#yandere!tetsuro

[mango-bango-bby]

hiii i really liked your fic where reader told iwa that they hate him i wondered if you could do that but with kuroo thank you 🌸☁️🍒🧸🎀

♡ Eventually ♡

(A/N: Ahhhh so angsty 🥺🥺🥺 I hope you like this!! I’ve been kind of having writers block lately so I hope this turned out ok even with that!!!!)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, angst, kidnapping, forced kiss

Summary: You tell Kuroo that you hate him (Yan!Kuroo x GN!reader)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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You were friends with Kuroo before this whole situation. Looking back on it, you should’ve seen the signs. The signs that he was a bit too friendly and a bit too invested in what you were doing all the time.

He was always wondering where you were, he always wanted to be with you. Yet still, you never thought he would kidnap you.

You kick your legs out in protest, trying to yell even through the gag he had put on you. Kuroo simply watches, waiting until you calm down.

You don’t though, you continue to fight for what feels like hours, the fire was still in your eyes.

After a couple hours you weren’t fighting anymore, but you were still clearly angry at him. He can only assume that by the way you glare at him.

He takes a step towards you, pulling down the gag so it now rests around your neck. You can only think of one thing to say to him, something that you think will hurt him because of his obsession.

“I hate you, Kuroo Tetsuro, I hate you” You say, only hoping that you hurt him deeply. Which it does. It really does hurt him.

However he just tries to convince himself that it’s because your emotional from being kidnapped. Kuroo needs to keep it cool, he needs to show you how much he loves you.

Kuroo grabs your face into his hand despite your protests. “Get off of me! Get off, Kuroo!” You yell, trying to wiggle out of his grip. You can’t though and your protests are cut off from his kiss. Despite how he way holding you still with force, his kiss was gentle.

You try to get out of his grip, trying not to let him kiss you anymore. However he overpowers you easily, still forcing you into the sickeningly sweet kiss.

Kuroo pulls away from you, seeing that you were angry but he can also tell your scared. He gently caresses your cheek. “I know you hate me now but you’ll love me eventually” He says, he knows you can’t hate him forever.

You’ll eventually fall for him, he’ll make sure of that.

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[chattemagique]

🍼 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]?"

[springsmile]

removing the cancer

18+ | t. kuroo

descr: (how yandere kuroo deals with your overbearing mother) years of abuse from your overbearing, cancerous mother has transformed you into a feeble version of yourself & kuroo decides to take action.

warnings: parental death, murder, body shaming, emotional neglect from parent, kidnapping, mentions of suicide and self harm. (none of which is explicit or graphic, besides body shaming/neglect.)

how many times had he plucked you from your ball on the ground, a heap of tears, racked by waves of hysteria and betrayal, and cradled you back to security? had he kissed you, reaffirmed everything you needed to hear, and begged you not to return home?

its becoming clearer and clearer to kuroo that it’s not a matter of when but how.

how would he uncoil the roots of a possessive mother’s hold, tightening around your neck and yielding all oxygen flow, all room for movement and thought and choices? once he eliminated the cancer, then he could consider how to inject himself into your line of vision, of decision, of every thought and worry under the sun. when would you worry about what to make for dinner, and if kuroo was coming home late that day?

even now you’re panicked, teary eyed because you’re late to the family function, some crude fucking dinner with white claws leaving lightened rings on the polished wood tables, corn hole being set up on the opposing sides of the living area, and the incessant chatter and one-upping that he could tolerate, but he knew you couldn’t stomach.

“this is gonna be a shit show.” he’d huffed, inspecting your features closely from the corner of his eye. you’re the absolute opposite of elated, in its most extreme form. would that be dread? you’re dreading seeing your family, being trapped with them for an extended period of time. kuroo reaches for your hand.

“hey, it’s gonna be fine, babe. you know there’ll be a couple of jerky, offhanded comments but i’ll fend them off. no problem. i don’t have to worry about them not liking me.” he states, hoping to quell that troubled expression. he fails to address the growing concern, as bile bubbles in the pit of your stomach.

“it’s not them, tetsu, you know how my mom is. she likes my cousins more than me, and now that we’re late, she’s going to somehow manage to relate it to my worth as a human being.” your face crumbles, make-up creasing at the corners of your eyes, and your hands tremble. kuroo scowls.

“let’s ditch it then. fuck your mom. i’m sick of her treating you like this. she has no fucking right to tell you how you should be spending your money, how you should be dressing, what you should eat, how you should look— it’s bullshit, Y/n, and you know it.”

of course you knew it was bullshit, and yes, you knew it wasn’t true. but how are you to abandon your parent, the person you depended on for survival for the first integral years of your life? while she hurt you more than she helped you, you still loved your mother. her word is not truth, but it’s hard to accept it as anything else. there’s always a method to her madness, and if she sees you one way, who’s to say she’s wrong? maybe you were too chunky, maybe you did eat too much, and maybe the job you were working was a waste of time. and maybe you didn’t spend your money too responsibly. it was something to consider. your mother loves you, after all.

“i know she loves me. she just… has a tough way of showing it. she’s just concerned, that’s all.” you tell him, a weak smile on your lips as you push the car door open. kuroo grits his teeth, irritated as hell, because he can never, ever fucking win against your mother. the power you give that woman is astonishing.

as soon as you’re through the front door, your older cousin is shoving a can of hard seltzer in your hand. it’s already cracked open and slick. you take a sip, and ask where your mom is. she motions to the kitchen.

kuroo is quick to rejoin you by your side, idle conversation with your materialistic family was not something he preferred to engage in, and he’d much rather nip a breakdown following a conversation with your mother in the bud than exchange pleasantries.

“hi mom.” you greet feebly, watching her back as she pushes a glass pan into the oven. she throws her mitts off, and spins around to face you with an aggravated expression.

“christ, y/n, you knew i needed help in the kitchen. you couldn’t bother coming a little earlier to help me out? i can’t ever fucking rely on you, you’re too damn lazy.”

kuroo watches you visibly deflate, curling into yourself instinctively, taking the blow with heavy resignation. “i’m so sorry, mom, i didn’t want tetsurou to speed through the traffic. i didn’t mean to, but i promise, i’m here to help you now. what can i do?”

she scoffs, effectively ignoring you as she returns to the cutting board on the counter, removing the stem from bell pepper laying atop it.

kuroo is already sick of it, sick of the breakdown he would have to deescalate later, no thanks to your deadbeat, piece of shit mother, and sick of how quickly you accepted defeat.

“well hello to you, too, y/m/n.” kuroo gets in, your mother simply grunts at him in response. kuroo’s eye twitches, but for the sake of your happiness, he keeps his mouth shut.

you try to resurrect whatever mood had illuminated the kitchen before, examining the contents of the bowl next to the stove and observing it needed to be mixed. as soon as it’s in your hands, it’s ripped away from your grip, your smug mother is eager to tell you,

“quit being such a pig. you can have one serving like everyone else when i’m done. just go sit down and try not to eat all of the appetizers.”

you want to cry, so so badly. you wished you were shocked, you wished that you hadn’t been expecting this, that this was out of the ordinary, and that it hurt so much lesser than it did. you wear your emotions so immensely on your face, and kuroo barely manages to keep it together.

