#anilysium secret santa

[murdereddaydreams]

This Christmas

Warnings: mentions of a breakup, fluff

Content: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

A/N: My Secret Santa fic for Anilysium, I hope it's enjoyed!

Word Count: 590

You never thought that this is how your Christmas would be going. Not after the way it was going the year before that is.

The year before you had been in a relationship, one you thought was going rather well but was proven wrong the moment the holidays came around at the end of the year. One thing led to another and suddenly you were dealing with heartbreak on Christmas day. Thankfully, your best friend Kuroo had been there to watch over you.

You weren't sure at what point you started to view him as more than your friend but out of nowhere you began to see him as the handsome man he had grown into. For the longest time you had only seen him as the annoying high schooler you had met him as but the way he seemed to buckle down when he saw how distraught you had become, it seemed to open your eyes that that wasn't him anymore.

Now if someone had told you all those years ago that right now in this moment you would be sitting on the couch nuzzled in his arms, you would call them crazy. In this moment though, you were just focused on everything around you. From the soft plush blanket covering you both, to the fire crackling off to the side, and the way the soft glow of the TV as it plays a holiday movie lit up the man beside you. Kuroo seemed to catch you looking at him, the look seeming obvious when he looked down at you with a smirk on his face.

"What are you looking at, gorgeous?" His arm around your shoulders pulled you closer to him. The way you seemed to fit against his body was almost as if you two were made for each other. The way you reached up to intertwine your fingers with his all but confirmed that you two were in fact made for each other.

"Just you… did you ever think that we would end up together?" At this question, you swear you could see a faint flush form on his cheeks as he turned away from looking at you. He was obviously a little flustered by this question, especially with how he huffed softly.

"I mean��� I could only hope that we would. You had me waiting a long time, you know that?" Now it was your turn to get flustered, sitting up and staring at him in shock.

"Hey! Not my fault you always seemed like a dork!" Now it suddenly became a staring contest, the two of you staring each other in mock offense before Kurro decided to break it by leaning forward and kissing you, his forehead leaning against yours when he pulled away.

"Well, this dork now has you so guess you can say I still won at the end of the day." All you did was hum at his comment, letting him have this win. Really, it was you that won but he could think he won for now. This Christmas, you made sure to give your heart to someone special. Someone that has always been there for you through the good and the bad, someone you could always count on. This was Kuroo Tetsurou. Your best friend and the person you wanted to love for the rest of your life. Little did you know he felt the same way, a certain little box tucked at the back of the pile of presents under the tree was going to prove just that.

[saintoji]

Word Count - 6.3k

Chapter Synopsis-

An unfortunate predicament leads to Hawks getting closer to the object of his sudden affection.

You discover things and it makes you wish you were the fool you used to be before things changed.

You know what they say - ignorance is bliss, after all.

Chapter Warnings - dubcon, smut, ruts, Hawks somewhat acts like a bird during mating season, slight degradation, a sex toy is used, fingering, oral sex, slight overstimulation, face slapping, unprotective sex (wrap your willy, silly!), big paragraphs, may have some spoilers for the anime (s3-s4), some aftercare, this is what happens when you let a chaotic whore get loose and let her churn out a fic under pressure.

Author's Note -

This is my entry for Secret Santa hosted this year by Anilysium Server! I hope you enjoy this gift I have for you, @bratdesire

Finals season finally ended and I hope everyone will be able to enjoy Christmas this year to the fullest. I'm hoping to write more and post more fics, if my health and studies allow me during this break. :) Have a jolly December everyone!

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Keigo wakes up to the sound of his doorbell ringing.

His head is pounding and his body is sore. His throat is scratchy and his eyes are bleary. He feels as if he’s been run over by a few trucks one after another without a break. In short? He’s not feeling great. At all.

He groans into his pillow, not certain if he wanted to deal with whatever disaster was waiting for him at the front door. He already had enough problems to deal with. He reaches for his phone, scrolling through the many unread messages and missed calls. A familiar name in the call logs makes him pause (and he notices that the bell has ceased its ringing) but he decides calling her right about now is the last thing he should be doing.

Instead, he sends an e-mail out, using up his leftover leave days. Having your own agency has its perks and one of them has to be that he makes his own hours. But no matter how nice it would be to just lie around and do nothing during the few holidays he has granted himself, he has a huge fucking problem to deal with.

His neck tingles and his skin flushes with heat, forcing him to sit up and process his surroundings. Right, he came back home mid-duty yesterday because he realized that his cycle was all messed up and his rut creeped up on him earlier than anticipated. He had to go MIA and coop himself in his home like a chicken and wait out till his cycle is over – which will be about 7 days, give or take.

Thankfully, it’s not a recurring problem and he wouldn’t have to worry about it, until you walked into his life. You with your soft hair and snappy comebacks, and the fact that you never flustered over him like most of his fangirls just made him all the more infatuated with you. He adored his fangirls, he really did. But your indifference messed with his head in the best way possible. He let it slide, thinking that it’s just him fixating on someone as he hasn’t had the chance to date someone. Not that he had any difficulty getting laid, but being a No.2 hero in all of Japan was exhausting enough with the pressure and responsibilities that it brought him.

Well, that was until you started staying late because he stayed late, made sure when he entered his office he was greeted with his usual order of coffee and a plate of ginger cookies from that one local brand he was never able to find again - you decided to humour the guy once by ordering the cookies in bulk for him and that is all he ever has with his coffee – not that he minds, of course, making him chicken noodle soup on days he’s running a little under the weather or when you bring him a new change of clothes whenever he ends up sleeping in his office.

He could care less, until you started caring for him.

Hook, line, sinker.

That’s all it took for him to realize he’s a lot more attached to you than he initially thought. And he’s so fucked.

He breaks out of his reverie when instead of the doorbell, his phone rings. He reads the caller ID and realizes it’s Endeavour. Rolling his eyes at the inconvenient timing, he leaves his bed but not before changing into a fresh set of boxers, even though the fabric was scratchy against his skin and he hated every second of being clothed given his ever-rising body temperature and the half-boner he has popped up as a premonition for what is to come soon.

He heads for the kitchen and decides that it is best if he hydrates first. A certain con of being in a week-long rut is that you barely ever get a chance to drink enough water or eat food, because you’re either too busy getting your brains fucked or you’re too tired to move at all. Having someone deliver him food for such times would be nice – but he is neither an exhibitionist who loves flashing people nor is he willing to embarrass himself by letting others see him like this.

It’s silent as he gulps down a mouthful of water and he wonders if the person outside his apartment is planning to leave anytime soon. Given the fact that he can still smell someone means they haven’t left yet but it seems they don’t plan on ringing the bell anymore (hopefully).

Thank god for that because one more ring and he would’ve smashed the intercom speaker himself.

Scavenging through the drawers, he chances upon a bag of trail mix and decides that it should be enough for him as a snack. The granola bars and chocolates can wait their turn until after the next wave hits. He scrolls through the horde of unseen texts, pausing momentarily as he notices a text from an unsaved number.

