#posessive behavior

[rubyclover]

go away

[thecloudsaremyhome]

☆Platonic yandere streamer x Reader☆

Summary: you've found yourself obsessed with a particular streamer while scrolling through social media. Fortunately you got the chance to meet him! Unfortunately he's just a obsessed.

Tw: yandere themes, talks of murder, implied murder, death, codependency, obsession, insecurities, touch starved reader, manipulation, bad mugging, sorta sleep deprived reader.

Word count: 4k

You're so tired, tired of constantly working weekend shifts from 9 to 5 to make ends meets while during the weekdays your constantly stressing over, deadlines and finals. Your so very tired that you cant even make time for yourself, time to actually reflect.

To work on yourself. But when has college ever been easy to begin with?

Maybe the constant stress and the endless nights of loss sleep has led you to him.

You found him while mindlessly scrolling on social media, you came across his live.

And to say you were captivated was an understatement. He was everything that you weren't: charismatic, bubbly and full of life.

But you weren't jealous, no, you were more interested than anything, he had a soothing yet soft like voice that could calm even a scared bunny. A type of aura that represents everything pure and good.

And the way he carries himself, full of confidence yet still kind, is maybe what drew you in, what drew you to listen to him.

It was a surprise when you peacefully fell asleep and woke up the next morning feeling better than you normally did.

That was a real surprise, but that didn't stop you from watching his streams, no, you would watch them whenever you got the time to.

Something about him drew you to him, but you don't mind, nor do you care, because finally, you get some sort of sense of peace some sort of clarity while listening to him, because he could only provide that comfort you have been so starved for, for so long.

Because he could only provide that sense of care you have been starving for, from your very busy parents.

At times you can't help but fantasize if he were to be your parent, would you be treated better? Would he love you all the same, no matter your flaws or insecurities? Would he prioritze you above all else?

Would he give you the love you deseirve No matter your rather depressing moments where you question your existence.

You wonder if he would stick through it all, no matter what.

But the reality is that you will never have the fantasy you long for.

Nor would you ever be able to reach it because the truth is you don't truly know him, and he doesn't know you.

You're just another viewer behind a glass screen silently watching him and sending him support through either the likes or views you bring.

It may be a sad realization, but it's true, and you have come to reluctantly accept it, no matter how much you fantasize about it. Because you will never know him, and he will never know you.

But why now are you standing here taking the very order of the streamer you adore so much, standing in the flesh?

It's enough to make your more nochantly exterior crack into something more timid, because you didn't expect him to be here, you didn't even know he lived in the same city as you to begin with.

But you try your best to regain a sense of your composure as you look up at him.

Tall, maybe a foot or two taller than you, with raspberry red, tousled hair slightly messy, like he just woke up. Bangs hanging over his eyes as he tries to move them out of his amber eyes, that shine like jewels in moonlight.

Button-type nose adorning a nose piercing, with freckles littering on various spots around his face, but that doesn't make him look any less beautiful. It just adds to it.

You can tell he just got out of bed from the white hoodie adorning his slightly slim yet tall frame. With black sweatpants and slippers, he's probably just starting his day.

Snapped out of your bewildered gaze, he clears his throat and gives you a lopsided smirk as he stares down at you.

Embarrassed by your bluntly staring, you clear your throat and adjust your rather ragged uniform “Hello s-sir what can I get for you today?” Looking up at him, you notice he's still staring at you with his lopsided like grin.

“I’ll just get a cappuccino today sweetie.” You nod but are slightly taken aback by his rather endearing nickname.

Does he usually call strangers nicknames? You decide it would be best not to dwell on it a you write down his order.

“To stay or to go?” you look up at him, while you feel your hand visibly tremble from the blazing anxiety coursing through your body. He notices it, and gives you a soft, reassuring smile, “ to stay is alright.” You nod as you walk towards the back where one of your coworkers is.

David looks up towards you as his brown parted bangs flow with his movement, he gives you a small visible smile as you hand him the note, with the various orders.

You give him a small smile in return and return back to the front where you notice, he's still waiting there, You visibly tense

“that will be $3.50, your drink will be done in a minute or two.” you say as you give him an awkward smile. He nods as he fishes some crumbled cash from his back pocket and hands a $20 to you.

You nod as you grab various 5 dollar bills to give back to him. When you reach out to give it to him, he shakes his head in disprovment.

“Keep the change sweetie, you deserve it for working so hard” he says in a sickly sweet tone, which causes you to visibly blush from his apparent praise. But you nod before remembering something

“um sir may i ask what your name is so im able to inform you when your drink is ready?” you see his eyes widen in surprise before a soft smile adorns hus rather angelic features. “It's rowan sweet thing,” you nod timidly.

You notice as he advances to sit down in one of the various tables, staring directly at you.

Finally, David comes out from the back and hands you the drink, you nod and call out to rowan and he stands up and approaches you.

You hand him the drink but not before sating “if you need anything please let me know” you say softly.

He smiles in ressurance as he reaches out to grab the drink his fingers brush against yours and you cant help but visibly marvel at how soft he was. He then walks back towards his seat.

You can't help but sigh in relief but notice hes still staring at you from the corner of your eye.

An hour finally passes and you notice he is still staring at you with more intensity then before. You cant help but shudder. But decided to ignore it for now.

An hour passes and finally he gets up and leaves, this makesd you sigh in relief as the tension in your shoulders finally disappears.

Now to get back to work before your manager really starts to scold you. You doubt you’d ever see him again after this, your sure your just another passing face to him.

Oh how wrong you were, the very next day he comes by around the same time, ording the same drink. Its baffling at first because you honestly never expected to see him again, after all you still werent used to seeing him yesterday instead of on stream where you can admire him behind a screen.

But some part of you is filled with a joy that maybe he came back to see you? To talk and see you, but thats just wishful thinking on your part.

Because you arent that delusional to think he would come back to see you, maybe he just really liked the cofeez?

