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Deception || tetsurou kuroo Yakuza AU - Chapter Three

From the moment you looked into his eyes, you knew—he was nothing but trouble. Everyone warned you. Stay away from him. Don’t get involved. But you never listened. Tetsurou Kuroo, better known as Kurai, is the infamous yakuza boss of Japan. Just mentioning his name is enough to send shivers down spines and silence conversations in dimly lit alleyways. He is a force of nature—deceitful, ruthless, and dangerously unpredictable. A man who bends the world to his will, leaving chaos in his wake. And yet, to you… he is irresistible. You crave him — his touch, his warmth, the way he sets your skin on fire with just a glance. He makes you feel invincible like you can take on the world. But loving him is a double-edged sword. Because just as he lifts you up, he destroys you.

pairing - tetsurou kuroo x reader genre - action romance, crime romance, dark romance, erotica/smut rating - 18+ MINORS DNI chapter word count - 7.6k content warning - violence, drugs and alcohol, illegal activities, sexual content, and angst. see each chapter for specific warnings.

Authors Note - This fanfic is inspired by the amazing fanart of the tetsurou kuroo mafia au (found image on pinterest, help me find the artist - I want to credit them). Disclaimer- This is a work of fiction, I do not condone the act of illegal activities, violence, or romanticization of the yakuza. Read at your own risk.

chapter two <- chapter three -> chapter four

✯ chapter-specific warnings -violence, references to drugs, alcohol, illegal activity, depression, mention of suicide, anxiety, death, grief ✯

You step onto the street, the morning air crisp, biting at your exposed skin. The streets hum with life—children rushing past you, eager to make it to school, adults briskly moving along the sidewalks, and the faint smell of fresh bread drifting from an open café door. You feel out of place. The vibrant normalcy of the world around you is a stark contrast to the turbulence occupying your mind. You shiver, but not from the cold. The weight of uncertainty clings to you, wrapping you in a quiet, suffocating embrace.

A few weeks have passed since you patched up Tetsurou, his cryptic words and that unnerving smirk continue to haunt you. You haven’t seen him since, but his gaze lingers in your thoughts, like a shadow that follows you wherever you go. Every time your mind wanders, his voice echoes—“I owe you”—and each time, a knot tightens in your chest.

What does owing me even entail? The question swirls around you, relentlessly, as you try to make sense of it all. But every answer you come up with only leads to more confusion.

You barely knew the man. Yes, you helped him in the alley, but surely that wasn’t enough to warrant a debt—especially one that seemed so… personal. It wasn’t some grand gesture; it was instinct, a basic sense of morality. You weren’t the kind of person to leave a bleeding man to die in the street.

The hospital was already buzzing with activity when you arrived. The sharp scent of antiseptic clung to the air, mixing with the faint aroma of fresh coffee from the nurses’ station. The steady beeping of monitors hummed in the background as you weaved through the crowded hallway, nodding at a few coworkers who looked just as exhausted as you felt. Everything about this place was routine. It should have brought comfort, but the thought of Tetsurou lingered, ever-present, like a slow-burning fuse you couldn’t quite extinguish. You tried to push it aside by immersing yourself in the busy chaos of the hospital.

“You’re late.”

You blinked, pulled from your thoughts as Shirabu glanced up at you over the top of his clipboard.

“Only by two minutes,” you said, offering a sheepish smile as you grabbed your scrub cap from your locker.

“Two minutes could be the difference between life or death in surgery,” he said, his voice carrying a touch of authority, though there was no real malice behind it. “You’re assisting with my laparoscopic cholecystectomy. Get scrubbed in.”

“Yes, sir.”

The mechanical motions of getting ready for surgery are second nature by now. The sterile environment, the use of medical jargon—it’s familiar and comforting. You tried your best to only focus on work and for a moment, you almost forgot about what was plaguing your mind. Almost.

Then, during a lull between procedures, your phone buzzed in your pocket, pulling you out of your thoughts. You glanced at the screen.

PAST DUE NOTICE: FINAL WARNING.

Your stomach dropped. You barely dared to open the message, but you already knew. Rent was overdue—again. You had a week, maybe less, before your landlord took action. And with the hospital cutting overtime hours, there was no easy way to fix this.

Your grip tightened around your phone, a sinking dread coiling in your stomach. You took a sharp breath, pushing the screen aside just as Koushi’s name flashed across the display.

You hesitated before answering, trying to push past the uneasy feeling gnawing at you. “Hey,” you said, trying to sound casual. “What’s up?”

“Are you okay?” Koushi’s voice came through, filled with concern and a touch of frustration, stark against the quiet hum of the hospital. “I haven’t heard from you in a while. You’ve been on my mind, especially since.....” He lets out a breath,  “I just want to make sure you’re alright.”

The warmth in his voice should have been comforting, but it only made you feel more torn. You weren’t sure how to explain that you weren’t fine—so many emotions clouded your thoughts, so many things left unsaid. The weight of the chance encounter with Tetsurou was starting to feel heavier by the day.

“I’m fine,” you said a little too quickly, pushing the words out with a forced cheer. “Just been busy with work, you know how it is.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line, the silence thick with Koushi’s concern. You could almost hear him debating whether to press further. When he finally spoke again, his voice was softer. “You don’t sound fine. You’ve barely responded to my texts and ignored all my calls. I’m surprised you answered this one. I just... I’m worried, okay? Since what happened a few weeks ago, you’ve been distant.”

You let out a long sigh, leaning back against the counter in the break room as you ran a hand through your hair. Koushi’s worry felt like a heavy blanket, smothering you with its warmth. He was right. You hadn’t been yourself. But how could you explain the unease gnawing at your insides? How could you explain the growing dread that's taken root in your chest?

“I’m fine, Koushi. Really,” you say, your voice faltering despite your best efforts. “Just... work has been hectic. That’s all.”

Another long silence. You can hear Koushi breathing on the other end, his concern palpable, like a soft weight pressing down on your chest. “I get it,” he says, finally, a hint of resignation in his voice. “But you can’t keep ignoring everything that happened. You can’t just push me away. I’m your best friend. I’m here, alright?”

You close your eyes for a moment, pressing your palm to your forehead as if it could ease the weight of his words. He’s right, you know he is. Koushi always knows when you’re hiding behind a mask, pretending everything is fine.

You let out a breath, feeling the familiar weight of your past settle over you like a shadow. You’d never fully allowed yourself to belong to the Sugawara family. They’d taken you in when you had nothing, and given you warmth and comfort when you needed it most, but they could never replace what you’d lost. A small, guarded part of you kept its distance, remembering that people could be taken from you in an instant. Loss had always been a silent companion, one you couldn’t shake no matter how many people surrounded you.

"I... I know," you whispered, the words slipping out before you could stop them. "But sometimes it’s easier not to feel too much. It doesn’t hurt as much that way."

Koushi’s sigh on the other end was filled with a deep, tired understanding, “Listen, I was thinking we could meet for dinner tonight, my treat. It’s been a while since the two of us hung out properly. Maybe a change of scenery will help clear your head.”

Dinner with Koushi sounds exactly like what you need. You hesitate, staring at the phone in your hand as if it holds the answers you’re searching for. Part of you wants to say no, to remain in this space where no one can reach you, but the other part aches for a sense of normalcy you haven't felt in weeks. The quiet comfort Koushi offers feels like a lifeline you desperately need.

“Yeah, that sounds nice,” you said, more to reassure him than anything. “Let’s do it.”

A sound of relief filtered through the phone, and you could almost picture Koushi’s smile on the other end. “Good. I’ll text you the details,” he said. “Just... take care of yourself, okay?”

You smiled softly, though he couldn’t see. “I will, I promise.”

You ended the call and tucked your phone back into your pocket, forcing yourself to focus on the next surgery. But even as you suited up for the next procedure, The dinner invite with Koushi lingered in your mind. The thought of a quiet dinner and some normalcy beckoned like a distant shore, a place you weren’t sure you were ready to reach but knew you desperately needed to.

At the same time, far above the streets of Tokyo, in a sleek penthouse bathed in the warm glow of the midday sun, Kuroo sat at the head of a polished, modern table. The expansive view of the city sprawled beneath him, a chaotic maze of buildings and bustling streets, mirroring his volatile life. Papers were scattered before him, but his focus was distant, his thoughts miles away. His fingers swirled the glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the light, but the real matter gnawing at his mind had little to do with business.

He can’t stop thinking about you.

Weeks had passed, and you still lingered in the recesses of his mind, an echo that refused to fade. Your quiet concern, the hesitation in your eyes when you helped him—it all replayed in his head like a song stuck on repeat. But it wasn’t just your actions that haunted him. It was your face—your eyes, soft and uncertain, yet sharp with something he couldn’t quite place. The way your hair fell, it was messy but somehow still perfect. The way you looked at him as if you saw something more, something deeper. He should have let it go by now. It should have meant nothing. 

But here he was —wondering what it was that made you so different.

A part of him itched to repay you, to settle the unspoken debt that lingered between the two of you. Yet, another part—the one that knew better—was reluctant to. Once he started paying that debt, your life would be intertwined with his. And being involved with someone like you? That was a danger he couldn’t afford to entertain.

The soft click of the door broke his reverie, and Kuroo looked up to find Kenma entering, his expression flat, unreadable. As always, Kenma knew. Kuroo didn’t have to say a word—his friend was sharp enough to see through the mask he wore.

“You’re still thinking about her,” Kenma said, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife.

Kuroo’s eyes flicked to Kenma, a sharp, almost predatory glint flashing in his gaze. He leaned back in his chair, his tone low, tinged with frustration. “It’s not that simple,” he muttered, trying to push the thought of you away. 

Kenma didn’t comment, but the look he gave was enough to say he wasn’t buying it.

Kuroo dragged a hand through his hair, ignoring the faint pull of his stitches. His mind shifted gears, locking onto something else gnawing at him. His eyes fell on the papers he’d been neglecting while he recovered. “Daishou’s attack... it was too messy, too risky. That’s just not his style. He frowned, his grip tightening around the glass. “This isn’t just a turf dispute. There’s more going on here.”

Kenma leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “A drug deal gone wrong?” he mused, his voice calm, calculating.

Kuroo shook his head. “No. If it were, he wouldn’t have played it this way. I have a feeling this isn’t about the usual shit. He may want to take over control—starting by seeing how much chaos he can throw into our organization—and he’s not working alone. The shift in his methods only confirms that.”  His voice turned sharp, frustration creeping in. “So who the fuck is helping him?”

Kenma considered the theory, letting the silence stretch between them. Then, finally, he spoke. “Daishou’s reckless, but he’s not stupid. If this were about taking over, he’d be smarter.” His gaze darkened slightly. “Are we sure he’s even involved, it could be an entirely new threat?”

Kuroo exhaled sharply, drumming his fingers against the glass, the sound filling the quiet space. “Good point. We need to consider other angles.” He shifted, eyes narrowing. “Have Yaku look into that missing shipment from last week. If this is connected, I want to know.”

“Already on top of it.” Kenma’s tone was clipped.

Kuroo exhaled, jaw tight. “Someone’s poking holes in places they shouldn’t. And I don’t fucking like it.”

The room hung heavy with tension, but it wasn’t just business weighing on Kuroo’s mind. Kenma was watching him too closely, and Kuroo knew what was coming next.

Sure enough, Kenma’s voice broke through the quiet, edged with amusement. “It’s been weeks. Why is she still on your mind?”

Kuroo’s fingers twitched. The frustration inside him coiled tighter. “I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice lower now, rougher. He ran a hand down his face, ignoring how his muscles tensed at the thought of her. “She helped me. But it’s more than that and I can’t figure out why.”

Kenma studied him, sharp eyes assessing, before he tilted his head slightly. “I’ve never seen you like this.” His voice was almost amused, but there was something else beneath it—curiosity, maybe. “Not since… well, ever.” A small, dry laugh escaped him. “A girl’s never gotten you this off-balance.”

Kuroo’s eyes snapped to him, irritation flaring before he smothered it beneath cold indifference. “I’m not off-balance,” he muttered. The words rang hollow.

Kenma let the silence stretch before offering a shrug. “Maybe not. But something about her is fucking with your head. And when you start overthinking, that’s when everything goes to shit.” His voice sharpened, turning blunt. “She’s a distraction. We don’t need distractions. Not with someone stirring up trouble.”

Kuroo inhaled shakily, frustration still tightening his chest. “I told her I owed her for saving my life.”