But he doesn’t need to save the number knowing that such scandalous texts can only be from one person. The sender in question is more than an accomplice but less than a partner in crime. That man never liked intimacy anyway, and Hawks is not sure if he’d ever be okay with making merry with someone he’s supposedly enemies with. He saves his number anyway, just in case.

He’s munching on a few nuts when his phone gets pinged with a message, your name as the sender flashes across the screen. He pauses, unsure if he should see what you have texted him.

On one hand, he misses you. A lot. So much so that he resents the fact that he has to stay at home all alone without hearing your quips or talking to you at the end of the day about the few books you both have read (He may have bought you the expensive first editions of some of those books,who cares. He’s young and rich and has a horribly strong crush on you. He’s allowed to spoil you – his beloved secretary, every once in a while, right?).

On the other hand, he doesn’t want to drag you into his mess at all. The more he talks to you, the more tempted he is to spill his guts and he’s scared. One wrong move, one wrong word and he just might lose the best thing that has ever happened to him.

Lord knows what would even happen if he ended up seeing you right about now. He’s not sure if he would behave like a gentleman or be able to keep his hands to himself if you were here, right about now.

He opens his texts and searches around for your name, immediately opening the conversation. He remembers the last time you both texted each other, he had to visit a gala and you had, yet again, refused to come along as his plus one. He was bored out of his mind and decided to bug you, and despite your exasperation, you entertained his antics the entire night. You have the patience of a Saint or somethin’, he thinks.

[9:05] Hey, you’re a bit late.

[9:08] When will you come?

[9;18] Are you already in the office?

[9:22] Okay. Not in the office then.

[9:34] Where are you? We still need to go over the details of your photoshoot with Vogue this Friday.

[9:45] WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU CLEAR OUT YOUR SCHEDULE FOR THREE WHOLE DAYS????

[10:11] Keigo, you’re scaring me.

[10:12] Are you okay??

[10:30] Wow, you are not responding to my messages.

[10:45] Just let me know you’re alive so I can stop worrying and kick your ass for going MIA on me, dude.

[11:30] Fuck it, I’m coming for ya.

He feels panic bubbling as he realizes that the last text you sent was about half an hour ago. It is almost noon now and you might be very well on your way here. And he has to somehow send you back – before anything happens.

The doorbell rings and he freezes in his steps as he breathes in and realizes that there are faint traces of a familiar scent – strawberry shampoo, shea butter lotion and... cookies. The doorbell rings again and he doesn’t move an inch. Not until he hears you call out, “I know you’re in there, Keigo. Let me in, already”.

You have been concerned for a while now. Understandably so. Despite being Keigo Takami’s assistant for a little over a year, there’s still so much you don’t know about him. The façade he puts on for the world, for his fans and other heroes stays on with you as well whenever an intimate moment is shared between you and him and you hate it.

You hate the fact that Keigo can never be himself around you no matter how hard you try and it’s frustrating because all you have ever wanted was for him to be at home with you. Despite the fact that there have been days the man many know as Pro Hero Hawks tested your limits above and beyond, you still adore him for the man he is.

Maybe it’s a stupid crush and maybe it’s stupid of you to indulge yourself in it. The ginger cookies, reading the books he did (even though you did it purely because you’re an avid reader yourself) or texting him late at night when he’s forced to attend galas and events without you, staying up until he reaches home and is safely asleep in his bed…. You’re not sure why you do it.

You know it’s impossible to expect a man like Keigo to see you anything past a secretary doing her job, maybe a good friend at most. You have had the privilege of escorting a few sneaky links the man had had in the first few months of being his PA and needless to say, you are nowhere close to the strong Pro Heroes or the pretty supermodels that would commit to the walk of shame from Keigo’s studio apartment the day after.

But whenever he talks to you, you feel like you’re being heard for the first time. You feel as if you matter and your thoughts are worth hearing and your opinions are worth fighting for. Life gets a little brighter when Keigo’s in the picture and you wish for nothing else in your life but to keep the man in it for as long as you possibly can.

Hoping it was another normal day at work, you check in early. But soon the clock strikes nine and your employer is nowhere to be found. You place the usual cup of coffee on his desk and place the plate of ginger cookies he always wanted to have. You never thought that buying him a few packs of the cookie he once mentioned would lead to him constantly eating from the same brand at all times…. which is kinda sweet once you think about it.

The hours pass by and not a peep from your boss. You text him in between, hoping he’s running a bit late and nothing bad has happened on your way to work. But when you notice the entire schedule for the next three days (including today) was cancelled by him, you get worried and can’t help but let your anxiety gnaw at you, as you imagine the worst thing that could possibly have happened to Keigo.

You text him hurriedly, deciding that you wanted to check for yourself if he was doing okay. Clocking out, you use up one of your leave days and order an Uber, typing in the address of the one of the few posh apartment complexes where Hawks had taken residence.

Luckily, you are able to find an available cab in the next ten minutes, but waiting that long felt like eternal torture, as you waited and surfed through the phone for any updates from the ‘missing’ man himself. Each notification that flashed across your mobile’s screen would get your hopes up, but checking it out just resulted in heavy disappointment because it seemed as if any contact with Keigo was just not possible at the moment.

But you get into the taxi anyway, hoping that you will be able to reach out to the No. 2 Pro Hero once you reach his home. It’s unusual for him to disappear into thin air with no feasible way to contact him. You are aware that he’s the boss of the agency he works at and it’s commendable he had achieved this by the time he turned 18. What’s even more impressive is the liberty it affords him when it comes to making his own hours. If you had the power to do so, you’re pretty sure you’d use it to your advantage as well.

However, you’re certain that the limelight Keigo received as the second most popular hero in all of Japan must have put a lot of pressure on his shoulders. He’s only 23 with an agency to run, hero responsibilities to perform, and even mentor his work study student Tokoyami. You’re not pissed he needs a break, if that is why he decided to go no touch on everyone in the agency.

You’re just worried as a secretary. It’s unusual for your boss to not let you know if something happened. That’s all there is to it. Or so you keep mumbling in your head, too scared to approach the feelings that are struggling to fully bloom in your chest, wishing and yearning and hoping to get even an ounce of affirmation it needs to consume you wholly.

You stand in the overhead sun, looking at the posh apartment complex before you. There are a few people walking around you and you feel way out of place, even though you wish you could deny it. A woman passes you by after barely sparing you a glance. You’re pretty sure her shoes are more than your yearly savings. You don’t belong here, and this is one of the few things that serves as a reminder to you and humbles you to stay right where you are.

Dreaming big hurts, unless you are blessed with the Lord’s golden blessings. You’re glad that at least Keigo seemed to have them.

Even if Hawks claims you are one of his closest friends, you’re still aware you both are from different worlds. And even if you dare to dream and pine and hope, at the end of the day you are aware that there is no way in hell it would ever work out with Takami at all. Even if he reciprocates what you have been feeling for him in magnitudes of tenfold and more, it just wouldn’t be wise to water the seeds of such hopeless wishes, only to watch the saplings of love wither away into nothing.