Maybe thats why came back. Its none of your business anyways because you know he didnt come for you, no one ever does.

Suprislgnly though hes more straightforward than last time, instead of sitting down and staring at you he makes idle conversation, which felt nice, to have someoe to talk to, to understand you and your little quirks.

To actually get to know you.

And your honestly surprised at how attentive he is, even though he has a more laid back and playful personality show both in real life and on stream, he was able to pick up on the little things about you.

Which to some extent warmed your heart is he always like this with every stranger?

Well could you even call yourselves strangers when he knows who you are and the other way around.

Maybe aquitances? It doesnt matter, you honestly dont expect him to contiue to come back and you both will contiue on with your lives.

But that doesnt happen. Its been a month since hes been constantly coming into the cafee, hes bascially a regular now.

And its makes you feel..good to some extent that maybe he is coming by to see you.

You even went as far as exchanging numbers, and you cant help but marvel that you now are bascially best friends with a social media celebrity, of course he dosent know that you still constantly watch his streams but thats something you wont tell him.

You really dont want him to think of you as some crazed fan trying to get close to him or someone using him. Rowan was the sweetest after all and its all you could ever ask for in a person.

You’ve never been used to being acred fo and have always had this longing to be taken care of but he was able to fill that somehow, to fill that hole in his own way.

Maybe thats why you dont want to loose him.

because he can give you something no one else can, love not the sexual or romatic type love but just pure love at its finest, and thats been something youve been starved for, for so long.

So you could only cling onto his love afraid that he would pull away and leave you, leave you to pick up the peaces by yourself.

Sure you may be codependent but can you honestly blame yourself?

Hes willingly giving you his love and affection and thats all you could ever wish for, sure his behavior could be seen as almost suffocating at times as hes constantly worrying and coddling you but you dont seem to mind.

But today is different, the atmosphere feels different as you haven't heard from rowan all day and now you are walking back tp your apartment in the dark.

its not like you havent done this many times before but this time it feels different, it feels like your being watched.

You suddenly hear some nearby footsteps matching your pace, strange.

But nothing to really worry about since well it just might be a random person trying to get somewhere. But you are oh so wrong as you feel a strong tug on your jacket.

You grunt as you landed on the cement floor, you are pulled into a nearby alleyway with two imposing figures looming over you with smug smirks but before you could process anything your feel a punch to your gut, as your purse is snatched from you. Before you could mutter out a plea.

A fist meets your face, the current blonde man relentlessl punching you, keeping you from screaming for help.

Eventually you pass out on the cement floor, black slowly clouds your vision as you hear the distant snickering as you hear the two men walk away.

You groan as you walk into the cafe the next morning with bruise littering your face and a icepack your holding to numb your black eye you received.

You’ve never been mugged before but you have gotten into a few fights in the past but holy shit this hurt like hell, your body is aching so bad your surprised you were even able to make it into work.

It feels like a knife is peircing through your stomach and twisting your guts from the inside out, yeah thats how bad it hurts.

But your still surprised you havent heard anything from rowan not even a text.

Did you do something wrong? Did you fuck up some how? No that cant be it, maybe hes just busy. Yeah thats right! Hes probably just busy.

But before you could ponder any more you hear the familiar bell of the door opening and look up to be met with rowan, hes beaming at you before noticing your bruised state and immediately rushes towards you in worry.

He reaches out to touch your bruised cheek but you flinch in the process which makes him retrach his hand.

His gaze hardens but only for a moment before he's bombarding you with questions. “I-I'm fine really its just a few bruises, i just got mugged while walking home.”

when you mutter the last sentence his gaze turns cold, like nothing youve ever seen before, like hell could freeze over because of how icy his gaze was.

His body stance becomes more ridged, more aware not the laid back frend your used to, hes more on defense.

But before you could even speak he mutters out something taht shakes you to the core.

“Who..”

Its a simple word but holds a lot of meaning especially if he’s looking at you with a deathly glare.

like this question could depend on the lives around the people who mugged you. You gulp, anxiousness clearly creeping up on you.

You don't like this not one bit. And by the looks of it you have an inkling that he is going to do something drastic.

“I-i dont know i didnt get a good look at them.” you look up to meet his gaze again. You notice his gaze noticeably softening at your meek words.

He softly cradles your cheek with affection that feels so good yet so foreign.

He mutters something incouharently but you dont ponder on it only focusing on the warmth his hand provides to your bruised cheek.

He insisted on staying until the cafee closed, so he could walk you home, which you reluctantly agreed to, not really having a choice in the matter you both walk down the familiar street.

But you dont notice the dark gleem in his eyes as he waves you off.

When you are out of sight rowan pulls out his phone and dials a familiar number, after a few rings the person on the other end picks up

“ yes?” the raspy voice states clearly irritated. “ dont give me tht attitude, anyways i need you to do something..important for me.”

he says camly like hes just talking about the weather with an old friend and not planning to ruin someons life.

Finally when he gets off the phone he cant help bu stare up at your apartment complex in thought.

He’s angry yes rightfully so,because how dare someone put their hands on you. It makes him angry beyond comprehension.

Your to good for this world, so innocent that it makes his viens pump with a need to protect you.

Your HIS and you always will be his, from the moment he first laid eyes on you he knew that their was something interesting, something compelling him towards you and now he understands, you were meant to be protected, to be babyed.

Because thats what you are to him, his precious baby, that needs to be protected and taken care for and he intents to do that, one way or another.

He can feel your longing for affection for love and he intends to give that to you, every ounce of his love.

He can't help but fully embrace every one of your flaws and quirks, to him they are absolutely adorable, and when he foud out you were a fan of his, he couldn't help but internally squeal in excitement.

Could you get any better? You are absolutely perfect for him, and no one can convince him otherwise.

Plus hes always thought of adopting a child and he finally thinks he's found the perfect match.

now he just need to set his plsn in motion so you both can be together forever. But for now, he needs to take care of the trash that dared hurt you.