“You hate being indebted to people,” Kenma said, pausing for a moment before continuing carefully, “I know we all gave you a hard time about her at first, but she’s smart. She patched you up without asking questions and didn’t involve law enforcement. Figure out what she wants, pay your debt, and be done with her for good. Maybe then, it’ll stop fucking with your head.”

Before Kuroo could respond, the room door creaked open, and Alisa walked in, her heels clicking sharply against the floor as she approached, her smile laced with sweetness and false charm. The warmth of the sunlight framed her in an almost surreal glow, casting her shadow over the room like a predator preparing to strike. She glanced between Kuroo and Kenma, her eyes gleaming with something far too knowing.

“You two are still talking about business?” she asked, her voice sweet as honey, but with a clear undertone of something far more playful. “How boring. I’d much rather be doing something... fun.” She took a few steps closer to Kuroo, her gaze locking onto him with an intensity that bordered on suffocating. 

Kuroo’s patience snapped, his voice cold, sharp. “Alisa, this isn’t the time.”

“Oh, come on Tetsurou,” she cooed, walking closer, her fingers brushing lightly against the back of his chair, her perfume—a mix of expensive florals and something darkly familiar—clinging to the air like a trap. She stepped in, her voice dropping into a more sultry cadence. “You look like you could use some relief, don’t you think?”

The frustration surged in Kuroo, and before he could stop himself, his voice snapped out, harsh. “Don’t call me Tetsurou,” he growled. His eyes flashed dangerously, the words cold and commanding. “Only a few people get to use my first name.”

Her eyes flickered with something unreadable—frustration? Amusement? It was hard to tell. Instead of leaving immediately, she trailed a slow fingertip along the back of Kuroo’s chair, her nails just barely scraping against the wood.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Kuroo,” she purred, voice dipping into something dangerously sweet. “Didn’t mean to overstep.” She tilted her head, eyes locking onto his with something closer to calculation than hurt. “But don’t forget, darling—some of us don’t like being replaced so easily.”

Kuroo’s patience was already worn thin. He rose from his chair, his towering form casting a shadow over the entire room. “I’m serious, Alisa,” he said, his voice low and deadly. “This is business. If you don't have anything valuable to contribute, leave.”

Then, with one last lingering glance at Kuroo, she turned and walked out, her heels clicking against the floor in sharp, deliberate beats.

Kuroo let out a sharp breath, the weight of his frustration slipping momentarily. He stood still for a beat, trying to shake off the anger that simmered beneath the surface, but Kenma didn’t miss it.

Kenma glanced at the door, then turned his attention back to Kuroo, a sly smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “She’s got a way of leaving an impression. Must be exhausting, dealing with that.” His voice was light, but there was sharp meaning behind it, cutting through the stillness.

Kuroo shot him a look, his eyes narrowing slightly, his voice tight with annoyance. “Don’t start.”

Kenma, clearly enjoying the moment, settled deeper into his chair. 

It wasn’t a secret that Alisa and he had a history—some heated moments, a few quick, messy releases—but frankly, Kuroo couldn’t have cared less about her. Their relationship had always been a mutually beneficial transaction. He no longer had the patience for her games. 

Just as they were about to speak again, the door opened, and Fukunaga stepped in, his expression serious with a clipboard in hand.

“Boss,” Fukunaga said, his voice respectful but urgent. “Are you still set to meet with Bokuto later?”

Kuroo’s focus snapped back into place, his movements smooth and controlled. “Yeah. I’ll meet him later. Make sure the funds are ready to move.” Setting the whiskey aside, his mind clicked back into gear. “We need to move quickly. Withdraw what I need, and have everything prepped.”

Fukunaga nodded. “Understood, Boss. I’ll take care of it right away.”

As Fukunaga exited, Kuroo turned to Kenma, his gaze cold and calculating. “Bokuto had been doing well using the bakery as a front for our drug stash, but now I’ve got him handling our finances. Laundering money, tracking earnings, and keeping the books spotless. If anything gets flagged, we’re done.”

Kenma’s eyes narrowed, his expression hardening as he processed the new information. “We can’t afford a slip-up, not after what happened with the last accountant. Bokuto’s curiosity could spell trouble. Keep him in line—don’t let him start digging into things he doesn’t need to know. One wrong question, and it all comes crashing down.”

Kuroo’s lips curled into a grim smile, his voice low and hollow. “Don’t worry. When I see him, I’ll make it very clear who’s in charge... and exactly what’ll happen if he sticks his nose where it doesn’t belong.”

The evening air had softened, and the usual hum had faded into a peaceful stillness, bathed in the amber glow of streetlights. Above, the sky had deepened into rich indigo and violet, the last remnants of daylight bleeding into the horizon, leaving a canvas of tranquil hues.  The colors seemed to breathe with you, a quiet exhale against the weight of the day. As you made your way down the quiet side street to the restaurant, there was a sense of calm in the air, something that allowed you to finally exhale, as if the world itself had offered you a moment of respite.

Your phone buzzed in your hand, the screen lighting up with Koushi’s name. A small smile tugged at your lips, his presence always managing to soothe the tension that seemed to cling to you lately.

"Hey," you answered, your voice much warmer than it had been earlier.

"Hey! I just parked. I’ll wait for you inside," Koushi replied, his cheerful tone reaching through the phone with ease. You could hear the sound of him settling into his seat as you approached the entrance.

The restaurant was small and cozy, tucked away from the bustling main road. It had the kind of atmosphere that made you feel at home—a haven where everything felt simple and calm. As you stepped inside, the savory scents of grilled meats and roasted vegetables welcomed you, easing the tension that had lingered in your chest all day. Koushi waved from a booth near the back, grinning as he spotted you, and immediately, the tightness in your stomach loosened.

You joined him with an exaggerated embrace, laughing as he gently teased you about your apparent exhaustion. The two of you sat down, and after ordering your food, the conversation flowed easily. But despite the usual comfort of your time together, there was an underlying weight that hung between you. Koushi’s sharp eyes never missed a thing.

“So,” Koushi began, pushing his glass of water aside, his tone softening with concern. “You’ve been distant. What’s going on?””

You hesitated, tracing the rim of your glass, as you struggled to find the right words. How could you even explain the tangled mess in your head, especially with the strange pull Tetsurou had on you? The way his presence seemed to haunt you, even now.

“It’s... complicated,” you murmured, your eyes flicking toward the door as another couple entered. “You remember the guy I helped a few weeks ago? The one in the alley?”

Koushi nodded, his eyes narrow as the memory resurfaced. “Tetsurou, right.”

“Yeah,” you said, your voice trailing off as you took a sip of water. “I... can’t stop thinking about him. The whole situation’s been bothering me. It’s making me feel... off.”

Koushi’s brow furrowed as he leaned back in his seat, studying you carefully. The playful expression that usually adorned his face faded, replaced by something more serious. “Did he threaten you?”

“What… no,” you admitted, your voice quiet. “He had this….presence. Like violence was second nature to him. He warned me—told me not to get involved with him.” You hesitated, fingers tightening around your glass, “Part of me felt like I could trust him, He…. He didn’t frighten me. Not really.”

Koushi exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face before leveling you with a look that was equal parts concern and frustration. “Do you hear yourself right now?” His voice was low, and measured, but there was an unmistakable edge beneath it. “He warned you to stay away. Hell, you just said he was violent. And yet, you’re sitting here telling me you trust him?”

He shook his head, leaning forward, his elbows resting on the table. “People like him—who hide things, who have agendas—are dangerous. You need to stay away from him. I know his type of men, they like to push just enough to make you curious, just enough to make you want to get involved with them. You don’t know him. And you sure as hell can’t afford to start trusting him.” 

His fingers tapped against the table, his expression darkening. “Tell me you’re not planning to see him again.”

You hesitated, and the silence stretched just long enough to make Koushi sigh. “Of course not,” you said quickly, but even you didn’t believe it.

Koushi fell silent for a moment, his gaze shifting toward the window. The noise from the street filtered in, momentarily muffling the restaurant’s ambiance. His lips pressed together as if weighing something in his mind, and then he spoke again, his tone heavier this time.

“You know," He said, his voice tinged with concern, “this makes me even more apprehensive about the area you live in”

Your stomach twisted slightly, but you said nothing, waiting for him to continue.

“What happened a few weeks ago…” He trailed off, glancing down at his hands before meeting your gaze again. “That man —he shouldn’t have been anywhere near you, let alone been brought your apartment.”

You took a slow breath, trying to keep your tone even. “I wasn’t going to leave him to die, Koushi. And I’m fine. I handled it.”

Koushi’s expression softened, but the worry in his eyes didn’t fade. “I know you did. But that’s not the point. Your place—it’s not safe. You deserve better than this. There’s no reason you should be living in a neighborhood like that. The city might not be perfect, but there are safer places you could be.”

You shifted uncomfortably as Koushi’s words settled in. As if I hadn’t thought about that before. As if the reality of my situation wasn’t constantly looming over me like an inescapable shadow.

“I don’t have much of a choice,” you muttered, trying to keep the bitterness from creeping into your tone. “It’s all I can afford on my salary, Koushi. I’m trying my best.”  

What little money you had left over went to groceries and student loan payments. 

No matter how hard you worked, or how many shifts you picked up, they never seemed to shrink. The debt clung to you, a constant reminder that no matter how many years had passed since college, you were still paying the price—literally—for a future you were barely holding together. The idea of moving somewhere safer? Laughable. You were lucky to have a roof over your head at all.

You were doing the best you could. That was the lie you told yourself, anyway. Koushi didn’t the full extent of your financial troubles, and you weren’t about to tell him.

His sigh was heavy frustration evident in the way he ran a hand through his hair. “I know you are,” he said, his voice softer now. “But I’ve seen what happens in places like that. What if it’s worse next time? You got lucky this time. But what if next time, you aren’t?

His words cut deeper than you wanted to admit. I know I got lucky. But what now? Just pick up and leave? With what money? Rent in a safer neighborhood was nearly double what you paid now. Even if you miraculously scraped together the cash for a deposit, how long would it last before you were drowning again?

You stared down at the table, picking at your napkin, as the memories flooded in—of a time when you didn’t have to worry about safety when home was a place of warmth and laughter. You remembered your mother’s soothing voice, how she used to read bedtime stories, the rhythm of her words wrapping around you like a soft, protective blanket. It was the kind of comfort that made you feel safe as if nothing could ever go wrong. Your father, too, had been a steady presence, always in the kitchen, filling the house with the smell of home-cooked meals, humming to himself as he worked. His laughter had been the heartbeat of the house, making everything feel grounded, stable, and peaceful. You used to feel like warmth was something you could reach out and touch.

But that warmth had a way of vanishing when you needed it most. And now, it felt like everything was a distant memory, a ghost of a time when life didn’t feel so uncertain.

“I’m fine,” you said, your voice quiet but firm, pushing back the unease creeping up your spine. “I’ll make it work.”

Koushi didn’t look convinced, but he nodded slowly, his fingers tightening slightly around yours as he reached across the table. “I just want you to know… if you ever need a way out, I’m here. Always.”

You gave him a small smile, grateful for his support, though it didn’t quite reach the growing knot of unease deep inside you. The rest of the conversation passed in a blur, as Koushi tried his best to lighten the mood with stories of his students causing chaos at school. 

His familiar presence helped, but it was hard to shake the weight of the previous conversations you had—your financial strain, Tetsurou, the quiet ache of a home that once felt warm, a family that had been taken too soon. The comfort Koushi offered now only reminded you how much you had already lost; how little warmth remained in your life. You had learned to survive without it, but it still lingered like a shadow, reminding you of what you could never have again.

Unbeknownst to you, as you absentmindedly picked at your food, Kuroo entered the restaurant. His dark attire sharply contrasted against the warm glow of the space, and his eyes scanned the room with calculated care. His steps were smooth and purposeful, but when they landed on your booth, his gaze faltered, a jolt of something unfamiliar surging through him. His pulse picked up, the sensation so sudden and sharp that it felt like fate had nudged him into a direction he hadn’t anticipated.

The last time he’d seen you, everything had been chaos, and even now, he found himself thinking about you more than he cared to admit. There you were, sitting across from the man, smiling, looking so effortlessly at ease. You were—so composed, your laughter light and genuine—made him pause. He admired how the soft glow of the restaurant highlighted the warmth of your expression, the way the light caught your hair. You looked… different, more at peace than when he last saw you, and it struck him harder than he wanted to admit.

