#KUROO CONTENT

[tojiphile]

you don't need other boys when you have him, your daddy’s best friend. he’s everything you’d ever need and more, better than all the boys—he’s a man. a good man. these are the words he croons into your ear every time he sneaks into your room late at night, slipping an arm around your waist and his cock in your eagerly waiting cunt.

it all started when you had a fight with your dad. even though your dad was hosting his own birthday party, you sulked all night. your dad didn’t try to hide his own snide comments, so why should you? you didn’t greet guests nor help out, instead choosing to use your phone, drink as much booze as you could and retire to your bedroom early.

as you lay in bed, you could still hear the reverberations of music and the boisterous laugh of middle aged men and women alike. you groaned and covered your head with a pillow, trying to drown out the noise. so when he knocked on your door, opened it when you didn’t answer, and walked in, you jumped when the weight shifted on your bed as he sat down.

“i didn’t mean to scare you,” he says kindly, lending you a smile, “you just seemed… off, today. i wanted to check in on you.”

you sit up. this man was your dad’s best friend of years. not having any kids of his own, he spoilt you rotten. he bought you all the toys and pretty dresses that your dad refused to, arguing that they were too expensive before throwing money at gambling or whatever new woman walked into his life. as you grew up, you couldn’t help but develop a soft spot for him. when you sat still and pretty during dinners and parties, nodding along like a good girl your father demanded you be, your eyes always fell on him. his charming disposition, the way he chided your father like no one else could, and the way he’d always put food on your plate first, giving you a wink as you said thank you wordlessly.

of course, when your friends would talk about dilfs, your mind would never go to your father, the deadbeat dad who provided nothing for you. instead, you would always think about him. his salt and pepper hair that he ran his calloused hands through, smile lines set on his face more defined than any wrinkles, his toned body that you would dream about, touch yourself to every night. you were suddenly conscious that you weren’t wearing a bra. nor shorts.

“i’m fine.” you pull your blanket up to cover your chest. maybe it was the six pack of beer or the cask strength whiskey, but your head was pounding, and your heart was racing. he put a large hand on your thigh. your blanket hid your bare skin from his, but his gentle touch already sent heat pooling in your lower body.

“i’m sorry about your dad,” he says, “he’s an idiot.” he rubs your thigh reassuringly, perhaps innocently unaware of what he’s doing to you, “he doesn’t know how to treat a woman. much less his perfect daughter.”

you flush. was he really saying this? he continues, “i’ve tried to tell him so many times, y’know? how amazing you are, so filial, better than so many other daughters this day and age. he keeps blaming it on your mum leaving but god, that shouldn’t be a fucking excuse.”

he’s working himself up, you can tell as his brow furrows, his arms tense. it feels good to be validated, especially when your father was so unmoving. you place a hand on his toned arm, “i’m fine, but thanks.”

“but you shouldn’t be fine!” he stands up, pacing. you internally bemoan the loss of contact, “if i was your dad, i’d never treat you this way,” he sits back down softly, brushing a stray hair behind your ear, “if you were mine, i’d take care of you.”

his flushed face is inches from yours, you can smell the whiskey on his breath and see the heat in his gaze, almost blazing. he cups your face gently, eyes studying your face before falling back to your eyes, “you’re perfect, so beautiful.” you hold his gaze, you don’t know where this is going but you don’t want this moment to end.

the moment ends when you both hear your father yell and a beer bottle break. he must have lost in a game of poker. before you can react, your father’s best friend shoots up, “i’m sorry,” he trudges towards your bedroom door, “i shouldn’t have come up.”

his hand is already on your door handle and your mouth acts before your brain can stop it, “no.” he turns to look at you.

your pull the blanket off, revealing your bare legs, nipples perky against your thin shirt, “stay.”

his breath hitches, and you can see his pants tightening. he can’t peel his eyes away from you but he manages to mutter, “it’s wrong.”

you turn your body to his, spreading your legs and placing your feet on the bed, exposing your core to him.

“please.”

whatever self control he had left seems to have evaporated at the pleading sound of your voice as he clicks your door lock into place and races over to your bed, forcing you to lie flat as he climbs on top of you, slotting himself between your spread legs, trapping you under him.

“you’re beautiful,” he whispers, leaning down to press featherlight kisses on your neck, “so beautiful.” you gasp as a hand grips your waist, running down the side of your figure.

“but this is wrong…” he tries to pull away but you stop him. “i don’t care.” you yank him by the front of his shirt, pulling all his weight on top of you as you press your lips together, running your hands down his broad back. he takes a second to react but follows your lead, he nips at your bottom lip and as you moan, he slips his tongue into your mouth.

he breaks away from the kiss, sitting up to pull off his shirt, revealing his defined abs. you let yourself feel him, reveling in the feeling. he leans back down, gaze never leaving yours but just as your lips are are about to meet, he stops. you can’t help but whine, though the sound is replaced by a gasp as a calloused hand cups you through your panties.

“you’re already soaked,” he laughs, “good girl.”

embarrassed but so unbelievably desperate, you let out a sigh, “only for you, daddy.”

he scoffs, “i know.” he pulls your panties aside, revealing your puffy pussy, “this isn’t the first time i’ve come up to your room.” he spreads you with his fingers, and you shut your eyes in anticipation, “i tried to find you last week to say goodbye but your walls are really thin. i heard you call out my name.”

the last time he was over, he must have come from the gym as his damp hair along with the tightest compression shirt you’d ever seen was enough for you to squeak out a tiny “excuse me”, before running to your room before you creamed yourself right there at the dinner table.

he slips two fingers into your greedy cunt, snapping you back to reality. he moves slowly, but his long, slender digits worked their magic, loosening you up while hitting at that spongy spot inside you. his thumb finds your clit and moves in small circles, causing your brain to short circuit. he hadn’t done much but the pleasure is insurmountable, the whole situation overwhelms you, and you find your core tightening, close. “cum for me,” he kisses down your neck, sucking near your collarbone. at his okay, you chase your release, writhing under him as his fingers continue working.

“so good for daddy,” he kisses you as you pant softly.

he slips his fingers out of your cunt and display them to you, slick and dripping. “messy girl.” you squirm as he spreads his fingers, showing off your viscous juices. he maintains eye contact with you as he takes his own digits in his mouth, sucking them clean, tasting you.

"sweet, just like you." he proclaims, booping your nose with the same finger that was just in his mouth seconds earlier. “can you take more?”

you nod. he grins, pressing a chaste kiss onto your lips. he sits up, one hand caressing your face and the other unbuckling his belt. he pulls it off in a swift motion, but before he can begin unbuttoning his pants, you move your hand to do so. "allow me," you smile up at him, puppy eyes glinting.

"someone's excited." he laughs, moving his hand to allow you to work on his buttons. his other hand, still on your face, makes its way down slowly, before his grip finally rests on your neck.

you unbutton his jeans and are faced with his grey underwear, straining from his bulge. “keep going,” he nudges you with his free hand. you pull at his waistband, allowing his cock to spring free. it’s thick, veiny, and big, bigger than any of the other boys’ you’d ever been with. tentatively, you wrap a hand around his length, causing him to hiss softly. your thumb doesn’t meet your fingers, so as you start pumping him slowly, up and down, you have to use two hands to grip him tight.

“god, you’re amazing,” he says with a sigh, giving your neck a gentle squeeze, gazing at you like you’re the most beautiful thing that’s ever crossed his sight. when you meet his eyes you can’t help but look away. still, you manage a whisper, “i- i want you.”

“say that again?” he asks, distracted by your hands working to unravel him. you flush.

“i want you…” you meet his eyes, “…in me.”

he barks out a laugh, spurred on by your boldness, “anything for you.”

he moves to stand up, shrugging off his bottoms. he moves to your bedside table and rummages around, looking for something. “any condoms?”

you shake your head. “i must have ran out. are you clean?”

he laughs. “considering you’re the first person i’ve fucked in a few years, i’d hope so.”

“good,” you hide a cheeky smile, before giving him your best puppy dog eyes, “because i really, really want daddy to give me his babies.”

with a raise of an eyebrow, he accepts the challenge. he always loves you best when you’re confident. makes him want to ruin you. he climbs back over you, spreading your thighs apart and aligning the tip of his cock with your dripping cunt.

he looks at you for your approval, and at your nod, he pushes his tip in. you gasp at the stretch, his thick cock opening you up like a present. you wanted him, no, needed him to fill you up, to make you feel so, so full.

you rut into him and he gets the hint, pushing himself deeper into you. it starts to feel painful, and you clench around him, trying to seek some relief. your fluttering walls make him feel so good, too good. he could feel himself coming close. “don’t do that!” he warns, but it comes out more as a moan.

you disobey, of course, and squeeze tighter. wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him in deeper, causing you both to breathe in a sharp intakes of breath. any pain had evaporated into the pooling warmth in your stomach.

both of you stay in that position for a while, eyes locked. “fuck it,” he growls under his breath, grabbing onto your waist and pulling your body away from his, before snapping it back. he’s thrusting in, and pulling you off, all while his curved cock continues to hit that sweet, sweet spot that makes you see stars. you almost fall limp, but wanting to prove yourself, you start fucking yourself on his cock, lifting your hips and trying to move yourself to ease his load.