You soldier on, providing the ID to the security guard sitting in the common lobby and he issues you a temporary pass for visiting your boss. The elevator ride is excruciatingly painful to wait out, your feet constantly tapping against the cold floor, clicking loudly as you count down the number of floors left until you reach the floor where you knew Hawk’s apartment is.

You have probably visited Keigo’s home thrice in the entire time you have known him and worked for him. It’s easy enough for you to remember and manoeuvre your way to his place. You had sent him a text just minutes before riding the elevator up to his floor, giving him a heads up about your sudden arrival. And yet you stand still, hesitant about entering his territory. You wait one minute, two minutes – unaware and unprepared for what waits for you on the other side.

Steeling your resolve, you finally muster up enough courage to confront the man inside the house by ringing his doorbell.

One ring. Two rings.

No response.

Impatient, you decide to call him out from the other side, yelling loudly, “I know you’re in there, Keigo. Let me in, already”.

Keigo decides to open the door anyway. He’s not sure what made him do it. Maybe the fact that he misses you or maybe he just doesn’t want you to worry yourself to death with all the possible things that could’ve caused him to ghost you completely. He knows it’s shitty of him to do, but he knows you’d understand had you known what he was dealing with right now.

He’s courteous enough to yell out “Coming!” while he rushed back inside his room to put on a pair of loose grey sweatpants that allow his legs enough room to breathe in. Too much friction would just worsen his case right now. As he walks back outside and slowly makes his way to the door, he is able to smell you more clearly – your scent getting stronger and making him all heady with the current state he is in thanks to his raging hormones.

He’s sweating buckets by the time he opens the door to you, drinking in your glowing visage – all dressed up for office with that pretty cherry chapstick you put on to keep your lips from drying in the cold December air, the scarf he had gifted you this Halloween wrapped tightly around your neck as a way to keep you warm and protected from the wintery season and a brown paper bag hanging between your manicured fingers, the nails painted a pretty shade of red.

Red suited you.

He feels his body tingle with a need to just…take you in and touch you, but he tries his best to keep himself controlled, fearing that he may let loose if he were to indulge in any of his desires that required any direct contact with the object of his affections.

“Keigo, where the fuck have you been?” you ask, your brows arching into a visible frown.

God, you looked hot even when you were angry, he thinks as he sees you rub your temples gently.

He’s so fucked. So, so fucked.

He can smell your strawberry shampoo up close and with each caress of your fingers against your head, he’s tempted to run his fingers through your hair, to touch your soft skin and a primal need takes over him that wanted nothing more than to scar the smooth skin of yours with his teeth till they resemble a canvas painted with bruises of reds and purple all over your body.

Taking in a huge breath, you calmly interrogate your boss, “Firstly, you don’t come to the office. Secondly, you didn’t respond to any of my texts. Then, you go out of your way to cancel all the plans I had to meticulously schedule for you for the next three days without a warning! I just-“.

You pause for a minute, catching your breath and shuddering at the cold air that brushes against you. You look at him earnestly, eyes seeking for answers to unsolved questions your soul harboured when it came to him. You have known him for so long, and yet you know so little of him.

“I’m worried about you, Keigo. I was scared, okay? You didn’t come to the office, and you didn’t respond to my texts and I assumed the worst, like I always do. What if you were hurt or injured? Or worse, what if you were dying somewhere and I couldn’t find you before it’s too late?” Tears of frustration bubble up in your eyes and a few of them slip past your cheeks, prompting you to wipe them away with the back of your hand.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, sweetheart. I just…. I had to deal with some stuff and couldn’t let you know beforehand, ‘cuz I didn’t wanna worry ya”, he sheepishly responds, fighting his instinct to wrap you up in him and comfort you. He knows that if he gives in now, he will never be able to stop himself from letting his hands wander. He cannot cross these boundaries yet. He shouldn’t, really. You’re his employee for fuck’s sake.

Oh, but he’s so tempted to change that right now.

Unable to see you cry and berate yourself for worrying, he closes the distance between you both as he embraces you gently in his arms, cradling and cooing over you as a wave of protectiveness washes over him. Up close, his hands can hover over your soft curves and softly caress your body and just the thought of having you all to himself makes his blood rush so much that it makes him dizzy in the head. Looking down at you, he finally gives into the urge to kiss you.

His hands are frenzied as he brings you in, closing the door behind you. He hears the bag fall onto the ground with a soft thud as you stand on tiptoes to reciprocate his fervent kisses with your own. Your fingers run through his messy hair and pull at some of the strands, making him groan into your mouth. Pushing him back, you look at him – surprised and yet wanting more.

“I just…Okay, that was a pleasant surprise,” your eyes trail all over him, stopping short as you notice the obvious erection straining against the grey sweatpants, forcing you to gulp down your nervousness.

His eyes follow yours to where they were fixated on and he flushes red with embarrassment, not sure how he should handle the fact that you have pretty much caught him red-handed. The kiss did not help him anyway and he can feel the new waves of his rut creeping up on him, about to flood his mind with animalistic lust and this dark desire to just claim you all for himself.

“I promise I don’t pop a boner every time I kiss someone, I swear,” he groans, hiding his face between hands.

You chuckle breathlessly, crushing any hints of jealousy that try to seep into your speech (Don’t think about Keigo kissing other girls, damn it) as you reply, “I can take your word for it”.

“I swear you have the worst timing ever, doll”, he uncovers his face, and you feel a wave of thrill run down your spine as you see how intense and needy he looked, almost as if he was begging you to ruin him for anyone else.

“Why so?” you ask him, humour evident in your tone.

“Because I am a guy with a bird quirk, and I have just started out my rut. Again”, he grits out from between his teeth, eyes pleading you to do something, anything to help lessen his pain.

Your hand trails down his chest, making him hiss softly in response. Your nimble fingers slowly touch his half-hard cock, and he almost melts on the spot.. Your lips pepper soft kisses over his neck, teeth nipping on his skin till you can see red splotches bloom across it. Your fingers softly enter inside his pants, cold fingers touching his wet pre-cum covered cock, and he shudders under your touch.

“Bedroom?” you ask him with a teasing smile.

“Oh fuck, yes please. Let me touch you, let me feel you, baby,” he begs, pleading you for some respite. Hoping that your touch is just enough to silence the demons that fight for tyranny enough. This should be enough to let his head be quiet for a few more hours…

“I think you need my help more than anything right now, don’t you think?” you hum thoughtfully, pretending to wonder if you should give him what he wants so easily.

“I swear to god, you won’t be teasing me this bad once this rut is in full motion,” he groans as he watches you walk towards his bedroom, hips swaying and fingers cheekily calling him in a come hither motion.

You turn back and answer him, “Don’t worry, you can be rough with me. I can handle it”.

It didn’t take long for Keigo to make you swallow your words back.