The knot in his gut tightened. Something about your appearance, the ease with which you existed at this moment, dug under his skin in a way he wasn’t ready to confront. The sight of you—so unaffected, so natural with someone else—made a strange jealousy flicker to life in his chest. 

Who the fuck was this guy?

Kuroo couldn’t pinpoint what about you had gotten under his skin. There was something there, some unspoken pull that made him want to know more, even though it didn’t make sense. It wasn’t like him to be intrigued by someone in this way, especially not someone like you. But the attraction was undeniable, pulling at him with an intensity he couldn’t ignore. He wondered if maybe this—this encounter—was more than mere coincidence.

But before he allowed himself to think further, his phone buzzed, pulling him back to the reality of the moment. He glanced at the screen briefly, then returned his gaze to the two of you. His attention needed to be elsewhere. As he made his way to the back, where his meeting with Bokuto awaited, the image of you—completely unaware—remained stubbornly in his mind. Fate had placed him here, and something told him this encounter was far from over.

You felt a strange shift in the air, the weight of someone’s gaze on you. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, a faint prickle of unease crawling down your spine. When you looked up, though, the restaurant was just as it had been—a warm, cozy space, no one staring. But the feeling lingered, nagging at you.

As the night wore on, the city slipped into its quieter hours. The restaurant’s warmth still clung to your skin as you stepped onto the dimly lit sidewalk, Koushi following close behind. The crisp air carried the scent of snow on the horizon, a promise a harsh winter would be settling over the city.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you home?” Koushi asked, his brow furrowing as he shoved his hands into his coat pockets. “It’s late.”

You shook your head with a reassuring smile. “I’ll be fine. It’s just a few blocks.”

Koushi didn’t look convinced, but he sighed, knowing arguing would get him nowhere. “Text me when you get home, all right?”

“I will.”

He hesitated before pulling you into a quick hug, his warmth momentarily shielding you from the night’s chill. “Be safe.”

With a final glance back at him, you turned and began walking, the city’s pulse a steady rhythm beneath your feet. The streetlights buzzed faintly overhead, casting long shadows against the cracked pavement. The occasional hum of a passing car was the only sound accompanying your footsteps.

Despite the quiet, an unease prickled at the edges of your senses. It was subtle—like an itch at the back of your mind, a whisper beneath the hum of the street. You exhaled sharply, shaking off the tension. Koushi’s earlier words lingered in your mind. He wasn’t exactly wrong—your neighborhood wasn’t safe. The flickering streetlights, the occasional sound of distant shouting, the way you always kept your keys between your fingers when walking home—it wasn’t ideal. But what choice did you have?

You thought about the way the city felt like it was closing in, the quiet had settled in with you. In some strange way, it reminded you of a time long ago—before all of this. Back when your world still felt warm.

Your mother had always tried to shield you from the dark things, the struggles that weighed on her silently. At only eight years old, you couldn't comprehend the depths of her battle. Darkness had crept into her mind like a quiet shadow, something you couldn’t see but could feel in the spaces between her smiles and gentle touches. She hid it so well—those smiles, those soft, comforting hands—but beneath it all, the weight of her depression dragged her further and further away. It was as if, despite all her efforts to mask it, something inside her was quietly breaking. In the end, it became too much for her. She succumbed to her demons, ending her own life.

You were left with your father—a man who tried to hold it together for you. He did everything he could to keep things normal, even when it was clear that his grief was consuming him. He wasn’t just mourning her; he was mourning his inability to save her from herself. You could see it in his eyes—how every day felt like a failure to him. But what could he have done? What could anyone have done? In the silence of her absence, you started to understand just how fragile everything was. And that truth hurt far more than any single moment of loss.

When you were ten, the world seemed to shatter again. Your father was diagnosed with lung cancer, and in those moments, it felt like a sick, cruel repetition. You remembered his face, drained of color when the doctors gave him the news, and how it changed everything from that point on. You spent the next three years in the sterile, bitter air of hospital rooms, never really knowing if the next visit would be the last. You were too young to process the gravity of what was happening, but you could sense the finality of it. Your father’s strength faded, just as your mother’s had, and there were moments when you could see the same helplessness in his eyes that you’d once seen in hers. The weight of everything was too much for one person to bear.

When you were 13, you lost him too. And suddenly, the house felt like a tomb—empty and silent. There were no more shared meals, no more laughter or soft hums of comfort in the kitchen. There was just the hollow echo of everything you once had, everything you once were.

That loss, that emptiness, stayed with you. You realized then that you couldn’t trust anyone to stay—no one could be relied on forever. People came and went, and with every loss, a piece of you hardened. You couldn’t bear to be close to anyone without the fear of them slipping away. That fear of being abandoned, of having your world shattered once more, was something you couldn’t shake, no matter how hard you tried. You had learned to keep your heart locked away, to guard it fiercely, because if you didn’t, you were afraid it would just keep breaking.

The cold air bit at your skin, pulling you away from those thoughts. The city, once familiar, now seemed colder—lonelier. The darkness crept around you, and each step you took through the quiet streets felt heavier than the last. Your mind raced, the unease growing in the pit of your stomach. It was as if something was watching you, waiting. You quickened your pace until a strange, unnerving sensation crawled up your spine.

A rustle. A footstep.

You turned sharply, only for a hand to clamp over your mouth, yanking you back into an alley. Panic surged through your veins, but you didn’t freeze. You twisted, using the momentum to stomp hard on your attacker’s foot. The grip loosened slightly, just enough for you to elbow them in the ribs and tear-free. You barely made it two steps before another hand grabbed your wrist, firm but non-violent.

“Relax, doc,” a voice purred, cold and smooth, wrapping around you like a snare. “Didn’t think you were the type to get so feisty."

That voice.

You froze, dread crawling up your neck. Slowly, you turned, already knowing who would be there.

Tetsurou.

There he was, leaning lazily against the alley wall as if he owned it, his smirk wide and confident, his eyes gleaming with something that made your stomach twist. He didn’t move, didn’t even flinch as you took him in—the same arrogant posture, the same gleaming golden eyes that always saw too much, always knew more than you did.

“Don’t touch me,” you spat, heart racing, the terror still clinging to your bones. You jerked your arm, trying to pull free from his grasp. His fingers barely tightened, like he was waiting for you to test the limits of your resistance.

“Why are you out here all alone?” His tone was teasing, amused even as if this was some game. “A little reckless, don’t you think?”

 “What the hell do you want?” you shot back, struggling against his grasp. 

He tilted his head, amusement dancing in his eyes. “I don’t want anything, doc. Just trying to look out for you.”  His lips curled into a lazy grin as he released his grip on you. “You’re making it easy for someone else to grab you first.”

“Easy?” you snapped, voice rising with indignation. “You’re the one who grabbed me, you sick—”

He raised a hand, cutting you off, his expression growing more serious, his gaze never leaving you. “Calm down. I’m not here to hurt you.”

The words had no weight, no comfort. You could feel the tension in the air thickening, the pressure of his presence suffocating you.

“Then what?” You demanded.

His eyes glinted. “I want you to consider an offer.” He took a step closer, invading your space without hesitation. “You’re in over your head. You’re out here alone, on your own, with no one to watch your back. Don’t tell me you don’t know what kind of city this is. People like me… we don’t let people like you wander around without knowing what’s at stake.”

The insinuation hit hard. You swallowed thickly, trying to keep the lump in your throat from betraying you. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“I don’t?” He shrugged like it was nothing as if he wasn’t talking about your life, your safety. “You’re struggling, aren’t you?” His voice was suddenly colder, harder. “Money, debts, living in fear, worrying about whether you’ll be able to pay rent next month. I can see it in your eyes, You don’t have to keep scraping by.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “How do you know about that?”

He gave a sly grin, his gaze darkening. “I know more than you think. It’s what I do.” He leaned backward, his eyes gleaming with intent. “I’ve got a proposition for you.”

You furrowed your brow, trying to keep your composure. “A proposition?” you asked, your voice steady, though your stomach churned.

“Mm,” he hummed, a smirk tugging at his lips. Leaning in closer, his presence overwhelming, his voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “A job.”

“A job?” You laughed, but it came out bitter, laced with incredulity. “What are you going to make me do? Sell my soul?”

His eyes gleamed with something darker, more calculating. “Not at all, doc. I need someone like you. You’re a surgical assistant. You know your way around wounds, and injuries—things people like me can’t just go to a hospital for. You’re someone who can keep their mouth shut, knows how to handle people, and isn’t afraid to get their hands dirty.”

You stared at him, heart racing. The weight of his words settled like a stone in your chest. You had no idea whether you should be terrified or intrigued. “People like you?”

His lips curled into a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. “People like me… people who have enemies, who don’t have the luxury of going to a hospital when things go south. I need someone who can keep them alive. Someone with your skills. Think of it as being an underground doctor.”

Your mind spun, your thoughts a blur. The words "underground doctor" echoed in your mind, but nothing seemed to settle. He was asking you to step into a world you knew nothing about—a world full of danger, of things you couldn’t even begin to imagine.

“You want me to patch up criminals,” you said, voice flat, though inside, everything was screaming at you to walk away. “To be your medic.”

He nodded, his expression serious now, the casual arrogance replaced with something more intent, more purposeful. “I’m offering you security. A way out of this shithole you’re living in. A way up. You won’t have to keep looking over your shoulder every damn second. No more locking yourself in at night, hoping nobody’s out there.” His voice dropped to a whisper, and the words hit harder than anything he’d said before. “I’ll give you a place to belong. A place where you’re not just a little lost soul trying to survive. You can have more than that. If you’re smart enough to take it.”

Your mind raced, but you couldn’t shake the sense of déjà vu. Koushi had just told you that you deserved better and that you shouldn’t have to live in fear. And now here was Tetsurou, offering a “solution” that felt more like a trap.

“Were you following me?” The words shot out harsher than you intended before you could stop them.

His smirk widened. “No.” He leaned in a little closer, his breath brushing your ear as he whispered, “I don’t need to follow you to know exactly where you are.”

The words hung in the air, suffocating, pulling at you from all directions. You knew the cost. You knew the price of getting involved with someone like him—someone dangerous, someone whose world you’d never understand. But as you stood there, breath shallow and mind spinning, the thought of running from this decision… the thought of facing another night in that shitty apartment alone… made the offer sound almost too tempting.

“Why would you offer this to me?” you managed, barely able to find your voice.

His presence loomed over you, his breath warm against your skin. “I owe you. You saved my life, the least I can do is offer you a better life in return.”

"You think I’d just jump at your offer?" you shot back, trying to keep the bite in your voice, though you could feel your resolve slipping. He was right about one thing—life was wearing you down.

His grin didn’t fade, but there was a flicker in his eyes like he could sense your hesitation. He straightened up slightly, letting the silence hang between you for a moment, before speaking again, quieter this time.

"Not jump. Just... think about it. There’s a place for you in my world. And for once, you won’t have to keep running."

Your stomach twisted. Running. You weren’t sure what unsettled you more—that he saw straight through you or that he wasn’t wrong.

"I don't need your help," you managed, your voice wavering slightly despite your best efforts to sound sure of yourself.

"That's what they all say," he replied smoothly, his tone almost sympathetic, but his eyes never lost their calculating gleam. "But everyone needs a little help eventually."

You hated that he was right. You hated it more because you could see it: the lifeline he was offering, however twisted, while you were drowning in a sea of uncertainty.

Despite everything you knew about Tetsurou—his cold, calculating demeanor, the dangerous air that clung to him like a second skin—you couldn’t shake this strange, irrational trust in him. It was a crazy thing to feel. He was dangerous, no doubt about it, but there was something about him, something you couldn’t quite place, that made you believe he wouldn’t hurt you. 

Maybe it was the way he looked at you—like he saw through all the walls you built around yourself. Maybe it was the fact that, for a brief moment, you felt like he cared. But that didn’t mean you were willing to dive headfirst into his world. You couldn’t forget the price of that trust. The consequences of even stepping a toe into the world he lived in.

"Think it over," Tetsurou continued, his gaze locked onto yours, unblinking, unwavering. "But this offer’s good for 24 hours. After that, it's off the table."

24 hours. That was all you had. A choice that could change everything. Your heart thundered in your chest. The shadows were closing in, and you could feel the weight of the decision pressing on you, suffocating. The life he offered was dangerous, but the alternative... scraping by in fear, always looking over your shoulder—was just as suffocating.

“I’ll think about it,” you whispered, the words slipping out more like a tentative promise to yourself than anything else.

Tetsurou’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. He seemed pleased with your answer. “Good.” His voice softened, almost too softly. “I’ll find you again.”