“such a good, a good girl. my good girl. my girl. my girl. mine.” he chants it like a mantra, each syllable a beat he moved along to as he fucked you silly. “who owns you?”

“you, daddy!”

he places a hand on your bare stomach and squeezes. following the curve of your body, he finds your breast. he takes your whole boob in his big hand, squeezing it so tightly it hurt. he moves to play with your nipples, rolling it around between calloused fingers, pebbling it. you moan and arch your back, allowing him to sink deeper into you.

“what a good girl you are, huh? fucking yourself on his cock. my pretty, pliant girl. ‘m gonna fill you up with my babies. wanna see your cute little stomach swell.” he lifts one of your legs, tucking it over his shoulder, allowing him to go even deeper than you thought he could. you’re squirming, trying to keep up with his relentless pounding but god it’s too much. his hand wanders your body, gripping at your tender flesh. he wants to feel you, every part of you.

just the thought makes the pooling heat in your stomach come to a boil, your toes curling, you cry out, “i’m gonna cum!” he continues fucking you, his stamina never letting up, “cum for me, my pretty girl, i’m close too.”

the pleasure is building to a climax and as he places a hand on your neck and squeezes, you feel your high washing over you, cunt convulsing over his cock. his grip doesn’t release, and black spots start to cover your vision, making you let out a shaky moan.

as he looks down at you, back arching and falling while he fucked you through your orgasm, the obscene sight of your precious body squirming under him is what takes him over the edge. he’s cumming into you, warm jets of white shooting straight into your cunt. his head empty other than his relentless thoughts, “mine, mine, mine, mine, mine.”

you both reach that peak together, gripping onto each other for dear life. when you’re all done, he presses a deep kiss on your lips and slips his softening cock out of you, rolling to lie by your side. still, greedily, he pushes his cum back into you, “take it all.”

he opens up and lets you roll into his arms. he places a gentle kiss on your forehead, and smooths out your tangled hair. you both lie there in comfortable silence, your eyes falling shut and his focused on you. soon, your breathing became even. when you fall asleep, he rolls himself out of your bed, looking down at your sleeping form, so peaceful and worry-free. he wants you to look like that always. slowly, he gets himself dressed to rejoin your dad’s party downstairs. tucking you in, he presses one final kiss on your head and whispers,

“good girl.”

GETO SUGURU, gojo satoru, zhongli, hajime iwaizumi, NANAMI KENTO, tetsuro kuroo, aki hayakawa

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[rinsaint]

PERVY HAIKYUU BOYS <33

ft. suna, atsumu, && kuroo !! part 2 part 3

cw. THIS IS FILTHY, fem!reader, masturbation, panties being took, thinking of reader in a sexual way, pillow fucking, jerking off to readers voice without them knowing, nonconsensual pictures being took of reader, sniffing !! lmk if you guys want a part two with diff characters <3

SUNA RINTARO: Suna is a little sneaky bastard. He’s the most sneakiest out of those two. He definitely goes to your instagram and jerks off to your pictures. He does it often and he doesn’t feel no remorse about it. On the days that you were a cute little skirt when you two are going out, he would always let you go first up a pair of stairs because “ladies first” was always his excuse. But no, he just wanted to watch your skirt rise up as you walk up the stairs. Seeing your cute little panties and the imprint of your cunt that has him watering at the mouth. He would sneak out his photo to snap a few pics of it and when you reach the top of the stairs he lets out an innocent smile. Once he gets home he sits down on his gaming chair and thinks of the pictures he took. He would take out his cock and stroke it, looking at the photo. He would cum all over his phone but really, he doesn’t care. Your plump ass and your cute pink panties is all that he cares about. It has him coming in no time. He just wishes it was you, pumping his cock, he just wishes it was you playing with the tip of his cock. He just wishes it was you. All he wants is to stuff his cock inside you and he can’t even do that <\33.

ATSUMU MIYA: This guys definitely steals your panties. The first time when he’s over at your house he tells you he needs to go to the bathroom. He goes into the bathroom and as he’s taking a piss he notices a clothing basket and sees a pair of your panties he presumed. He gulped as he flushed the toilet pulling up his pants. He walks towards the basket and takes your panties into his hands, and fuck— there’s a stain on it. He brings it close to his face and takes a sniff making his mouth water imagining what you taste like. Ever since then, he has been taking your panties using them to make him cum. One of your panties around his cock, and one of the other being licked and sniff by him. And he knows it’s wrong but for it feels so good. HE DEFINITELY TRIES TO STEAL YOUR BRAS. i just have a feeling. Whenever you two are talking, you fail to notice him adverting his gaze to your exposed boobs wondering how it would feel for him to grab ahold of it, and suck on your pretty nipple, making moans from you come out. And thus, he would wanna steal one of your bras to also jerk off to it lmao. And he’s such a pussy to ask you out so this is the only way to help him cope </3

KUROO TESTSURO: Kuroo is sneaky but not as sneaky as suna. Kuroo always loves to touch you. it doesn’t matter where but he just wants to feel you. When he has to get pass you, he grabs your hips purposely saying, “excuse me angel” because he loves to see your flustered state. Thinking about how flustered you would be when he has you under him, cock piercing in and out of your tight and wet cunny. He also loves to brush his hands against your breast. And he always says that it’s an accident and apologises, but it’s really not and he’s not sorry. All he wants to do is grab your breast and just suck on them until you beg him to touch you. But sadly, that isn’t reality, so he has to cope by listening to your pretty little voice on the phone. Sounds normal right? Well it’s not because on the other side of the phone, kuroo is stroking and playing with himself to your voice. And he let’s out a groan as you stretch and moan telling him you had a crazy and tired day. And fuck, that his is dick throbbing. He just wants you so bad he doesn’t know what to do with himself <\33. He’s also one of those cheesy people who likes to share straws with you, he thinks that you two are technically kissing and that’s just enough for him to think about that when he’s humping into his pillow, thinking about your soft lips kissing on his neck, his face, his lips, his cock.

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[kuroosdarling]

HQ men + loving moments during sex

ft. bokuto, suna, kuroo, semi, oikawa

‎a/n: pls okay i’ve never done a format like this but i had this idea so why not ?? i tried to proofread it but ... i couldnt focus lmfao so pls ignore any mistakes </3 and enjoy ur faves being utterly in love with you

‎♡‧₊˚ cw: mentions of breeding, oral (fem!receiving), implied overstimulation, creampie, unprotected sex, these men are simps for you, okay?<3

bokuto:

usually sex with bokuto fast and rough, due to his size and the sheer amount of force he can emit. sometimes, he just needed to slow down and hold you close. like tonight — the two of you were cuddling and after you rubbed your ass against him one too many times, one thing easily led to another. bokuto had his strong arms wrapped securely around you, spooning you as he slowly but deeply thrusted into you. there wasn’t a breath of space between your bodies, bokuto pulling you closer to him as he continued to plunge his cock into your drooling cunt. he always got so lost in pleasure as you squeeze so deliciously around him, coaxing him to bury himself as far as he can go so he could properly breed you. but he wanted to hold out, draw it out for as long as possible. he relished in how close he was to you, running his hands all over your beautiful body. his lips ghosted your ears, murmuring the softest praises into your ears. he cherished you so much, you were the one that grounded him, gave him hope, gave him motivation. he couldn’t imagine his life without you in it. he’s so happy when he’s with you and he wants you to know just how much he adores you as his thrusts drive home in your fluttering cunt.

“love you s’much, never wanna let you go baby”

suna:

sunas favorite thing in the world was to bury his head between your thighs after a long day of practice. mindlessly lapping at your cunt, circling his tongue around your clit as you pull on his hair, arching your back further away from the bed. he loved watching your reactions, peering up every so often with his deep green eyes to soak up every sinful moan that flowed from your lips. he’s hooked on your heavenly taste and only craves more and more. each time you tug his hair, he can’t help but groan straight into your cunt, the vibrations falling dangerously close to your clit. his body is begging for release as he involuntarily ruts against the mattress but he won’t let go until he’s had his fill of you. his pretty eyes flicker back up to your half-lidded ones, hazy with desire and adoration. he can’t help but pull back a bit and offer you a soft smile. he goes to rest his cheek against your inner thigh — his disheveled hair tickling the already overly sensitive area, sending small pulses of electricity through your body. his calloused hands soothingly rub along your shaky thighs as he admires you like you’re the one that hung the stars in the sky.

