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n0tyourname · 7 months

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Can’t wait to read all of them!

enter, if you dare, to

TERRORTOBER

hi, guys! so this is my first attempt at an event :)

i absolutely love halloween and have always enjoyed kinktober pieces so i wanted to take a stab at it (ha get it)

just a heads up, all of these pieces will contain smut and some of them will have dark content as well. since i’m still in the process of writing the fics, appropriate warnings will be placed at the top of all the finished works once they’re posted

for the reasons stated above, and this should already go without saying, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT with any of the works that will be linked to this post

pieces will be posted at approximately 9 pm est on each date specified below and each contain an afab!reader

now, without further ado

october 1st: vampire!kei tsukishima

after revealing his long-kept secret, kei finally allows himself an indulgence he’s craved for ages.

october 4th: alien!osamu miya

while on an expedition into space, your budding romance with osamu came as a pleasant surprise- the murderer hiding amongst your crew, not so much.

october 7th: boyfriend!megumi fushiguro

when one of the actors at a haunted house attraction gets a little too handsy, megumi doesn’t hesitate to come to your aid.

october 10th: serial killer!keiji akaashi

a heartbreaking betrayal leads you to seek comfort from the very person that plunged you into this nightmare.

october 13th: cultist!eren jaeger

unbeknownst to you, zeke has chosen you to be his cult’s next virgin sacrifice. a pining eren knows exactly what he needs to do to save you.

october 16th: demon hunter!tobio kageyama

your unlikely partnership with tobio was just that- a partnership. that is, until the vacant room at the motel had only one bed.

october 19th: stalker!kento nanami

you think the handsome man you always see at the bakery has zero interest in you, but you couldn’t be further from the truth.

october 22nd: camp counselor!tetsuro kuroo

seeing how good tetsuro is with kids has you wanting him to put one in you.

october 25th: veteran!jean kirstein

jean’s wish for a normal life after returning from overseas gets derailed from the onslaught of an undead virus. he ends up finding solace in the form of you.

october 28th: werewolf!hajime iwaizumi

when hajime starts to experience odd changes in himself, his worst fear threatens to become reality. hopefully you can outrun him.

october 31st: ghostface!kiba inuzuka

your anxiety amidst a string of hometown murders takes a turn for even worse when the face behind the mask ends up being the one you trusted the most.

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n0tyourname · 8 months

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tetsurou kuroo x f!reader

say it

summary: If you don't call him Tetsurou while you're having sex, you can still pretend this thing between you and Kuroo is casual, right? (Wrong.)

word count: 1.3k

content: Nekoma University!Kuroo, NSFW, 18+, smut, friends with benefits to lovers speed run, name kink, unprotected p in v, creampie, fingering, oral sex, this was going to be PWP but the feels said no

Be it on the court or off, there’s something to be said about Tetsurou Kuroo’s timing.

It’s how you found yourself so enamored by him in the first place, after all. Months ago, when your friends drug you along to your university's enormous gymnasium to watch the men’s volleyball team play a practice match with a local rival between classes, you didn’t think you knew enough about the sport to drum up much interest from your unassuming place in the back of the stands—until your eyes landed on a tall, loud player with the number ‘1’ adorned across his red jersey.

But it wasn’t just his height or the way he ceaselessly commanded Nekoma’s side of the court that kept your rapt attention, it was the way he moved.

Tetsurou Kuroo—a name you caught your friends whispering after he scored a point that had the gathered crowd roaring in excitement—had a mesmerizing knack for timing his movements to make the most of each and every square inch of the court.

And you?

You may have known shit all about volleyball, but fuck if just watching him didn’t set your heart racing.

Sometimes you can’t help but laugh at the irony—the way Kuroo collided with you in a busy hallway days later, setting off a dangerously flirtatious chain of events that would eventually find the two of you tangled in his sheets, naked and sated and gasping for air.

It was casual then; you went into this arrangement under no false pretenses.