For someone who talked big game, you looked so pathetic right now – on your back and under him, trembling as he fucks you with two of his fingers, his thumb touching everywhere except the place you need him the most.

“Fuck, Keigo. Please, please, please”.

“Please, what? Why don’t you use your words, baby?”

Your eyes widen as you see him bring the vibrating wand against your clit again and your hips thrust up into the air as you whine and wail at the orgasm that washes over you suddenly. Your hands yet again finding purchase in the bed sheets below you as you ride out waves of pleasure.

“That feels good, huh?” he asks you, but every time you open your mouth to respond, you can only gasp or moan his name out loud enough for the entire complex floor to hear.

You really do hope that he has sound proofing done around his room. He seems like the guy who can afford it (given how he needs it way more than usual).

“Too dumb to speak to me now, slut? Brain’s all fuzzy that my stupid baby cannot even use words?” he slaps your cheek a few times, the gentle pats against your cheek warming up your skin and setting your body ablaze again.

You feel your stomach, that had been tied up in knots just moments ago, on the verge of unravelling soon. You arch your back at the sudden intrusion and the burn that accompanied with getting fucked by the fingers of the Number 2 Pro Hero, Hawks.

Looking down, you notice that you are now riding three fingers instead of two, and Keigo has the wand pressed right against your slick cunt, the toy sending vibrations that shake your very soul to its core right now. Your thighs feel sticky with the residue on them, but the discomfort is unnoticed when you realize that the man before you wants you.

It’s apparent in the way he looks at you - eyes devoted and unwavering like endless faith in God; as if you were the Goddess he wished to adore for all of eternity. It made you feel so goddamn powerful that it has you wondering if this is why some people become heroes. The power trip you are on right now is intoxicating enough to erase any insecurities and second thoughts you have had about how you feel about Hawks. (You’re certain it’s more than a crush, but you need some more time to get to a place where you can actually admit it out loud that it’s anything more than a small infatuation).

It almost seems like you can have anything in the entire world right now.

And frankly? You wanted Keigo - wanted each and every moment you lived etched with his presence right about now. Wanted to leave a reminder that you had him all to yourself once, wholly devoted and attentive to your wants and desires - even though you’re not certain if you will be able to say the same once his rut ends.

Your brain is not able to focus on any coherent thoughts as you realize that Keigo is humping the bed, rubbing his cock against the soft mattress as he fucks you with his fingers, the toy finally touching your clit with full intensity as his eyes stare into your own - unwavering, commanding as his very being demands all of your attention on him and him alone.

You cannot even fathom what would happen if you were to break eye contact right about now. You dare not do that, not when he has you in a chokehold with how he’s tending to you right now. You owe him this, you think. You owe him your attention just as much as he’s showing you his.

“Keigo, Keigo!” you tilt your head back and moan, unable to handle the sensory overload that accompanies you as you get closer to letting loose.

“Yeah, baby? Gonna come? Gonna be a good girl for me and come for me right now?” he asks you, breathless and desperate to see you fall over the edge and break into pieces, just so he can piece you back together all by himself.

“Uh huh, ‘m gonna cum! Gonna cum real hard!”, you feel your toes curl and your tummy tingle as you finally come and feel the pleasure wash all over you, leaving your limbs heavy and mind blank, your legs shaking as the after effects of overstimulation make you twitch at every single touch you feel on your body.

With your eyes closed, you take a few breaths of relief as you cherish the orgasm you had just experienced and you fail to notice the look of adoration Hawks has in his eyes, wishing he can have this all to himself for the rest of his life (Although he feels shitty for being so selfish, when he knows that you getting entangled with him would do no good to you).

You jolt in surprise as you feel teeth dig into the meat of your thighs and notice that he’s on his knees, cleaning up the mess between your legs.His lips leave soft kisses across the inside of your thighs, his breath tickling your sensitive skin. He nips at it, leaving a few teeth marks for you to wear as a reminder of your first time together with him. You cry out in slight pain as his tongue laps at your clit gently, licking up whatever excess juices leaked out of your cunt.

He gets back up, and you notice his cock straining against his sweatpants and it’s painfully obvious that each moment he spends neglecting it, the more torturous it must be for him. You get up to help him out, hoping to offer to tend to him like he had helped you out, but he pushes you down onto the mattress and steals all your attention by pulling you in for a bruising kiss.

You can feel your heart hammer inside your chest, your body throbbing with blood and adrenaline and the promise of euphoria keeping you awake despite almost passing out after having an orgasm, all thanks to Keigo and his skillful hands.

“Lemme help you, Kei”, you try to offer again after breaking the kiss, all breathless with your chest heaving and you can see his eyes on your tits - you wonder if he’ll mark them too, just like he did with your thighs a few minutes ago.

He shakes his head in negation, opting to finally get out of his sweatpants. You support your upper body on your elbows, admiring his muscular form, his sharp eyes and soft hair - all messed up and glistening in sweat. The clock in the background can be heard with a resounding ‘tick’ every few seconds and you are again reminded that you just left your office early to visit your boss and now you are about to fuck him.

His boxers are a light grey and you can notice a wet patch on it due to all the pre-cum his cock must be leaking ever since he first laid his hands on you.Your mouth water at the thought of sucking him off - wanting to leave him helplessly under your control. But that has to wait for another time.

He climbs back up on the bed, stroking his cock with his hand and hissing at the little pulses of pleasure that courses through him. You watch, mesmerized and hoping to engrave this into your memories forever.

“Fuck, I cannot wait any longer. Can I fuck you, baby? Huh, want me to fill you up till it hurts? That’s it, right? That’s all you want, slut?”

He’s mumbling and slurring over his words as he spits into his hand (He’s so, so desperate for this wave of rut to wash away), using it to stroke his cock and make it wetter as he uses his hand to guide it towards your soft cunt, slapping it against it a few times. You mewl softly as you feel your body shaking with anticipation as you watch and wait, and one strong push of his hips is all it takes for him to fill you up halfway with his dick.

You whine at the sudden stretch, your hand trailing down to press down on your tummy, where you can feel Keigo filling you up fully. Your senses are blind to the outside world, currently devoted to the pleasure and pain you are experiencing right now, all thanks to one man named Keigo Takami.

“Fuck, let me bite you,” he groans out, doubling over so his face is smothered into the mattress beside your neck, his breath hitting eerily close to your ear. “Let me mark you as mine, sweetheart. Want nothing more but for you to be mine”.

You nod and whisper a small “Fine, do it,” as you close your eyes to brace yourself for impact.

You cry out in pain as you feel his teeth bite you, sharp canines sinking into your soft skin and Keigo moans at the small flecks of blood that leak out and fall on his tongue, which he is all the happier to lap it all up. He decides to distract you from the pain by moving his hips, thrusting in and out of you while he cages you in between his arms and the bed beneath you.