“how’d you get to be so pretty, huh?”

kuroo:

nothing beat coming home to you after a long day of work. enveloping himself in your love and sweet affection made his world feel right again. all he wanted to do was lay you down, stare into your eyes, and make love to you. so that’s exactly what he planned on doing. his fingertips dance down your body as he grabs hold of your thighs and spreads you open, gazing down at your cunt in pure adoration. his aching cock presses against his dress pants. it doesn’t take him long to free himself and line himself up at your entrance, ready to pour all of his love into you — so eager to feel that love returned to him like it always does. the two of you gaze at one another for a moment too long, a soft smile spreading across both of your faces. seeing you sprawled out for him, eager to accept him in the most intimate way, a way that only he had the pleasure of seeing, made his heart race even after all these years. he reaches down to caress your face as he eases his way into you, your cunt doing most the work as you suck him in. groaning, he leans in closer to you, his gaze still locked onto yours as he rests his forehead against yours.

“fuck — how do you always feel so incredible f’me?”

semi:

what started as an innocent shower, quickly turned into something more passionate. even while he was fucking himself into you against the wall, semi managed to make you feel like you were being gently cradled in all of his love. a constant stream of groans flew from his lips into your ear. his skillful hands were wrapped around you, the grip firm on your hips, so tight they were bound to leave little marks. the thought drove him wild. his lips carried him all around your body, leaving his mark against your neck, your shoulders, your back —anywhere he could. he needed to be closer to you, impossibly close. he couldn’t help but turn you around, a chance to look into your eyes as he felt his core begin to tighten. groaning, he took your hand and laced it with his own, pinning it onto the wall beside you. your sweet cries only fueled him more, you were just so perfect for him. your breathless kisses consumed his mind, overpowering what little control he had left. he pushed all the way into you as he came, your cunt milking him for all he was worth. pressing his forehead against yours, he can’t help but fall even a little more for you, if that was even possible.

“g-god angel, you drive me absolutely insane.”

oikawa:

oikawa loved mornings like these. it was his absolute favorite way to start his day. pulling you into his lap so you can have your way with him. he loved watching you chase your high, using him to do it. his hands cascade down the sides of your body, finding their place on your hips in an attempt to push you down even further onto him so he could reach the deepest parts of you. his desire for you had him in a haze, eager to accept everything you’d give him. your hands splayed across his chest as you moved your body back and forth, gazing down at him as you taunt him by setting a slower pace. even though he knows your teasing him, drawing out his pleasure in a way only you know how to — he’d never seen a more beautiful, ethereal sight in his life. he feels so lucky to have you in his life, to be by your side. his pretty moans fill the room as he sits up, wrapping his arms around you so you are tightly wound together, desperately grinding against one another. he needed to be as close with you as possible, pressing skin against skin. two bodies, one soul. he’s in a heaven that can only be found with you.

“atta girl — take whatever you need from me, ‘m all yours

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[chikaras-garden]

Patience

Your boyfriend finds out that you’re secretly working for a rival mafia family. It’s only right that he teaches you a lesson for spying on him.

Pairing: mafia!Kuroo x fem!reader

Words: 2.4k

Contains: dubcon, mafia!Kuroo, dom!Kuroo, mean!Kuroo, brat!reader, fingering, piv sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, sex as punishment, roughness, manhandling, desk sex, K calls R “kitten,” “little girl,” and “naughty girl”

Notes: 18+ or you’ll be blocked, also on ao3

“You’re lucky I’m patient.”

Tetsuro stands in the doorway of the office—his office. You’re not sure how long he’s been there, but you’re certain he just caught you digging through papers on his desk, on top of the fact that you’re not even supposed to be in here at all. Ever. That was rule number one of being with him, not that you ever had any intention of following it. 

You involuntarily gasp, stuffing the papers in your hands behind your back. His eyes lazily glance between your hidden arms and your face; somewhere between the quirk of his eyebrow and downturn of his lips, you know you’re caught.

Closing your eyes, you expect to be yelled at. Thrown out of the room. Locked away. Worse. That’s what other men you’ve dealt with—done this to—would have done to you, anyway.

But, Tetsuro’s voice is even, only clouded by the shadow of disappointment.

Suddenly, that voice is right next to the shell of your ear. What he says sends electricity down your spine, sends the papers falling to the floor, sends your fingers reaching for his chest. “I wasn’t told you were going to misbehave.”

You feel his arms cage you in, one hand on either side of your hips, fingers drumming on the solid wood of his desk. He doesn’t touch you. He won’t do it, he never has, and that stirs something in between frustration and need in your stomach.

“Look at me.”

His hazel eyes are dark and analytical, tinted by the shroud of catching the one woman he’s let into his life in the act of betraying him. Your lips part, trembling, and it isn’t his rage, sadness, or bloodlust that channels fear into you.

It’s his complete lack of them.

“So you steal information from me, pass it off to…” when you don’t answer, he sighs, the first sign of his real annoyance at you, as if you’re no more bothersome than a delayed train. “...whoever you’re working for, not that the list of people who’d want to screw me over is short.”

Tetsuro tilts his head, and his voice follows to the shell of your other ear, his breath grazing your cheekbone. He speaks quietly, every syllable so perfectly measured to show you that he’s in control. It’s eerie, and you swallow hard at the realization.

“Then what, kitten? Did you think you were smart enough that I’d never find out?”

You let out a shuddering breath while your eyes slip closed again. This close, you smell his cologne: it’s cold, but still burns your nose—peppermint and sage. You tilt your head back, baring your neck to him like an offer: Does he dare to take it?

“Fuck,” he whispers, realizing what you’re thinking as soon as it crosses your mind. “You just wanted my attention, didn’t you?”

Caught both in the act and with your true intentions, you nod.

He starts laughing.

It starts with a chuckle that fights its way out of his chest, but it swiftly melts into real laughter more genuine than you’ve ever heard from him. Your eyes fly open, and you spot a mean, self-satisfied grin. But, behind that, you see eyes ablaze with an echo of the need swirling in your stomach.

Your toes curl. Every layer of clothing you’re wearing is starting to feel hot, like it’s burning. You reach a hand back, fingers extending behind you until they touch skin: his skin, which burns as hot as yours.

He stares at you with an intensity that would scare anyone else, but you’ve grown accustomed to his nuances. “Gonna have to make you regret this, you know.” 

Oh, you know. And you’re hoping he makes good on that threat in ways that surprise the very excitable imagination you’ve been developing since the moment you met him. So, you egg him on. “Are you sure you’re the right man for the job? I mean, I did get this far…”

Before you can finish, he grabs you by the hips and hoists you on top of his desk, paperwork be damned. You’re stunned threefold: first by his strength, second by his speed, and third by his lips capturing yours while your mouth is still open, ready to accept his tongue.

This kiss is more intoxicating than anything you’ve ever felt before. Your head swims, and you reach for him to tether yourself to this Earth before the feeling of him sends you straight to the moon. Your fingers wind into his hair, and you tug without thinking. Just that little action, so innocent compared to all the ways you’ve thought about him, makes him moan into your mouth.

His fingers, long and roughed up by who knows what, make quick work of your clothes. Shirt, up and over your head. Bra, tossed across the room. Skirt, pooled on the floor. Panties, dangling from your ankle. You thought removing clothes would make you feel better, cool you off, keep your head on straight, but the air in Tetsuro’s office burns hot with your need for more, more, more.

You need him to give you what you want. He needs you to make him do so, evidently.

“Tetsuro,” you whine, fighting against the kisses he places to the corner of your mouth. “Tetsuro, please, please.”

His hands massage into the soft skin of your thighs, spreading you wide so he can fit easily in between them. There’s an unforgiving gap between your pussy and his still-clothed dick; though it must only be as wide as your fist, it feels like it’s a whole ocean across, like you can’t just reach out and bring him to you.

“Naughty girls don’t get what they want.” Although he’s teasing you, his chest rises and falls with heavy panting. It’s a struggle to keep up with what his body wants to do to you, what your body demands of him. He kisses down your throat, your collarbone, the top of your chest—and you whine in response to his snail’s pace.

“I can earn it.” Your beg is heard by interested ears; you can practically see him perk up at the suggestion, glancing up at you through dark eyelashes. “I’ll do anything.”

For several beats, he ignores you. You watch him fight against his own willpower, and you realize—while his eyes dart from your lips to your hands to between your legs—that you don’t need to hear him say it to know that you’ve won. He hides his concession in another ravenous kiss; this time, his hands find your breasts and mercilessly squeeze, making you mewl and invite his tongue back into your mouth.

His hands feel like fire consuming your skin, making you shake from head to toes. You’ve never been with him like this, but you’ve imagined it, and you know you want it. And, in fact, your imagination doesn’t come close to the real deal.

He grips one of your thighs, holds your leg around his waist, angling you so he can get a view of your folds that makes him sigh. It’s a breathy sound unlike anything you’ve ever heard from him before; when you try to lean into him, try to give him a kiss of your own, his free hand presses against your chest.