“oh shit, babe, i forgot how bad of a cook your mom is. let’s go grab something else to eat. go say goodbye to your family, alright?” he tells you, the smile on his lips is tight with rusted hinges, creamy ripples in the corners.

your family was trailer trash, he knew that. they were self-absorbed, petty, and materialistic—everything that you were not. within that frame of time, he decides that you weren’t going to be around that anymore for your own good, and he knew you probably wouldn’t be happy with it at first, but you’d come to realize that it was better this way soon enough.

kuroo was going to perform surgery.

it’s when you come home from an exhausting day of work, and you want nothing more than to be held in the strong arms of your boyfriend when you get the news: mom was dead. murdered, and brutally at that.

you’re not tearful. in fact, you feel nothing at all. there’s no dread, no sorrow, no relief. there’s nothing to process, and yet kuroo regards you carefully, cupping your face gingerly as he wipes nonexistent tear tracks from under your eyes.

“how are you feeling, princess?”

before, you’d noticed kuroo was a little more high strung than usual, more alert. you attributed it to anxiousness, having to deal with the explosive aftermath of the discovery, the realization and your shock, but you could also recognize that kuroo wasn’t all there. he was watching you attentively, genuine concern was evident, but he was fervent.

he continues to speak, despite your silence, “that old bitch had it coming, baby. one of these days, she was going to drop dead from her last cigarette, or someone was going to get her. it was inevitable.”

was it? she seemed lively enough the weekend prior. alive and well enough to tell you how much of a pig you are and how disappointing you were. you always neglect to acknowledge that side of her, the facade, the front of charisma that had others insisting that she must be a great mother; that you were lucky. you can’t imagine who wanted to hurt her…

“and, now that she’s gone, y/n, i think we should consider moving to the town over—“

“tetsu, no. no. i… i need to stay here. with my family, with my…” your saliva is thick, like honey, in the back of your throat, “mom. i want to stay here with my mom. i can’t leave her.”

his chest rumbles beneath you as he groans, the vibrations shook your core, “i was hopin’ you wouldn’t say that.”

how many times had he held you so closely following a nasty argument with your mom? when she shamed you for going up a size? how often was he the only ally in your corner?

he couldn’t understand what evoked this reaction; as your primary caretaker, he expected more trust from you. less fear, less anger, and certainly less crying.

the house is so cute, so you. it’s conveniently remote, tucked into a generously distanced suburban neighborhood. the houses aren’t on top of each other, and the grocery store is a good 20 minute drive. he furnished the house to mirror what he understood you liked, so why were you so unhappy?

you’re situated on the edge of the bed, it’s king sized, plush, and aesthetically pleasing. but you’re pissed. scowling, the cuff grating the skin on your ankle shrinks beneath the heat of your glare.

“this is fucking crazy. you’re fucking crazy.” you’re saying, too sick and too bemused to look him in the eye. he can’t stand it.

“yeah, i’m crazy. i’m the one who defends the person who has driven them to the point of near suicide and self harm and extreme depression, that i literally cannot function without support.” he spits. he was leant against the doorframe, observing for signs of life or perhaps forgiveness and resignation. he was met with neither. just that same pathetic anger, unmatched and unrivaled by his strength.

you falter at his words, and he smirks. he could dismantle any and all arguments you posed with an apathetic definitiveness, and it made the hair on your arms stand, and your heart fall.

“tetsurou, i don’t want to be here. i wanted to stay by my family. it doesn’t matter how badly they’ve treated me, and i fucking know the bad outweighs the good, but i… i just can’t. i can’t leave them behind. i don’t want to cut them out, they’re all i have. they’re my family.” you’re tearful, pleading, but you’ve gotten thus far without any retreat from kuroo. and that spoke volumes—this was the way it was going to be. you just couldn’t accept it.

in the midst of your plea, he had gritted his teeth and stalked toward you. his hand, rough and firm, grips your chin, guiding it upward. your eyes meet his.

he’s pained slightly, but his eyes are more stoney and unwavering than all else. he is eternally unyielding, and it’s painful.

“i’m your family, y/n.” he says.

“you’re right.” you concede. “you are my family, well, you’re like them, anyway. you’re making my decisions for me, you’re hurting me, and you don’t care. you rationalize it with a smile and some bullshit apology, some crap you tell yourself and you think i’ll just accept. but this? this is wrong. this is not love. i’m your prisoner.”

“jesus christ!” he swears, bringing his hand to his head to seize a fistful of hair. “everything i do, everything i’ve done, it’s been for you! i fucking love you, y/n. i would kill for you.”

oh. “kill?”

you fall back onto the bed, sickly. the soft cotton prickles your skin, and the pale ceiling, smoothed to perfection, is spinning in taunting circles before your eyes.

“y/n?”

kill, he’d kill for you. kill. kill. kill.

your ankle is bolstered to the floor, you’re fucking helpless. before you stands the master of your fate, the shaper of your past, the fucking killer of your mother. he’s the warden, and yet he is also the doting boyfriend.

you lick your lips. you could work with that.

[a-tiny-teez]

Haikyuu

Karasuno

Hinata Shoyo

Kageyama Tobio

Asahi Azumane

Nishinoya Yu

Sugawara Koushi

Aoba Johsai

Oikawa Tooru

Iwaizumi Hajime

Nekoma

Kouzume Kenma

Kuroo Tetsuro

Haiba Lev

Fukurodani

Bokuto Koutaro

Akaashi Keiji

Akinori Konoha

Shiratorizawa

Wakatoshi Ushijima

Satori Tendou

Eita semi

Inarizaki

Miya Atsumu

Miya Osamu

Kita Shinsuke

Suna Rintaro

[bokutosmochi]

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.

[midnightlee25]

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.

[shaisuki]

─── 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

[dolliestfairy]

Yandere Vampire Men x Chubby!Nun!reader

𑁍 Tw; Stalking, Monster-Fucking, Obsessiveness, Somnophilia, Noncon/dubcon, breeding kink (?), biting(obv), harshy grabbing, blood mentioned, virginity-take, the words 'rotten', implied murdering & religious theme. dead dove. Chubby Reader Fics With No Skintone Of Reader Mentioned.

This is a dark yandere fanfiction. if you dont like it then just block me ;) ୧₊˚

୨୧💭 thinking abt yandere!vampire!men who is obsessed with chubby!nun!reader. yandere!vampire!men whos freezing heart is now stuck with you. yandere!vampire!men whos colded heart is melting from fluttering once his eyes meet your plump & round appereance. yandere!vampire!men who eats all the other nuns & peoples who talked down on you. no creature ever should tell you what to do or else he'll rip their jaws off and snatched their ribs open. yandere!vampire!men who wants you to be his spouse, he wants you to be with him forever in the dead life! isnt that sound so spectacular my dear? yandere!vampire!men whos hands likes to touch your big ol thighs while you were sleeping, rubbing them softly up and down. at first it was belly, but the way of where he placed his hands is getting lower as he touch your thighs and later on his hands would touch your pussy and rubbing it softly within his fingers. putting his fingers in the middle of the entrance of your pussy lips. yandere!vampire!men who soon enough is inside you while you're half unconscious. whispering in your ears of how he is your savior and later on you'll get to marry him in the after life in which you just nod while your body is basically served his own. yandere!vampire!men who harshly grabbed your waist and stretch it apart, grabbing it so hard you can really feel his claws makes a pattern of it. it was feeling hurt enough to make you yelp until he start to put his fangs into your neck. pushing through your flesh while the blood slowly came out of the holes where his fangs made. slowing his thrust speed as you felt your body go warm and warm, until your vision start to become more and more blur, when your vision was starting to look white as you passed out at the chruch in the middle of the night where you just handed your virginity over someone or some 'creature' that you dont even know about. as your head and vision slowly and slowly become more unconscious, where you heard the creature muttering "finally, you are mine now."

