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So close…

…yet so far away.

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He’s A Killer

Fandom: Haikyuu

Paring: Serial Killer!Bokuto X Fem!reader

Summary: It’s only when the killer has his blade to your throat and he's thrusting into you, moaning like this is the best fuck of his life that something dawns on you. This all feels so familiar This all feels like Bokuto . It is as if your boyfriend's been here the whole time.

Warnings: dark content, no beta, Minors DNI

Tags:  Serial Kiler Au, college Au, non-con/dub-con, knife play, degradation, dirty talk, noncon/duncom

Word Count: 1.9

Your boyfriend is just too damn adorable and too much of a himbo that no one suspects him to be the ghost-faced killer stalking the campus. Bokuto’s got everyone fooled, even you. You, who lets him walk you home from your night class because he makes you feel safe. You who occasionally invites him inside when your parents aren't home and leads him up to your bedroom.

You don’t even see the red flags like the way he can be a little rough when the two of you have sex. He is sadistic really. But you don’t complain because you like it when Bokuto wraps his hand around your throat and gives you that devilish smirk he doesn’t give anyone else but you. It makes you feel special when he degrades you but calls you his. His cute little bitch, his tight hole, his love that he gets to use to heart's content. It's a complete 360 from the way he treats you any other time. Cupping your cheeks and smothering your face in kisses, getting that goofy smile when he sees you bundled up in one of his scarves or jackets. Holding your hand in his while you wait in line to get coffee or walk across campus in the early autumn morning to class. Or like now hugged close to his arm talking about how your day was as he walks you home. He could keep this act up for ages with you because a part of it wasn't acting.

Then you let it slip your parents weren’t going to be home this weekend. Your reassure him you’ll be fine though! The new security system daddy bought is top of the line. Bokuto knows exactly which one it is and how to disarm it. Making the fantasy he's had since the day he met you all the more tempting to make a reality.

The text you send him on date night, Friday night, is what tips him over the edge. Makes him decide to say fuck it to all the pretending. It was just ‘you don’t get to worry about condoms tonight 😉 this bitch has birth control! god, I've been wanting to tell you that all week, but I wanted to be a surprise!', but do you know how long he’s wanted to take you raw? Have you been trapped under his weight with nowhere to go? See the fat tears rolls down your cheeks as your eyes roll back from him being balls deep in you. To feel your walls, clench around his throbbing cock as he presses his blade just a little further into your soft skin. To hear you beg and babble for your life.

As you wait for the popcorn to be done you get a text from an unknown number. ‘You look so cute in those pjays tonight y/n’ that’s followed by a picture of you taken form just outside the kitchen window.

‘sooo defenses.’

Your mind kicks into panic mode. You swipe out of your massages with shaky fingers and to the alarm system app.

‘You think an alarm system is going to keep you safe?’ the text says at the top of your screen.

The light suddenly goes out and with it the alarm system.

‘let’s play a game of hide and seek. Rules are simple. If you win you live, but if I win you die and I’m taking that silk pajama set as a prize.’, The light flickered back in single that rather you like it or not this game has begun.

Bokuto just loves how fucking stupid you can be when you get panicked like this. The fear making you his dumb little bitch as you run though the house to hide. By the soft thuds of your feet, it sounds like you went to your parent's room. Then instead of, ya know, calling the police you text him.

'Bokuto please hurry.'

'what's a wrong babe?' he texts you as he stalks through the house.

'The killer, he's in the house.'

'What oh god, what happened to the security system?'  he knows exactly what happened to it.

'I think the power was cut or something. It's back on but the killer's in the house. please hurry.'

'Call the police. I'll be there as soon as I can.'

'What if he hears me?'

Bokuto already does hear you. You've cornered yourself in your parents' walk in the closet trying so hard to contain your sniffling. What? Did you think that this wouldn't be one of the first places he would check?

"You must've really sucked at hiding and seek as a kid," The killer says, his voice muffled by the ghost face mask, as he flips on the closet light.

Everything seems to slow down as you watch as a pair of boots stops in front of your mother's fashionable trench coats. Gloved hands rip the coat apart and you scream.