The concoction of pleasure and pain mixed together gets you so drunk, so intoxicated that you let it bring you to unspeakable heights, as you find yourself pushing your hips upwards to match the pace your partner had set for you. He taps at your thigh and you take this as a sign to wrap your legs around him, trapping him inside you as you pulse and clench around him tightly and he groans loudly, speeding up his thrusts in tandem with your hips.

He’s kind enough now to help you come sooner by rubbing your clit with his fingers and pinching it once he feels you spasm hard around his cock and with a few quick thrusts, you cry out as you finally come and feel your body twitch uncontrollably.

It’s not long until Keigo is close as well, blabbering about how he wants to mark you as his and how he’ll claim you forever once he’s done with you. A handful of thrusts is all it takes for him to fill you up with his come and he turns liquid, body encasing you under him as he relaxes himself for the first time since he had known he had to deal with his cycle way earlier than planned.

You hit his shoulder a few times as you feel yourself sink into the bed with his weight on your body, “Pfft, you’re heavy, Keigo! Get off!”

He reluctantly agrees when you whine at him and then, he turns over to land beside you on the bed, only a few inches separating you from one another.

Not for long, your wicked mind suggest and you feel yourself flush with the possibility of

“Fuck, that was great,” he laughs out breathlessly, still not believing he had actually fucked you. His body feels warm and the cold bed sheets feel nice against his heated skin.

“That was nice, yeah,” you agree with him.

With his head clear and hormones at ease, he admires you as you rest beside him. Your skin glows under the afternoon sunlight that streams from between his window curtains and your hair is all loose and scattered across the bed. He’s pretty sure the bed sheets right now must smell like sweat, sex and you. And as he soaks you in, he wishes for nothing more than to have this forever.

Both of you lie beside each other in comfortable silence, just appreciating each other’s presence as you let the lethargy seep into your bones and lull you into a state perfect for a long nap or two maybe.

You didn’t notice Keigo leaving until you felt him wipe you clean between your thighs with a wet rag, and he hovers over you as he asks you, “I’m gonna go shower before I stink up the room. Ya want anything?”

You shake your head.

“Let me know otherwise, okay?”

“That’s it?” you ask him.

“Uh, yeah. I am a horndog during this cycle, but I get moments of respite, so enjoy while this lasts, buttercup,” he laughs as you scrunch your nose at the nickname.

He kisses your forehead gently as he climbs off of the bed, exiting the room to make his way to the washroom but not before tossing you his phone, all unlocked.

“What’s this for, Hero?” you ask him, confused.

“Order something to eat for us before I fuck you again. I am starving and I know you haven’t had anything to eat either,” he waves off, disappearing from your view completely.

Humming a familiar tune to yourself, you browse through certain delivery apps until you find this one Italian place that had way too many tempting pizza and pasta dishes for you to not give it a chance (You’re a glutton for pizza, and no one can hold you at fault for that, right?). You decide on the dishes you thought Keigo would relish the most, adding them to the cart and are about to order it when a text notification pops up on the screen.

Your blood runs cold once you realize who the text was from.

Dabi [14:23] We need to talk, Pro Hero Hawks.

It seems like you still don’t know him after all.

[pazumane]

Dressed to Chill

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x f!Reader

Summary: Cold walks home become a little less miserable when Kuroo Tetsurou is there to keep you warm.

Genre/WC: Fluff, SFW, 2k

Warnings: my shitty banner making (graphic design is my passion), no beta we die like Daichi, this is canon-compliant and takes place after the timeskip so TIMESKIP-SPOILERS

A/N: This is a little ficlet I wrote for Anilysium’s 2021 Secret Santa. My recipient was the lovely @kuroos-babygirl Hope you enjoyed your gift, Cath <3 I also made an accompanying Spotify playlist which you can listen to here. I wanted to match the vibes I was feeling when I wrote this so it’s mostly just sappy slow love songs sksksks

Additional notes: While this piece is SFW, my blog contains adult content, so MINORS DO NOT FOLLOW OR INTERACT. Do not mention me or repost my work on here or other platforms such as TikTok.

Fic is below the cut <3

[6:58 PM]

Little white snowflakes line the windowsill of your office. The street lights reflect off of them, casting a soft yellow glow over the walls. It would be picturesque if it weren’t for the draft in your window that the JVA is too cheap to repair. Because of that, the wintry chill now sweeps through your office as well.

Normally, you love having an office with a big window. Seeing the view of the sprawling city below grounds you, keeps you from feeling trapped like you did in the little cubicle you were stuck in before your recent promotion. However, climate change is a frigid bitch, and on days like today, you almost miss being jam-packed in that stuffy row of cubicles like a little sardine dressed in business casual. At least you were never cold. Seriously, you’ve been inside walk-in fridges that are warmer than your office is right now.

It doesn’t help that you just lost your third pair of gloves this season and will have to make the cold trek back to your apartment in the dark. However, you have to get home somehow, so when your alarm signals the end of the hour, you pluck up your courage and bundle up for your walk home.

You take the elevator to the lobby alone, but as soon as you step off, a familiar voice calls your name from the waiting area. You stop and watch as the wild-haired giant from the Sports Promotion Division leaps up and makes his way over towards you.

“You don’t have to keep waiting up for me, Kuroo-san,” you tell him, fighting against the smile that tugs at the corners of your lips. “One of these days, somebody’s going to report you for loitering.

“It’s snowing,” he shrugs. “I’m still trying to force myself to be brave enough to go outside. Besides, I can’t get in trouble for loitering at my place of employment. You ready to go home, my little worker bee?”

You scoff at his teasing, but pull your scarf up a little higher around your face when you follow him outside. You try to convince yourself it’s in preparation for the brisk winter chill, but you also know that it’s to hide the heat that floods your cheeks at the endearment.

You’ve been employed at the JVA for a while now, but until recently, you hardly interacted with Kuroo from the Sports Promotion Division. Since the two of you were in different departments, the extent of your interactions were often limited to sporadic conversations over coffee in the break room, shared elevator rides up to your floor, or the occasional mandatory company-wide luncheon.

However, that quickly changed a few months back when you offhandedly mentioned to him that you moved into an apartment complex in a different neighborhood – the same one that he just so happened to live in. Since then, he began to insist on walking you home every night, even if that meant he had to stay later than he needed to. Not that you mind all that much… In fact, you don’t really mind at all. 

Kuroo is kind, funny, and not even a little bit like the snake you would’ve assumed him to be. He regales you with stories of all his old high school friends who went pro and bombards you with bad jokes, while still being sure to ask after your family, friends, and interests you have outside of work. Overall, Kuroo makes for very pleasant company, even though your shared walks home often tend to devolve into some level of lighthearted teasing at your expense. It helps that he’s so good-looking too – all long limbs, strong build, and devilishly handsome smirks… Devilishly handsome smirks that have unfortunately fanned the flames of the schoolgirl crush you’ve developed since he started walking you home from the office.

Tonight, the two of you walk down the streets in a peaceful shared quiet, until a particularly harsh gust of wind sends a full chill through your body and makes you gasp. You silently curse yourself and your freezing hands, wishing you had your goddamn gloves.