Those Cold-blooded Vampires Are ;

OBITO UCHIHA, RYOMEN SUKUNA, Geto Suguru, Mahito, Nanami, Sasuke uchiha, VLAD TEPES, Hades, Sae Itoshi, Bachira, HOSHIGAKI KISAME, Mikey, Eren, Jack The Ripper, Kuroo Tetsuro, Semi Eita, Tsukishima Kei, Suna Rintarou, ITTO, Dottore, WRIOTHESLEY, Diluc, Zhongli, Kakashi Hatake, EVERY DIABOLIK LOVERS MEN, Buddha, Johan, Tendou, Oikawa & MALLEUS.

[apollodarling-writes]

yanderes who will literally worship the ground you walk on.

yanderes who believes you’re a princess/goddess/prince/god/royalty/deity

yanderes who will sacrifice people to you and leave you notes describing their sacrifice

yanderes who are literally so sweet but can flip in an instant

yanderes who will cuddle you and give you everything you will ever want

yanderes who will love you no matter what you do, who you are, what you look like, etc

yanderes who are delusional and think that you smiling at them means that you’re in love

yanderes who would kill you and then themselves so no one could have you

yamaguchi tadashi, sugawara koshi, asahi azumane, daichi sawamura, kuroo tetsuro, bokuto kotaro, nishinoya yu, tanaka ryunnosuke, hinata shoyo, yachi hitoka, midoriya izuku, kaminari denki, momo yaoyorozu, kirishima eijiro, gon freecs, takemichi hanagaki, chifuyu matsuno, shinichiro sano, akashi senju, kazutora hanemiya, sanzu haruchiyo, hinata hyuga, tanjiro kamado, zenitsu agatsuma, giyu tomioka, shinobu kocho, mutsuri kanroji, tengen uzui, rengoku kyojuro, mutsuki tooru, shirazu ginshi, juzo suzuya, hideyoshi nagachika,

[yanderenightmare]

Hi there, question kind of? How would you rank the Haikyuu boys (not all of them clearly you can pick) in terms of most likely to be possessive towards their partner? I'm curious of your take :)

HAIKYUU ! HEADCANONS

haikyuu boys x darling

TW: yandere, possessive, obsessive and controlling behaviour, abuse, manipulation

Most possessive haikyuu boys, you say...

Is all of them an option?

I mean... these are competitors, and personally, I think competitors are a very specific breed of somewhat toxic feelings – and that’s aside from their grandiose sense of self. We have a name for it in Norwegian; we call them competition-humans– which basically refers to that feral state some people get into during a competition, where they have complete tunnel vision and lack all sorts of a moral compass in their chase of victory.

And I think competitors as yanderes view love with that same type of tunnel vision. How they have a goal to reach, and nothing and no one is going to stop them, and nothing and no one is going to take it away from them.

That being said… I think some of the Haikyuu boys are more competitive than others.

Oikawa Toru Possessive & Controlling

“If you’re gonna hit it, hit it ‘til it breaks.” – that’s his motto, stating his principle of never going at things half-assed – his aim to be the best, in addition to the middle finger he shows anyone who doesn’t cut it.

Victory is his way of life. And his relationships better live up to it. Anything less would just be embarrassing. 

Losing his girl would be embarrassing. 

Moreover, anything you do reflects on him, and he’d be damned if it reflects poorly. So you bet your ass he’s possessive of you – and controlling. You’re part of his great empire of success, and losing you would be like this huge stain, this huge defeat – failure. And Oikawa Toru doesn’t fail. Oikawa Toru doesn’t get defeated. Oikawa Toru doesn’t lose.

Kageyama Tobio Possessive & Obsessive

The perfect set can’t be completed if he drops the ball. You are his perfect set, and he’s never ever dropping the ball with you – never losing you and never ever letting you go.

He wants you screaming his name in the bleachers – be his cheerleader – keep your eyes on him and only him. Tell him how great he was. Be his victory prize, his trophy, his treat.

He wants to feel you at his fingertips – drag them over your smooth skin and just touch you – keep you all to himself. And he doesn’t want anyone doing the same. Seeing people talk to you is bad enough. He needs you to focus on him like he’s the only one on the court, and everyone else is just extras – sorry pawns in his triumph.

Kuroo Tetsuro Possessive & Smug

You’re the biggest reason behind that big fat grin of his – because he knows that he has something no one else has. His object of envy – a big 'ol fuck you to absolutely everyone.

More than a trophy, more than arm candy, more than a crown atop his head – you’re his lucky golden ticket into heaven – his cheat sheet that makes him feel like a winner – superior. And everyone else can suck it. 

They can look all they want – seethe with jealousy – hate him. It’ll only make him savor it more. Seeing those frustrated looks on people’s faces, like he’s beating them – like he’s got something that everyone else wants but can’t have because it’s his.

Kenma Kozume Possessive & Fanatical

Losing you means game over – and he isn’t in the mood to restart. He’s put time and effort into your relationship – and since life’s only option is hardcore mode, he hasn’t been able to leave any checkpoints.

You’re not player two; you’re all the valuable loot he’s picked up along the way. His precious inventory. His xp and upgrades and level x – his special limited edition item. You belong to him; he’s earned you.

He’s been dedicated and worked hard and put too much effort into achieving you – so no way is he about to share you with anyone who hasn’t chipped in, and he’s most certainly not about to lose you either.

They’d have to beat him first.

Kyotani Kentaro Possessive & Dogged

He goes for the throat. People can test him – fucking try it – they’d be lucky if they could count the cuts, fractures, and breaks. He doesn’t let up easily, and once he sees a sliver of red – he isn’t stopping until that’s all he sees.

And you – try and leave; he’s like a dog with a bone – his canines will remain deep and only bite down deeper if you try and break free. The look on his face is enough to make you wince without the way he twists your hair in his fist.

People are afraid to be seen with you. Talking to you is like blood on the breeze, and maddog comes at them with fangs bared, ready to bite before barking. He doesn’t take it easy on you either – like a hound tearing his toy apart before another pup can get to it.

tip-jar: Kofi

[iwaasfairy]

┌─ “ „ SLICE ─┐

tw. noncon ! , pseudo-cest, coercion, explicit gore ! , a lot of blood, body horror, side character death, serial murders, yandere, bodily harm, explicit descriptions of violence wordcount. 6.7k

a/n.  day 3 of kinktober ♡♡♡  this counts for all of my fics, but for this one I feel like i have to say it extra loud, please read the warnings. i normally don't write stuff quite this explicit, and i really wanted to push myself a little with this one, and I know this isn't going to be everyone's cup of tea.

also, I hope I don't have to say this, but I'm not trying to glorify anything that happens in this fic. it's the closest to horror i'll probably get in my work, and it's meant to be horror. I'm not trying to romanticize this. inspired by the horror movies i've been watching and thank you miss @seijorhi for betaing. i hope you like this fic because i really liked writing it!! mwuah!

kuroo tetsuro x fem!reader

Toughness isn’t a trait that is well-respected enough in his humble opinion. It’s not the ability to claw your way out of a hole or the ability or relate that makes a person, but the ability to endure. It’s how he was raised, how he’s been since he was a child— and it’s the toughness that people have over any other living thing that he might just appreciate most about the human experience. It’s maybe no wonder then that he loves watching the toughness in people crawl out of them like a slow seep of oil spilling into a lake— polluting everything around it. After a while of lasting through pain, everything else rots away, and the only light left in people's eyes often is that they’ve endured this long.