“Stay still, would you?” He tuts, feigning annoyance that’s softened by the smirk on his lips. Then, he whispers a betrayal of the act he’s been putting on. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

Then, he reaches for your folds, wasting no time in thumbing at your clit. You bite your lip; though he doesn’t physically hold you back anymore, you stay where he put you, telling yourself that it’s just because this angle makes the shapes he’s tracing on your clit feel even better. Indignantly, you ignore the voice in your head that’s whispering about being good for him. Proving yourself. Earning what you want.

“Oh,” he groans while your pussy swallows two of his fingers all the way to the third knuckle; he’s not even trying. “This is exactly what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Hips twitching, trying to brush your clit against the palm of his hand, you nod. Tetsuro leans his forehead against yours and chuckles, a sound that makes you shiver from how close it is; he still isn’t looking at you, not really. He’s looking down, captivated by the way his fingers sink into you.

Testing your balance, you lift one hand to grip his shoulder. He doesn’t move, not even to acknowledge your touch, so you dance your fingers across his collarbone, down his chest, all while your own breathing grows heavier and heavier. You’re certain you’re a mess, and you think it’s wildly unfair that you’re the only one.

So, your trembling hands make clumsy work of his shirt buttons. The thin white fabric feels like silk under your hands, soft and supple, something you’d love to rub your face all over if it wasn’t currently in your way. Every button undone, you get a glimpse of the sculpted chest underneath; you end up so distracted, eyeing him hungrily, that you miss the fact that his fingers have stilled inside you.

Until they pull almost all the way out, making you gasp, and plunge all the way back in, curling upward in a way that makes you cry out. With an almost-literal snap of his fingers, you’re on the edge of a high you weren’t sure he’d let you have.

A sudden fear crosses your mind. With wide eyes, you look up at him, only to find him looking back with a wild, starving gaze. 

“T-Tetsuro,” you keen, “wanna come.”

“Wanna come?” he mocks, curling his fingers in the same way again. You start to slump forward, wiggling your hips, but he grasps your shoulder to keep you an arm’s length away, in perfect view for him. “Think you deserve it?”

“Please!” you beg. You don’t care what you have to do or say to get it. Tetsuro’s fingers feel so good, and you’ll be damned if you let him ruin this orgasm for you.

You think you hear a mutter of “alright, girl, alright,” not unlike he’s talking to a stray cat mewling at him for scraps of food. The metaphor isn’t lost on you: you do, in fact, feel something like a starving animal while his fingers pick up the pace. He fucks you into his palm until release crashes over you, feeling like the best, biggest, finest meal you’ve eaten in months.

Shuddering, you breathe something that sort of resembles his name, incomplete syllables tumbling out of your lips while you wrap yourself around him. His fingers linger inside of you, and you feel his eyes on you, watching, waiting. For what? You don’t know—you don’t care. With his free arm, he holds you against his chest, and you welcome the comforting sear of his bare skin against your cheek.

Seconds pass, and then you hear, “Alright. That was one.”

Your eyes flutter open. Delirious, you murmur, “One?”

He doesn’t entertain you with a response. Instead, he pulls his fingers away from you to shrug his shirt all the way off and, before you can complain about the absolute void between your legs, you hear the soft clink of metal on leather.

Trousers slide down his thighs. He steps out of them, closer to you, and leans over you; he’s tall, so tall that it’s too easy for him to collect your wrists in one hand while he lays you back on his desk.

Ironically, the papers you were trying to steal are right underneath your cheek.

He holds your wrists loosely in one hand, presses them against the tabletop above your head. His grip is loose, like a warning: just try fighting, and see what happens. You catalog the idea for another day.

He angles his hips in a way that has the tip of his cock brushing against your wet, puffy folds. He hisses—or maybe you do, or maybe you both do. There’s a brief moment of eye contact where you notice need and selfishness in his gaze. Lowly, he says, “Remember, kitten, this is supposed to be your punishment.”

And then, he sheaths himself inside you. He’s neither fast, nor slow; he moves at the pace he wants, ignoring the wriggling of your hips and strangled little noises coming out of your throat. He’s as big as you imagined, big enough to stuff you fuller than your fingers or toys ever could. Your eyes fall closed as you resign yourself to enjoying the stretch, the lude sounds of cock plunging into leftover come, and the rhythmic roll of his hips driving into you.

You moan his name as soon as you feel another high mounting within you; it’s shameful how quick it rushes in, sneaking up on you. 

He bends forward and presses sloppy kisses to the sides of your chest. The more you strain, heavy breaths struggling against the weight of him, the harder he kisses. In short order, lips turn to teeth, and he’s biting, bruising your breasts while his cock pounds into you. He marks you as his, claims you, brands you like a punishment for “forgetting” who you belong to.

Tetsuro’s cock buried deep inside you, his lips attached to your chest, you’re not sure when one orgasm ends and the next begins. All you know is he has you coming again and again until the room spins around you. You’re dizzy, blissed, panting, whimpering, and writhing underneath his iron grip on your wrists.

You twist your hips, searching for a moment of reprieve, just a second to catch your breath, but he responds with a grunt and an upward thrust that makes you cry out. “Don’t be difficult, kitten. You wanted to be taught a lesson? Here it is.”

“Said you’d do anything,” he mumbles, but it’s so quiet that it’s almost drowned out by the sound of skin slapping skin. He’s deep, so deep, too deep. You can’t focus, can’t think, can barely feel anything except his cock plunging into you, kissing your cervix with every thrust. 

“Tetsuro,” you whimper. “I-it…’s too much, please…”

“Patience, little girl,” he warns through gritted teeth. “I’m making you…regret trying to betray me…remember?”

You find it in you to put up a little bit of a fight. Heart pounding, head light and fuzzy, you squeeze his hips with your thighs, trying to put a few inches of distance in between you. Slow down, your mind chants; slow down. You want him. You want a break. Your stomach begins to coil again, and you let out a pitiful, broken moan.

Tetsuro laughs breathlessly, then picks up the pace, making you cry out with another orgasm. “Good—Good girl. I’m done with you when I say so.”

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Kenma, Akaashi, Kuroo and Bokuto x Reader

TW: Non con, fisting, anal, double penetration (Front and back), knife play, blood, carving into skin, If i missed anything please let me know!

AN: Unedited for the most part. Sorry It's been a while guys! I was writing a jjk fic but then I just thought of this and wanted to write it dhbvshdv

Word count: 3.8K

Y/n ran through the house slipping on the rug. She tripped a little but was able to gain her footing again as she ran once more. She saw the door in her vision as she picked up her pace. As she was unlocking all the locks, she was pulled back by her left shoulder. She was slammed into the ground as the man laughed. 

“You can’t outrun me.” He said with a devious smirk. 

Y/n’s first reaction was to start screaming. The man with black and blonde hair covered her mouth. Y/n instantly bit down hard on his hand drawing blood. 

“Ow you bitch!” He yelled.  

“Kenma, are you okay?

“No, that stupid bitch bit me!” He yelled at the black haired man. 

“Fuck.” The black haired man sees Y/n getting up and rushing for the front door. “Y/n, if you know what’s good for you you will stop right now.” He said in a stern voice.  

“It’s too late to give up now, Akaashi!” She yelled as she began to unlock the seven locks on the door. Akaashi rushed to her side as she turned with all her force and punched him in the nose. He fell backwards with a bloody nose/. Kenma rushed up to her other side as she used a swift kick to hit him in the balls.

“Fuck!” He yelled as he fell down holding his crotch. 

Y/n unlocked the last lock as she ripped the door open. She began to run down the long driveway of the private house on the outskirts of Tokyo. Around the house was nothing but trees, but she figured if she ran through the forest she would be safe from Kuroo and Bokuto, who were probably on their way home. 

Y/n started to run through the forest as she heard a car pull in the driveway. She turned back to see Bokuto rush to the front door. Akaashi was standing on the porch holding his nose as he pointed to the forest where Y/n was. 

She turned as fast as she could on her feet and ran for her life. She knew if she went back to the house, she’d be screwed, maybe even dead. 

It wasn’t long after Bokuto had begun his hunt, like she was a deer and he was the hungry mountain lion. He ran at full speed as she kept running. 

It wasn’t always like this, Y/n actually used to work at the 24 hour convenience store. Kenma had come into her store many times to buy energy drinks around 2 or 3 am. It was just Kenma at first, harmless soft Kenma. Until he started to bring in his friend, Kuroo. Kuroo started to stalk Y/n, figuring out she was a university student at Tokyo U. Their friend Akaashi happened to go there as well. He started off casually following her around for Kenma… and then for Kuroo. He then began to take photos, stalking her more intensely. He learned her schedule, he learned everything about her and he claimed it was all for them.

One Friday night, Kenma went into the convenience store with Kuroo. 

“Hey Y/n.” He said monotone as usual. “I am having a party this weekend at my place. Figured I’d invite you since I always see you around.” 

“When is it? I most likely will be working so I probably won’t be abe to make it.” She said upset. 

“Monday.”