You're terrified, absolutely terrified, when you were scrolling through the channels this morning before you had to clock in for work, you came across the news channel, a dead body, thats what stuck with you, a mutilated dead body barely even recognizable anymore.

But one thing stood out to you, the hair, the same hair one of you mugglers had, a greasy brown with faint tips of blonde.

And that's the only thing you could recognize on the body, the rest is unrecognizable.

You have an inkling who did it, but you couldn't even believe it yourself. But you tell yourself not to jump to conclusions or assume anything.

But you know who did it because you only told him, and that look in his eyes, the look that he was capable of murder and much more. But you keep telling yourself, don't jump to conclusions, this is just a coincidence.

But you know its not, you know in some part of your mind that he did it.

And that scared you, it absolutely petrified you. Because who knew that someone you admired and adored with all your heart was capable of murder in your name?

You didnt come into work, you were to sick to your stomach to even stand up and move, quilt and fear clawing at you. So you told your boss you were not feeling well and left it at that, you didnt expect him to come here.

You stand frozen in place at your front door while Rown is standing on theother side with some snacks in his hands, but you can't stop the sickness knawning at you, because you can never look at him the same again, not after finding out.

And you know you shouldnt be accusing him, to jump to conclusions so bluntly but you cant help it, every sense in your body is screaming at you that he did it, he murdered in your name.

And you can't help but go with that gut feeling because when has your gut ever been wrong?

You don’t have any solid proof that he did it but now you just need to keep your distance and hope for the best, but now its hard thats he literally here at your apartment.

And with no choice you reluctantly let him in, hopefully he doesnt notice the slight tremble in your body or your ridgid composure.

You hope he will just mistake it for not feeling well.

But hes to preceptive, he takes notice of every twitch and quirk of your lips with presishious detail, like an artist insprecting its art.

He can tell how uncomfortable you are, like you just found out the biggest shock of your life.

As he sets down the snacks he glances at your now paused tv which showcastes the same image that you were stuck watching beforehand.

He cant help but narrow his eyes as his lips slightly quirk into a subtle frown, how annoying even in death this insect torments you, no wonder you seem so shaken up.

Poor baby it was probably to scary for you. But he cant help but wonder, why are you looking at him with such hidden fer in your eyes?

Did you perhaps find Out? No that cant be possible but still its better to squash those psky ideas forming in your head before they grow. He looks at you with more softness in his eyes.

“Are you alright sweetie? You seem tense…” he says with that sickly sweat tone of his, you can't help but look up at him with a visible mixture of emotions in your eyes.

There is no way in hell you are going to tell him, tell him that you think he murdered someone, because if you're wrong, you will not only loose your connection with him, but he may also come to resent you.

And youd rather die than let him resent you, because you still idolize him, in your own way. So with a heavy sigh, “i-i’m just f-feeling under the weather today is all..”

you say with a tense smile, trying to hide the turmoil in your voice.

But he notices he always notices. He nods in reassurance and approaches you slowly.

He grabs your hands softly rubbing the hem of them as he hums, he looks at you like your the only thing that matters, and you cant help but let quilt slowly claw its way into your heart.

He leads you over to your old worn down couch and sits down with you straddling his lap, you cant help but hold him closer trying to mold your body towards his.

Oh how you’ve yearn to be held like this.

Rowan has been affectionate with you before but its never gotten to this degree and you cant help but melt against him, like all your worries and fears dissipates away, like they were nonexistent in the first place.

And you can't help but think. Did Rowan really murder that man?

It mustve been a meesly coincidence? Because no way he would hold you like his life depends on it if he murder someone.

Would he be capable of murdering someone? These thoughts swirl in your head like a thunderstorm, waiting for the lightning to strike.

Rowan notices this, he starts to hum a small but soothing tune as he gently rocks you.

the sudden movement takes you by surprise, but it isn't unwelcome, it just makes you melt into him further, makes your head go hazy, and your limbs relax.

You can't help the sudden exhaustion gwaning at you, encouraging you to sleep.

And you reluctantly let it. Because after all you are so so exhausted.

And finally you found some sense of peace and you’d be damned if you'd let that go.

So maybe just maybe you can finally rest and so you do. And this brings a sense of satisfaction towards him, because you just easily and willingly melted into his hold.

And he can't help but take pride on that he is the only one who can give you any source of comfort.

But he marvels at how easy it was to be able to dispute those pesky thoughts of your temporarily.

your just so so easiy to manipulate, but he would never say that to you oh heavens no, because after all he wants to keep his precious baby dependable on him.

So he will use by anything means necessary to keep it that way, no matter how many people, how much blood he would go to hell and back for you, and thats a promise.

Because, after all you were always meant to be his.

Authors note: sorry this tookso long to post! I've been lacking motivation lately and have been busy! But expect more updates will be coming since summer is starting soon! And please keep the criticizm respectful I have never worked at a cafe before I have only been to one! So I kinda had to do some basic research! And honestly I think the mugging scene sucked but I was to lazy to fix it I ready had to rewrite this once : (.

[hedgehogthetraveler]

Yandere Topaz, Aventurine, and Dr. Ratio (poly relationship). 

CW: yandere themes, abduction/kidnapping, possessiveness, obsessive behavior,mention of eliminating, stalling.

Stalking, Protection, and Jealousy:

While all three of them would stalk you, Dr. Ratio is the most likely to pay extra attention to your life. Aventurine and Topaz are spying on you, meanwhile the blue haired man writes EVERY detail, even the TINY information. 

Thanks to Dr. Ratio, Jelena and Kakavasha will be able to find out what has happened to you. Who talks to you, who's interested in you, and who insulted you. 

I see Topaz as the most jealous one. She even can't stand whenever your best friend is too “close” to you. The blue haired doctor just rolls his eyes and  ignores the annoyed mumble. Aventurine always teases her, finding it cute how easily she gets envious. 