Maybe that way, you wouldn’t have to keep your hands tightly stuffed into your pockets. Maybe that way, your fingertips would brush ever so softly against his. Maybe that way, you could gather the courage to slip your fingers between his, interlocking them until you reach your apartment where he kisses you absolutely breathless and…

No. Bad brain.

You cast a not-so-subtle glance towards Kuroo, hoping that he doesn’t notice the shiver that runs up your spine. 

“Are you cold?” Kuroo asks.

“No,” you say, shrugging off his concern. “Just fine, thanks.”

“Liar,” he says, reaching into your pocket and taking you by the wrist.

“What’s this?” he asks, pulling your bare hand from your coat pocket and frowning. “Where are your gloves?”

“I lost them,” you say, yanking your hand away and walking faster, your pace matching the thunderous racing of your heart. “It’s fine, it’s not a long walk. I’ll just buy more.”

“Hey, not so fast!” he exclaims, grabbing your hand again before you can stuff it back into your coat pocket.

Kuroo pulls off his own glove with his teeth before slipping it on your hand. You stand there indignantly as he does the same with the other glove.

“All better,” he says triumphantly, letting go of your hands.

“Kuroo-san, take your gloves back,” you say. “It’s not a long walk, I’ll be fine.”

“Nope,” he says. “Can’t have you catching a cold on my watch. What kind of person would I be if I let you get yourself sick?”

“A nag, Kuroo-san,” you tease back. “You’re turning into a grandma.”

“I’m not a nag,” he grouses. “…or a grandma.”

He rubs the back of his neck, uncharacteristically sheepish.

“You know,” you say. “You’ll get sick before I do. You’re not even wearing a hat.”

“I don’t wear hats,” Kuroo says. “They mess up my hair.”

“No offense, Kuroo-san,” you smirk. “I don’t think your hair could get any more messed up than it already is.”

“It’s not messed up!” he insists defensively. “It’s naturally like this.” 

You sigh, a white cloud of condensation passing your lips. Stopping and opening your bag, you quickly dig around for the red knit cap you’ve been keeping with you for the past several days. You made it for Kuroo after noticing his windburned face as he came into the office last week, but had been wrestling with the idea of actually giving it to him, unsure if he would even want such a thing from you. But at this moment, your protective tendencies outweigh your hesitancy, and you take it out of your bag.

“Take this,” you say, shoving it into his hands.

“What’s this?”

“It’s a hat, Kuroo-san,” you say. “I made it for you last week. I know you think you’re too good for them but your ears are practically purple. You’ll catch a cold if you’re not careful.”

Kuroo holds it up and examines it carefully in the pale light of the streetlamp, handling it as if you’ve just handed him some kind of ticking time bomb and not a simple article of clothing. His catlike eyes flit between you and the hat silently, his puzzlement slowly morphing into a quiet amusement. The silence on the street is quickly interrupted when he bursts out into the most hyena-like cackle you’ve ever heard in your life. Your heart sinks in shame as he laughs.

“What’s so funny?” you ask, irritated and trying to cover up your embarrassment.

“You knitted me a hat, and yet you have the audacity to call me a grandma?” he asks in between fits of laughter. “Don’t you think that’s a little hypocritical?”

“If you don’t want it, you should’ve just said so instead of laughing in my face,” you grumble self-consciously, trying to snatch it back from him.

“Who said I didn’t want it?” he says, holding the red hat just out of your reach and smushing it down over his hair.

He looks funny, with his wild hair being pushed down into his eyes, but despite that, it suits him well. He brushes his hair out of his eyes and smiles at you so softly that your heart skips a beat in your chest. Tucking your face back into your scarf to avoid more embarrassment, you go to make a break for it, but he catches your hand in his before you can get too far.

“Hey!” Kuroo says softly. “What’s the rush?”

“I’d like to get home before I embarrass myself in front of you even more.”

“It’s not embarrassing,” he says. “It’s sweet. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you murmur.

The two of you continue your walk in a comfortable silence until you reach the stoop of your apartment complex. When you finally come to a stop, you glance down and realize that this whole time, Kuroo never let go of your hand. You quickly wiggle away from him and frantically peel off his gloves. When you try to push them back into his hands, he stops you.

“Keep them,” he says. “I’ve got another pair at home.”

“I promise I’ll bring them back tomorrow,” you say quietly.

“No need,” he says, waving you off and gesturing towards the red hat. “It’s only fair, since you gave me this. Equivalent exchange, right? Thank you, by the way.”

“It’s no problem,” you say, smiling. “It’s the least I can do for you since you always make sure I get home safe. You know you don’t have to do that, right?”

“Yeah,” he mumbles, putting his own hands into his pockets and kicking at the pile of snow that lines your front stoop. He glances down, cheeks tinged a soft pink. Whether it’s from the cold or something else… you’re not totally sure.

“Does that bother you?” he asks. “Because I’ll stop if it does.”

“No,” you admit. “I like spending time with you, Kuroo-san. I wish we got to do it more.”

Kuroo’s smiles at you tenderly.

“You gotta be careful saying things like that, I think I’m going to fall in love with you,” he says, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

“Not the best idea you’ve ever had,” you say, dropping your gaze towards your hands. “You’ll run out of gloves.”

“I’ll just buy more,” he shrugs.

You feel your cheeks heat up as he throws your own words back in your face. You start digging in your bag for your keys as a distraction, heart thundering in your chest. You freeze, looking back at him and contemplating all the things you’d like to say to him.

See you tomorrow, Kuroo-san! I like you. Are you sure you don’t want your gloves back? Please kiss me. Wait, what?

You know you should stop, but despite your best efforts, you’ve always been impulsive.

You close your eyes and tip your chin up, lightly pressing your lips to Kuroo’s cheek. When you open your eyes again, you’re met with his stunned stare, amber eyes boring into yours.

“Shit,” you say, feeling mortified. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have–”

You hurriedly turn towards your front door and fumbling in your bag once again.

So stupid, misreading things. Of course he was just trying to be nice. Might as well say goodbye to my job. Fuck.

“Go on a date with me.”

Your hands freeze on your keys when you hear Kuroo speak.

“What?” you ask as you turn back around.

“I said, go on a date with me,” he repeats. “Please.”

You stare at him for a moment, mouth agape. For the first time since you met him, Kuroo Tetsuro looks nervous.

“You mean it?” you ask, dumbfounded.

“I do,” he says, taking your hand.

“I’d love to go on a date with you,” you say, finding yourself letting go of a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding.

Relief washes over Kuroo’s face and he grins back at you.

“Perfect,” he says.

Kuroo waves goodbye to you as he walks back towards his flat. You wait until he disappears around the corner to finally get your keys out. The winter air is cold on your fingertips as you unlock your front door, but your heart is oh, so warm.

[7:32 PM]

[chaoswithinstars]

playing with dolls [Nanami K.]