“Oh, I have classes on Tuesdays, I shouldn’t.” 

“C’mon Y/n!” Kuroo said, “Have some fun! We always see you here. You must not even sleep at this point.” 

“I sleep a couple hours after I get off at 6.” She laughed. “But maybe.” 

“Say you’ll come, please?” Kenma asked. 

She couldn’t resist Kenma. 

“Okay… What time should I get there?” 

“8pm, Oak Tree Rd, 175. See you next week, beautiful.” Kuroo smiled at her.  

She smiled as the two walked out the front door. 

Timeskip to Monday…. 

Y/n grabbed her bag and checked herself in the mirror again. She smiled as she looked at her black clubbing dress. She never had a chance to wear it as she always worked.  

Y/n began to walk outside to her apartment lobby. She looked at the time and saw it was 7:24pm. She began to walk. The party was only 34 minutes away, ust on the other side of her work. 

Y/n arrived at a house, there was no noise coming from the house. She walked up to the door really slowly. She knocked on the front door.  

“Hey Beautiful! You made it!” Kuroo said as he opened the door.  

“Um… I thought it was a party.” She tried covering up her chest a bit. 

“It actually starts at 9:30pm. We just wanted you to meet our close friends first.” Kuroo said. 

“Oh makes sense I guess.” She murmured.  

“Come in.” Kuroo stepped aside for Y/n to walk inside. She looked around the mansion astonished. “Nice, huh?”

“Hey Y/n.” Kenma said. “Glad you could make it.” 

“Hi Kenma.” She looked around the large room with 3 couches in it. There was a large projector style tv on the wall. 

“Hi I am Bokuto!” A man with silver and black roots said. 

“Hey, I am Akaashi.” The black haired man said from behind Bokuto. 

“These are our best friends.” Kuroo said. 

“It’s nice to meet you guys. I’m Y/n.” She said. 

“Come have a seat.” Bokuto motions her in between him and Akaashi.  

“So tell us about yourself, Y/n.”Akaashi smiled. 

“I go to Tokyo U. I work at a convenience store. I met Kenma and Kuroo from said convenience store. That’s about it.” She said with a nervous laugh. 

“You go to Tokyo U? I do as well.” Akaashi pretended not to know. 

“Oh what do you study?” Y/n asked.

“Editing and creative writing.” Akaashi said. “And you?” 

“I’m in med school. Hoping to be a Neurologist one day.” 

“Wow you must really never sleep then.” Kuroo said. 

“I study and do homework at work.” She laughed.

“Impressive.” Kenma said. 

“How about you three?” Y/n asked the rest of the guys in the room. 

“I’m a professional Volleyball player for MSBY.” Bokuto spoke up. 

“I work for the Japan Volleyball Association in the sports promotion division.” Kuroo added.  

“I’m the CEO of my own company and a streamer.” Kenma said.

 “Oh wow.” Y/n said. 

Just then the doorbell rang.  

“Looks like the party arrived early.” Kuroo said as he walked out of the room. 

Y/n stood up and walked to the kitchen to get a drink.

“Hey sexy, did it hurt?” A man said from behind Y/n. 

“If you ask if it hurt when I fell from Heaven, I’ll scream right now.” She said,  The guy laughed. 

“I’m Atsumu. What’s yer name, Angel?” 

“Please leave our guest alone, Atsumu. She’s not looking for you to dick her down, I promise.” Kuroo said from behind Y/n. 

Y/n sighed in relief as she turned around. Kuroo passed her a red solo cup full of Vodka. She took one sip and made a face at him.  

“What is this? It’s disgusting.” She said as Kuroo laughed as he took it back and chugged down the cup's contents. 

“Let’s make you something mixed then.” Atsumu rolled his eyes as he walked away from the two. Bokuto came into the kitchen and bumped into Y/n making her turn as Kuroo slipped something into her drink. He dumped coke on top of the rum in her cup and passed it back to her. The pill vanished into nothing as she took her first sip. Kuroo looked at Bokuto with a wink as he walked away. In 15 to 20 minutes their plan would take course. 

The two talked as Akaashi came up to them. Some time passed as Kuroo checked his watch. 

“Hey guys, I am not feeling too hot. Do you know what time it is?” Y/n asked, feeling herself fade out of consciousness. 

“It’s 10:30 pm, Y/n.” 

Y/n blinked and suddenly she was on the balcony with Bokuto’s hands on her waist. 

“Wha-what time is it?” She slurred, reaching up to grab her head in hopes to calm her throbbing headache.

“1:45am baby, why?”

“What?” She felt herself grow dizzy as she fell into Bokuto’s chest. 

“Are you okay? I should take you home. Sit for a second let me get some water.” He placed her down on a chair as he walked back into the room. He texted the others “Code red.” 

He slipped two roofies from his pocket and into the bottle of water. He took one sip before doing so so it wouldn’t be suspicious. 

“Here Y/n.” He passed her the water bottle as she began to chug it back. “Let’s just wait here a few minutes so the world stops spinning for you.”

She gave him a thumbs up as she continued to drink. The more she drank the dizzier she felt.  

“Bo….I don’t- I don’t feel good at all.” She tried to stand up as she fell into his chest once again. “Help me.” She whispered as she felt her eyes grow heavy and her body go limp. 

Bokuto smiled at the limp drugged up body in his arms as he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. He placed her on the bed carefully. Kuroo busted open the door and looked at the scene before him. 

“Thank god, What was code red about?” He asked Bokuto. 

“She became conscious again. I gave her a couple more roofies and knocked her out.” 

“Well she’s going to feel like shit when she wakes up.” Akkashi said from behind Kuroo. “Kenma is clearing out the party now.” ���Good, that means it will be easier for us to get her out.” 

“How are we doing that again?” Bokuto asked. 

“Kenma got me to park in the garage so we could throw her in the trunk.” Kuroo said. 

“Okay. Let me go be our eyes and ears downstairs.” Akaashi said as he left. 

Bokuto looked at the unconscious Y/n on the bed and smiled. 

“She’s almost ours, Kuroo.” Bokuto said with a smile. 

“She is, Bo.” 

A few minutes later Akaashi walked back into the room. 

“All clear.” Akaashi said to the guys. Bokuto lifted her unconscious body off the bed. He began to carry her bridal style down the stairs.  

Bokuto walked into the garage as Kuroo popped open the trunk. He lightly places Y/n’s unconscious body in the trunk. 

“Let’s head out. It’s a long drive to the cabin.” Kenma said from the door behind them.  

Bokuto and Akaashi got into the back seat. The four headed out. 

It wasn’t too long before Bokuto began to get antsy. 

“Are we almost there? I want to be there! How much longer?” Bokuto’s legs started to shake.

“Bokuto-san, we will get there soon, don’t worry.” Akaashi said as he put a hand on his knee.

“I want to hold her though.” Bokuto huffed.  

“How much longer, Kenma?” Akaashi asked.  

“About 20 minutes.” Kenma said. 

“Awww but I want to be there now!” Bokuto whined again. 

"Bo, how are you this excited for someone you haven’t met before tonight?” Kuroo asked with a laugh. 

“Kaashi has told me all about her, he shows me her pictures too. Sometimes he shows me the videos he takes for you guys. She is so pretty and beautiful and she's just so perfect for us!” 

“Seems like someones in love.” Kuroo laughed again. 

The car was full of Bokuto and Kuroo talking about their favorite things about Y/n. 

Kuroo pulled up into the parking lot of a two story house surrounded by trees. Bokuto practically jumped out of the car. He ripped open the trunk to see a still passed out Y/n laying there surrounded by pillows.  

Bokuto lifted up her unconscious body and carried her to the door where Kenma was unlocking it. 

“There's a door to the basement in the pantry.” Kenma said as he motioned for them to go inside…. 

Y/n woke up with a splitting headache. She couldn’t remember much from the party, or how she even got home. She went to move her hands to rub her eyes, but something was restricting her hands. She looked up and saw her hands tied to the above bed post. She began to feel her heart beat increase, she pulled down on her arms and began to panic. 

“She's awake!” A voice yelled from across the room. 

“Perfect.” 

“What’s going on?” Y/n asked, confused. “Where am I? Who are you?” Her voice began to shake. 

“Y/n! It’s just us!” Bokuto exclaimed. “You’re safe here, okay?” Bokuto sat on the side of the bed. He placed his hands on her bare stomach. 

“Where are my clothes?!?” Y/n was freaking out as she noticed she was only in her lingerie. 

“Your dress was so tight, we thought we’d let your body breathe baby.” Kuroo said from behind Bokuto. 

Kenma walked in the room with Akaashi as Y/n tried to pull away from Bokuto’s hands. 

Bokuto’s hands trailed up Y/n’s side. 

“Baby, don’t pull away.” Bokuto said. 

Kuroo reached around Bokuto and started to untie Y/n’s hands. 

Y/n was quick to pull away from Bokuto and pulled her knees into her as she braced herself into the Headboard against the wall. 