This time the blonde haired man and white-red hair hair women shine. They make sure that no one will lay a hand on you. That's no one will ruin your day, and that's even no one will look at you.

They enjoy your adorable reaction soooo much~. All so confused, not knowing why some people avoid you or even disappear. Whether someone who used to want to be with you or tried to harm you. 

Kidnapping and Daily Life with them:

If you ever find out that they stalked you and the reason why people have disappeared, they decide why not to take you away from the social world. After all, you'll be much safer in the special nest that they have prepared for you. 

Aventurine and Topaz LOVES to spoil you. Gift is their main love language and no matter how you behave, they will always buy expensive jewelry for you. 

Dr. Ratio on the other hand, is much more stricter. He always scolds the two of them for not being stern enough with you. Each time the duo try to explain that they do make you more obedient, due to how kind they are to you, the doctor believes you only deserve presents, if you genuinely listen to three of them. 

Topaz admires the way you spend time with Numby and her pets. The trotter always lets you pet them and enjoys laying on your lap. The other animals allow you to play with them. And whenever you fall asleep with them, Jelena can't help but take pictures of it. 

Aventurine always finds a way to snuggle with you. Whenever his arms wrap around your body, the blonde's man heart beats each second. It makes Kakavasha calm, relieved, but most importantly happy that he receives a warm touch from you. 

During sick days none of them are able to concentrate on the work. But the most likely to get stressed is Dr. Ratio. He always checks on you non-stop, stays up all night hoping that you'll feel better, but most importantly shows his rare soft side to you. After all, he doesn't want to lose you. 

Luckily, the two duo lend an aid to him. Whenever the scientists falls asleep, they take turns. Topaz hums a lullaby for you, while Aventurine makes warm soup and tea. 

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

abandonment issues prologue, pt 3,,

(i was going to finish the third page bc thats where Moon gets properly introduced but its taking way too long for me to get to it so im v sorry here's two pages where almost nothing at all happens hhjjdfh)

next part: (tba) previous part: here! first part: here!

[darlingvhs]

He’s mine now. Completely, utterly mine. The way he looks at me—it’s like he’s begging for direction, for control. And I give it to him, gladly. I adore the way he bends, the way he folds under my gaze, as though his entire existence revolves around me. Because it does. It has to.

[timetobeaghost]

Jesus, did we know this?? I had no idea.

[alteregozowie]

This baby deer needs to be protected! It's okay Alastor, we'll keep you safe.

"I don't need saving. I never have, and I never will. I'm as toxic as they come, my dear, and have no issue killing in cold blood. I have no qualms about it. You might need a bit of protection, yourself, however, from me if I catch you after anyone close to me."

[samwiselastname]

okay I don't have post notifications on for that beanytuesday bagel post, why are unfunny and mean people I've never heard of running their mouths in the replies and ending up on MY activity page

[nb-and-nd]

just gonna leave this here, this is a part of an addition I made to another post but I feel like it's relevant here too

I regret to inform you the middle class insecurity industry has now given us the concept of "microcheating", which is when your husband talks to people or has friends

[zo1nkss]

Seeing all these comps of Pooh being posessive and ik for a FACT he's fed up with all these ppl in Pavel's comments trying to shoot their shot.

That man's not jealous of fans for no reason, some of these mfers have no sense of boundaires lmao

[hedgehogthetraveler]

CW: Yandere themes, kidnapping/abduction, mention of death, dead body, possessive and obsessive behavior, OOC.

Yandere childhood friend who cherishes memories of your and her relationship. She remembers how you two used to play snow fights, build a snowman, make a snow angel, and other fun activities. The happy time never stops even when you're two grown adults. 

Yandere childhood friend who's devastated about your death. Yet, she can't believe it's true. It might be a dream, right? 

Yanderes choildhood friend who still can't forget that you died. All day and night, she thinks only about you and is not even able to concentrate on her daily life, let alone her career. In fact, the mind about you goes so far that she starts hallucinating you. 

Yandere childhood friend who goes insane and kidnaps your corpse from your coffin. After all, you're so precious to her that she can't live without you. So why not bring you back to life? She'll make sure that you'll never be able to leave her ever again… 

Based on this song, since I think it's suits to those characters:

- Ruan Mei, Natasha, and Serval

[darlingvhs]

i need them, i need love. i will kill for them, they can do anything they want to me. hit me, beat me, cut me, touch me, i just crave their touch. i need them to adore me and i’ll be their dearest dove.

[sullenwizard]

a guy was following me last night when i was walking my dog , i sensed smth off when i first saw him, he looked at me with a weird look in his face, but brushed it off bc most men act creepy here its natural. but i turned around 3 different times and in each one he was clearly getting closer to me but he would stop walking and just pretend he intended to be where he is , and idk what came over me but i decided to walk back through the street we just came from and he immediately started walking away too

[sensitivegoblin]

Vent

[loveanddeepdick]

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅ hi angel!

obsesssed!perv!geto x f!reader || suguru keeps jacking off to you! stop it sugu!

here is a link to my obsessed!geto masterlist this fic is crazy btw pls click off if u get uncomfy

cw and notes: LOWK WRITTEN NASTYILY AND HORNYBRAINED, im gonna be honest its a mess of all the shit i like, kinda gross geto lol, groping, sir kink, dom/sub coded, obsession, unhealthy behavior, dubcon touchin, nudes, indecent exposure but in the comfort of your own home, piv sex, nipple play, creampie, teasing, masturbation, multiple rounds, posessiveness, this is a little insane of me but per the request of deepdick citizens i as your mayor will deliver, not proofead lol

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geto suguru has no shame.

from the moment you met him until now, he always says everything and anything on his mind. when he first asked you out, he pulled you aside, gripping your shoulder as he bluntly confessed to you.