And...it’s still casual now, despite the fact that you know beyond a shadow of doubt that neither of you is fucking anyone else.

Despite the fact that you wake up in Kuroo’s bed more often than your own, to the point where rolling over in the morning to inhale the scent of your own laundry detergent on the pillowcase beside you feels almost wrong at this point.

Despite the fact that at one point or another, he suddenly made a habit of calling you after every one his away matches—just to talk, just to say goodnight.

Despite the fact that, somewhere along the way, he started kissing you more softly. There are still hurried, frantic kisses, ones full of hunger and lust that leave your lips swollen and your thighs clenching with need, your entire body arching into his touch like a moth to a flame. But now, there are kisses without an agenda. Kisses with no beginning, middle, nor end.

Just Kuroo’s mouth slotted against yours, a callused thumb brushing gently along the curve of your jaw.

But it’s casual, even if there’s a dull, quiet ache in your chest that protests otherwise each time his hands settle on your waist.

And the completely, utterly, inarguably casual nature of your relationship is why you find yourself choking down the words you really want to say as Kuroo’s fingers curl inside of you, teeth digging into your bottom lip as you swallow down something that’s far too intimate for what this really is.

Tetsurou.

His given name is always caught in your throat at times like this, yearning to climb up your tongue and burst out through your teeth.

Your name leaves his lips effortlessly, like it’s as easy as breathing. Like he hardly has to think twice. And the way his deep voice traverses each letter now, his lips slick with your arousal as he firmly slides his tongue over your clit? It drags down your spine with a white-hot, iron grip.

It’s casual.

It’s fucking casual.

Your limbs are still trembling from the force of your first orgasm when he begins to ease his length into your entrance, your wet cunt welcoming the thick, familiar stretch of his cock.

(You try not to think too hard about the fact that the exclusivity of your casual arrangement somehow led to this—no condom separating your tight, drenched walls from the leaking, pulsing need of his shaft.)

(And yet you still can’t fucking say it when you're like this with him, naked and vulnerable and wanting.)

(Tetsurou.)

Deep down, you know it’s because you’re scared.

You’re scared because he hasn’t mentioned the way you dance around it during sex. You’ve convinced yourself that despite how absolutely not casual this whole goddamn situation has become, the intimacy of using his name now is what will break the fragile glass of this façade you’ve both built. He’ll realize you’ve both grown too comfortable, too attached, roots burrowed and trapped beneath concrete.

He’ll pluck you from his life like a hapless dandelion that’s sprouted between the unforgiving cracks in the sidewalk.

So even though his name is like a mantra in your mind as he cradles the side of your face, his hazel eyes trained on yours, black hair sticking up in every direction from the way you’d carded your fingers through it while his tongue was buried inside of you, you don’t say it.

“Kuroo,” you exhale as he drags his teeth down the side of your neck, mouthing at your collarbone while he rocks his hips into yours.

“Kuroo,” you gasp, while he rolls your pebbled nipples between his fingers and drives his cock into you so deeply you see stars.

“Kuroo,” you whimper, when his forehead falls against yours as his thrusts begin to grow sloppy.

And ever a man known for his timing, it’s then that Kuroo says it, with your sweat-slicked body writhing beneath his, voices hoarse and raw, your fingers digging into his back.

“Tetsurou,” he breathes out, chest heaving against your own.

It catches you so off guard that all you can do is stare up at him in confusion, lips parted as his hazel eyes search yours.

“Say it,” he implores, voice nearly breaking with desperation. “Please, say it.”

Warmth unravels in your chest like a sail catching in the wind, the insistence of your rapidly beating heart rattling against your ribcage. Kuroo’s nose brushes against your cheek before his mouth ghosts over your own, the beat of silence that stretches between you a yawning precipice.

“Tetsurou,” you finally whisper, a hot, wet tear sliding down your cheek.