It’s almost victorious, really; to watch it start to break out in people. There’s an art to it. A magic.

Until he snuffs that dying light out, of course.

It’s not like he doesn’t respect their struggle. But if this hunger is his cross to bear, then he’ll bear it. It’s one he’ll be damned to fuck up with some misplaced mercy. Mercy only causes liabilities. His scarred hands are cold as he slips the panties into his pant pocket, rubbing the wet fabric between his fingers, before he moves and wraps his hands around the wooden handle to lift it over his shoulder, before bringing it down again with sickening efficiency. The axe silences the last of the pitiful, pained humming in the air— with a heavy thump of bone giving in, it’s splattered across the polished stone of the bank. There’s not much left of her to identify.

And the water will clean it out as the level rises again. But still he takes a moment to sit by her side, staring out over the soft waves of the river, and takes a deep, long breath of the copper-tasting air. Wet blood drips off the blade of the axe along the thick coat of molasses-like proof of the ones before, and creates a perfectly shallow pool of red that runs down all the way to the water, before he lets the handle drop entirely from his grasp.

His breath comes out in floaty, little clouds that disperse so easily into the cold, and make his lashes damp. Away from all the bustle of the city, there’s an unmistakable peace that rings like home. It’s nice and quiet out here.

+

You remember losing your left front tooth to an almost uncanny amount. Among other things, it was the last truly long summer in Tokyo.

Your eyes are wide as you’re stood in the living room with your hands fisted into your skirt and your mouth open as Kenma’s fingers prod around your gums. Even though he washed his hands… you can’t help but pout and frown. “Nw- ii—dan,” you mumble softly, and watch as he pulls his fingers out with a grimace and wipes them on his shirt.

“Yeah, yeah, give me a minute,” the brunet sighs, then slips the band around his wrist to tie his hair out of the way and sits back onto the back of the couch. “How’d this happen in the first place?” He prompts you to open your mouth again, watching with a slight smile as you loll your tongue out like a dog and try to speak with your mouth open, making a noise as your spit goes everywhere. “Put your tongue back, idiot. You’ll choke.”

“Bi—ss- an app—e -w.”

Kenma nii takes a deep breath as his face goes back to one of concentration, and you try your best to hold the instinct to wiggle your loose tooth like it’s a game. You’d get in Kenma’s way— and it’s plenty hard to get his help in the first place. But your brother seems focused enough on the task, if a little annoyed, even with his hands full of your spit. You’ll have to remember to thank him later. He fiddles around with it for a little more, before letting out an annoyed sound. “I can’t get a good grip on it.”

“I can try.”

Kuroo san speaks up from where he’s sat on the couch facing you two, staring at the way your face is scrunched up, half in amusement, half in concern. His big eyes are already pinpointing the issue in a way that only a meticulous person like he can, tongue trapped between his teeth. He only gets a shrug out of Kenma, but is quick enough to put the volleyball down and get up to where you’re standing. The noiret’s long legs carry him close, before he puts one hand on his knee to crouch down to you and pull you a few steps toward him.

And though Kuroo san is only a year older than your big brother, you’ve always found it somewhat odd to understand. For all the things that make them get along, they’re extremely different. Kuroo’s bright and bold and prods at people’s borders for sport. And well, Kenma… doesn’t. You’ve never really seen Kuroo as a neighborhood friend. He’s more like your big brother’s big brother, if anything. He spent the last three summers at your house, has slept over more times than you can count too. And you can count high.

His long legs bend until you’re just about face to face, and Kuroo’s natural smile puts you at ease just as well as Kenma can. Your big brother who you glance over to for confirmation, and who’s already let his attention go back to his game as he plops down into the couch. “No need to get comfortable, Kenma,” Kuroo says quickly, receiving a groan from the younger boy— but he doesn’t give it more attention. Instead he pats you on the head and then motions to his shoulder. “Hold on to me real tight, m‘kay? There’s going to be a little pinch.” You fist your hand into Kuroo’s red jacket automatically at his prompting, before he smiles and you mirror it.

And he then slides his thumb along your lip to pull it upward a little, before looking up at you. “Ready?” You nod before you think. Kuroo san’s quick to wipe his hands on his pants, breathe a soft ‘1, 2, 3,’ and just as easily yank the dangling tooth out of your skull with only a little noise of acknowledgement. “O~kay.” It’s more than a little pinch. It hurts. Hurts and feels weird and gross all at once.

The waterworks are activated before you can even think about it, tasting blood and salty tears all over your tongue as Kuroo inspects the damage. “Don’t cry, you did great!” He walks to the kitchen to fish the cupboards for a handkerchief, sticking it quickly under the tap before coming back to you with big steps. And though you’re still crying, his voice is pleasant as he nudges your face his way. “You’re fine, little bug, come here.” The blood is cleaned up and the rag pressed against it, and you hold it dutifully in place as he leans to pick you up and swings you onto his hip with a smile. He’s just … pleasant. You can’t explain it any better.

“Wanna watch your niisan and Tetsuro play?” he asks.

Again you find yourself nodding, and wipe your wet lashes— and spend the rest of that day watching the older boys play in the yard for the last free days before Kenma will be starting highschool. And swing your legs left and right each time either of them ask for some water, before hopping up and sprinting over with a small smile. You remember liking the heat of Tetsuro’s hand on your head, and the way your big brother lifts you into his neck with an almost-grin as he manages to make the older boy miss. You remember the split second of pure bliss falling asleep in a heap on the lawn with the both of them tuckered out from practice.

It’s only a couple days later they find the first girl, a middle schooler barely a few years your senior.

+

You only remember bits and pieces of the ones afterward. Life didn’t change too much for you, after all, but your parents were more vigilant after that. You weren’t allowed to go out without taking one of the guys with you, and Kenma would often walk you back from school. You were probably too young to understand fully why your mom would watch you come and go with such a concerned look on her face. She was worried… it was only natural.

But you suppose all that worrying didn’t save the next girl they found, because there was a next.

Another middle schooler, younger this time. There’s a memorial for her at the school across town, and though you don’t have to attend, her picture is plastered everywhere over your own school too. You can’t help but find something familiar in the soft smile, all bright eyed and friendly.

And you cling a little harder to Kenma’s hand that evening when you walk, leaning your head against his arm.

You also recall when the announcement of an evening curfew came blasting from the tv and how everyone around the table went a bit quieter. You didn’t use to eat dinner with the device playing before, but… you can’t help a parent’s worry. Your own happy chattering slowly drops off when even Kenma across from you turns to listen, and Kuroo falls quiet at the head of the table; your mom going a bit paler in the cheeks. ‘This morning, another young girl— Due to the recent events— curfew,’ only parts of it really enter the whirlwind of thoughts. Because you might not be old enough to fully understand, but you do see the way your mom stares at you with a sort of barely-hidden glaze, and how your father takes her hand to squeeze it.

Even Kenma nii, the world’s most unshakable person in your mind, puts his utensils down to get up for some water. It’s only Kuroo who dares break the awkward silence by clearing his voice, and saying the thing everyone’s thinking. “What a load of shit.” It lingers in the room like a badly worded joke, but you can tell, your mom agrees. “Instead of finding the guy doing it…” He doesn’t bother to hide the grimace as he scoops some more rice into his bowl, and Kenma returns to the table.