"we'll have dinner tomorrow. 8pm at nobu," he smiled before patting your shoulder and walking away. you damn near got whiplash as you swiveled your head around, speechless as he just nonchalantly walked off.

but if you thought he spoke his mind without any repercussions, you should've seen what he did to the coworker who was harassing you. he's heard about her during one of your stories about work, crazy customers, unhinged coworkers, careless higher-ups.

she was long gone the day you returned to work.

in a way, he loved that you didn't mind his straightforward behavior , that you appreciated how transparent he was. but with that also came with your nympho boyfriend jacking off anywhere and everywhere in your shared apartment. he walks around with his dick out for fucks sake, and today, you swore he was on some aphrodisiac.

9:14am. friday morning.

you were cooking up breakfast in your shared kitchen, humming as you sipped from your mug. you heard the heavy creaking of suguru's feet on the wooden floor approaching as he yawned. he was inhumanly tall, lanky and skinny yet toned whenever he stretched.

he groaned scratched his stomach underneath his black tank, lifting it up to reveal his dark happy trail.

"morning, baby," he grunted, wrapping his arms around your neck as he leaned down, pressing his chest to your back as he inhaled your scent.

"brush your teeth, su-" you paused as he pressed his nose into the crook of your neck, behind you ears, and the top of your head. you silently cursed, feeling something hard growing against your back. "again, suguru?".

you lightly pushed his head back before he whined and buried his nose in your hair again, inhaling deeplty.

"you smell so good, angel," he was nearly whimpering, his cock growing harder, "please, baby, just let me have my morning fill,"

you bit your cheek to keep a poker face, grabbing bowls for you and suguru before bending over the counter

"help yourself," you playfully sighed before grabbing the pans and plating the food. he grinned, giving you kisses in your hair before pulling your pajamas and panties down, taking his cock out to jack off to your ass. "make it quick, suguru,"

"fuucck, youre so hot, just keep.. keep doing what you were doing," he spat into fist before fucking his dick into it.

"you're such a pervert, suguru," you mumbled, bending over a little more to give him a better view.

"keep calling me that, turns me on," there was hearts in his eyes, watching your cute pajama pants scrunched around your knees as your pussy and little asshole was twitching and puckering just for him.

like clockwork, he squirted white ropes, coating your pussy as it dripped down onto your panties. he kneeled down, pulling your panties up to your cum soaked pussy before he brought a finger up to run it against the crotch area, poking around at his sealed cum against your hole.

"so gross," you rolled your eyes.

"yeah? but you stand there, you take it, and you love it, don't you?" he chuckled, pressing his nose in to inhale as you yelp, making you bend over just a little better as he sniffed in the nasty mix.

with a kiss to your clothed pussy, he pulled your pajamas back up, getting back to his feet with a gentle smack to your ass.

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11:52pm, friday afternoon

you get a text during your lunch break from suguru. what could he need this time? well, you had an idea.

>'hi, angel im otw with some lunch for you'

>'doing what i asked you to, aren't you?'

you hid your blush even though you were alone in your office. there, under your tight skirt and white cotton panties, was suguru's load was pressed wetunder your panties, your thighs squeezing together and keeping the cum warm.

<mhm im in my office

>[video attatchment]

you opened the video with low volume. he was in his car, holding a polaroid of you. he's in the parking garage of the apartment complex with his zipper down, his cock pink and standing tall. the video is only a minute long as he jacks off to your picture, his cock tip nearly touching your face on the polaroid before he cums, covering the entire thing.

what a nasty man.

you hear a knock on your door before he comes in, your thighs instinctively trying to hide your arousal from his teasing words. you place your phone on your desk as he approaches, chuckling at the sight of your not-so-well hidden flustered face.

"what's wrong, angel?" he mocked, grinning before he stood before you, his pointer finger lightly stroking your jaw as you peered up at his form.

his tall, dark form is almost eerie as he leaned down a little to look at you. he had hurricanes in his eyes as they bore into yours before trailing down a bit to your cleavage poking out from your white button-up. what a pervert. even then, it was like peering into heaven after centuries damned in hell.

your arms drift up and around his waist before you embrace his toned figure, your cheek pushed into his sweater.

"my eyes aren't as low as where you're looking, you creep,"

"just means i can focus on two things at once, huh?"

you playfully slap him before he grabs your wrist, pulling you up from your chair and pinning your against your desk, your chest against his ribcage as he peers down upon you.

"missed you so much," he breathed out before his eyes trailed down, his hands coming up to trace your figure, his hands stopping to cup your tits through your clothes as you squirmed and closed your legs, "keep them open,"

his knee came in between your legs, parting them and leaving you. vulnerable to him.

"you been a good girl today, hm?" he chuckled, giving your tits a squeeze before one of his hands travelled down to your skirt, lifting it up to reveal your nearly see-through panties squished up on his leg.

"yes, sir.." you the inside of your cheek to bite back a moan as he began slighly moving his leg up and down.

he guided you to sit on the desk as he knelt, lifting your skirt as he looked at your panties with hearts in his eyes. you leaned back a bit so he could take them off. his fingers hooked both sides of your panties as he slowly peeled.

"ffuuckkk, angel," he hissed as the mixture of his cum and your arousal strung to your pussy as he pulled down your panties, the crotch area gooey and smearing the sticky substance all over your pussy.

you whined as he licked a hard stripe from your perineum to your clit, giving it a loud suck before leaning back, showing you the nasty mix on his tongue before swallowing it with a shit eating grin.

"gross perv- ah, fuck!" you couldn't even finish your sentence before his head dove in between your legs again, lapping at your pussy as he flicked it with his tongue and shoved his face deep between your thighs, using his hands to push them together and trap his face.

"suuguuu..." you whined as you grinded on his face

"use my face, baby, y'taste so fucking good, nobody knows this sloppy pussy like i fuckin' do," he pulled off your clit with a slurp before spitting on it, "say it. say i know this pussy the best,"

"y-you know this pussy the best, sir!" you gripped his long silky hair before your heart dropped into your pussy, "w-wait sir, something c-coming!"