The mattress groans in protest as the world beneath you shifts, Kuroo swiftly tugging you upward into his lap. His lips chase the wet trail to the edge of your jaw while your legs curl around his waist, a jolt of pleasure searing through you as his cock slips even deeper inside of you.

“Say it again,” he murmurs, wrapping one strong arm around your body while the other cradles the back of your head. And with his chest pressed to yours, you can feel it—the way his own shuddering heart responds in kind.

“Tetsurou.”

His breathing becomes ragged as he begins to fuck you with fervor, each pounding thrust upward punctuated by the sound of you crying out his name.

“Tetsurou.”

“TETSUROU!”

Your vision goes white as his dexterous fingers find their way back to your throbbing clit, massaging the pulsing, aching bundle of nerves while he swallows down your unabashed, sobbing moans, uncertain if you’re still screaming his name or just making unintelligible noises at this point. A heady, dizzying wave of pleasure pulls you under just as he buries himself inside of you to the hilt, the choking squeeze of your fluttering walls milking ropes of thick, hot cum from his cock and filling you to the brim.

He holds you tight as your breathing evens out and your shuddering limbs still, softening cock nestled snugly in the heat between your thighs, cum beginning to seep out and onto the sheets below. A hand caresses the side of your neck, fingertips grazing your ear as you lift your head from where it’s buried against the crook of his shoulder to find him looking at you with so much unabashed affection, your chest aches.

And your lips have only begun to form the shape of Tetsurou’s name once more when his mouth crashes back into yours.

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n0tyourname · 1 year

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Kuroo with wet hair 🧎‍♀️

New HAIKYUU!! OFFICIAL ART !!

We have been blessed at last

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n0tyourname · 1 year

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You are rivals. You hate each other.

At least you should.

But how can you hate him, when he’s looking at you like one would look at the sky? Amazed, in awe, in love.

How can you hate him, when he’s touching you like that? Touching you as if you could break at any moment.

How can you hate him, when he’s kissing you like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever had the pleasure of seeing?

How can you hate him, when he’s making you feel oh so good? His hips in perfect sink with yours.

How can you hate him, when he’s making you moan his name like that?

How can you hate him, when you’re so utterly in love with him?

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n0tyourname · 1 year

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Crazy Speed

Kuroo x female reader

Warnings: cheating, speeding, some swearing also english isn’t my first language so I apologise for any mistakes

Inspiration picture: https://href.li/?https://twitter.com/suiens/status/791996532987834368?t=lmm-0zfrnBIY07K8ozWm7w&s=19

When the worst day gets worse but somehow you meet a sexy police officer

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The night wind was cold against your tear stained cheeks. Your dress wasn’t providing any warmth either.

This fucking dress

This fucking party

This fucking day

If you would’ve just stayed at home, like you always do, none of this would have happened. No that’s not true. It probably would’ve happened, you just wouldn’t have witnessed any of it.

“Babe wait!”

Your fucking boyfriend

Correction ex-boyfriend.

Ignoring his calls you kept walking to your car, that you had parked less than twenty minutes ago.

“Baby come on, talk to me!”

“Don’t fucking Baby me, asshole!” You wanted to slap his face so bad but you were better then that, besides he didn’t deserve your hands anywhere on his body.

“Come on it was an accident-“

“An accident?! Your tongue slipped in her mouth by accident?”

“She forced herself onto me, please I-“

“Oh but you seemed to really enjoy her ass on your lap. Your dick was practically ripping through your pants!”

“I think your exaggerating”

“Yeah your right, your dick’s way too small for that” You turned around, not bothering to look at that cheating bastard again.

You kept your posture until you slammed your car door shut, thats when the tears really started falling.

Why?

That question kept circling through your head while you started the engine and while you pushed the gas driving out of the parking lot.

You had been driving on a lonely highway for some time. The whole time only about 4 cars had passed you. You were alone with your thoughts.

Thats when the anger rose.