Hi, hi, hi!

I hope you enjoy my little gift for Anilysium Secret Santa. I got lovely Viv to make something and I hope you like it, @anhelus

WARNINGS: brief CNC play, 'daddy' used once, rough sex, public sex, 'doll' pet name, DARK CONTENT or a play of dark content? 🤔

Nanami has noticed you purely by accident. Seeing you walk into the dark alley acting skittish like something is leeching off of your energy, making you drag your feet and shoulders slouch- a literal invisible weight to you but something monstrous to him. You looked so sweet in your white dress, the skirt swirling around your legs as you walked. He followed you into the alley, steps quiet and purposeful. He wanted nothing more than to do his job, preferably without you noticing, and leaving like a ghost.

But he never took it into account that your hearing might just be better than normal human's and just as he was about to swing down his arm to kill the curse, you turned around, eyes set into an angry frown. Nanami didn't expect you to try and kick his own ass but he was quick to subdue you, pressing you face first against the wall, his chest against your back as you struggled.

Nanami didn't notice until then just how much smaller than him you are, how much you looked like a pretty doll with that panicked look in your eyes. He bent your arm at your back further, making you squirm, your ass pressing against his crotch as you struggled and gasped in pain.

Something dark awoke inside him, something terrible that goaded him like a devil on his shoulder, putting thoughts of you beneath him, begging and clenching around him as he fucked you until you are senseless and boneless. Surprisingly, Nanami wants to do that already, there's no need for the devil to try and turn him into a sinner.

His dick is harder than ever before and he relishes in the hitch in your breathing as you hear and feel him unzip his pants. Nanami flips your skirt up, revealing your panties with little flowers scattered across the fabric. So innocent and sweet. He palms your ass, teasingly running his fingers over the seams, following them top to bottom until they slip to your warm pussy. You moan and he almost scolds you for breaking character but doesn't because it's one of the most beautiful sounds he ever heard you utter.

His fingers rub you until you're a panting mess, until your arousal is dripping and his fingers slide with embarrassing ease into you, in and out, in and out. You're trembling, knees week and shaking as Nanami plays with your body.

"Aren't you a lovely little thing, singing so sweetly and just for me." Nanami murmurs into your ear, watching his fingers disappear inside you. "I don't even care that you were supposed to play my victim, I don't care that you ruined our little game… I just want to be inside of you, feel you clench around my cock. Would you like that, doll?"

"Please!"

You beg so nicely, like he has already ruined you. He pushes your panties aside and guides his dick into you, slowly sinking in until all he can feel and think about is you. Your warmth, your wetness and the way you're squeezing him and it is driving him mad. He wants to fuck you long, slow and hard, wants to fuck you until all you can think about is him and how he makes you feel, draw those loud curses from your mouth but no, he didn't think it through enough and now you're both stuck in an alley, having to do it damn near silent because anytime now someone could walk in or notice him fucking you against the wall.

"Keep quiet, love." He mutters, kissing your neck and shoulder before he turned you around and hooked your leg over his elbow, leaving the other barely touching the ground. "Can you do that for me?"

"I can try." You smile, winking at your sorcerer.

You didn't exactly manage, Nanami was too good at blowing both your mind and back out that you kind of forgot yourself. Nanami prayed that his hand over your mouth was enough to muffle your voice even though he hated how his name wasn't moaned loudly in his ears.

When you came, you bit down on one of Nanami's fingers, wrapping your legs as tight as possible around him, pulling him close as you rode out your orgasm. He hissed in your ear, hips stuttering in their thrusts as he followed you over the brink.

"Next time…" Nanami panted, nuzzling into your neck. "We do this in the privacy of our home, I'm too old for this shit."

"Your refractory period tells me otherwise." You joke and kiss him as he pulls out of you. Nanami helps you right yourself and you silently mourn the ruin of one of your cutest panties- cum and his a bit rough treatment don't mix well with flimsy material.

"I swear, I'm gonna put you over my knee."

"Can't wait, daddy, you can push your cum back in when you're at it."

[candychronicles]

words unspoken // a collection of love letters

A/N: this is my secret santa for the anilysium server! i got to write for the lovely @miyarinrin​! i decided on writing a few little love letters, something i did last year and had a ton of fun doing. hope you enjoy <3

CHARACTER PAIRING: Kuroo Tetsurou, Hitoshi Shinsou, Giyuu Tomioka x reader (all adults)

WORD COUNT: 1008

WARNINGS: just a sappy collection of letters!

SYNOPSIS: sometimes it’s easier to put pen to paper, and in this case, a few of your loves did just that. 

uh, hi?

i’m not really sure how to start this. how do people write letters? it feels like some cliche 80’s movie thing but i know it would make you happy, much happier than a text, and there’s no way in hell i could say this to you in person just quite yet. i mean, it seems like i’m relaxed, like there’s not much going on in the world, like i’m just happy to be happy, but it’s you who really brings the happiness out in me. i’m just some dork, nobody special, eager to prove to the world how smart i can really be, how dedicated i can become to a life i want to live. it’s you who pushes me on though, you who cheers for me, brings me food when i’m too tired to eat, runs me a bath when i am so overworked i can’t even clean myself, runs your fingers through my hair so i can actually sleep. don’t think for a second that i don’t notice you selflessly running yourself into the ground at times to support me in my dreams. this letter is just a prelude of what’s to come. one day i’ll have enough money to support you tenfold. you can become the person you always wanted to and i’ll be your cheerleader, i can promise you that. and then we’ll both be happy, living our lives like we’ve always wanted. i know it seems so farfetched now as we meander by as adults but we’re so close to getting there that i can see a light at the end of the tunnel. just hang with me a bit longer sweetheart and we will have it all. 

yours always, 

Kuroo

love,

Denki suggested i do this so here i am, trying to figure this whole letter thing out. i want to be more romantic, i really do, but this seems a little cheesy to be writing a love letter. i could just say these things to your face but he insists on me writing it down so that you can save it. i turned him down though when he said to spray cologne all over it. that’s a little too questionable, even for me. so here goes nothing…

you’ve known for a long time that i’ve wanted to be a pro. and now that i’m here, i don’t really know what to do with my life. i’ve proved to everyone that my quirk does not mean that i’m a villain. you’ve fought beside me, both metaphorically and physically, to make sure that everyone saw my true potential. you didn’t waver as i struggled through highschool and well into adulthood, attempting to live my life authentically. but what kind of life would i have had if i hadn’t asked you to be my partner? i don’t know why i had ever thought that you would say no but that idea was embedded deep into my head for awhile. i mean, did we want to ruin the friendship that we had spent years building? but i knew that i needed you to be by my side as more than a friend and i knew i wanted to spoil you more than i could in those regards too. so i swept away my anxiety and asked you without hesitation, expecting the worst but hoping for the best. and now here we are, still together.

as i’m writing this, i continue to find it hard to believe that you’ve dealt with my shit for so long, the late nights of worrying, fighting, studying, striving to be better than ever. i know you’ll say i’ve done the same for you but it feels like nothing i’ll ever do will be good enough to thank you for being with me. 

the only thing i can think of right now is how i want you by my side forever. how i hope to be able to, over my lifetime, make you as happy as you’ve made me. so if you could do me a favor and turn around to look at me, i’d really appreciate it. i’ve got a real important question to ask you.