And then he was gone, swallowed by the night, leaving you alone with the weight of a decision you weren’t ready to make.

The alley felt colder now, the silence pressing in around you.

Koushi’s voice echoed in your mind, warning you, pleading with you to stay away from him.

You should.

You knew you should.

But you weren’t sure you would.

And that terrified you more than anything.

[babygurl-weeb]

Hello Haikyuu community. Its my first time posting in any platform, but im curious HUHU. Can you please help a girl out.

Have anyone read a story in wattpad about ushijima being a mafia leader whos head over heels to reader and reader being a stripper, they met at a club and ushijima is her regular. Readers father got beef with ushijima at the end i think they killed her father in the end. Got married. Mafia au ang story, shiratorizawa being the king of the whole schools. The author have changed the title at some time thats when i lost it in my library HUHU

So anyone who have read the story. Can you respond to this post HUHU. I am grateful to you. Lovelotss timess to the moon and back

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[i-cant-sing]

What are your thoughts on the yandere haikyuu teams x their manager?

Boring. I need some spice in it. How about-

Yandere Daichi as a cop and his darling is a civilian and now he's so obsessed with her that he murders her husband, frames him as a criminal and will literally stop at nothing to get darling in his arms because again... who will suspect good old, everybody's best bud COP Daichi to be able to do heinous crimes???

Yandere Sugawara as a psychiatrist because come on- he gives major "master manipulator" vibes and now he's obsessed with his darling patient and will continue to do malpractice and gaslight her and prescribe her all the wrong meds until she loses it and he gets to admit it her under his "special care" and now he can play with her mind all day long🤍

Yandere Oikawa is now a pro volleyball athlete and he just saw Ushijima's little sis, the same one he used to bully and even rejected (and ofc, HUMILIATED) when she confessed to him back in highschool. But now Oikawa's obsessed with her and also still hates his nemesis Ushijima, so what's better than killing two birds with one stone??? And Oikawa still has a very devoted fanclub, only now it's larger and more powerful than ever so now he uses them and his socials to peer pressure you into dating him and eventually, marrying him because he ain't getting any younger honey and he needs some cute babies out of you ASAP.

Yandere Kuroo who is the smart IT tech guy at your office but in reality, he has his own cyber security company that he uses to spy on you, controls your entire life through your socials and don't even get me started on your online banking shit. If its any consolation, he's very rich so... yeah. He may not look like a million bucks, but he does have them. In several offshore accounts.

Yandere Kita who somehow ended up as a mafia leader, probably inherited it as family business and he has like severe OCD so he wants everything done to perfection or so help you, you will 1000% end up 6 feet under. Mafia Kita who has this vision of you being the perfect wife, solely based om the one time you offered him your handkerchiefs because he had a nosebleed from stressing too much and now Kita thinks you're an absolute angel and he wont let you destroy that fantasy of his. Seriously. He will pick out your outfits, tell you how to act and all, punish you if he must, but he does love you.

Yandere Ushijima who is a farmer and has decided that the reader whose car broke down and came to his door asking for help, will now be his wife and be a countryside mom to many kids (u can't say no, okay? He wants a big family) and animals! But hey, he's a very caring husband and will massage your feet, give you baths and feed you his homegrown veggies and meals daily once you are round with his babies🥺

Yandere Bokuto who is now a popular politician and he needs an obedient wife to keep up appearances and play the "family man" image up. So he decides to threaten reader who had a one night stand with him, and Bokuto somehow has very intimate images and videos of you and he uses them to get you to marry him. And now he controls every aspect of your life and tells you to do exactly as he says, and he abuses this privilege more as he gets more powerful and you could only imagine the horrors he would inflict on you if he does actually win elections, but you can't run away because again- he has eyes and contacts everywhere.

[ambrosialdesire]

Who are your fav writers on here? Any fic recs?

okay buckle up because i have a lot of fic recs LMAO there's some that i'm not technically in the fandom as of now but i still thoroughly enjoyed the read.

most of my fav writers on tumblr are the ones i follow but i'll still list them cause im pretty sure my following is hidden lol (please go and support them as well!! they're all amazing i stg)

none of these are ordered on favoritism, i'm just listing them as i find them. plus i included brief descriptions in each fic i recommend lol, lmk if none of the links are working or if they are accidentally labeled wrong. THIS SHIT TOOK FOREVER TO FORMAT LMAO

i'll probably constantly update this whenever i read something good or when i find another great writer as well that i want to mention <3

18+ DARK CONTENT BELOW, MINORS AND BLANK BLOGS DNI

LAST UPDATED: 12-08-2024

favorite writers

yandere-daydreams - love their fic imagines, multifandom and has original fics jackrrabbit - amazing multifandom writer, ik she hasn't updated in a hot min but her fics are so good seijorhi - multifandom, mainly haikyuu, jjk & tokyo revengers (though i'm personally not a fan of tokrev, i still want to acknowledge that she also writes for this fandom!) throwaway-yandere - their alhaitham fics are 🤌🤌, one of my favorite genshin writers and their art is so good! bunnykawa - she doesn't have much fics posted but she's another great haikyuu writer!! rocorambles - multifandom writer but i mostly indulge in their haikyuu fics remember-to-be-gentle - multifandom & original fic writer rotworld - original fic writer, love the amount of details and lore that they put into their writing

recommended fics

fanatic by jackrrabbit - oikawa x reader; oikawa using a devoted fan to relieve his stress (yandere/dark content)

clean by jackrrabbit - sakusa x reader; little shower session thinking about you (not dark content)

unprofessional by jackrrabbit - tendou x reader; training the new hire is more difficult than you thought, hm he's kinda familiar (yandere/dark content)

bloodlust by jackrrabbit - sanemi x reader; demon reader getting some action from the wind hashira (yandere/dark content)

canine by jackrrabbit - sesshomaru x reader; sesshomaru using the only alive geisha to forget about his issues (yandere/dark content)

a helping hand (or two) by hoe-imaginess - dabi x reader; dabi gets hit with an aphrodisiac quirk and has you take care of it (not dark content)

intertwined by yanlovex3 - hawks x reader; bully hawks being obsessed with you (yandere/dark content)

interchangeable by yanlovex3 - hawks x reader; a softer what if version to intertwined, had me falling to my knees fr (not dark content)

invidia by seijorhi - kuroo x reader; dilf kuroo being a little too interested in his son's gf (yandere/dark content)

outrunning fate by seijorhi - tendou x reader x ushijima; having two soulmates is controversial but they don't care (yandere/dark content)

rabid by seijorhi - kyoutani x reader; assumingly mafia au, kyoutani wants all of you (yandere/dark content)

hungry by bunnykawa - osamu x reader; you're the one obsessed with osamu but he's not taking it kindly or is he? (yandere/dark content)

i'm better than you! by bunnykawa - oikawa x reader; ex oikawa proving a point that he's better than your current bf (yandere/dark content)

delusional fool by solarisensun - bokuto x reader; bokuto has a big ol crush that you don't reciprocate but that's okay, he'll change your mind (yandere/dark content)

good boy by solarisensun - kageyama x reader; though you're his owner, kageyama more or less owns you (yandere/dark content)

house of cards by ddarker-dreams - albedo x reader; being a researcher yourself means you seek out others for their guidance, shame that this exchange only results in you being bred (yandere/dark content)

sweet dreams by ddarker-dreams - xiao x reader; a little sleepy indulgence doesn't hurt, right? (yandere/dark content)

crystalline heart by ddarker-dreams - scaramouche x reader; respect should be given to the harbingers but why should you respect him? (yandere/dark content)

consequence series by archonanqi - zhongli x reader; you wanted to leave teyvat as you had finally found your brother but a little contract said otherwise, ONE OF MY TOP FAVS ITS SO DAMN GOOD (yandere/dark content)

hatefully yours by merakiui - saramouche x reader; a little hate-f*cking session (yandere/dark content)

what is love? by rocorambles - gojo x reader; you're the apple of his eye, doesn't matter if you're taken (yandere/dark content)

selkie by rotworld - oc x reader; this particular selkie wants you to take his pelt so he can belong to you forever (yandere/dark content)

see you again soon by remember-to-be-gentle - toji x reader; finding a werewolf fighting ring is the juiciest story you got but meeting with the ring's top fighter for insight is better (yandere/dark content)

twice bitten by remember-to-be-gentle - miguel o'hara x reader; being bitten by a radioactive spider wasn't in your plans, neither was getting chased by the scariest spiderperson you've met (yandere/dark content)

why? by toxicbiimbo - kaeya x reader; murders are happening around the city and you put it on yourself as a knight to investigate the crimes, not knowing that the very killer was closer than you expected (yandere/dark content)

loving you keeps me alive by j0succ - dainsleif x reader; the home you bought has a permanent guest but he doesn't mind you at all (yandere/dark content)

customer satisfaction by wttcsms - oikawa x reader; giving beverages to golfers pays strangely well (yandere/dark content)

his new wife series by prelovednikaidou - toji x reader; being toji's new wife and megumi's step-mom is a tiring cycle, I LITERALLY WAS BAWLING OVER THIS LIKE FULL ON SOBBING IVE NEVER BEEN SO DEVASTATED OVER A SHORT SERIES (not dark content)

don't say it's unholy by dollwritearchives - reiner x reader; he'd do anything for you despite how much you hate his eldian blood (yandere/dark content)

the tiniest notion by titan-fodder - reiner x reader; reiner's new step-mom turned into his biggest comfort (not yandere/dark content)

marine blue by iwaasfairy - iwaizumi x reader; a strange creature comes up to you from the ocean (yandere/dark content)

subject raptor by tainted-wine - hawks x reader; becoming close to one of the first hero-turned-nomus was something you never thought was possible in your line of work (yandere/dark content)

bon appetite by theblanketofugly - sukuna x reader; sukuna figures out what he feels towards you, even if he's your biggest bully (yandere/dark content)

not your baby by itoshifc - oliver x reader; omega x omega, oliver intentionally fucking with the reader to make her his, i've never seen or anything abt blue lock but i ATE this up (yandere/dark content)

just friends series by kneelingshadowsalome - könig wants you and you don't know if you could reciprocate his feelings back like that... or can you? (yandere/dark content)

all that glitters by blindmagdalena - homelander x reader; being the sacrificial lamb for the draconic god is not easy, but how else were you going to bring an end to the bloodshed? (yandere/dark content)

my babysitter turned into a dog?! by gojo-mochi - kenjaku x reader; you were supposed to watch little yuuji, but ended up meeting his father instead (yandere/dark content)

#wanna play psycho killer? by screampied - toji x reader; ghostface notices that you like the get-up a little too much (not yandere/dark content)

#the party and the afterparty by screampied - geto x reader; your stripper for the night is kinda hot (not yandere/dark content)

#rent-a-dilf! by screampied - toji x reader; playing a silly little game until the character actually comes to life (not yandere/dark content)

the tiger and his milk! by sukunasweetheart - sukuna x reader; your tiger hybrid neighbor wants a little taste of your milk (not yandere/dark content)

[hearts4aailyah]

🖇️. YANDERE USHIJIMA X FEMALE!READER

I want to go home.

I don't wanna be here.

It's exactly have been one year and 27 days since I've been kidnapped and taken away from my future fiancé and my family. I tried escaping, four times to be exact but I never turned out well.

The even harder reason to escape was because Ushijima was apart of a Mafia with multiple bodyguards around this huge mansion.

I had a hunch that Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi, and Kageyama Tobio We're also apart of the mafia who live here. Along with maybe Kenma, Kuroo, Bokuto, and Akaashi.

The third time I attempted to escape, Ushijima's guards caught me and Ushijima came up to me and said.

"Try to escape again, I will kill somebody close to you. And we wouldn't want that now and we?"

He threatened and walked away as his guards took me back to my room.

That bastard was bluffing.

Two more weeks go by, I had made another attempt to escape this time, I'm going out my  window. There was multiple locks on it but I was somehow able to break it off.

Just went I was about to climb out, I felt somebody grabbed my hair. I let out a small yelped as I felt somebody pulling me back.

"What did I tell you what would fucking happen the next time you would try and escape?"

I gasped as Ushijima grip got harder, he was stronger than me after all.

"N-no...you don't u-understand. I was...I was getting fresh air."

Ushijima got closer and whispered in my ear.

"Bullshit Y/n. I know you don't love me but sooner or later you WILL love me."

Ushijima let go of my hair and grabbed me by wrist and dragged me down the stairs into the dark and badly smell basement.

"W-why..."