That fucker

That lying, cheating motherfucker

You had done everything for him these past two years. Two years of your life wasted on that jerk. You had forgiven him so many times. When he forgot your birthday, no problem he had a lot going on that day. When he showed up hours too late for your date, maybe he was stuck on traffic.

You were starting to speed up. Your foot was pushing the gas harder and harder.

You had been such a good girlfriend to him. Showing up to each of his trashy work parties. You kept your mouth shut with a smile when one of his coworkers made inappropriate comments about you. You didn’t want to cause a scene. Do it for him. For your beloved boyfriend.

Tonight was no different. Him and some of his coworkers had closed a big deal and went to celebrate it at some bar. Your boyfriend told you about it but unfortunately you had to work late.

So when you got off early you wanted to surprise him. You put on one of your more revealing dresses hoping for a longer night at home afterwards. You hopped in your car with a big smile wanting to see the surprised smile on his face the second he saw you.

The speed limit was hundred. You were at 130, still not slowing down.

He looked surprised, so did you when you saw him making out with some other woman. The second he saw you he pushed her off running towards you. You turned around and left, not looking at him once.

“Please Baby wait, it’s not what it looks like!”

“Come on we can sort this out”

How dare he. How dare he betray you like that. You trusted him. Two years you had trusted him, told him about your struggles and problems and your deepest secrets. How fucking dare he.

You heard sirens behind you. Looking back you saw blue light and a police car. Thats when you looked at your speedometer.

Fuck

Fuck!

You pulled over immediately. You bumped your head against the steering wheel, keeping it there until you heard a knock on your window.

“Good night ma’m, do you know why we pulled you over today?”

That’s when you looked up. That’s also when you looked at the most handsome face you had ever seen. He had dark messy hair that leaked out under his police cap. His eyes where a piercing shade if brown. They looked golden to you. It’s only when you noticed the smirk forming on his lips, that you looked up. Jesus was his smile sexy.

“Ma’m are you okay?” His smirk still very evident.

“Yeah, I, sorry, yeah I’m listening” shit, you were behaving like a teenager.

“Good, so do you know why we pulled you over, or do I need to tell you?” He looked at you like he was challenging you. You didn’t know to what and you didn’t care. You could look at that face forever.

“Because I was driving too fast?” Unsure, that’s what you sounded like.

“Exactly, I’m sorry ma’m but I have to write you a ticket.”

“Do I have to pay a lot?” Yeah you did, you already knew that.

“Well considering that you are allowed to drive a hundred miles per hour and you were, let me check, at a hundred and forty five, I’d say yes.”

Great. Know you weren’t just single but probably broke too. The officer started to write. It was quiet again.

Until he broke the silence.

“Can I ask why a pretty girl like you is driving all alone at this time, wearing a pretty dress like that?” His eyes flicked from the paper he was writing on to you, giving you one if those sly smirks again. You felt your cheeks becoming hot.

“Well,” were you really going to tell this handsome stranger about your night? “I just caught my boyfriend cheating on me.” Yeah, you totally were.

“Dumbass”

“What?”

“Your boyfriend, sorry ex-boyfriend, is a dumbass for cheating on someone like you.” He looked at you with a somewhat apologetic smile.

“I’m Kuroo, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, officer Kuroo. I’m Y/N” that smirk again. God was this man gorgeous and sexy and handsome and-

“Here you go miss Y/n.” The way he said your name made your stomach turn. In a good way. A very good way.

“Thanks, officer. Have a good night.”

“You too Y/n and drive safe, yeah? Wouldn’t want you to get hurt now, would we?” He left with one last smile. You closed your window, a wide smile adoring your face.

You looked down to your hands, at the sheet of paper he had given you. Next to the amount of money you had to pay, which was a fair sum, was a hand written note:

You deserve better, give me a call when you feel like it.

Kuroo

Next to his name was what you assumed to be his number.

This night didn’t turn out to be completely terrible after all.

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