"just let it happen, angel, let go for me, it's gonna feel good i promise," he groaned into your pussy before you twitched, convulsing as you squirted into his mouth. he latched onto your pussy, sucking your clit and messily lapping his touch as he drank your juices.

"so.. gross, sugu,"

"lunch break's over, sweetheart," he chuckled with a kiss after he helped you clean up, "tell your coworkers i said hi,"

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6:07 pm, friday evening

suguru loves watching you eat. he rarely ever works in person, preferring to have his spirit consultations online (where he loves to scam rich people who exploit others). before you come home from work, he makes sure to make you a nice home-cooked meal or get takeout from somewhere you love.

he watches you eat, savoring each spoonful and gushing on and on about how good it tastes. the small smile on his face looks like little cracks on a china plate. to any other person, it would seem as though his reaction was neutral, but you knew this meant he was ecstatic.

later, you flopped on your bed, landing atop the blankets on your back as you sigh happily from the food. he comes up to you, climbing into bed to sit against the headboard before he reached down and rubbed your stomach lightly with his thumb,

"tummy must be all fun huh, angel?" he chuckled, "should i put on a movie?"

you nod, rolling over onto your stomach as you rest your cheek on your crossed arms, shuffling pressing your side against geto's as he watches you swing your feet in the air a bit.

suguru puts on a horror movie and you groan, realizing it was his turn to choose. you haven't seen this one yet, an old classic thriller probably. some stupid killer on the loose with more stupid people getting killed probably.

he watches you, the way you seem so intrigued with the plot, the way your back moves up and down as you breath, your little laughs when the characters make a joke. he just can't help the blood rushing down to his crotch. the movie plays as you begin to drift off before you hear the shuffling of fabric.

before you turn around, you hear him cough and spit into his hand. the sounds of his spit-soaked hand going up and down his cock, sloppy and desperate for relief as he gets so turned on by you doing anything.

"suguu.. are you jacking off right now?" you gasp, your head whipping around to see him pumping his cock with a expressionless face.

"just focus, baby," he grunted, "you look so cute right now,"

you shifted, sitting against the headboard with him, snuggled up to his side as you watched him masturbate. it wasn't weirdest thing, in fact, this was probably the most normal thing going on in your home. he draped his arm around you, resting it on the headboard as you shyly watched him.

"you're so pretty, suguu," you breathed as he sped up his strokes

with a groan, he finishes on his hand, bringing it up to your lips so you could clean it.

"goood girl, always so obedient, aren't you?" he smiles as you release his finger with a pop, licking his hand clean and drifting your focus back to the movie. you try to swallow it covertly but the way his eyes dart to you face shows that he noticed. he nestled closer to you, his arm resting on your thigh.

the movie continued, suguru not even bothering to put his dick back and going bare in your room (ew) before his arm shifted again, the arm around you dropping lower until his fingers were grazing your shoulder. with a blush you squirm as his hand begins to travel down to your clothed chest, resting on it.

you glare at him before focusing on the movie again until you feel him squeeze it lightly, his finger coming up to draw circles around you covered nipple. biting back a moan, you drift your hand closer to his cock until the killer from the movie pops up with a loud bang, scaring you as you yelp.

your clothed clit grazes against geto's fingers as you jump. he holds back a laugh for your sake, watching you scared expression from the film as he keep his fingers against your clit. after a couple minutes, he begins rubbing it gently through your panties.

you moan, pawing at his wrist gently as you babble about watching the movie. he knew you didn't give two shits about the shitty cgi two-star film.

"you don't want it? tell me if you don't want it, baby, i'll stop," he mumbles against your hear as his groping and rubbing stops for a moment, waiting for your response only to be met with silence. he smiles against your ear before he lifts you up, laying you down on the previous position on your stomach again as he sits behind you.

"you wanna focus? then focus."

he watches you squirm, your fluffy pajama shorts hugging your figure as he can almost swear he can see your pussy. he stalks like a predator hunting prey behind you, trapping you under him as he pulls your panties aside.

"don't get scared, baby," he chuckles, "you jumping is only gonna make me feel good,"

he thrusts his dick deep into you as you moan, gripping the sheets as your feet kicked against the bed from the sudden intrusion. he pressed his body against you, leaning into your neck as he inhales your scent, his hand coming up to your face to shove his fingers into your mouth.

"y'look just like the person on screen, sweetheart," he grunts as you dart your eyes to the film, seeing the victims of the killer trapped in a basement with their arms restrained and their mouths duct taped.

what a strange movie.

he presses his body weight on your back as he drills mean thrusts deep into your pussy, his fat cock head pushing against your cervix as you drool on his fingers. you closed your eyes in fear of getting scared by the fictional killer again, but seeing your cute face all scrunched up and choking on his lanky fingers only made him thrust harder.

"shhuuuguu," you choke as he holds you down under him, his mean hips fucking you over and over again.

"gonna cum, angel? yeahh? good girl, take this dick-fuck, i was made for this fuckin sloppy pussy,"

he groans as you nod and drool, enjoying your slurry of words as he pushes his fingers deeper. you convulse and squeze around his cock, milking him until he came with a loud groan. he continues thrusting slowly even after that, letting you ride out your orgasm until he stills in your cum-fill pussy.

he takes his fingers out your mouth, popping them in his mouth to suck them before turning your face to meet his eyes. giving you a soft kiss on your lips, he carries you out your room to properly clean you up.

what a messy girl

[billiereid]

Jealousy: Haikyuu! x Reader

Warnings: Rated X. This content is intended for readers ages 18 years or older. Minors, do not interact.

Featuring: Tetsuro Kuroo. Kenma Kozume. Kotaro Bokuto. Keiji Akaashi. Fem!Reader.