“Baby, don’t back away.” Bokuto sighed as his hair deflated. He reached his hand out to touch her again. 

“Don’t touch me!” She screamed. 

Bokuto was taken aback by her shouting. He looked at Akaashi. 

    “Y/n, I know you’re scared, but there's no need to shout at us.” Akaashi said calmly. He moved over to the edge of the bed and reached for her. 

Y/n slapped Akaashi’s hand away. 

“I said don’t touch me!” She screamed again. 

Akaashi looked back at Kuroo and Kenma. Kuroo pushed past the two of them and grabbed Y/n by the ankles. He pulled her down the bed. She began kicking and screaming as Kuroo raised his hand to slap her across the face. She reached up and grabbed her cheek as she cried. 

“You are going to act like a brat, I’ll treat you like one.” Kuroo said. 

He was quick to place his hand on her throat as he began to apply pressure. She reached up and tried to pry Kuroo’s big hands off her throat. 

“Kuroo, careful.” Kenma warned. 

“She’s being an ungrateful bitch.” He spat back. He ripped down her underwear as he shoved two fingers inside of her pussy. 

“Kuroo! I wanted to be the first one to fuck her.” Bokuto whined. 

“Then get over here before I change my mind.” Kuroo said. 

4 ½ months later… 

That's how they got into their current situation, y/n running for her life through the woods in nothing but Bokuto’s shirt and underwear.  

Y/n was giving everything she had into running away. She heard footsteps catching up to her. She tried her best to speed up as she felt a hand on her shoulder. She was pulled back and thrown to the ground. 

“Fuck! Let me go!” She screamed.  

“Baby, calm down! You’re just confused.” Bokuto’s voice cooed at her. He picked her up as Kuroo arrived at the scene. 

“Stupid bitch thought she could escape.” Kuroo laughed. “Here.” He passed Bokuto a pair of Handcuffs. 

“No please! No! I just want to go home!” Y/n cried. 

“You were home.” Kuroo snapped. 

Bokuto and Kuroo fought and put the handcuffs on Y/n’s wrists. She was crying and thrashing her wrists as Bokuto carried her back bridal style.  

“Bring her back down stairs. I have a surprise for her.” Kenma said manically. 

“On it.” Kuroo said as he led Bokuto through the house.  

Akaashi went behind them and began to lock up the front door again. Kenma walked past him and into the kitchen and grabbed a large knife. 

“Woah what’s that for Kenma?” Akaashi asked.  

“You’ll see.” He smiled a devilish smile.

The two walked down the stairs where Bokuto and Kuroo had tied Y/n down to the bed.  

“Kuroo.” Kenma spoke. “Do you want to go first?” He asked, holding out the knife. 

“You deserve it. She did bite you after all.” Kuroo said. Bokuto just finished tying a rag in her mouth. 

Kenma grabbed the shirt on her as he sliced it off in one quick motion. He was quick to repeat the process to her underwear too. 

“Woah Kenma, careful you don’t cut her.” Bokuto said. 

“Where’s the fun in that?” Kenma smirked once again. 

Kenma pressed the tip of the knife into her soft thigh. He began to apply pressure as Y/n began to cry harder. Kuroo grabbed hold of her ankles as she tried to kick him off. 

Kenma pressed hard into her skin as he carved two letter K’s into her left thigh. He passed the knife over to Akaashi. Akaashi smiled as he pressed the knife down into her right thigh. He carved out AK before passing it to Kuroo. Akaashi and Kenma held down one leg each. Kuroo took his own sweet time to carve on the left side KT. He passed over the knife to Bokuto who looked a little uneasy. 

“Cmon Bo, you can do it.” Kuroo encouraged him. 

“It’s hurting her though.” Bokuto said all sad. 

“She hurt us Bo, she tried to leave us. We gave her everything and she repays us by leaving? This is just a reminder to her she's ours.” Kuroo said. 

Bokuto smiled as he looked down at her right thigh. He carved out a BK as he smiled. The blood was running down her leg.  Bokuto tossed the knife aside as he pulled his shirt off. 

“Seeing her like this…. Is making me feel some way…” He said with a devious smirk.  

Bokuto began to get naked in front of the other guys as Kuroo laughed. 

“Looks like Bo got turned on after all.” Kuroo said. 

Kuroo took his shirt off as Akaashi placed his hand on Kuroo’s shoulder.  

“What are you doing?” He asked him. 

“There’s enough room for all of us after all, remember?” 

Kenma smiled as he began to strip down too. Akaashi didn’t take long to follow through. 

The guys all turned to face Bokuto as they heard a loud muffled groan leave Y/n’s mouth.  Bokuto had shoved himself inside Y/n’s pussy dry. He began to frantically pump inside her. 

“Woah Bokuto, wait for us will you?” Akaashi said with a laugh. “Who’s taking what?” 

“I call dibs on her mouth.” Kenma said as he climbed onto the bed.  

“I’ll take her ass if you are okay to share with Bokuto this time Kasshi?” Kuroo asked. 

Akaashi nodded as he Approached the bed. 

“Bo, can you turn her on her side. I want to make space in her tight little asshole for me.” Kuroo smiled. 

Bokuto smiled back as he moved her on her side. Kuroo grabbed the lube from the bedside table. He opened it up and dropped a few drops on Y/n’s tiny butthole. He began to rub it in slowly as she begged for them to stop. 

“Kenma, shut her up before I do.” Akaashi said. 

Kenma laughed as he climbed to the top of the bed. Bokuto pulled her down a bit as Kenma got above her. 

“You bite me now, I’ll slice you up. Got it?” She shook her head in agreement. Kenma quickly shoved his member down her throat. He grabbed the back of her head and forced her to take all of him. It was Akaashi’s turn to join the fun. He put lube on his member as he lined it up next to Bokuto’s. Y/n was unable to do anything as her hands were still tied up. Kuroo now had 3 fingers shoved up Y/n’s asshole. 

“Bokuto, can you shift a little. I want to join you inside so we can all cum together.” Akaashi said. 

As Akaashi was forcing himself inside as Kuroo pulled his fingers out. Kuroo opened up the bottle of lube again and dumped it all over his hand. Kuroo smiled to himself as he slowly started to work his large fist into Y/n.  She cried out as Kuroo and Akaashi fully pushed in at the same time.  

“Fuck! Do that again.” Kenma moaned as she gasped and moaned out around his cock.  

Kuroo laughed as he pulled his hand almost all the way out, then quickly slammed it in at full speed once again. 

“Yeah fuck just like that.” Kenma moaned. 

“Fuck!” Bokuto and Akaashi yelled in sync. 

“Feels good huh?” He smirked. 

“Keep going,”Bokuto said. “She’s getting tighter with every thrust.”

The two in her pussy picked up the pace as Kuroo remained fisting her ass.  

“I’m close.” Akaashi moaned. 

“Fuck me too.” Kenma said. 

“Just cum inside her. I’ll buy some plan B tomorrow.” Kuroo said. 

Just like that, Akaashi and Bokuto shot hot ropes of cum inside Y/n. Kenma wasn’t too far behind as lets his hot load out down her throat. 

Kuroo pulled his fist out as he replaced it with his cock. 

“Fuck, she’s so stretched out.” He said.  

“I want to try fisting her too!” Bokuto whined. 

“Take her pussy. Her ass is mine.” Kuroo said. 

Bokuto looked down at her cum dripping pussy. He shrugged his shoulders as he began to force his massive fist inside her.  

“Stop! Please! It hurts!” She cried out.  

“You deserve this. This isn’t for your pleasure, it’s for ours.” He said as his fist slowly slipped all the way inside. 

Kuroo groaned out as he felt Bokuto’s fist through the thin wall. 

“Fuck Bo, I can feel you on the otherside.” Kuroo moaned. 

“I can see my fist in her stomach!” Bokuto exclaimed excitedly.  

Kuroo was quick to release hot strings of cum inside her ass.

“Fuck that was to good.” Kuroo breathed out.

Y/n laid there crying silently as she begged for it to be over. 

“Well that’s not fair to Kenma or Akaashi, now is it?” Kuroo smirked.  

“Please- please no.” 

“Cmon, let’s not play favorites, okay?” Bokuto said. 

Akaashi grabbed the lube as he lined up to her front entrance and Kenma at the back entrance. 

Y/n was screaming in pain as the two who had finished sat back and watched. 

It wasn’t until hours later they all stopped. Constantly fucking her between their fists and their cocks. She was laying there, completely fucked out when they finally stopped. She was covered in cum and it was dripping from all three of her holes. There was even some blood in other places then her thighs.  

“Let’s get washed up. Let her rest for a little bit.” Akaashi said. 

“We shouldn’t leave her out. I don’t trust her on her own anymore.” Kenma added. 

“Bring the dog carrier.” Kuroo said. 