Bokuto feels his cock stir at the sight. This is what he's been dreaming about. Tensed up in ball tying o push yourself further into the closet wall. Your eyes are wide and glossy. You bottom lip trebling like your abbot to cry. This, this, is what has him up late at night fucking his fist. The images of fear seizing your body and making your helpless makes him cum so hard into his hand that his back arches off the bed.

The killer takes you right there in the closet, just one of the places in your fancy house he plans on fucking you. Your survival instincts aren’t fully kicking on. A Firm and familiar grip pulls you by the ancle out of your hiding spot and cut off all that pretty silk in your boyfriend’s favorite color, he uses the same blade to tease your skin.

The masked man takes his time tracing patterns in your skin leaving little red scratches that will disappear in a matter of a few hours. That is if you make it that long. You will though. You will. Bokuto will come to save you any moment. He would. He will…

“Fuck, your pussy’s drooling for me. I never pegged to be into this kind fucked up stuff baby.”

And it’s what makes you feel so distraught because the feeling of his sharp knife and his gloved hands grouping your body made arousal swell between your legs. Only Bokuto was supposed to make you feel this. Where was he? Surely, he should be here by now? How long has it been since the killer found you? Had time ceased to exist in this closet?

It’s only when the killer has his blade to your throat and he's thrusting into you, moaning like this is the best fuck of his life that something dawns on you. This all feels so familiar This all feels like  Bokuto It is as if your boyfriend's been here the whole time. No, nonono.

"B-Bokuto?" your voice cracks.

the makes man still his hips, halfway inside you. He tosses his knife aside. You watch it thump dully against the carpet. Was he done? Was it possible he wasn't going to hurt you? Mabey even leaves. Yes, he would leave and Bokuto would come and you would be proven wrong-

"What gave it away baby?"

Your head snaps back to see Bokuto peel off his mask and then toss it next to his knife. His hair is messy. A few starches sticking to his forehead with sweat. He stares down at you with something wicked and mean in his eyes. Fuck, he looks so unhinged. so good- oh god what was wrong with you? You're so fucked up to think that.

"Oh-shit!" Bokuto hisses feel your walls squeeze around him. "You- HA! you like this don't you?"

Bokuto thrusts back in making your whole-body bounce. While one hand grabs at your hip the other wraps around your throat just how you like.

"My little suck fuck likes it when I fuck her like this? fuuuuck, you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this? How many times I've gotten myself to that look on your face. And now I get to fuck my little cum dump all night long like this!"

A sob of emotions bubbles past your lips. Shame, disgust, fear, euphoric pleasure, they're all flooding your senses. Bokuto continues humping into you. His face is so close that you can't look away. You can't stop the building heat either. You were really going to cum, weren’t you? How could you not cum when your boyfriend was making you feel so good.

"Oh, fuck baby, fuck. So good. So, fucking tight for me. Sucking and squeezing me like such a slut. Mmm~ my little slut."

Yes, yes, his little slut. You roll your hips, tiring to match his feral pace but failing, it doesn't matter though. It still feels so good. insanely good. You're losing your mind right now. That's the only way to explain why you're locking your ankles around his waist. Why are reaching up and digging use nails into his shoulders as your back arches off the floor. Babbling his name like he is your savior when he's anything but.

Bokuto moans are completely feral now, mixed in with bubbles of mad laughter. With that hand around your throat, you are forced to look him in the eye as he cums. With a snap his hips  Bokuto burries himself deep inside you, enough so that you can’t the blunt head of his cock pierce your cervix, you can feel it twitch as he fills you with his seed.

"Kotaro," his name escapes your lips slurred and heavy with lust.

Your body reacts on its own and your mind is too muddled and distracted by your orgasm to tell it to stop trying to get close to the heat radiating from Bokuto's flushed body or strop bucking your hips milking his cock as you try to draw out your orgasm for as long as you can. Just like the desperate little slut he loves so much.

When your body flops back onto the carpet Bokuto removes his hand from your throat, letting you catch your breath. He stays on top of you, still inside you even as you can feel his dick going soft. He leans his head down to rest it against your shoulder. You can feel strong puffs of breath and small kisses against your collar bone.

Was this it? Was he going to kill you now? The knife was still so close by, either of you could grab it. Could you kill Bokuto though? Could he kill you? He was a killer after all, but he also genuinely loved you.