“Well, hopefully they will, soon.” Then your big brother pauses for a second, before he reaches over the table to pinch your nose softly, and sends you a hint of a smile. It’s starting to become a common sight, that melancholic expression people have when talking to you. The poor girl they show is yet another girl close enough to your age to make your chest feel a bit tighter, staring up at the tv as the reporter rambles. She’s cute, has the same pretty eyes as the last. She also reminds you a little of yourself— and that; that’s the thing that sets goosebumps erupting all over your skin. Biting your lip, picking at the ends of your hair for some kind of distraction.

You only look back down from the screen when Kuroo’s pinky softly brushes your own and pulls you back down to earth, and his golden eyes flick over your expression with a sad understanding, before he properly takes your hand to squeeze it.

Your mom is less good at concealing her concern, and the almost constant furrow in her brows doesn’t stir as the news finally moves on. Her pretty features are scrunched up as she forces a bit of food onto her fork. “Tetsuro kun, how about you sleep over? I don’t want you to go walking home alone tonight.”

It’s that night you stumble into the bathroom in the late hours to find the light on. As you peek in, you watch how Kuroo’s staring in the mirror with his hair a mess, no shirt, and seems so lost in thought he doesn’t even notice you until you push open the door further. “Kuroo san?”

His eyes narrow for just a moment, before he takes a deep breath at the sight of your form in the doorway. “Oh, it’s you. I… got up for a drink, and then I couldn’t sleep. A lot on my mind, you know.” His handsome face is a little puffy from rest, you can tell. He turns to you halfway to grin. “You’re a little overthinker too, hm? Did you know you talk when you’re dreaming?” You don’t know what to say to that, but it heats up your cheeks enough to make you feel, and look, doubly flustered.

“No, I didn’t… And I gotta pee, so-” You trail off as you watch Kuroo dry off his hands with slow, meticulous motions, before he hums. There’s scars all over his hands. Small ones, but also long lines like gashes, or scratched open skin, some newer than others. It makes for a pretty painful sight, criss crossed all over his palms, fingers, wrists. When he notices you stare, he only puts the towel away, but leaves his hands outstretched as if presenting them to you.

“Ah… scars from… receiving practice.” He’s smiling, but there’s something … It’s weird. You feel weird, hair on your arms standing up. It’s just the dark. It’s the dark. “Not pretty, is it? Looks a little scary.” Kuroo continues when you don’t speak, and wiggles his fingers.

But his eyes are so dim in this light you can’t read them, even zeroed in on your face. And your stomach turns, clearly upset. The news really is making you all anxious. And you’ve seen Kuroo in just as little clothing before, at the pool and at the beach, but… Your oversized, borrowed Nintendo shirt feels too sheer for how close the black haired boy is standing, or how rapidly your heart is patterning in your chest. Even if- he’s like a big brother- even if you know Kuroo doesn’t think like that, you can’t help but stare. And he must notice, because he slowly blinks. “What are you thinking?”

As he grabs the door handle, you back up to let him pass instinctively, and shake your head left to right. “Oh, just… It’s how you are, isn’t it? You always do things as well as you can.” It’s not a good answer, really, but Kuroo seems to take comfort in it anyway, and rests his hand onto your shoulder. Before he slides it up along your collarbone and up to your throat ever so slowly, gripping you there as if to hold you in place. You don’t dare breathe, let alone move as he seems to take all the time in the world appraising you, swiping his thumb along the vulnerable area.

“Give me a kiss?” You’re used to giving both of them goodnight kisses… but your muscles strain as you slowly press a peck to his soft cheek, before allowing him to wrap his other arm around your shoulders. He hums, sinks to your level to rest his lips to your forehead, and takes another long breath against your frozen state. He finally lets go after a few more frozen breaths, and wishes you goodnight for a second time that evening.

And it’s late, and definitely Kuroo looks a bit out of it, but you can’t calm down even in the safety of your own bed. That Kuroo is only one room over.

You don’t get much sleep that night.

+

“Tetsuro aniki~” you groan as the guy, who towers over you at the best of moments, wraps his long fingers around your hand and sways it left and right. His eyes shine with a soft glitter in the resting light of the afternoon, casting a golden edge around his figure. “I promised mom I’d head straight ho~me. And Kenma asked me to watch him beat the final boss too, so—”

“I’ll walk you home in a second,” Kuroo swears, dark hair a sweeping mess over his one eye. You kinda want to brush it back, and smack him in the back of the head for hauling you around. But you don’t, evidently, instead readjusting your bookbag and starting to fall into a lazy walk behind him as his grin goes from excited to triumphant so easily. As your eyes track the way his pants legs move with every step, you can’t help but giggle that he’s about to outgrow his highschool uniform. Not that he’ll need it for very much longer anyway. In a few months he’ll be going off to college, and then only months after that Kenma too. It’ll be weird.

You two walk in silence until you get to the less crowded streets of the Tokyo outskirts, and then a little past that too. It’s more open here, more room to breathe, to think. You know Tetsuro comes here often for his runs, and you can kind of see why. It’s in the way the lowering sun catches the river all the way along to the horizon, glittering brilliantly with golden and orange streaks. You let him pull you to a halt and push some quarters into a vending machine, as he lifts his shoulders and then drops them again. “Have you ever had a secret?” He doesn’t look at you while grabbing the drinks out of the tray, or even when he hands one to you and pops open the other.

But you suck your tongue and think, before opening your own. You childishly put your hand on your hip, and tilt your head. “If you’re trying to get me to air out my secrets it’s not going to work.”

“That’s not what I’m doing. Although…” Tetsuro chuckles, before glancing up at you. His sharp eyes have a frightening intensity for just a flash of a second, but it’s gone by the time he looks aside. “No, no, I’m being serious,” he confirms, and that smart mouth pulls up at the corners, “for now.”

“Hmm, well then. Are you thinking of any secret in particular?”

There’s a long silence. Filled with soft chirps of birds and wind, but long, long enough to have your mouth break open a sliver. Before you can speak though, the noiret blinks and stretches his arms above his head. “Nope.” He pops the ‘p’ and smiles, and though it crinkles the sides of his eyes, you can’t help but feel like… there’s something dishonest about it. “Just thinking out loud.” He shrugs, and slurps at the can a little too obnoxiously, before walking back over to you to sit down on one of the street railings, long legs tucked under himself. “Let’s say you had a hypothetical secret though, an important one.”

“Mhm,” you respond.

“Then you wouldn’t tell anyone that secret, would you?”

There’s a few seconds of silence again, but this time you dare look up at Kuroo, focusing on the way his eyes travel along the landmarks of your face. It’s awfully intimate. You can’t help but think Kenma wouldn’t like this, whatever it is. “I guess it depends on what the secret is, and who it’s affecting. I don’t think I could keep a secret from nii nii, at the very least.” Tetsuro’s golden eyes glide down to your mouth as you talk, before he chuckles again, bites his lip, then rubs his hand along his chin. And hops off of the bar, swinging his arms around like he’s nervous. You don’t get it. “What?”

“You’re a clever one,” is all Tetsuro responds, pillowy lips keeping a soft smile. Then he walks back over to you with all his height and lean but defined muscle, so much more intense than usual. “You really are clever.” He leans down and grabs your face between his two hands to look into your eyes, before continuing in a softer tone as your heart beats out of control once again. “I like that about you.”