Ushijima turned on the light, to reveal one of my

closest friend I've known for 17 years: Hinata shoyo. He was tided up in the corner blindfolded and a gag in his mouth.

"S-shoyo..."

Hinata looked up at me, his eyes were covered but I could tell he was scared. Hinata was shaking, a few cuts on his legs.

"What did you do to him..."

"I didn't do anything...yet. Beside this is your fault. I told you next time you try to escape, I would kill somebody. I knew sooner or later you would try to make another failed attempt at escape..."

I gulped, my hands now starting to shake.

"W-Wakatoshi....you don't have to do this. Come on, Hinata has nothing to d-do with this. Leave him out of this, you can punish me all you want! I-I'll obey.."

I stuttered through my words as tears slowly start slipping out of my eyes.

Ushijima stared at me with me with his blank emotion.

"I gave you multiple warnings. Yet you continue to disobey, and go against my rules-"

"THAN I'LL STARTS OBEYING YOU" I yelled out.

"Please Wakatoshi, don't kill him." I whispered.

My head fell down in shame as I'm the reason why Hinata was down here in the basement while there's a 50% chance that they he may or may not die depending on Ushijima's mood.

"Hm. I guess I could spare him."

I looked up as Ushijima.

"Y-you will?"

"Yes, next time you try to escape, something much worst with happen got it?"

I gulped as I shook my head yes. Ushijima called his guards to take Hinata out of the ropes and removed the blindfolded and gag.

"Y/n..." Hinata whispers

"S-Sho..." I sighed as I looked at the bruises and cuts on his legs.

"Since hinata, knows I was responsible for him being here...he's going have to stay here." Ushijima says

"W-what?!" Hinata stuttered.

"You staying here would be better then me killing you isn't it Hinata? Anyways...You'll be in the care of Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, and Kageyama. They would love for you to be their pet."

Hinata gulps, as the guards walked him out of basement, probably taking him to Tsukishima's, Kageyama, and Yamaguchi's room.

Ushijima's grabs my hand and walks the both of us to Ushijima's huge bedroom. Ushijima's locked the door and looked over at me.

Ushijima's sat on the edge of the bed, he motioned for me to come over where he was at.

My throat went dry as I walked over to where he was sitting, standing in front of him.

"Get on your hands and knees."

I gulped as i obeyed what he said. I didn't want this but do I really want to go against him and risk one of my friends or one of my family members dying?

"Unzip my pants and start sucking."

As I said...I don't want this.

But...

What choice do I really have?

[yanderecrazysie]

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Suna x Escaping! Reader

Vampire! Oikawa x Reader

Free! Cockblock headcanons

Haikyuu reaction to runaway reader coming back on her own hcs

Kita Yandere Alphabet

Haikyuu taking out their loss on reader Hcs

Leona x Cuteness Aggression! Reader

Osamu x Reader who is dating Atsumu

Mafia Boss! Kuroo x Detective! Reader

Shuichi NSFW Alphabet

Jade vs Floyd x Reader

Frat President! Oikawa x College Freshman! Reader

Is It a Crime Part 3

Stalker! Yamaguchi x Reader

Floyd x Reader NSFW

Sakusa x Germaphobe! Reader

Possessive! Dabi x Reader

Hikaru x Reader x slight! rest of the club

Kageyama Yandere Alphabet

Kenma x Reader who looks like a video game character

Werewolf! Kageyama x Reader

Nagisa x Framed! Reader

Danganronpa Protags with Ultimate Actress! Reader Hcs

Deny Part 2

Rin x Reader that is afraid of water

Korekiyo x Comic Artist! Chubby! Reader

Nagito x Therapist! Reader

Ultimate Imposter/Twogami NSFW Yandere Profile

Kuroo and Bokuto x Chubby! Reader

Naga! Jamil x Reader NSFW

Sengoku Period! Japan x Black! Foreigner! Reader HCs

Villain! Deku x Maid! Reader

Despair! Nagito x Resisted! Reader

Iwaizumi NSFW Alphabet

Reiner and Jean x Reader

Dead Serious Part 2 NSFW

Firefighter! Nishinoya x Reader

[sugarlywhispers]

i'm in between writing a mha bakugou!mafia au and a haikyuu bokuto x reader x akashi angst

i'm not okay...🙃

[snowdropluck204]

Masterlist:

Key: Fluff ^ Angst * GN Reader # Fem Reader /

Please note that as far as I'm aware, all my headcanons ARE gender neutral, whereas my oneshots and series will most likely be female readers. (If there are gendered terms in my headcanons, please let me know so I can fix it!) _________________________

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid x Fem! Streamer! Reader

(Spencer reacts to his girlfriend playing and streaming various games!)

PT 1 Stardew Valley PT 2 Pumpkin Panic

A Date With Death (Spencer Reid x Fem! Unsub! Reader)

PT 1 PT 2

Magnetic Force (Spencer Reid x Fem! Genius! Reader)

PT 1

Spencer Reid Headcanons (Separate Masterlist)

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X-Men

Never The Outcast - Peter Maximoff x reader

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Hazbin Hotel

How They React to You Being Powerful (And a bit InSanE) #^

(Alastor, Angel Dust, Husker, Lucifer)

How You React to Angel Dust Speaking Italian ^#

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Harry Potter Characters

Second Chances ^*/ (Mattheo Riddle x Fem! Reader)

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Hogwarts Legacy

If You Let Me ^*/ (Sebastian Sallow x Fem! Reader)

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Stranger Things

Honey ^/ (Steve Harrington x Single Mother! Reader)

PT 1 PT 2

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Riverdale

Sweetness ^/* (Sweet Pea x Fem! Reader)

PT 1

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BNHA (Headcanons)

Comforting Their SO ^#

PT 1 (Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)

How Your Relationship Started ^#

PT 1 (Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)

How They React to Their SO Getting Sick ^#

PT 1 (Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)

How They React to Their SO Getting Stalked ^*#

PT 1 (Sero, Shinsou, Tokoyami, Shigaraki)

PT 2 (Bakugou, Kirishima, Midoriya, Aizawa, Keigo)

PT 3 (Kurogiri, Dabi, Toga)

How They Would React to an SO Taller/Shorter Than Them ^#

PT 1 (Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)

How You Two Would Sleep ^#

PT 1 (Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)

PT 2 (Hawks, Eraser Head, Fatgum, Mirko, Midnight, Present Mic)

Their SO Comforts Them ^*#

PT 1 (Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)

Yandere Headcanons *#

PT 1 (Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)

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BNHA (Series)

You're My Prize (Shoto Todoroki x Mafia! Fem! Reader) ^*/

PT 1 PT 2 PT 3

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Haikyuu!! (Headcanons)

How You Two Sleep ^#

PT 1 - Captains (Daichi, Kuroo, Oikawa, Bokuto, Kita, Ushijima)

Pick Up Lines They Use On You ^#

PT 1 - Captains (Daichi, Kuroo, Oikawa, Bokuto, Kita, Ushijima)

When They Want Affection ^#

PT 1 - Setters (Oikawa, Atsumu, Kenma, Kageyama, Akaashi)

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Teen Wolf (Series)

Beware the Spirits of the Vengeful ^*/

PT 1 PT 2 PT 3 PT 4 PT 5 (Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey)

Balloons (Stiles Stilinski x Reader) ^*/

PT 1

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[ao3feed-iwaoi]

Happy Days

Read this masterpiece on AO3 at https://ift.tt/e8R09Dg

by noliferr

In the bustling city of Tokyo, the mafia rules the underworld. Lurking in the shadows, they fight each other and many other forces... One day, the sister of Oikawa Tooru, Ren finds herself in the middle of the dangerous business. On the other hand, her brother's girlfriend Kuzuryu Inma seems to be working on something on the background... So I wrote this for my best friend! I decided to upload it to here. The real protagonist is Ren, but this is as much about the other cheracters as about her. Kind of. The two self-inserts (Ren- my friend, Inma - me) can be read from the readers perspective, so you have some "options" if you want to read it as an x reader. If you don't enjoy x readers, self inserts, I tried to write about the boys too. I hope you enjoy it!

Words: 18447, Chapters: 9/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply, Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru, Oikawa Tooru's Family, Oikawa Tooru's Sister, Miya Atsumu, Miya Osamu, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Suna Rintarou, Kita Shinsuke, Kuroo Tetsurou, Kozume Kenma, Haiba Lev, Yaku Morisuke, Tsukishima Kei, Tsukishima Akiteru, Kyoutani Kentarou, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Tanaka Saeko, Shimizu Kiyoko, Tendou Satori, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Azumane Asahi, Terushima Yuuji, Akaashi Keiji, Sugawara Koushi, Sawamura Daichi, Yachi Hitoka, Hinata Natsu, Semi Eita, Goshiki Tsutomu

Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime & Oikawa Tooru, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi, Miya Osamu/Suna Rintarou, Kuroo Tetsurou/Reader, Oikawa Tooru/Reader, Ushijima Wakatoshi/Reader

Additional Tags: Self-Insert, Organized Crime, Murder, Haikyuu!! Time Skip, Onigiri Miya Shop (Haikyuu!!), Angst, Fluff and Angst, Smut, Help, For a Friend, Funny, What Have I Done, What Was I Thinking?, Gun Violence, Rape/Non-con Elements, Blood and Violence, Sexual Violence, Past Child Abuse, Bad Jokes, Song Lyrics, Triggers, Blood, Brutal Murder, Suicide Attempt, Suicide Notes, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Self-Harm, Drug Use, Drugs, Drug Addiction, Rehabilitation, Psychologists & Psychiatrists, psychiatric hospital, Break Up, Suicidal Thoughts

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/e8R09Dg

[moons-and-stars-and-shit]

Okayyyy so here’s what I’m Thinking. Bokuto was well known in Tokyo and everyone knew not to mess with him. He met reader at a book shop she worked at. He found her very interesting. The reader is a bit shy. They became friends and started liking each other. She didn’t know that he was in the maifa until she saw him kill someone. He then tired to tell her it’s not what it looked like but reader was afriad of him and ran home. She avoided him for weeks until he showed up at her door with flowers and a bunch of gifts and begged her to talk. - 🍒

𝙼𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊! 𝙱𝚘𝚔𝚞𝚝𝚘 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙲𝚆: 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛/𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑, 𝙶𝚞𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2.5

Oh god

It was moments like these where you wish you could just travel back in time...or at the very least erase your memory...but life won't give you those options, so the only option you have now is to run.

6 Months Ago…

"Ah yes there's nothing quite like this" you thought to yourself flipping to the next page of your favorite book. You really loved working in the local bookshop. Your friends would always joke around how it fitted your “aesthetic” so well. Not that you could disagree though, you couldn't deny that you loved evenings like these, where the rain was pouring outside while you were inside the building reading a book. The faint smell of coffee from the coffee shop next door being the cherry on top to this little vibe you had going on. “Y/n! Do you think you could close up shop for me? I gotta go pick up my brother from practice before this rain gets too crazy". You were brought back into reality by your co-workers request. “Oh for sure! Go ahead.i'll take care of it” you said putting down your book. She thanked you before grabbing her coat and heading outside. You looked up at the clock making a mental note to start closing up in about 20 minutes. Suddenly your train of thought was interrupted by the shop's door opening, causing the little bell on top to jingle. Thinking it was your co-worker you turned around to ask what she had forgotten only to be face to face with a man.

Uhm...Hey! Do you mind if i stay here until this storm dies down?” the male asked you. Giving him a quick look up and down you took notice just how drenched he was, from his grey and black hair dripping and sticking to his face, to his clothes that might as well have been dunked in water with how wet they have gotten. “O-Oh of course! Please come in'' you stuttered after realizing you had been staring at him just a second too long. You quickly ran to the back to grab the blanket you and your co-worker use whenever it gets too cold in the store. Running back to the front you hand the mystery man the blanket. “This won't do much for the clothes but maybe you can at least get your hair dry” you say as he takes the blanket. “Thank You so much!” he said beaming. There was a bit of awkward silence as he dried his hair off, but the silence was broken when he handed you back the blanket. “You're not much of a talker are you?” he said with a light chuckle. He made his way over to one of the reading chars and took a seat, motioning for you to do the same. “Yeah uh...sorry I'm a bit shy! Especially around strangers who just happen to walk into my bookshop” you said making your way to sit next to him. Once you had sat down he looked at you with shining eyes and a oh so bright smile “Well if that's the problem” he said holding his hand out to you ”I'm Bokuto Koutarou!”. You laughed a little at his enthusiasm before grabbing his hand “Well Bokuto, it's nice to meet you, I'm Y/n”

That night was the first of many that you'd be spending with Bokuto, in fact after that night he had become a frequent customer at the bookshop, always coming at the later hours, and always keeping you company whenever you started closing up. Hell he's even taken you out for drinks a couple times after your shift. You have never been one to trust strangers, let alone become good friends with them but shockingly enough, you felt rather comfortable around this strange man. Maybe it was his bright personality, or the way his eyes seemed to sparkle wherever he laid them on you, or even the way that his laugh caused a giggle or two to escape from your own lips. Either way you liked this Bokuto Koutarou, and if only you knew how much Bokuto liked you as well. Lucky both of your feelings would come to light on a night similar to the night Bokuto magically waltzed into your life...