#tw dark fic #tw noncon #haikyuu smut #yandere haikyuu #haikyuu dark content #haikyuu noncon #haikyuu yandere #kenma smut #kuroo smut #bokuto smut #akaashi smut

[ashthemadwriter-archived]

Men whose favorite sight is you on your knees in front of them, gagging harshly as you struggle to take them all in. Their hand slowly reaches for your cheek, just to wipe your ruined mascara off your pretty face; admiring how your tears won't stop shedding from your eyes. Oh how well you're taking them, all dressed up in a nice laced lingerie that shows off your breathtaking skin a little bit too much, and how much they love your stubbornness when you take milking them down your throat as a challenge, and try to give them as much pleasure as you can. They can never get enough of your glassy eyes that's focused on them, trying to record every little groan you earn by sucking them off in your mind. Nothing would compare to the moisture of your wet mouth; and how the tip of their length hits the back of your throat every time you gulp their cock. Men who would whimper unconsciously as they worship their s/o's messy hair, wondering how they got this lucky to be stuck with someone as stunning as you.

"Look at you baby, taking me so well. You're such a compassionate one, aren't you? God, just like that baby; promise I'll return the favor and express my gratitude once you're done making me feel good. My my; didn't know you were such a crybaby. Are you that desperate for my cock? Fine then; I guess I can't- Ah- resist you when you look this pretty kneeling against me, can I?"

DAZAI, Chuuya, Tachihara, Ranpo, NIKOLAI, VANITAS, ATSUMU, SUNA, Iwaizumi, OIKAWA, Osamu, Sugawara, KUROO, Tendou, Kunimi, Inosuke, GOJO, Sukuna, GETOU, Baji, Draken, Mikey, MELLO

#NSFW! Content #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #ranpo x reader #tachihara x reader #nikolai x reader #vanitas x reader #atsumu x reader #suna x reader #iwaizumi x reader #oikawa x reader #osamu x reader #sugawara x reader #kuroo x reader #tendou x reader #kunimi x reader #inosuke x reader #gojo x reader #sukuna x reader #baji x reader #draken x reader #mikey x reader #dazai smut #chuuya smut #gojo smut #suna smut #nikolai smut #ranpo smut #tachihara smut #vanitas smut

[baguantte]

im still very much a haikyuu artist 

#kuroyaku #my art #haikyuu!! #hq fanart #Kuroo Tetsurou #yaku morisuke #there needs to be more content of them #on my hands and knees #begging

[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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#kinktober #kuroo x reader #haikyuu x reader #kuroo #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo smut #tetsuro smut #haikyuu smut #hq smut #hq x reader #haikyuu dark content #tw.coercion #tw.pseudocest #tw.gore #tw.blood #tw.noncon #tw.dark content #🍯honey.pot #💫ch.kuroo

[yuu-kumeii]

Just imagine what it would be like for your daughter to see your husband with his hair down. Well, you got to see that once in a lifetime moment today and it was marvelous. Because your daughter was not just shocked, she was absolutely devastated. Immediately after she caught a glimpse of his hair, she started crying and kept gesturing to your husband's head.

Your husband crouches down to let her reach for it and the look of absolute betrayal in her eyes at the lack of volume is enough to make you keel over to suppress your laughter. Your husband sends you a look that only served to make you laugh even more.

But that's not even the best part, because your daughter then goes into her room and brings out some of her toys. Why you may ask? Because it was the only way to salvage what was left of his hair (to your daughter at least). Stacking them on top of his head in hopes it would undo the damage but alas, her efforts were futile.

You eventually do come back to your senses and take her back to her room for a nap. Coming back to your husband on the couch, twiddling his thumbs. He makes room for you in between his legs and of course you accept his invitation, making yourself comfortable. Your husband wraps his arms around your waist and buries his head in your neck, mumbling something incoherent. You ask what he was mumbling about while scratching the back of his head lovingly, he responds with,

"I know for a FACT that I don't look ugly when I get out of the shower..... Right?"

You stifle a giggle at your husband's defeated face, nuzzling into his face.

"No....But you might be, to our daughter at least" You muse jokingly. Your husband doesn't seem to fund it all that funny as he lets put a big sigh and uses his body to trap you on the couch, even going as far as to cross his legs on top of yours. Something (the big pout on his face) tells you that you're not leaving this couch until you repent...

"You take that back right now!" His hold on you tightens as he readies his next words. "Or you'll never leave this couch again" A smirk appears on his face, looking triumphant at this predicament.

For what reason?

Well,

"No it was my best joke yet!"

It's a win-win for him either way

KUROO <33333& BOKUTO <;33333

#「★ It's showtime! ★」 #haikyuu fluff #haikyu x female reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu drabbles #kuroo fluff #kuroo tetsuro x reader #bokuto koutaro x reader #bokuto fluff #You know exactly why this drabble is here #The hq fandom is suffering from a lack of official content #I love seeing this fandom go nuts over official clarification of what Kuroo and Bokuto look with their fair down #Never change hq fandom

[lovemeafterhrs]

idk if ur takin requests girl but i’m fr begging for any kuroo content like ur suna smoke fic i will pay good good dalla for that

my requests are currently closed but you’ve inspired me so i whipped up a little somethin’ just for you :P

“kuroo.. what the fuck.” you guffaw, making direct eye contact with the googly eyes attached to your roommate’s new six foot bong.

“got it on a sale, you like it?”

“i mean, yeah. but i’m not sure it’s the most practical.” you shrug, taking a closer look at the pools of color trapped inside the glass. “the eyes are a nice touch.”

“right? please tell me you have your grinder.”

“fuck. i’ll call kenma.” you frown, reaching for your phone in hopes of getting ahold of the grumpy blonde that’s currently in possession of the only thing you’re lacking.

after approximately seven calls between the two of you, kenma arrives at the apartment looking like he just crawled out of the trenches of hell.

the first thing that catches his eye is the comically large water pipe, standing tall above everyone in the room besides the rooster-headed man. soulless plastic eyeballs glare at him forebodingly as he takes a few steps towards the couch.

“you losers woke me up after my twelve hour shift for this?”

“well, yeah.” kuroo grins as he reaches for the sealed container.

“you still have my grinder.” you add, tone playful as you wrap your arm around kenma’s shoulders. he hands it over to you with a sigh, letting you lead him towards the couch.

“you left it at my house.” his reply earns an offended gasp from you, pretending his words aren’t completely true as you watch kuroo plop ice cubes down the neck of the bong.

both you and kenma have to stand on top of the couch cushions to even reach the mouthpiece, and each hit is a duel effort as the other lights the bowl from the floor.

kuroo finds it to be far too comical, until he tries to take a hit and it nearly fucking kills him. it doesn’t help that you’re kneeled on the floor in front of him, eyes glazed over as you watch him cough and die.

tetsurou learns far too quickly that his new purchase is more for decoration than practicality, and after a couple rounds around the circle he’s back to rolling joints at the kitchen table.

across from him, kenma’s barely paying attention to his friend’s babbling. he’s far more content silently playing video games on his switch while he waits for you to finally make something to eat, but he supposes it would be kinder to listen for once.

you however, have chosen to tune them out for the time being as you brown strips of chicken on the stovetop.

“it’s a waste of money.” you tune back in just in time to catch kozume’s snide remark, followed shortly by a loud, offended huff.

“it is not! fuck this, i’m trying it again.” just like that, kuroo’s jumping from his seat to prove him wrong. you hear the soft patter of kenma’s footsteps as he follows his friend to the living room, and you focus back in on the task at hand.

your moment of peace does not last for very long.

preparations for dinner are abruptly halted when you hear a loud crash followed by the sound of glass hitting the floor.

a loud screech fills your ears, and you turn the corner to find tetsurou hunched over in front of the remains of his shiny new piece. bong water coats the knees of his pants as he mourns, looking like a kicked puppy as he sniffles from the floor.

“dumbass.” kenma huffs, bowl piece still loaded in his hands as he shakes his head at his best friend.

#opened up my eyes to stoner kuroo.. #i just know bro made his own gravity bong before he bought his first piece 😭😭 #using this as an opportunity to practice my second person perspective.. #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #haikyuu #kuroo tetsurō #i haven’t written kuroo content since like 2020 im a tad rusty..

[myreygn]

Asahi: If the person I have a crush on disagrees with me, I will change my mind immediately.

Kuroo: That doesn't sound good man, you should really have some principles.

Asahi: You're right, I should.

#did she #oooohhhhh #asakuro content #yall not ready for this era #incorrect quote #incorrect quotes #haikyuu!! #incorrect haikyuu!! #incorrect asakuro #azumane asahi #kuroo tetsurou #asakuro

[kuroosdarling]

a/n: MDNI! this is super self-indulgent lol just a lil drabble of how i think kuroo would react to some of your new piercings

slightly chapped lips roughly met yours, an act of desperation and longing fueled by weeks of agonizing absence. kuroo wasted no time in laying you down on the bed, sprawling you out to his liking as his half-lidded eyes raked over what he had missed so dearly.

he slowly took off your bra, an act that usually had you shying away from his eyes; but now? you were ready for it. a knowing smile spread across your lips as you thought about your little secret. one that you had hid away from him while he was away on his business trip for the past 2 weeks.

kuroo's eyes were glued to your breasts, absolutely in awe at the twin metal barbells that were wedged delicately between each nipple. he didn’t dare move, absolutely enamored as the soft lighting reflected off of them, practically luring him to come for a closer look.