+

You hear an unfortunate amount about the next two girls found in the months following, and each fact people happen to mention over drinks, in the paper, while walking along the street makes you wish everyone would just shut up. Defiled and bruised, strangled, and skulls bashed in by a sharp, heavy object. They show the pictures on the news, not the gruesome ones, but enough of them to turn your stomach and make you want to dry heave on the lawn to get the taste out your mouth. One of the girls had been dead for almost 6 weeks, they estimated, was fished out of the river naked and blue and headless. You can only wonder why the hell it took them so long to find her, but you don’t stick around long enough to hear. A terrible fate. The pictures of their smiling faces are always just as bad though. It’s uncanny. Same hair, same eyes, similar age and same general shape—

Looking in the mirror is so much harder that night, pulling your hair down from your ponytail. Because you just can’t shake the feeling that… you’d fit his type, if he were to ever see you walking around Tokyo.

But you get lucky, apparently. Because for all the stories and morbid reminiscing people seem to love doing, you never run into the freak. And though you feel sorry for the victims, the fear slowly starts fading. Winter comes and passes, and by spring, Kuroo moves into his college dorms. You can tell it takes a toll on Kenma. You can’t lie and say you don’t miss him either. Everything’s different for you too, though. After the six girls in those three tense years, the culprit suddenly seems to vanish into thin air. One month goes by, four, eight, and there’s no more trace of him— no more crippling fear about having to wear a skirt to school, or glaring at every person you walk by.

Of course, any trail the police go after soon goes cold, and the loss of those girls lingers.

+

You’re already eighteen when you see Kuroo again for the first time in years… and resort to flinging yourself around his neck with a smile and a well deserved congratulations. His graduate cap looks good on him, as does the smile painted on his pretty lips. Kenma’s familiar scowl is nowhere to be found despite swearing up and down that rooming with Kuroo has been an absolute nightmare, and the blooming bouquet that Tetsuro has tucked under his arm is only half as bright and wonderful as he is.

As your family and Tetsuro’s mom head off to drive to a restaurant to celebrate, you stay behind with him for a little longer, watching. The boy you knew looks so different now. The same, but entirely foreign too. You don’t illusion yourself to think that he stayed the same in his years away, and neither did you for that matter. You can tell in the way he can’t seem to stop looking at you, that Tetsuro sees it too. As you walk side by side, the familiar banter also comes quickly. You’re a lot sharper now than you used to be. Better able to match his pace, and his arm is warm when he leans into you with a laugh. “No, no— but, you’ve always been something special.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He doesn’t hesitate, just stares at your visage again. “You’ve always been… different to me, I don’t know. Since before I left, even.” You know your face is going hot in the cheeks, but there’s not a single thing you can do to stop it. It’s just… he smells so nice, familiar, and yet so much more grown, more mature than he was. He looks it too, buffed up a lot since middle and highschool— and though he was always huge compared to you, he feels even bigger. “You’ve changed so much though. Grew into yourself. It looks good on you,” he seems to mirror your thoughts, and sends your skin up in flames at that.

You let it hang in the air without a word though, because really, there’s nothing for you to say, right? He’s Kenma nii’s best friend. His longest lasting companion. Kuroo’s always been good at keeping you, and the conversation, going, so he breezes over it too. “Oh, I bought a house.”

“You bought a house?”

“Sure did,” he smiles, sliding his large hand around in his back pocket to pick out a set of keys that he presents to you a little too proudly.

But you’re more than glad to indulge him. “Shut up, no way. You capitalist scumbag.” Kuroo laughs with his whole body, and lets the joy crinkle up his eyes as his black mop of hair sweeps along his brows— before his hand lands alongside yours, and picks it up into his. Fingers tangle with yours so easily you’re almost lulled into believing that it really isn’t a big deal at all. But you know better.

“You’ll get it when you see the place.” Though you try to pull your hand out of his, he squeezes it a little harder when he notices, and doesn’t let his grin fade. “What? I can’t hold your hand?”

“Of course you can, but… I don’t know.”

“If you don’t know, then relax. Stop worrying.” You find yourself listening, much to Tetsuro’s amusement. He mulls the next words over for a few more seconds, before leaning into your ear much too close, and letting his lips brush the shell of your ear. “I missed having you around to drive me crazy.” Kenma nii is going to kill you for the thoughts you’re having.

+

You’re propped up onto the kitchen counter as Tetsuro talks, pouring more champagne, and most of the guilt is slowly melting away the longer the night goes on. Kenma had to get back home to stream a couple hours ago, and the family all went back right after dinner already— and you’re still giggling along with the noiret as he tells any story that comes to him from his time away. It’s damn near impossible not to get swept up in the excitement at the prospect of decorating, and throwing housewarming parties, and watching him start a real ‘grown up’ life.

“If you’re nice to me, I’ll allow you to take one of the rooms while you’re in uni,” he chuckles, his pretty mouth reaching at the glass for another sip. He’s close enough for you to smell his cologne and see each of the sparse freckles on his face, and how each passing second seems to bring him closer. So you laugh along before hopping off the counter, just to put some space between the two of you. Your hands are jittery, and brain fuzzy, and though it’s still Tetsuro aniki, you can’t get around the fact that things have changed.

So you turn and smile, walking backwards. “I’m going to go check out the rooms.”

“Hey,” he breathes, turning over his shoulder as you walk out of the living room, chuckling softly. “Don’t just go walking around another person’s house.”

“You tempted me with the room suggestion,” you call over your shoulder, swinging your arms as you walk down the hall and find the first door.

“Don’t snoop!” Kuroo laughs again, but doesn’t make any more effort to stop you. The first room is a bathroom you've already used earlier. But the hall continues around the corner. And you can hear Kuroo put away the champagne in the kitchen, so you have no doubt he’ll come after you in a second. You’re not actually snooping. The next door you open is a bedroom, neatly decorated, and instantly guess this must be his room. The room across from it is wide open and clean, only a couch and a tv placed in the corner for now, and some moving boxes shoved out of the way under the large window.

You move on to the next door to find a smaller little corner room, and look around to see even more moving stuff, closets not yet set up, a dismantled gaming desk, buckets of cables, the works. His home improvement gear and dumbbells are all strewn across the floor too. And at the end of the room, there’s another smaller little door, that you yank open for a broom closet, or maybe a small corner with a washing machine.

You hear Kuroo call your name from in the house. “Where are you?”

Everything stops.

Just that the air goes so cold you can barely feel your hands, or your face. Blood seeps from rags tossed into the old, mechanical sink, and a thick smell of iron and rot meets your nose. And sticky blood everywhere, on the floors, splattered on the wall, coating wooden furniture. There’s something that vaguely resembles a lower half, blood seeping from the holes in the almost-plastic like flesh. And her. The small room has no light, but you can recognize a human person when you need to.

The figure has her legs folded to fit the small space, eyes red and irritated and glazed with almost milky tears, and the side of her face has a gash from the top of her head down to her jaw deep enough to see bone. You stumble back and try not to gag, the nauseous feeling crawling down to your stomach and twisting. Her chest is still moving, but faintly, barely going up before it collapses with a stuttering, painful weeze. You want to sit down. You want to run. You want the horrible spinning in your head to stop. Her clothing is almost all ripped to shreds and stained dark blackish-brown, and with the way she’s positioned, you can also see… the raw, sticky, irritated mess that was left of her upper thighs.

“Oh my god,” you manage to whisper, before taking a deep breath and forcing your shaky legs to move towards her.