Here you both were, sitting on the very same chairs you had introduced yourselves in. Only this time, you were both reading your respective books. However this peace was soon interrupted by a whiny Bokuto. “Y/nnnn I'm so boredddd” Bokuto said slamming his book shut. You put your bookmark in your book before closing it and looking at his puppy dog eyes ``Y'know for someone who comes into a bookshop so often, you're not that interested in books are you?” you told him with a smirk. “Hey! I'm smart enough without the help of your stinky books'' he said tapping the book against your head.. You grabbed the book from his hands and stuck your tongue out, watching as he plopped back on his self proclaimed “personal reading chair”. “Besides, I only ever really come to this shop to spend time with you”. You blushed at his small comment but not wanting your feelings to get the best of you quite yet, you decided to “test” these waters you were trending in. “What? You got a crush on me or something?” you said giving him a playful nudge. Now it was his turn to blush. It was silent for a beat to long and you were about to take back what you had just said, but you were quickly cut of when Bokuto took your hand, looked you dead in your eyes with a look that sent shivers down your spine “Would you hate me if I did?” he asked you in a soft tone, almost like a child admitting they broke something to their parent, a big contrast from his usual loud and confident voice. Instead of responding you simply squeezed his hand and cupped his face with the other “I would never hate you, especially if i feel the same way about you” Not being able to hold back anymore he simply grabbed your face and pulled you in for a soft but passionate kiss.pulling away he looked at you with all the love in the world “Y/n, I really want to be with you, but… there's a part of my life that you've never seen and I don't want to lose you over that” he told you, his eyes beginning to gloss over. Still pretty confused about what he was talking about you only took his face in your hand once more “Kou I will love you no matter what. Even your ugly parts”. Bokuto pulled you into a hug, trying to hide the tears that were falling freely from his eyes now. “Y-You promise?”

“I Promise”

Present Day

Thinking about that night still caused butterflies to flutter in your stomach. But now as you were running towards your apartment as if you were running from the grim reaper himself you couldn't ignore the feeling of dread that was sitting next to those butterflies. Had you really just seen that? Did you really just see your loving goofball of a boyfriend kill someone? It was supposed to be a normal night. You had closed the shop and were beginning to walk back home when you saw familiar spiky hair across the road. Curiosity had got the best of you, so… you decided to investigate. What you didn't expect to see was your boyfriend holding a gun to a man's head. It had all happened so fast first the crack of the gun, then your scream, then Bokuto's horrified expression as he turned and saw you standing there with your hand over your mouth. Before Bokuto could even try to explain what he had done, you ran. You ran away as if he was going to point the gun at you next.

Finally. Finally you were safe in your apartment. Your lungs felt like they were on fire, and your legs felt like absolute jelly. All you could do was collapse to the floor and break down crying. The scene from earlier replaying over and over in your head, causing you to get even more hysterical. Suddenly your phone started buzzing. You picked it up, as if you didn't already know who it was calling. The image of your boyfriend's face appeared on your screen, he looked nothing like the man who you had just seen commit that heinous deed. Suddenly anger took over your senses and you threw your phone across the room, returning to your fetal position to cry all your emotions out, eventually crying yourself to sleep

When you had finally awoken the sun was rising and the birds outside were singing their spring songs. You pulled yourself off of the floor before making your way to your phone across the room. "Damn it" you thought. Of course you had cracked your screen. Turning the phone on you was bombarded by hundreds of missed calls and text messages from your boyfriend. Could you even call him that any more? Would you really look at the man you saw kill and call him your boyfriend? Opting not to answer any of his messages or return any of his calls, you blocked him and went to go make you some tea, hoping to calm your still frazzled nerves”

The next few days were pretty quiet you hadn't even dared to leave your apartment, let alone even show up at work. You had called out telling your co-worker that you came down with a terrible cold and wouldn't be in for a couple of days. Sitting alone in your apartment during this time really gave you time to think about the events you had witnessed that night. Is this what Bokuto was talking about that night he confessed to you? Is this what he was afraid of losing you over? you couldn't really blame him if it was. But still, he could have at least warned you about this part of his life, or at the very least act like he was a cold blooded killer! You still couldn't bring yourself to think that the man you had cuddled in bed with, the man you had taken walks in the park with, the very man who opted to release a spider instead of killing it, would actually have it in him to kill an actual person. Suddenly your thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. Still a little on edge you jumped at the sudden sound before that familiar sense of dread flooded your stomach. “Well gotta face the music some time” you breathed out slowly walking towards the door.

When you had opened the door you were practically tackled into a hug by a very hysterical Bokuto. You froze at the sudden contact “How could a man hug you with the very same hands he took someone's life with?" You thought as you gently pushed him off you. “Y/n I know I'm probably the last person you want to see right now but-” he was interrupted when you raised your hand. “You have 10 minutes to explain yourself then you either need to leave, or I'm calling the cops” you told him motioning for him to come inside. Bokuto practically jumped at the opportunity to finally explain himself to you and hopefully make you understand why he did what he did.

Each of you took a seat at your dining table. It was time for you to get answers... “Ok for starters, why are you here?” you started staring at him coldly. “Well you weren't answering any of my calls or texts and whenever I stopped by the bookshop you were never there, so I got worried” he replied fiddling with his thumbs. You slowly nodded at his answer. “So are you gonna tell me what the hell happened that night or are you just gonna sit there” you spat at him almost angrily. He flinched at your words before taking a deep breath “Well what did you see?” he asked. That was it for you. You slammed your hands on the table, not able to control your anger any more. “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN WHAT DID I SEE?!?!? I SAW YOU FUCKING KILL SOMEONE KOUTAROU!!” you screamed at him standing up from your seat.”I DID IT TO PROTECT YOU!” he shouted back at you, throwing his hands up in the air. You both stared at each other in teary silence. “Y/n please let me explain… then you can hate me or kick me out i don't care! Just please…” you huffed before sitting back down, doing your best to hold back your own tears. “Ok” he said, trying to find a way to tell you everything “My family has always been a part of the mafia” he started, “When I turned 18 it was time for me to “take over” the family business” your mouth fell open, since he was 18? He's been doing this since he was 18? “When I first met you, I never ever wanted to tell you how much you meant to me because I never wanted you to find out about this part of my life, or even worse...I never wanted this part of my life to find out about you” he continued. You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion. “What do you mean “find out about me”” you asked him. “I mean, that if my rivals found out about you and I, they would start to come after you”. Your eyes widened at this. “S-so that guy you shot-” “was trying to kill you” he said finishing off your sentence. He then looked up at you, visible tears in his eyes. “I'm so sorry Y/n I never wanted to put you in any sort of danger but-” you had cut him off when you smashed your lips against his. All this time you had thought he killed that man out of cold blood. Not once did you even consider he was doing it for you. He kissed you back before pulling you into the tightest hug. “Y-your not mad?” he blubbered out. “Not anymore,” you said, smiling at him. “ I just wish you would have told me,” you said. “But I didn't want to lose you…” he whispered in your ear. One last time, you took his face into both of your hands. “Bokuto Koutarou I love you” you said, letting the tears fall from your eyes. He laughed a soft laugh “even the ugly parts?” he asked you

“Even the ugly parts”

[xlettex]

Deception || tetsurou kuroo Yakuza AU - Chapter Four

From the moment you looked into his eyes, you knew—he was nothing but trouble. Everyone warned you. Stay away from him. Don’t get involved. But you never listened. Tetsurou Kuroo, better known as Kurai, is the infamous yakuza boss of Japan. Just mentioning his name is enough to send shivers down spines and silence conversations in dimly lit alleyways. He is a force of nature—deceitful, ruthless, and dangerously unpredictable. A man who bends the world to his will, leaving chaos in his wake. And yet, to you… he is irresistible. You crave him — his touch, his warmth, the way he sets your skin on fire with just a glance. He makes you feel invincible like you can take on the world. But loving him is a double-edged sword. Because just as he lifts you up, he destroys you.

pairing - tetsurou kuroo x reader genre - action romance, crime romance, dark romance, erotica/smut rating - 18+ MINORS DNI chapter word count - 5.5k content warning - violence, drugs and alcohol, illegal activities, sexual content, angst. see each chapter for specific warnings.

Authors Note - This fanfic is inspired by the amazing fanart of the tetsurou kuroo mafia au (found image on pinterest, help me find the artist - I want to credit them). Disclaimer- This is a work of fiction, I do not condone the act of illegal activities, violence, or romanticization of the yakuza. Read at your own risk.

chapter three <- chapter four -> chapter five

✯ chapter-specific warnings -smoking, alcohol, reference to drugs, violence, implied threats, illegal activity, depression, references to death & loss, manipulation, coercion, stalking & surveillance ✯

Kuroo had made a mistake.

Not the kind that got people killed—not yet, anyway—but the kind that stayed, coiling around his thoughts like smoke, refusing to clear. He hadn't meant to offer you anything.

It hadn’t been part of the plan. Hell, there was no plan. You weren’t supposed to matter. He should’ve just given you a generous payout and called it even, letting you fade into the background of his memory, just another face in a city full of millions.

Yet here he was, standing on the balcony of his penthouse, the cold night air biting at his skin, cigarette smoldering between his fingers, and—no. He wasn’t thinking about you. Not really.

He was thinking about loose ends. About mistakes. That’s all this was. You weren’t supposed to be anything more than a fleeting thought. An oddity. Something he’d eventually forget.

He flicked the ashes over the balcony railing, watching them disappear into the darkness below. His fingers curled round the glass of whiskey beside him, and he took a sip. It should have burned when he swallowed, but it didn’t. Despite his best efforts, his mind kept drifting, back to that alleyway. Back to you.

At first, he told himself it was curiosity. Nothing more. But then he saw you—alone, vulnerable, scraping by in a city that would chew you up and spit you out—and something in him shifted. He didn’t like that feeling. He shouldn’t have opened that door.

But he had.

And Kuroo never let go of what was his.

Thirteen hours

That’s all you had left.

The steady beeping of monitors, the low murmur of voices, the shuffle of hurried footsteps against the tile. Sounds that should have anchored you, pulled you back into the reality of your work. Instead, they blurred together, a constant buzz at the edge of your consciousness.

You weren’t thinking about him.

You weren’t.

You were thinking about your shift, about the patient in Room 307 who needed their bandages changed, about how you hadn’t eaten since this morning—

"I’ll give you a place to belong."

Your fingers tightened around the clipboard. Stop.

 It wasn’t an offer. Not really. It was manipulation, wasn’t it? A setup. A game you hadn’t agreed to play. 

You clenched your jaw, shaking the thought away, forcing yourself to focus on the clipboard in your hands. You were being ridiculous. It was just an offer. You had been offered jobs before. Granted, none were from people with smug smirks and promises that felt more like traps.

You should have laughed in his face. Should have walked away. But you hadn’t. Because you had hesitated. And that was what scared you the most.

A chill crawled down your spine as you scrawled something on the chart, barely aware of what you were writing. Why were you even thinking about this? Why were you still letting his words get to you?

"Are you even listening?"

The sharp voice snapped you back to reality, and you flinched, blinking up at Shirabu, who stood in front of you with his arms crossed, eyes filled with thinly veiled irritation.

Shit.

The clipboard in your hands suddenly felt heavier, like it was condemning you for not paying attention.

“I—yeah, sorry,” you said quickly, straightening. “What did you say?”

Shirabu exhaled sharply through his nose, pinching the bridge of it like you were giving him an actual headache. “I said if you’re going to zone out on the job, at least don’t do it in front of the interns. You’re setting a bad example.”

Heat rose to your cheeks, shame prickling at the back of your neck like needles. “I wasn’t zoning out,” you lied, forcing yourself to meet his stare.

