Will never harm you and his level of patience is infinite. But when it comes to the others, he'll he Satan himself. He might kill people with the help of Kenma since he's his best friend and all that. Btw, Kenma will make sure you're doing good from time to time but don't try to escape from Kuroo. Cuz if you do, they both will be out to find you and Kenma will drag you back to Kuroo and be ready for the anime waterworks from Kuroo. After your escape attempt, Kuroo will obviously tighten the security around the house and will destroy any means of escape. The outside world is just too dangerous for you and his punishments are really tame like just taking away your favorite items. As much as he feels like someone is stabbing him with a knife when he sees you sad, he has to do whatever he can to make you behave
Aftercare from your punishment will involve LOTS and LOTS of hugging and cuddling. This man is a cuddle monster. And he's obsessed with giving you hickeys. He thinks you look really cute and hot when you're covered in his marks and if you resist, he'll be all like, "How else am I supposed to let the world know that you belong ONLY to ME?''
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Humiliate Part 2
Requested on my Quotev and Wattpad.
Title: Humiliate (Part 2)
Pairings: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader
WARNINGS: Yandere themes
Summary: The aftermath of your decision is tragic, really.
Part 1: here
humiliate
/verb/
make (someone) feel ashamed and foolish by injuring their dignity and self-respect, especially publicly:
Kuroo was lucky you lived alone.
It had been 15 days since he had trapped you in your own home. He remembered it like it was yesterday. The moment you’d gotten the door open, he’d shoved you inside and slammed the door behind him.
He wasn’t really thinking straight at the time, too fueled by his own obsession to give you a chance to get away from him. He loved you, he was sure of that, so there was no way he could let go of you. Simple as that.
He had found rope in your shed after knocking you out and he had used that to tie you to a chair. You glared at him from your seat, pure hatred and fear in your eyes.
He couldn’t bring himself to care. As long as he had you, your feelings didn’t matter.
Kuroo rolled his shoulders, a little sore and very tired from a long volleyball match. It was just a practice game, but tournaments were coming up soon, so he had to play his very best to keep his spot on the starting lineup.
Whenever he walked into the house, he had this moment of fear. What if you’d escaped while he was gone? But no, you waited for him in the same spot you always did. Realistically, where else would you be?
He carefully untied you and gripped your arm tightly as he led you to the bathroom. He only released you after giving you a little push inside and closing the door behind you. He always gave you about 15 minutes to do your business and stretch your legs before dragging you back to your chair.
You always tried to stay in there longer, making up excuses through the door until he picked the lock and seized you by the arm once more. You’d kick at him and claw at his wrist, but he’d grown immune to your pathetic attempts to fight back.
Once you were safely back in your chair, Kuroo tied you up again. Your puffy, tear-filled eyes glared daggers at him once more, but you were safely in his possession, and that’s all that mattered to him.
Honestly, he found it kind of cute the way you were so helpless but so stubbornly defiant. His heart always seemed to beat a little faster when he looked at you, no matter how you looked back at him.
Kuroo opened up your fridge and surveyed its contents. There wasn’t much inside; he’d have to go grocery shopping for you again. He grabbed the milk and cheese before shutting the drawer and going rooting through the cabinets. He quickly found the macaroni noodles. Perfect.
It took only a short while to make the mac and cheese. He wasn’t particularly good at cooking, but this was a simple enough meal to make for you. He’d been improving his cooking skills ever since he had kidnapped you.
Not that he’d ever use that word. He skirted around “kidnapping”- it sounded too criminal for how he felt. Love just drove him a little farther than other people.
Once he’d finished the mac and cheese, he poured himself and you a bowl. He grabbed a spoon and scooped up a mouthful. He turned to you, pushing the spoon against your lips until you reluctantly opened your mouth and took in the sustenance.
He wasn’t able to feed you too often with how frequent his practice was, so no doubt you were hungry from skipping lunch. He felt guilty about that, of course, but there wasn’t much he could do about it.
Absently, he talked to you while spooning more macaroni into your mouth. “The tournaments are coming up soon,” he said, “If we make it to nationals, I’ll put it on the TV for you to watch. I’m sure you miss watching me play volleyball.”
He paused in feeding you, hoping you’d give him a response. You hadn’t talked to him in days and a part of him still hoped that you had missed him in your volleyball hiatus.
No response.
He sighed and resumed feeding you. Maybe you were too hungry to talk. There were ways to force you, of course, but you were already too miserable. As much as he didn’t care about your rebellion, a small part of him would rather you be happy than angry and sad.
Whenever he thought back to the way you smiled at him, excited to be talking to someone you were such a big fan of, his heart ached a little. What he wouldn’t do to have you fawning over him again…
“Speaking of the TV, maybe I could bring your chair in there and turn something on for you, so you won’t be so bored during the day,” Kuroo suggested.