Your first instinct is to bend and grab at her face, trying to press on the wound; but the previously docile girl is quick to swing her arm and nick you with something sharp as she screams a horrible, animal-like squeal and slices your palm open. Dark blood sprays, you fall, the girl scrambles up over you. She doesn’t get far before she tumbles over with a gurgling, heart-bleeding noise, but gets to the door and starts dragging herself through the hall. You stare at your shaking palm in just as much shock, warm blood dripping down in thick drops from your wrist and fingers— but your legs carry you towards the noise anyway. You want to help. You want to help her, or she’ll die. Your blood is pounding against your skull. Everything else is blurred. Everything else is buzzing and vibrating with this awful noise of blaring anxiety.

You hear your name only vaguely, following down the dragged path of blood along the pristine wooden tiling, before you get to where she’s collapsed against the wall, and is breathing through the bubbling blood that spills from her mouth. There’s an awful, broken, pinched moan coming from her- like that of an animal that’s been left to the vultures. But you still put your hands under her arm and try to help her up, now starting to really feel the absolute searing pain of your hand with a pitched groan. It hurts. It hurts so much, and you’re so fucking shaky you’ve completely disoriented yourself. “It’s gonna be… oka—hngg,” you whine as your open wound moves around, you can feel it—

Suddenly, she pushes herself along on your body and tries to set off into another hobbled spurt, but is yanked back by her hair, before she’s shoved hard to the floor. She collapses into a sad heap, and a loud noise makes you jump. Her legs and arms fall limp instantly as the axe connects with a sickening noise, and blood splatters all over the room. It lifts again, dripping, and lands with a frightening amount of force— into the front of her head again.

The wet squelch doesn’t have anything over the crack of her skull and jaw being shattered, and the mess the red-coated axe makes of the lower half of her face, red blood and muck everywhere. You think you scream while you’re gagging— but you can’t hear it over the echo and the pounding and the terror. Your eyes are wide and bug-like as your legs give out and you drop back onto your ass, and the scene makes a big, round pool of blood on the floor.

“Shit,” he sighs out of breath, heaving over and resting his hands on his knees, “I forgot she was in there.” A soft sigh, and a dry chuckle. “Fuck.”

Your joints are locked, and your face is wet and hot and you’re sucking in more air than you can handle, as Kuroo— your Kuroo— straightens up, and looks around the room for you. He spots the gash in your hand first, because his relief just as quickly snaps into an expression of pure disgust as he looks at the heap of flesh and blood before him, her legs strewn wide open and battered body sadly left before him. And spits on it, kicking hard against her hip and sending the remains of her rolling onto the plush carpet. “Fucking bitch.” He lets the handle drop with a wooden clang, and rubs his face though. “Come here, baby, let me take a look.”

Your gasping isn’t enough to get him away from you, but you’re physically unable to do anything but lay there in terror, grasping your palm against the pain. Even with the threat of death kneeling before you, you can’t do more than sputter through your tears, vision completely wobbly and blurry. His gentle smile isn’t lost on you though, and you take a deep, wheezed breath. “You… you-y- ng-you—”

“Hey, hey, I’m doing this for you, okay? In all this time, I haven’t hurt you once. I haven’t hurt you once, have I? This is so I don’t hurt you, baby,” he says it all so casually, like anything he’s saying is making any sense at all; with his cheek red with splatters of blood, and his eyes a dark, dark pupil taking over the normally light irises. “It’s because I love you, you know that.” There’s so much on your mind. Your parents, Kenma, your memories— all of it makes a thick wrecking ball that slams into you so hard it knocks the air out of you.

It was him. All of them.

All those years… it was… You’re gonna puke. You can’t get enough air into your lungs to, or speak, or scream. You don’t want to die. You’ve spent your entire childhood afraid of a shadow around the corner, even though he was— Tetsuro puts his hands under your arms to pull you up from the floor in one fell swoop and places you on the couch, walking straight past the girl he brutalized to stare at your quivering lips and teary eyes, before taking a deep, long breath.

And though he smiles, there’s no gentleness there. None of the things you found so attractive about him just mere minutes ago. It’s nauseating, a vile, bitter feeling that makes your tongue feel like lead. “I feel this hunger towards you, you know,” he explains, gripping your hurt hand in his to inspect the flesh wound some more. “It’s, it’s really intense— and- and I don’t really know what to do with myself when I’m around you.” He leans in, long lashes basically brushing yours as he hovers his mouth over yours. “It’s not gonna be you though, ever. I swear, I’ll make sure of it. I just… want you so bad.”

His pink tongue swipes over his lips to get rid of the drying blood, before he pushes a soft kiss to your lips. “I want you.” When you don’t respond, his mouth crashes to yours, laying you down under him and letting his hand slide along your side as his tongue meets yours and he lets out a long moan into your mouth. “Oh, fuck. You get me so hard so quick.” His tongue is glad to claim anything it can take, even though you’re not moving, and huffing terrified whimpers into his mouth— it’s like it barely even registers.

He nudges your face up to his to kiss you messily, then down your neck as if following the trail of your tears, and to your collarbones. He props you up to hold your limp body against himself, and rolls his hips into you with a soft groan. “S-shit, good- g-girl. You feel me?” You do. His cock, even pressed against you through layers of clothing, is hard and swollen as he pushes his hips into you with needy motions, kisses along your ear, sucking marks into your throat. It rubs your pussy through your leggings, and makes your puffy cunt feel warm. It’s sickening that it seems to act completely without your doing— because you don’t want this.

If you could do any more right now than lay there and take it, you’d be clawing out of the window the second you could. Whatever fight it takes. But you’re frozen in miserable fear and your treacherous pussy is taking his rolling hips like it’s good enough. The press of his cock, and then his fingers over your pelvic area is too much, soft presses against the top of your slit exchanged for harder, direct touches as he thumbs at your clit. He knows what he’s doing, kissing your lips with softer, lazier kisses as he’s got you in his arms. “My sweet, little girl, you’re so fucking pretty. I’ll make you cum so hard you stop worrying.” He picks at the band of your pants, before slipping it over the curve of your ass and pulling them, and your underwear halfway down your legs.

There’s a cheeky smile on his lips as he pulls back to watch you, and groans long and hard at the sight of you. “You want my mouth or my cock?” He pulls your pussy open to rub the glossy wetness around, and grinds his cock against the inside of your push thighs a few more times, before breathing out your name. “You want to come on Tetsuro nii’s cock?” Your head hurts, and the way he spits on your pussy and rubs your clit up and down is so filthy and distracting you can barely take it.

“Tetsu-t-suro,” you manage to breathe out just a desperate whimper, but it has him groaning and gripping his cock through his slacks, then quickly shuffling them off down his thick thighs.

“I know, baby, I’ve got you. Gonna eat you out after, okay?” He pumps his heavy cock a few times up, before pressing the head to your warm hole. The head is so hot and spongy, and he rubs it down your slit and back up with almost scary patience. Because his eyes are wild and anything but patient, as he leans down to grab your cheeks and plant another kiss on you. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you. This is the best day of my fucking life, baby.”

Then he pushes himself up on your tits and squeezes them, rubbing your nipples between his fingers through your shirt. Lines himself up with a few smooth flicks of his swollen cockhead on your sensitive nub, and pushes in with a long grunt. “Oh, fuck me. That’s a— fucking tight little pussy.” He pushes his large cock all the way inside as he bites his bottom lip and one hand comes down to dig his fingertips into your ass, pulling you as far onto him as possible. The stretch aches, burns a little as he mumbles out your name— before pulling back and shoving himself back into the hot clutch of your belly. “Gonna fuck you until you beg me. Until you can’t cum anymore.”