Shirabu gave you a flat, unimpressed look. “Oh? Then explain why you just marked a patient with a broken wrist as needing an appendectomy.”

Your stomach dropped. Your hands moved before your brain caught up, flipping the clipboard around, and scanning the notes. And sure enough, you had scribbled the wrong notes without even realizing it.

Shit. Shit.

A cold sweat crept down your spine. You never made mistakes like this.

Shirabu didn’t say anything for a long moment, just watching you with that same clinical expression, like he was waiting to see if you’d crack. Finally, he sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. “Fix it,” he muttered. “And whatever’s going on in your head? Get it together. We don’t have the room for screw-ups.”

You nodded quickly, biting the inside of your cheek as he walked away. As soon as he was gone, you let out a slow, shaky breath, pressing your fingers to your temple. You needed to pull it together. This wasn’t you. You didn’t get distracted like this. You didn’t lose focus.

But Tetsurou and his damn offer kept replaying in your mind, his words repeating like a whisper that dug deeper, embedding itself in your thoughts.

And now, you were questioning everything. Your job. Your sanity. Your whole life. It was like the world had shifted on its axis, leaving you unbalanced, floating between decisions you weren’t ready to make.

With each passing minute, uneasiness crawled under your skin, settling in your chest like a knot you couldn’t untangle. You weren’t so sure anymore. About your choices. About your future. The walls around you, once solid and dependable, were starting to crumble, and the idea of what might come next—the unknown—was both enticing and terrifying.

It was becoming clearer—if you didn’t get a grip soon, you weren’t just risking your job. You were risking everything you’d worked for, everything you thought you were in control of.

Nine hours.

That was all he had left before your decision would either seal your fate—or destroy the fragile offer he’d extended. He had never been a man to let things linger, but for some reason, this felt different. He couldn’t shake its weight, the pressure building inside him tightening like a vice around his chest.

Kuroo sat in his office, staring at the half-empty bottle of scotch in his hand, the amber liquid swaying gently as he rotated it. The alcohol doing little to numb the thoughts that kept creeping in—the thoughts of you. You weren’t supposed to matter, and yet here he was again, unable to stop himself from thinking about you.

Nine hours. 

He tried to push it aside, but that number kept echoing in his mind. 

Nine hours.

He took another long sip, the sharp liquid doing little to dispel the restlessness in his gut. His mind wandered back to the alley, to the way you’d looked at him—vulnerable, cautious, yet willing to listen. Something in you had shifted. Something he wasn’t ready to fully understand. The idea of you walking away, of not choosing him, was haunting.

A knock on the door snapped him out of his thoughts. The door opened, and his capos filtered in—Yaku, Kai, and Kenma, as expected. There was no greeting, just the usual quiet tension that always settled around them. They were waiting for him to speak first.

Kuroo set the bottle down, its cold glass a stark reminder of how much he’d already indulged. He needed to focus. Business. Now was not the time to dwell on the complications.

“Let’s talk shop,” he said, his voice breaking through the silence like a sharp knife. “The meeting with Bokuto went smoothly. No surprises. The finances are clean. Everything checks out. Money’s in order. No problems there.”

Yaku gave him a nod, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Good. We needed that.” His voice had a certain bite to it like he was already looking for the next thing to tackle.

Kuroo didn’t waste any time. “What about the missing shipment? What did you dig up?”

Yaku shifted forward, his demeanor all business. His hand ran through his hair, the only outward sign of agitation. “Daishou’s the one who took it,” he said with a tightness in his voice. “We’ve got confirmation on the movements, and his guys have been pushing it through smaller channels. Nothing major yet, but it’s definitely under his control.”

Tension coiled in Kuroo’s stomach at the name. Daishou.

That bastard.

The more he thought about it, the clearer it became. This wasn’t a random move—it was a challenge. Kuroo’s jaw tightened as he exhaled through his nose. Daishou had struck. Twice.

First, the attack. Then, the shipment.

“Daishou…” Kuroo’s voice dropped, becoming colder, more calculating. “He’s behind the attack on me too. Kai identified the guy who stabbed me—he’s tied to Daishou. No question.”

Kenma, who had been silent until now, let out a soft sigh. “So, Daishou’s making his move, but he’s not working alone. Not with that level of coordination.”

Kuroo nodded, rubbing his temple. “Exactly. There’s something bigger going on here. He’s not making a move without a reason. Whatever this is—whatever he’s planning—it’s bigger than a territory grab. Stay on it. We need to know everything. Where he’s hiding, who he’s working with, and what the fuck he’s after.”

Yaku’s eyes gleamed with resolve as he pulled out his phone. His fingers moved quickly over the screen, tapping out the next set of orders. “Got it. I’ll dig deeper.”

But Kuroo barely heard him. His mind had already shifted gears.

Kuroo had always been a strategist—a man who unraveled his enemies thread by thread, leaving nothing behind but regret and a grave no one would visit. He liked the slow game, the methodical dismantling of power.

But patience had its limits. And Daishou was about to learn that firsthand. Kuroo wasn’t interested in playing anymore. He reached for the knife on his desk, letting his fingers ghost over the handle. It wouldn’t be too difficult. One word to his men, and Daishou would disappear. No theatrics, no warnings—just a body dumped where no one would find it.

Or, he could make it look like an accident. Or better yet—a message. But where was the fun in that? No. Daishou wasn’t getting an easy exit.

Kuroo wanted him to watch as everything Daishou built collapsed. As his people abandoned him, his name would become nothing more than a whisper before it was entirely erased. And when nothing was left—Kuroo would decide if he deserved to breathe.

Kuroo tapped the blade against the desk, slow and deliberate. The logical move was to kill him now—clean, efficient, final. But logic hadn’t built Kuroo’s empire. No—the best way to destroy a man wasn’t to end him. It was to leave him breathing just long enough to wish he wasn’t. Daishou’s time was coming.

Soon.

Kuroo exhaled slowly, shifting his focus back to the room. His gaze flickered to the bottle of scotch fighting the urge to reach for it. Not yet. There was something else that needed to be said. Something trickier.

“I offered her something,” Kuroo said, his voice low but firm. His capos went silent at the words.

“Her?” Kai raised an eyebrow, a knowing look passing across his face as he processed the situation. His voice was a mix of disbelief and caution. “You’ve been doing this long enough, Kuroo. Don’t tell me you offered her protection—security?”

“I did,” Kuroo's gaze hardened, his tone blunt. “She hasn’t agreed yet, but it’s on the table.”

Yaku’s sharp gaze cut through him. “You know what this means, right? If she agrees—if you pull her into this— she’s in the crossfire. She’ll know too much. You sure that’s what you want?”

Kuroo leaned back in his chair, the weight of their questions settling over him. “She doesn’t know what I do. She only knows me as Tetsurou.”

Kenma's eyes shifted to him, a cold flicker of skepticism in his gaze. "You’re pulling her into this world... and she doesn’t even know who you are?"

“No,” Kuroo said, almost biting off the words. “I’m not dragging her in blind. She knows I’m into something, but not everything. Not the full picture.”

The tension thickened in the room, pressing down like an unbearable weight, as his capos exchanged looks, the air crackling with the weight of unspoken thoughts.

“You think that’s good enough?” Kai asked, his tone more cautious now. “You think that’ll be enough to keep her out of danger when it all comes crashing down?”

Kuroo hesitated. His capos were right to be concerned. It was messy, it was dangerous, and part of him was wondering if he was overestimating your ability to handle it. But he couldn’t help it. He wanted to believe you could be different. He had to believe that.

“Yeah,” he muttered finally, looking them each in the eye. “I do. She’s not in it yet. If she agrees, I’ll keep the chaos away from her as much as possible.”

Kenma’s eyes narrowed slightly as he shook his head, a quiet, almost imperceptible sigh escaping him. “You’re treading dangerous ground, Kuro.”

“I know,” Kuroo snapped, standing up abruptly, his voice cutting through the room like a blade. “This is my decision. I’ll fucking handle it.”

“Just be careful,” Yaku said, his voice quiet but firm. “The moment you let someone close—truly close—they become a liability. We all know that.”

Kuroo’s lips tightened into a thin line at Yaku’s words. He didn’t need the reminder. He had lived by that rule long enough to understand the danger of attachment, of letting anyone in. But Yaku didn’t know the full story.

He sat back in his chair, eyes cold as he stared down at the bottle of scotch in front of him. “I know,” he said, his voice almost flat. “I’m not an idiot, Yaku.” His fingers traced the rim of the glass absently. “But sometimes, you make decisions because the other factors outweigh the risks. Not everything’s black and white.”

His gaze flicked to Yaku’s, sharp but unreadable. “You think I don’t know what happens when you let someone get too close? I’ve been playing this game long enough. I’ve lost enough people to know the cost.”

The tension in the room lingered, thick and suffocating, before Kai let out a low, measured breath. “We can’t afford to lose focus on what matters. Daishou’s proving to be unpredictable. If we don’t figure out his next move, all of this—” he motioned to the room “—could go up in flames.”

Kuroo’s jaw tightened as the weight of his responsibilities pressed down on him. He couldn’t afford to be distracted by you right now—not with big threats looming on the horizon. But as the conversation carried on, and the capos fell into their rhythm, a nagging unease settled in Kuroo’s chest a feeling that he couldn’t ignore

Nine hours. 

Nine hours until your decision. And that decision? It would either break him—or drag you deep into a web he had already begun to weave, a web he wasn’t sure he could ever let you escape from.

Five hours.

The ticking of the clock on the wall echoed through your mind, each second passing like a hammer to your chest, a reminder of how little time remained.

Five hours to decide whether you wanted to walk away from everything, from him, and stay safe in the fragile life you’d built, or to step into a world so dark you weren’t sure if you’d ever be able to find your way out. You didn’t want to make a decision. You didn’t want to choose between what was safe and what was real, but the weight of Tetsurou's offer pressed down on you like a vice.

It paralyzed you. His words—those damn words that kept echoing in your mind like a twisted lullaby—“I’ll give you a place to belong.”

It sounded so... simple, didn’t it? Like something anyone would want. A place to belong. A place to stop feeling like an outsider, like you were always on the edge, never really a part of anything. You’d spent years watching everyone around you live their lives, wondering what it would feel like to be a part of it. Koushi had tried, had opened his home, his heart to you, but you couldn’t let him get too close. You’d been taught not to. The more you let someone in, the harder the loss when they are ripped away. 

And they always were.

Your parents. Your childhood home. The people you loved. Gone. Just... gone. And you were left picking up the pieces, always alone, always pushing forward, never allowing yourself to rely on someone because you knew it was never worth it.

Death followed you, like a grim reaper, always lurking in the quiet halls of the hospital. With every patient who passed through your care, they left behind nothing but empty rooms and the cold weight of their absence. Loss was inevitable, a constant that you had learned to brace for. So, you kept your heart guarded, and distant—attachment only led to pain.

It was as if death itself was an omen, an invisible force that haunted every corner of your existence. It felt like you were cursed, destined to watch people disappear while you remained, alone, untouched by the comfort of peace. You could almost hear its footsteps following you down every hallway, reminding you that it was only a matter of time before it came for you, too. 

But now… now there was Tetsurou. His offer felt like a pull, drawing you away from the confines of death, tempting you with something that felt like a way out. It was like a drug you never thought you needed, but the moment you tasted it, you realized how deep it had already sunk into your veins. A poison, sweet at first, but you could feel it spreading—slowly, insidiously—until it consumed you from the inside out. You knew the danger and the cost, but it didn’t matter. 

You could have everything with him. Power. Money. A life. A world where you weren’t just a nameless face, an invisible figure walking through the dark. He could give you everything. And yet, something in your gut twisted at the thought. His world wasn’t yours. You didn’t belong there, and even if you tried, it was a dangerous game. The kind of game that could swallow you whole without a second thought.

It wasn’t just him —it was the darkness that shrouded him, suffocating, inescapable. His world would eat you alive. And yet, you kept stepping closer, drawn like a moth to a flame you knew would burn. You wanted to believe, just for a second, that you could escape from this never-ending void of loneliness.

You imagined what would happen if you said yes. If you accept his offer, allow yourself to be swept into his world. The power, the control, the belonging it could give you. For a moment, you allowed yourself to picture it—the warmth of a place that was yours, the security you’d longed for, the sense that maybe, just maybe, this time you could belong.