Contains: Posessive behavior. Jealousy. Fingering. Oral sex (F receiving). P in V sex. Edging. Praise. Exhibitionism. Public sex.

Summary: The boys all know that you love them. Your relationship is special and important, and you've never given them any reason to distrust you. But even still, everyone has insecurities. Everyone gets jealous sometimes. Here's how they react when that jealousy starts to flare up over you.

Author's Note: This is written post-timeskip. All characters are written to be adults.

Tetsuro Kuroo

Kuroo is one possessive motherfucker. At least, compared to the rest of the people on this list. 

He’s happy to always let you have your space, your friends, anything you need.

But the moment he feels like another guy might end up in first place?

Absolutely the fuck not.

There was no reason for Kuroo to worry. He knew it. You knew it. But the moment one of your coworkers started giving you a ride home, he decided things were getting a little too friendly. 

And he would never demand 100% of your time, your attention. That just wasn’t the kind of guy Kuroo was, and it wasn’t realistic anyway. You were a person. You deserved to have your friends, your family, your space, your fun. 

But you were his. And he was going to make sure it was drilled into your head before the night was over. 

“Please, Tetsu–” you all but whined. You didn’t know how long you’d been underneath him at this point. Your entire body was flushed with pleasure. You couldn’t think straight, couldn’t even come up with words. You had gotten so close at least a dozen times. A dozen edges that felt like a hundred. 

All because of his hands.

Kuroo had his fingers buried inside you now. He’d had them on your clit just minutes ago, though after edging three times it certainly felt like hours. Now, he had your two favorites stuffed inside you, pressing against all your inner buttons and making your head spin. 

“Aww, baby’s being so patient, aren’t you?” Tetsuro purred on his knees in front of you, his free hand pinning your hips to the bed with a bruising grip. “What do you think, princess? If I let you come right now, ‘re you gonna make a mess all over me?”

You knew what he wanted, knew that he wanted you to squirt. But you had only ever done it once for him, and it was a long time ago, when you were both a little too tipsy to care about having to change the sheets afterward. But now? Now, you weren’t sure if you could. 

“You’re still thinking too much, babygirl,” Kuroo said, his voice low and nurturing despite the filthy squelching sounds that his fingers were making inside your ruined pussy. “Eyes on me, princess.” It was a command disguised as a gentle coaxing. Your eyes, glazed over with pleasure and the effort to hold back your orgasm, finally met Tetsuro’s. “There’s my pretty girl,” he purred. 

The imaginary cord inside of you was wound so tight over and over, and you could tell it was about to snap, permission or no. 

“Whose are you, sweet girl?” Kuroo asked. He needed to hear you say it–to make you say it.

Your eyes widened a little bit as you realized, he really might not let you come. “Tets–”

“I said, whose are you?” he repeated. When you still couldn’t seem to find the words, his eyes darkened in that dominant way that only his could manage. “Answer, or I’ll edge you again.”

The edges of panic crept into your mind. You couldn’t handle being edged again. You were already so sensitive. “Yours! Yours, Tetsuro, I’m yours,” you chanted frantically, hoping that this time he’e actually let you come. 

“That’s fucking right,” Kuroo praised. “Now, come. And make a mess all over this fucking bed.”

Kenma Kozume

Honestly, Kenma’s not usually a jealous person. 

He knows you love him, and you’ve never given him a reason not to trust you.

Just like anyone else, though, there are little insecurities. 

And rather than getting possessive or angry, he just finds himself reminding you of all the reasons you keep him around.

It should’ve been such a simple interaction, really. 

You’d left your wallet on the train when you were on your way home. Someone had found it and had been kind enough to meet up with you in a coffee shop and return it. Kenma had even agreed to go with you, even though there wasn’t much he could’ve done in the way of protecting you. He had seen the entire interaction happen. There was nothing suspicious. You hadn’t even touched the man who came to return your wallet, hadn’t seemed to flirt or even bat your eyes in his direction. 

But he was tall. Extremely tall. Not that it normally mattered. But he also might’ve been handsome to some people, Kenma guessed, and his voice kind of sounded like warm butter when he spoke. And he was so kind, and your smile was so pretty when you looked up at him. But your smile was always pretty, especially when you were looking at Kenma. And it didn’t matter. 

But it did. 

Kenma wasn’t even really aware of what he was doing. But he spent the rest of the day doing whatever you wanted, his entire focus on you. He took you for lunch, then ice cream. He took you to your favorite little used bookstore, and he even stopped for a coffee on the way home.

And now, as the sun was setting outside your shared apartment, he was kneeling on the floor in front of your couch with his lips attached between your thighs. Kenma suckled sweetly on your clit, fingers kneading the squishy plush of your hips. His tongue dipped inside to taste your wetness before his lips returned to your clit. You’re his, you’re his, you’re so his. 

He wasn’t really sure if he was convincing you or himself.

Kenma fully moaned against your pussy as he tasted you, completely enraptured by the sight of your back arching in response to the pleasure he was giving you.. His tongue always made you dizzy. Your hands carded through his hair, continuously brushing it out of his face for him as he devoured you.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” you moaned, your voice barely above a whisper. The desire practically rolled off of you in waves. The buildup was completely delicious, making time seem to slow down around you. 

“So good… So perfect…” you told Kenma, looking down at him between your thighs. Your voice was husky, dripping with your need, and the words poured out of your mouth before your brain could even think to stop them. Not that you would’ve stopped him anyway. Kenma was perfect, and you were going to let him know that. 

Kenma whimpered under your praise, his tongue flickering over your clit in that way he knows you love so much. Your back arched again–fuck, you were pretty when you did that. 

“Baby… please, don’t stop…” you begged, your voice little more than a breathy moan as you got closer to that high you needed so badly. 

But he pulled his lips away. Your head fell back against the sofa cushions, and you let out an extended whine. “Not yet,” Kenma said, his breathing heavy and his voice raspy. You watched him let his pants and boxers fall to the floor, his dick hard and aching like you’d never seen before. 