“like them?” you tease, reaching up to run a hand through his hair, tugging onto it swiftly to elicit a sweet groan from him. you knew he liked them, judging by the way his eyes were lit up and his mouth was hanging open. his eyes were fixated on you, nodding so gently as if the movement alone would be too much of a hindrance of his new favorite view. you pull him closer by the back of his head. “why don’t you show me how much then.”

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[toruvi]

purposely avoiding haikyuu movie content bc i refuse to admit that another show thats been with me for 5894735895 years is ending pls im not even over aot yet

#I HEARD THERE WAS A LOT OF KUROO CONTENT THO AND IM DKFJHSJKGH

[thicksimpx]

Pairing: Kuro Tetsuro x Reader (Haikyuu)

Summary: what happens when you send your man nudes for the first time?

Warnings : 18+, mature content, mature language, established relationship, implied nudes, future porn star Kuro (joking), mutual masturbation

Tags - @imperatorkhaleesi @rinhoes @hyeque @festive @eiflawriting @dejwrites @gabzlovesu @hhawkz @preciousamethyst @urfilgoth @mizumikira

You nibble on your knuckles- nervously staring at your phone as you wait for a reply. Normally Tetsuro would’ve responded with a snarky comment by now. Maybe it’s because you said something out of the norm, was he thrown off?

Sighing, you toss your phone into your bed, opting for a cold shower to cool off and clear your thoughts on how to apologize for pushing boundaries so soon in your relationship. Not to mention this all started from him asking to see your nails- instead of sending a picture like a normal person, you naughtily sent an image of you bend over in-front of your mirror with your long coffin shaped nails spreading your cunt for him to see.

The shower did nothing. You were still horny and still regretting possibly having to apologize to Tetsuro for a unwanted picture of your cunt.

Picking up your phone you throw yourself on the bed, unlocking it to see a notification from Kuro. Eight minutes ago. Your palms are sweating as you slowly open iMessage.

Your mouth falls open at the sight of a single video. He even “love” reacted to your picture. Your heart is thumping in your chest. Flipping over onto your stomach you click the video and turn the volume on your phone to max.

There he was, sitting at his desk smirking into the camera, “that was a bold move you pulled there Kitten” he purrs taking of his glasses. Pushing the chair back he reveals his full form, a plain white t and volleyball shorts. “I was looking forward to some excitement today, who knew you were this naughty?”

You continue watching, eyes glued to your phone as he stands, stripping out of shirt and slowly removing his shorts agonizingly slow, purposely teasing you. “I know you were probably hoping for a picture back, but I’ll do you one better”. You watched as his shorts hit the floor and he sits back down in only his briefs- hard a a rock.

“Kitten” Kuro purrs again with his husky voice - and as if you’re right in-front of him your eyes trail up from the bulge in his lap to his face. “That picture, you knew what you were doing” he huffs throwing his head back letting out a low groan as his hand slides into his briefs, dick springing out and slapping his thigh.

Flipping on to your back, you hold your breath; intently watching. It was hot. You were wet. You wish you were on your knees in-front of him as he pleasured himself to the thought of you.

As his hand gripped his dick, slowly pumping- you can hear the soft whimpers coming from him. “Shit kitten, look what you’re doing to me” he whispers picking up the pace of his strokes.

slowly you spread your legs, licking the tips of your fingers you eagerly began circling your clit. Sliding down teasing yourself, already dripping wet from the sound of Tetsuro’s voice alone. Your finger slides in easily, and just as quick you add a second to match his pace.

Your stomach does flips at the sound of his moans, eyes focused on the way he’s stroking, imagining your fingers were his. “Tetsuro..” you moan.

“I’m so close kitten” he whines and yourself more when you hear him whimper through the screen. His strokes sound just as wet as yours, his hazy eyes directly on the camera as if he’s watching you watch him- chest glistening with sweat.

You’re huffing, eyes filled with tears of desperation- slow close to your release but so far at the same time. Kuro needed to be here, right here right now.

Legs trembling You slow down your motions watching as he’s slouching in the chair, hips needily thrusting into his fist, teeth biting down into his lower lip as he groans so deeply, so feral and cum spills out onto his fists. Your own orgasm rips through you and you drop your phone on your chest, squeezing your hand between your thighs as your cunt twitches. Both you and Kuro huffing in post orgasmic bliss and the video ends after some shuffling.

“I see you enjoyed the video” Kuro smirks from your doorway, kicking it closed behind him as he begins tugging off his shirt

“I didn’t even hear you come in” you gasp in embarrassment. Liro crawls onto the bed on top of you, slipping your cum stained fingers into his mouth. Sucking feverishly with his eyes on you like a predator preparing to capture his prey.

“Not as much as I would like but I can fix that .. come on, Ass in the air kitten show me what you wanted me to see in that picture. I need a clearer view”

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#kuro tetsuro #hq kuroo #haikyuu kuroo #timeskip kuroo #i been withdrawals with the lack of kuroo content and this ???? this did it #kuro x Reader #haikyuu fandom #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x reader

[goshikiology]

haikyuu characters who would shoplift

nishinoya and tanaka: would only shoplift together when their minds meld and obliterate all remaining survival instinct and common sense they might have otherwise possessed. would get caught cause they were laughing too hard at eachother OR because the staff sees $20 of chips fall out of tanaka’s pants as they leave the store. 

kunimi: he just doesn’t care enough to pay. gives no fucks. it’s not like he actively searches out opportunities to shoplift it just makes his life easier if he doesn’t have to pay cause that way he doesn’t have to talk to anyone or wait in line. only steals from corporations though. 

tendou: i don’t feel like i need to elaborate here

kuroo: he becomes a capitalist in the timeskip so he’s clearly okay with stealing. the type of guy to say “if you think about it, the REAL crime is the lack of security in that store!”

koganegawa: he would steal on accident and he would feel bad!!! really bad!!! but not bad enough to return whatever he took.

terushima: yeah he would steal. has close calls EVERY SINGLE TIME he shoplifts but is always saved by the grace of god or some other deus ex machina bullshit.

matsukawa and hanamaki: unlike noya and tanaka these two are able to leverage their collective intelligence to steal a SHIT TON OF SHIT. they recreationally shoplift and boost products out of their shared apartment in a shady resale scheme. iwaizumi is in california and powerless to stop them. they have DISGUISES and FAKE IDS!! they take this shit seriously!! 

suna: steals for the aesthetic. he is so girlblogger lana del ray ultraviolence coquette ect. loser (affectionate).

#haikyuu #hq #yeah i wanted to make this post sooo bad but the mutuals on main dont like it when i post diet illegal content so we're back w a new sideblo #nishinoya yuu #tanaka ryuunosuke #kunimi akira #tendou satori #kuroo tetsurou #koganegawa kanji #terushima yuuji #matsukawa issei #hanamaki takahiro #suna rintarou

[suckishima]

every time I read something from the hq!! movie director talking about how difficult it was to cut down three volumes into one movie and that they had to focus basically on just hinata and kenma i get such a deep feeling of dread that my beloved chapter 298 won’t be animated, but then i remember that at jump fest kuroos voice actor said one of his favorite recording moments was hearing uchiyama, tsukkis VA, say the “volleyball is fun” line and i feel a liiiittle better bc surely SURELY if he says that line then they’re going to include the buildup to it with the serve and block and the flashbacks right, right???

like the whole scene can’t be more than two minutes of screen time so they can fit it in yeah? and we’ve seen two different angles of yamaguchi serving in the PVs so like he’s in the movie, he’s serving, so it’s gonna be there right…

#I almost wish I didn’t care about this one scene so much so I could stop worrying about it and just #enjoy the movie for what it’s going to be #bc I do totally get it from the directors POV he’s got a tough task of adapting all that content #and focusing on just Hinata and kenma absolutely is the right call in that situation #and tsukki and yamaguchi have little impact on that and 298 is RIGHT at the beginning #so I get it I get but also. please don’t do this to me lmao #I think the kuroo tsukki rivalry stuff will be there tho #bc if kenma and hinata are the A plot then imo kuroo and tsukki are the B plot #esp if they’re gonna really focus on the rivalries #I mean there’s TWO ‘master and student’ chapters so #and the tsukki yamaguchi stuff is like a solid third piece in all of that to me so excuse me if my fingers are permanently crossed until #I know for sure #hq #hq manga spoilers #karaneko manga spoilers #garbage dump spoilers #hq movie spoilers #hq!! movie spoilers #x