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[shingo-naizuke]

•~•My Masterlist WIP•~•

•°Ikemen vampire°•

Arthur Conan doyle

Vincent Van Gogh

Theodorus Van Gogh

Napoleon Bonaparte

Leonardo Da Vinci

Isaac Newton

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Jean d'Arc

Le Comte

'The cruel Prince'

Cardan Greenbriar

-*Shatter me*-

Kenji Kishimoto

Aaron Warner

○Bsd○

▪︎Armed Detective agency▪︎

Dazai Osamu

Ranpo Edogawa

Kunikida Doppo

Atsushi Nakajima

¤Port Mafia▪︎

Chuuya Nakahara

Akutagawa Ryunosuke

♧Decay of Angel♤

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Nikolai Gogol

Sigma

•~Hunting Dogs~•

Jono Saigiko

Tetcho Suehiro

♥︎Guild♠︎

Edgar Alan Poe

Francis Scott Fitzgerald

{Haikyuu}

~•°Karasuno°•~

Tsukishima Kei

Tobio Kageyama

Hinata Shoyo

Yamaguchi Tadashi

Koshi Sugawara

Yuu Nishinoya

●Aoba Johsai○

Toru Oikawa

Akira Kunimi

¤Nekoma¤

Kenma Kozume

Lev Haiba

Tetsuro Kuroo

☆Fukurodani☆

Kotaro Bokuto

Kenji Akaashi

◇Shiratorizawa◇

Wakatoshi Ushijima

Tsutomu Goshiki

Eita Semi

Satori Tendo

♧Inarizaki♧

Shinsuke Kita

Osamu Miya

Atsumu Miya

■Genshin■

Scaramouche

Diluc

Kaeya

Venti

Tighnari

Kaveh

Heizou

Baizhu

Childe

-~•°Honkai star rail°•~-

Blade

Dan Heng

Jing Yuan

Gepard

Sampo Koski

Loucha

Welt

Arlan

Genre i write

Smut

Fluff

Angst

Comfort

What I don't write

Rape

Yandere tendencies (I will write it sometimes, but to my liking, I won't write yandere tendencies like non-consensual or things like that)

Smut with minors (all characters will be grown up)

Kinks like pissing or vomiting

Torture

Character x character

Oc x character

Toxic relationships

Requests are open :)

English in not my first language so, sorry for any mistake

[wakatoshitiddies]

#kuroken | obsession, yandere kenma

Kuroo woke up in a daze.

His head was throbbing, and ears were ringing. He tried to move or speak, but it was futile; both his hands and feet were tied to the bed, and a piece of cloth gagged his mouth.

In panic, he tried to recall what had happened. 

He was rushing home to tell Kenma the good news. 

He and his best friend have been living together in a two-bedroom apartment for years now.

While he works in an office, Kenma works at home. It was a pretty good setup. They both get to save money since they share rent, and they get to look out for each other.

They haven't really been apart since they were kids.

Well, expect when he graduates high school, but even then, they will find time to meet and catch up. 

As soon as he got home, he barged into Kenma's room. 

"Kenma!" 

"What is it, Kuroo?" he answered, uninterested.

He was sitting at his desk, busy on his laptop. 

"Do you remember the girl I talked to you about?" he asked. 

Kenma faced him with a questioning look. 

"Yes" 

"I finally asked her to be my girlfriend, and she said yes!"

Kuroo jumped up and down in excitement before throwing himself onto the bed. He then proceeded to happily punch the air. 

"Oh..." 

Kuroo sat up and watched his reaction. 

"Come on, that's all you can say. Aren't you happy for me?" he pouted.

"Of course...I am. You said you really like her."

He just gave the latter a wide smile and rolled on the bed while happily humming.

The last thing he remembers is them having dinner and Kenma offering him a drink as congratulations, then everything went black.

The door creaked open, pulling him out of his thoughts, and standing by it was Kenma.

He tried, wanting to know what was going on, but all that came out were muffled sounds.

Kenma sat on the side of the bed and held his face.

Kuroo's eyes began to tear. For the first time, he felt genuinely scared of Kenma.

He moved his face closer to his.

"I'm not going to let anyone take you away from me, Tetsuro."

He kissed his forehead and smiled.

"Best friends forever, right?"

[midnightlee25]

Random Yandere Headcanons: Do their yandere ways stop once they have their darling's heart? - Nekoma

Yes:

Nobuyuki Kai

Shōhei Fukunaga

Yuki Shibayama

Takes some time but will stop eventually:

Tetsuro Kuroo (old habits die hard)

Morisuke Yaku (Same reason as above)

So Inuoka

Tamahiko Teshiro

Their yandere side may never truly go away:

Taketora Yamamoto

Lev Haiba

It stays forever: 

Kenma Kozume

[izanawrld]

Yandere Hinata who gets jealous of his step sisters new boyfriend

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

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

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

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

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

He catches himself and relaxes his face.

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

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

Your boyfriend stands up and bows politely.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[dolliestfairy]

𝅄ֹ ׅ𔓘 Tw : Noncon/Dubcon, Prude kink, Virgin killer, this man is an imposter lol. Innocent ruined, Male masturbation, yandere...(?) idk. lmk if i miss anything 𝅄ֹ ׅ♡ mdni | chubby reader fics with no skintone of reader mentioned ༊ೀ

thinking about sweet!best friend who is secretly is an easily jealous and is a really possessive person over his chubby!prude. sweet!best friend who has this dark dreams about you and your 'innocence' that he will soon ruin. sweet!best friend who acts normal but when the lights are off and you're not looking, his hands is wandering around his cock, thrusting it while he drown his own thoughts into your whimpers and moans. sweet!best friend who ask you to go out with him at midnight alone, and little did you know, that was the last time you have your innocent left. sweet!best friend who ask you to go to a night club where there is a such unholy scene such as sex that will completely ruin your entire brains. as he sees you while he seduce you to at thoughts to do something sinful. he then pulled you into a quiet spot and start making out with you. kissing you there and then and also exchanging each other saliva while his hands wandering around your ass. but when the thing start to get real he then let you off and go somewhere leaving you alone with no reason at all. turns out; it was all a plan of his sick mind. he try to make you horny for him and make you willing to let him fuck you without making him looked like a desperate person. as he wait in his apartement where his door bell is ringing only to find you wet and desperate. until he pull you in into his apartement, slowly but surely start to take each other clothes, where he compliments your whole stretchmarks and espesially your fat fucking pussy. he has been waiting for too long for this moment, and now he wont let that moment slip. as his hand roughly grab your plump thighs and placed it into his shoulder as he carries you, while his other hand start to place his cock into your unguard pussy while you and him start kissing each other again. and right at that moment where he would destroy all the things you dont know about, all the innocents you had left within your faith and soul, is all gone. in the hand of your trusted best friend without you seemed to realize it yourself that he have been ruined it all. and soon enough, he'll be more than a best friend to you.

Those Sweet!best friends are;

GETO SUGURU, KUROO TETSURO, Tsukishima kei, Shibura, Itoshi Sae, SUGAWARA, Lev Haiba, OIKAWA TOORU, Tendou, Kyoutani, Megumi, Toji, Gojo Satoru, Alec, Deidara, Sasori, kakuzu, PAIN, SHIGARAKI, Choso, Shiva, Qin Shi Huang, MAHITO, DOUMA, & Enmu.

did i forget anyone??? insert ur fav!