-Shinsou

p.s. i hope you say yes otherwise this letter will be quite embarrassing.

hello,

i don’t really know what to say, so here i am writing it. it’s not that i don’t feel this way but rather, i just don’t know how to express it. i hope in the way i let you sleep in for a few minutes, how food is always prepared for you, how i tuck your hair behind your ear when it slips into your face, how i run you a hot bath after a grueling mission, how to try to protect you with every fiber of my being, shows you how much i care. words are not my strong suit but i still desperately need you to know that i love you, that i would be lost without you, that you are a key part of my existence. everything i do in life is to create a world where we can live in safely, where we can be happy together without the fear of death by demons. this world is cruel and unjust and proving to be much more confusing. life and death isn’t so black and white, but rather ugly shades of gray that muddle together so much it’s hard to understand where one concept ends and the other begins. that said, the only thing that is crystal clear to me is you and my affection towards you. there’s no question about that, no uncomfortable feelings, not anymore. you understand me, protect the protector, give me space when needed and smother me when i can’t comprehend life. i’ll forever appreciate you being by my side and will fight, with my very last breath if i have to, for a life that you can live safely in. i won’t fail to protect you like i have with so many others, that’s a promise.

sincerely, 

Giyuu

[haikyuuhimbosandhypebeasts]

Snow Fell

A/N: Back at it again with the Anilysium collab posts! Took a lil bit out of me since I got hyper fixated on YTTD again along with moving house, but I figured I’d try to keep my writing spirit alive. Along with this I’ll be making something for a very special someone for Secret Santa and I have an entry in the NSFW collab this month as well. Keep an eye out if you’re a Yanfei fan. Now have some vaguely holiday themed angst.

Ship: Beidou x gn!reader

Genre: Angst (no comfort.)

Trigger/Content Warnings: One sided feelings, reader is a little creepy sometimes, a crewmate looks at you in a creepy way as well, alcohol consumption (recreational).

Word Count: 565

Masterlist: Click here for holiday cheer from fellow authors!

“I’ll drink to that!” A merry sailor said cheerily, wrapping an arm around his meek mate’s shoulder and lifting his mug high in the air. Before his more experienced comrades could comment on his joviality and hush him, though, he threw the creamy, festive beverage in his cup to the back of his throat.

“That was my drink, asshat,” you mumbled disdainfully at your crewmate. He seemed to not hear you, so you turned your attention to the scenery outside.

It was beautiful for the holidays, really. Glittering snow stacked on top of cobblestone paths, dyed orange from street lanterns- it looked just like some scene out of a landscape painting. You weren’t often free on the holidays- to be honest, you can’t remember when you last had a break on a day when most things were closed. You often ran errands for the captain of The Crux, Beidou. This wasn’t out of laziness or anything, but she was rather a busy woman who could be out slaying wicked beasts with her massive weaponry and electro vision and you wanted to help her any way you could. This came out in little favors here and there- one day you caught her when she was passingly mentioning how hungry she was under her breath while you were docked at Liyue and you had brought her some spicy dish from the Wanmin restaurant. You remembered the way her face lit up subtly upon seeing the food. The memory soon turned into your motivation.

You craved approval from Beidou, her fruity voice cascading smoothly to your waiting ears. You longed to feel her pat your back in approval or notice you more than the rest of your crew. You started to find yourself jealous of whoever she snuck off to see in the middle of the night for “business meetings.”

But to be honest, it was entirely your fault you felt this way. Your longing was starting to change you, to reflect in your morals of treating everyone equally- your bias was plain as day anymore. I mean, who else would you be memorizing dates and dishes and outfits and occasions for?

The drink thief from earlier eyed you conspicuously, gaining attention from his meek partner, making a note to drag along the curve of your waist before landing on your face.

“Y/n, are you thinkin’ about the captain?” He asked bluntly.

“D-don’t say that!” The partner hissed, then looked up at you with a nervous gaze, “Sorry, y/n. He’s had too much.”

“Naw, I haven’t!” He hissed, “‘m just worried. They look miserable without Captain Beidou bein’ here.”

“Shut your mouth,” you said impulsively, not thinking about the position it put you in to deny it so quickly and vehemently.

You faced the window again begrudgingly, trying to hide the expression of guilt and bitterness that displayed fairly plainly on your face.

The worst part was that he was entirely correct. You wanted the security of seeing Captain Beidou next to you for tonight, not possibly enjoying festivities with someone else. A wave of shame washed over you when you thought of how selfish you were acting with someone as great as the Captain herself. You were just a measly crewmate, you had no right to try and think of her like that.

The fight you had with yourself internally only grew louder and louder.

Snow fell.

Want some good holiday themed sfw fic? Here’s that masterlist again!

[pazumane]

HAIKYUU MASTERLIST

FULL-LENGTH WORKS

Azumane Asahi

Closing Time SFW, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort if you squint, 6.4k

You get stood up on a blind date, so Asahi comes to rescue you at the end of the night.

My first Haikyuu fic!

Ennoshita Chikara

Black Tie Affair NSFW, Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Smut, Exes to Lovers, 8.1k

Chikara thought he had seen the last of you when you dumped him after the graduation ceremony, but an unexpected chance encounter at Tanaka and Kiyoko’s wedding brings you two back together again in more ways than one.

Written for @/meiansmistress’s Underrated Character Collab

Inuoka Sō

Baby Fever NSFW, Fluff, Smut, Established Relationship, 7k

Sō has always supported you in chasing your dreams. When you wanted to put a hold on starting a family in favor of focusing on your career, he supported you. But dreams change, and you know just the way to show him.

Written for @/meiansmistress’s Underrated Character Collab

Kuroo Tetsuro

Dressed to Chill SFW, Fluff, 2k

Cold walks home become a little less miserable when Kuroo Tetsurou is there to keep you warm.

Written for @/kuroos-babygirl for Anilysium’s Secret Santa Gift Exchange

Matsukawa Issei

Consternation SFW, Angst, Comfort, Angst to Fluff, 1.9k

A difficult day at work leads Issei down a dark train of thought. You’re there to bring him back.

Sugawara Koushi

Home for the Holidays, NSFW, Fluff, Smut, Established Relationship, 2.5k

After a disastrous holiday gathering with your overbearing parents, Suga comforts you in the best way he knows how.

Written for Anilysium’s NSFW Winter Collab

HEADCANONS

Haikyuu Boys with a Tall GF (feat. Asahi, Ushijima, Hinata, Tanaka)

Dad!Ushijima (ask from @/luri-isa)

Yaku’s Tall GF (inspired by @/sugawarassoulmate)