You whimpered again at the sight. “Kenma,” you whined, “I was so close.”

“I said, not yet,” Kenma said again. His cock slid through your folds, coating himself in your liquid arousal. “This pussy is mine. And I’ll do what I want with it.”

Kotaro Bokuto

When Bokuto gets jealous, he just gets unbelievably sad. 

He’s not usually a possessive guy.

But he just loves having all of your attention. 

So sometimes, when you’ve had your attention on another guy, he just needs to be reminded that you love him, too.

Was he fucking pouting? 

You’d been out with your boyfriend all day, seemingly having a good time. And then you struck up an extended conversation with the barista at your local coffee shop, someone you’d become very friendly with because of your frequent visits. He’s a little too cute for Bokuto’s comfort. 

Really, he wasn’t trying to be short with you. It was just a few comments that came out harsher than he intended. Some indifference here, some feigned boredom there. It was a recipe for disaster, you thought. And you couldn’t figure out why. You’d been having a perfectly normal day together. Actually, it was one of the better days, because there was no practice, no travel. Just the two of you, going out grocery shopping.

It wasn’t until after you got home that you realized what exactly was going on. When you were watching TV, Bokuto laid his head in your lap, his arms clinging to your waist, his face buried into your stomach. You laced your fingers into his hair and called him cute, and you saw the tiny, proud smile that he tried to hide by nestling further into your belly.

That was how you ended up here. 

You straddled Kotaro’s lap, his cock buried inside you to the hilt. He was sitting on the bed, his back propped up against the headboard. “Fuck, you feel so good,” you said, starting to move your hips in your need to relieve the pressure low in your belly. “You fit me so perfectly.”

Bokuto’s hands gripped your waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh on your hips. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you as you rode him, your pace slow and deliberate, as if making some sort of point. But fuck you were so gorgeous, your tits bouncing ever so slightly as you rode. Your hands perched on his shoulders to keep your balance. Your eyebrows pinched together. Your lip was caught between your teeth. Tiny little whimpers were escaping your lungs. Everything about you was so beautiful and gorgeous, and you were undeniably his and–

Oh, he thought. 

But the thought didn’t stop him, didn’t make him falter for even a second. His hips started rising to meet yours with every thrust, forcing you to ride him faster. “That’s it,” Kotaro said through his teeth, one of his strong hands sliding up your side and gripping your breast. “That’s it. Keep goin’, yeah? Keep fuckin’ yourself on my cock.”

Bokuto’s lewd ramblings made you dizzy as his dick hit just the right spot inside you and kept hitting it. You let out absolutely the most sinful moan as you got closer to the high you wanted, the one you needed him to give you. “Fuck, don’t stop… Need more,” you moaned, leaning your forehead against his. 

“I’m not stopping. You close?,” Bokuto says, still flexing his hips to fuck up into you, forcing his own pace over the two of you. You nod in answer. “Yeah, that’s it. Come for me. That’s my girl.”

Keiji Akaashi

Akaashi is an overthinker. 

So while he isn’t necessarily jealous or possessive, he definitely does overthink things a lot.

And he isn’t afraid to call you out when he thinks you’re being a little too friendly with someone else.

Not that he thinks you would ever leave him. He’s just going to remind you why.

Thinking back on it, you could see why Akaashi did what he did. 

You’d been out to dinner. Not just any dinner. Your anniversary dinner. He had made a reservation. You’d gotten dressed up. He was ready to wine and dine you all evening, to spoil you all night the way you deserved.

And then he showed up.

Some guy you’d gone on a couple of dates with before Keiji was even in the picture happened to see you from across the room. And the idiot had the audacity to come speak to you like Akaashi wasn’t even there. 

And he wasn’t angry at you. God, no. Akaashi let you handle things your way. You were short in your responses, and when you finally introduced Keiji as your boyfriend and mentioned it was your anniversary, the guy finally left the two of you alone for the night. 

It didn’t stop him from overthinking the entire evening though. 

If things had been the other way around, if one of his exes had shown up on your anniversary date, he would’ve told her she was ruining his date. He would’ve said she needed to learn to read the room. He would’ve kissed you right in front of her for good measure. 

He supposed that wasn’t what would’ve actually happened. And he supposed you probably just didn’t want to make a scene in the middle of the restaurant. So he wasn’t really angry with you. God, he was never angry with you, especially once you flashed him that pretty smile…

After dinner, he brought you out to the parking lot, supposedly to drive you home. But he smirked and guided you into the backseat, where he pulled you onto his lap and kissed you like you were the only oxygen in the entire world.

It wasn’t long until you were a tangle of limbs and tongues and teeth. Akaashi had pulled your dress and bra down, your pebbled nipple caught in his mouth. He had pulled his cock out of his pants and shoved it inside you, pushing your panties aside and thrusting into you in one fell swoop. 

God, you were pretty like this. You were pretty always, Keiji couldn’t deny that. But your face was heated from the pleasure. Your dress was hiked up around your waist. One of your tits was hanging out of your dress. And fuck you felt so good wrapped around him, your hands perched on his shoulders as you awkwardly rode him in the back seat of his car. 

“Keiji…” you whined, the tone of your voice betraying just how good it felt to have him inside you. “I’m… so… close…”

Akaashi only hummed his approval against your nipple. He wouldn’t dare stop now. Not when you were right on the cusp of coming on him in the middle of this parking garage. Fuck, you were so hot. He kept rolling his hips to meet yours as you rode him, his tongue delicately swirling around your nipple. 

What you didn’t see was Akaashi locking eyes with the man who interrupted your date earlier. Your eyes were screwed shut and your head was thrown back in as you reached your peak. So your ex knew it was you, but you never got a chance to see him. 

As the guy walked away, Akaashi let go of your nipple and replaced his mouth with his hand, his thumb circling your peak. “That’s it,” he whispered. “That’s my girl.”