"Let's do it on your parent's bed next. Bet mommy and daddy wouldn’t be able to look you in the eye after they find the mess we leave behind." his voice cuts your thoughts short. He has that bright smile everyone loves as he pulls you to your feet and the two of you stumble over to the parent's king-size bed.

"wanna do I the roof." You mumble staring up at him again.

"What was that baby?

"I wanna do on the roof, under the stars,” If he wanted to fuck you on ever surface of the house you might as well include the roof, right?

Bokuto kisses your forehead. " Of course, baby. We go do it wherever you want," already pushing your knees into your chest.

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147. Pirate Women, by Laura Sook Duncombe

Owned: Yes Page count: 229 My summary: The life stories of some of the women of the world who sailed as pirates - from Viking maidens like Alfhild, through Anne Bonny and Mary Read in the Golden Age of Piracy, to modern day pirate women My rating: 3.5/5 My commentary:

Yaar, me hearties, it be time to set sail on the ragin’ seas o’ the non-fiction genre! Anyone who knows me even a little knows that I love pirates, and pirate history, and pirate movies, so the chance to read about some cool pirate ladies from history is always appreciated. I think the only other such book I’ve read was written by a man, who seemed to be under the impression that women are physically incapable of hard labour (?) so getting a perspective from a woman is valuable. And I’m especially grateful for more information on my girl Sayyida al-Hurra. She’s one of the real pirates, and she was so cool.

This book has a lot of ground (er, ocean) to cover, and each chapter looks at a different location and time period. There’s well-known pirates like Anne Bonny, less well-known but still historical and awesome pirates like Ching Shih or Grace O’Malley, and some almost definitely mythical or fictional pirate ladies as well. Duncome gives a look at their lives, speculating to cover the historical/legendary gaps, and overall she gives a very compelling look at these figures.

The stories themselves are short, more an overview than anything, but in the cases of the real pirates little is truly known about most of their lives. Dumcombe knows this, and does point out where her retellings might be based partially or entirely on fiction, though I’ll admit that she does sometimes make claims that are hard to prove without any real references given in the text itself. Still, if legends about Blackbeard or Captain Morgan are repeated without fact beign considered, why not these ladies? Does it matter that some of them have faded into myth, or were fiction to begin with? Isn’t it worth passing around their stories anyway? I appreciated her last chapter, where she talks about pirate women as depicted in Hollywood, though I’m not sure about some of her conclusions.

In short, if you want to learn about badass lady pirates, this book’s a pretty good place to start.

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How much money should school districts with the poorest students get? That’s an issue that will be debated in Richmond next month.

Virginia is one of six states where school districts with the least poverty receive more funding per student than districts with the most amount of poverty. That upside down model of funding is why Virginia gets a failing grade for funding distribution from the Education Law Center.

Chris Duncome at the Commonwealth Institute says lawmakers can take action to remedy this imbalance by increasing funding for Virginia’s at-risk add-on program.

“Our education funding formula largely assumes the cost of educating a student is about the same no matter what type of student that is regardless of the different services that they'll will need.”

In the last General Assembly session, Delegate Laschrecse Aird, a Democrat from Petersburg tried to get an additional $64 million for the fund to help the poorest students.

“They have a significant need, and as a commonwealth we should feel obligated to invest in those districts and invest in those students so that we get the greatest outcome in the end.”

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this is the last joke i’ll make about some of the characters having bad hygiene.

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Cedar? I Wood-n’t Wanna Be Her!

after that, she started apologizing to her homework.

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5 times Apple hugged Raven…

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…and the one time Raven hugged back.

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Hopper’s Five Stages of Grief

Stage One:

Denial.

Stage Two:

Anger.

Stage Three:

Bargaining.

Stage Four:

Depression.

Stage Five:

Acceptance.

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and not once did he turn into a frog.

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rosabella “i can fix him” beauty.

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The Charmings, titans of Fairytale legacies…

…oh, right, there’s also Dexter.

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Dexter’s Destiny Dilemma

END Chapter Two of The Charming Siblings Saga

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Prince in Distress

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Charmings’ Crown Jewel

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Girl Talk.

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Daring’s Royal Retrospective (part 1/2)

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