Your eyes lit up at that. A grin spread across his face at the sign of life in your eyes instead of dull hatred. “What channel do you want?”
You stayed silent, stubborn in your refusal to talk to him. He bit his lip, forcing back his anger. You’d just shown so much promise and now, here you were, shutting down again!
“I guess I’ll just turn on the news,” he teased, “You can watch that all day.”
You shyly shook your head. He knew he could try out each channel until you nodded or something, but he wanted to hear your voice.
He’d keep trying to get you to talk to him.
Even if he did have to force you.
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Cw: yandere, dub-con, oral (m receiving), degradation, cum play, spitting, photography, fem reader
When you ask him to call you pretty, he does.
Especially when he’s got you on your knees in front of him, chest heaving, your eyes a little teary. He likes how they get all glassy like this, your pretty hair all messed up and tangly from him gripping it so tightly.
He likes how your lips are still parted, swollen and pink, a bit of drool staining your chin, a bit of sweat at your temples. He likes how the mascara he’d asked you to wear is starting to run, the dark color leaving little trails across your cheeks that make him stifle a groan.
He likes the way your body looks in the pretty dress he’d picked out for you to wear, the satin material making your skin look even smoother and softer than normal. It’s his favorite color, you know – his favorite girl in his favorite color. It makes him blush like a school boy, but he knows you wouldn’t dare mention it.
He likes the way the gold jewelry he’d gifted you for this evening looks against your collarbones – dainty and loopy, his initials inscribed against your throat like a mark of ownership. It looks nice against the hickeys and bruises he’d sucked into your neck earlier, he thinks.
He likes the way one of your tits is hanging out of the dress, nipple perked up and taut, the material bunched up at its bottom. He’d had bad self control, he’ll admit – he wanted to keep you pristine and perfect for this, but his hands had a mind of their own.
But most of all, he likes the way his cum looks smeared across your face, the off-white making your skin glow. It’s in ribbons across your lips and cheeks, a bit on your forehead, even some in your hair. Cum stains the lovely jewelry you’re wearing, and he shudders at the sight. A dribble rolls down your breast, pooling at your nipple, before dripping down onto your lap.
He licks his lips.
“Ask me to call you pretty. Ask me if you’re pretty right now.” He says, and you do.
“Am I pretty?”
He’s silent for a moment, before a smile slowly spreads across his lips. His thumb comes up to your cheek, the pad rubbing against your skin – for comfort, you hope, though you know he’s just rubbing his cum harder against you, spreading it along your skin to claim you as his his his.
“So pretty.” He murmurs, and for a moment your heart leaps out of your chest.
But then the smile turns sour, like a rotten apple, and he pinches your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger.
“My pretty little slut, covered in my cum. What would all your friends and family say now, huh? Now that you’re just my little toy to fuck and taint?”
His voice is cruel, and fresh tears well up in your eyes as he whips his phone out, the flash of the camera blinding you.
“You’re very pretty, babe. Very. But I think you’d look even prettier with my cum in that pretty ass of yours, yeah?”
You don’t agree, but as he slaps your cheek and sneers down at you to get on your hands and knees, you do it.
You say nothing as the zipper of his suit trousers goes town, veiny hands tugging his tie looser around his neck, the white dress shirt he sports scrunched up at the elbows.
And when he flips up the bottom of your dress, nudging your legs apart and spitting down onto your pretty folds, you say nothing. What can you say? He’s right, after all.
You really are just his slut, and you’ll take whatever he gives you.
He thinks you’re pretty, after all.
Tetsurou Kuroo, Kei Tsukishima, Tooru Oikawa, Kenjiro Shirabu, Kenji Futakuchi, Rintarou Suna
Pariston Hill, Shalnark, Milluki Zoldyck
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gojo satoru (jujutsu kaisen) — oct. 3rd
♱ synopsis: having a one night stand with who you think is some random guy in the club might not always be the best idea | main kinks: size kink & yandere
touya “dabi” todoroki (my hero academia) — oct. 10th
♱ synopsis: he is nothing like his father and he’ll prove it to you one way or another | main kinks: breeding kink & baby trapping
ichigo kurosaki (bleach) — oct. 17th
♱ synopsis: your sweet stepbrother shows you a different side to him and wants to be called something other than his name | main kinks: daddy kink & stepcest
kuroo tetsurou (haikyuu) — oct. 24th
♱ synopsis: a handsome stranger approaches you in the library, his kind words and raspy voice distract you from his true intentions | main kinks: degradation/praise & cnc
ken “draken” ryuguji (tokyo revengers) — oct. 31st
♱ synopsis: he loves toying with you while you sleep but now he wants to add a new toy to the mix | main kinks: somnophilia & knife play
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