But that was a lie. You knew it. The moment you accepted, the moment you gave in to that pull, you’d be his. Owned. A pawn in his game. And once you were in, there was no getting out. Not without consequences. The kind of consequences you didn’t want to imagine. You’d seen the aftermath of what happened to people tangled in that life. Bodies brought in after gunfights—blood still fresh, faces barely recognizable. You’d witnessed the hollow stare of victims who’d been tortured, their bodies mutilated beyond recognition. The whispers in the hospital—those hushed tones about people who had been marked.

The first time you saw it, you thought it was just a tattoo. But the lines were too jagged, the skin too raw—like someone had burned it in. The patient barely spoke, but when his eyes met yours, you felt a rush of something—pity mixed with something hollow, as if you were seeing a part of him that had been irreparably damaged.

Later, when you asked the nurses, they exchanged uneasy glances.

"He won’t be here long," one muttered under her breath. "They never are."

You didn’t ask what that meant. You weren’t sure you wanted to know. But now, remembering that symbol, something clawed at you.

The shape. The way the lines curved, like some ancient, vicious thing. A mark burned into flesh, raw and unforgettable. our gut twisted, as if something deep inside you was trying to warn you. You’d seen that symbol before—almost as if it had been seared into your memory. Where had you seen it?

Your hands were shaking now, and you cursed under your breath. This was ridiculous. Paranoia. Overthinking. You understood now what the nurses had meant. The people who bore that symbol—the dragon, they called it—vanished without a trace. The truth was simple and terrifying: those who were marked disappeared the quickest.

The morgue had its own stories, stories about bodies that mysteriously vanished, no records to explain where they’d gone. They were just... gone. And you knew, deep down, that the price of stepping into that world wasn’t something you could come back from.

It wasn’t just the violence that scared you—it was the way that life consumed everything in its path. You knew what happened to people who crossed that line. They didn’t just get hurt. They disappeared. You could almost hear the echoes of their names, trailing off into nothing. If you accepted his offer and joined that world, you wouldn’t even be a person anymore.  Just a tool. A weapon. Disposable.

The thought made your skin crawl. You weren’t sure if it was fear or something else. Something darker. Something that twisted inside you, urging you to take the risk, to embrace the chaos, to stop being the passive observer and become the player. You hated it, but you couldn’t deny the pull. A sickening feeling washed over you, making you wonder if maybe you were already too far gone.

Five hours. That was all you had. Five hours to make a choice that could kill you in ways you couldn’t even comprehend.

The fear tightened in your gut. Tetsurou’s world was dangerous—but staying in yours? Staying small, safe, invisible? That terrified you more. A life where you were just… there. Existing, but never alive.

Could you afford to say no? Could you bear another lifetime of emptiness, of wondering what it would’ve been like if you’d taken the step into the unknown?

You squeezed your eyes shut. The weight of the decision crashed over you like a wave, suffocating, relentless. You could feel yourself cracking under the pressure, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t find the strength to walk away.

Because in your gut, you knew. You had always known.

The darkness was calling to you. 

Three Hours.

The city outside pulsed with neon and noise, but none of it felt real. The hospital break room, dimly lit with the hum of overhead fluorescents, was a world apart from the chaos just beyond the glass. Your fingers curled around the cold, untouched cup of coffee, its steam long gone, as you stared out the window.

Your reflection stared back at you from the window—a ghost of yourself caught between choices you weren’t ready to make.

With a sharp breath, you reached for your phone, the weight of your decision pressing against your chest. Your fingers hovered over the screen, fighting the urge to back out. You press Koushi’s name.

It rang once. Twice.

Then his voice came through, warm but tinged with exhaustion. "Hey. What’s up?"

You opened your mouth, but for a second, nothing came out. What were you supposed to say?

Hey, Koushi, I might be making the worst decision of my life, but I don’t know how to stop myself.

Instead, you settled for the simpler truth, though it still felt like a lie. "I just… needed to hear your voice."

A pause. Then, softer, "That bad, huh?"

You swallowed, rubbing your temple, your mind a whirlwind of thoughts you couldn’t quite piece together. "I don’t know. Maybe."

You could almost hear him on the other side, the quiet exhale as he tried to steady himself, maybe running a hand through his hair, brow furrowed in concern. “Talk to me.”

You closed your eyes, feeling the weight of everything pressing on your chest. "If you had the chance to change everything—your life, your future—but it meant stepping into something dangerous… would you take it?"

Silence.

After a long moment, his voice broke through, sharp, cutting through the tension. "This is about Tetsurou, isn’t it?"

Your stomach twisted. You didn’t answer fast enough.

Koushi inhaled sharply, exhaustion vanishing in an instant. "Why would you go looking for him?" His voice was still gentle, but beneath it, concern turned into something deeper. Disbelief.

You hadn’t gone looking for him. He had found you.

He grabbed you with a sense of ownership like he had every right to. You didn’t know why you stayed, why you didn’t run. His voice had wrapped around you like a tendril, pulling you closer, winding around you with a pressure you couldn’t escape. It slid down your spine, every word tasting like a promise, each syllable pulling you closer. You didn’t push it away. You couldn’t help but be drawn in, unable to resist how his voice penetrated your skin, settling in places it shouldn’t feel so...warm.

The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, before Koushi spoke again, quieter this time. “Do you even know anything about him?”

You closed your eyes, guilt crawling under your skin. No. Not really.

You knew the way he smiled—a sharp thing, like a predator’s grin, like he knew the ending of a story before you ever reached the first page. You knew the feel of his voice, smooth and dangerous like it could slip under your skin and make you forget where you stood. You could sense the weight of him, the power that hung around him like a dark cloud, making people both fear and respect him in equal measure.

But the rest? The truth? You didn’t know. And part of you didn’t want to.

Koushi exhaled, something raw and jagged in his breath. “What did he offer you?”

Your fingers tightened around the coffee cup, knuckles turning white. The words felt heavy on your tongue like admitting them out loud would make them real. But the silence stretched too long, the weight of his unspoken question pressing down, demanding an answer.

Finally, your voice came out small, barely a whisper. “A better life.”

Koushi inhaled sharply, the air between you thick with the weight of his concern. He didn’t respond right away, but you could feel the shift, the subtle tension tightening around his words. “A better life,” he repeated, his voice soft but unreadable. Then, quieter, “And you believe him?”

You squeezed your eyes shut as if that could shut out the truth. "I don’t know.

“You don’t know?” he echoed, his voice searching, like he was trying to understand it himself. You heard the faint rustle of him shifting, his breath coming slower like he was trying to steady himself.

Then, he whispered your name. But something in the way he said it made your chest ache like his heart had cracked just a little.

"You know what guys like him do, right?" His voice was gentle, but firm. "What his world is like?"

You swallowed hard, staring down at your hands. "I know enough."

"Enough?" Koushi let out a quiet, humorless laugh. "No, you don’t. If you did, you wouldn’t even be considering this."

Something about his words made frustration bubble in your chest. "You don’t understand—"

"Then make me understand."

You hesitated, biting your lip. How could you explain what you barely understood yourself? That for the first time in years, you didn’t feel the constant pull of exhaustion, the weight of simply surviving? That Tetsurou’s offer felt like the first thing to stir you awake in a long time? That it was a hand reaching out in the dark—and you weren’t sure whether it was meant to pull you to safety or drag you under.

"I just…" Your voice cracked, a shuddering exhale escaping. "I feel like I’m drowning, Koushi. And for once, someone’s offering me a way out."

The silence on the other end of the phone was different this time. It wasn’t disbelief. It wasn’t frustration. It was fear. Raw, unfiltered fear.

Something in Koushi’s voice cracked when he spoke again, his words faltering with emotion. "I don’t want to lose you."

Your throat tightened painfully. You tried to breathe, but the weight of it was too much.

"I don’t want to lose me either."

The words hung between you like a dark promise, too heavy, too real to take back. You could almost feel Koushi’s breath catch, the way his heart seemed to skip a beat, but you couldn’t make it stop. There was no going back now.

The time to decide was dwindling. And every second that passed only made the decision harder.

“I’m not going to abandon you,” Koushi said, his voice raw with desperation. “Even if you take that step.”

His words—steady and unwavering—should’ve been comforting, but they weren’t. They only made the storm inside you intensify. You closed your eyes, trying to find peace, but the lump in your throat wouldn’t budge.

Another long pause. The air between you is thick, suffocating. You could feel the weight of what you were about to do pressing down, starting to consume you.

Koushi’s voice broke through again, quieter now, more resigned, but still holding on to something fragile. “I promise I’ll always be here for you,” he said, each word cutting deeper than the last, carving out the space between you and everything you once believed.

The sincerity in his voice shattered whatever wall you’d tried to build. A sob caught in your throat, and for a moment, you couldn’t breathe. You wanted to scream, to tell him this wasn’t how it was supposed to be. But the words wouldn’t come. You could only choke on the overwhelming weight of it all—the decision, the loss, the fear.

For a second, you almost asked him to stop you. To talk you down from the edge.

But you didn’t. 

Instead, you whispered the only thing that felt real—raw and unshakable. “I love you.”

And then you hung up.

One hour and thirty minutes 

The room was dimly lit by soft moonbeams filtering through the blinds. Kuroo sat on the edge of his bed, running a hand through his messy hair, the cigar dangling loosely between his fingers, the smoke curling upwards like a lazy wisp. The quiet of his room was almost suffocating, but his thoughts were louder—you were somewhere out there, tangled in your doubts and questions. 

After the night you saved him, Kuroo had tried to leave you alone. But the urge to know you consumed him.

He started looking into your life. It wasn’t hard—he knew the right people. He dug deeper than you could imagine, uncovering the cracks you’d tried to hide. Your mounting debt, overdue rent, the life you were struggling to hold together. It all came to him in a rush, and as he saw the weight of it, he knew what to do. 

He set the pieces up, but never thought they’d fall into place.

Seeing you at that restaurant weeks later felt like more than a coincidence. It was as if the universe had aligned the stars ensuring he didn’t miss the opportunity. You were there—smiling, laughing, playing the part, but Kuroo could see through it. Beneath the carefully constructed facade, he saw that you were broken, exhausted, barely holding on to the scraps of hope you had left. And it hit him like a truck. This was it. Everything had led him to this moment, he could finally seal the deal.

He knew the offer wouldn’t be just an escape for you. It would be the only way out, the only way you’d feel you could survive. Kuroo didn’t do subtlety. He didn’t care for it. What mattered was making you believe that you were in control, that the decision was yours—when, in reality, the game was already rigged.

You thought you were making a choice. He had made sure you weren’t.

He flicked the ashes from his cigar, watching them scatter into the dim light of his bedroom. His phone buzzed in his pocket. He already knew who it was before he checked.

Inuoka

“Yeah?” Kuroo’s voice was low, with a calm edge to it.

Inuoka's voice crackled through the phone, steady but with a hint of urgency. “She just left the hospital.”

Kuroo smirked, taking another slow pull of smoke, and exhaling it into the still air, right on time. “Keep eyes on her,” he said, his voice a casual command—like he was ordering a drink, not orchestrating a surveillance operation. “But don’t let her notice. I want to see where she goes.” He ended the call without waiting for a response, knowing the game was set in motion.

All he had to do was wait.

When the clock ran out, he'd collect what was already his.

[wake-uptoreality]

Haikyuu boys x you + mafia au

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-Hinata; Yamaguchi; Kogane; Nishinoya; Tendou; Takeda; Goshiki; Kenma.

-Sugawara; Hirugami; Kindaichi; Ennoshita; Lev; Komori; Daichi; Aran; Yaku; Aone; Asahi.

- Kita; Sakusa; Ushijima; Kuroo; Kageyama; Iwaizumi; Osamu; Kita; Konoha; Matsukawa; Suna; Ukai; Kyotani; bokuto.

-Hanamaki; Akaashi; Semi; Atsumu; Oikawa; Korai; Futakuchi; Tsukishima; Shirobu; kunimi.

[sugamamacustard]

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My A/B/O verse ↦ Here! My rules ↦ Here!

Appetizer (🍚)= Angst Dessert (🍪)= Fluff Breakfast (🥞) = Social media! AU Lunch (🍙) = non-specified AU! (Other than social media; Mafia! Werewolf/vampire!, angel/demon!, etc) Supper (🍘)= Smut/ NSFW Happy hour (🍸) = Yandere Specials (🍮)= My personal favorites 🍡 🍡 🍡 🍡 🍡 🍡 🍡 🍡 🍡 🍡 🍡 🍡 🍡 Order up!

↳Reach so high ( 🍪)

Summary: You’re used to the world around you not being kind to the vertically impaired, but you and you’re alpha get through it.

Ingredients: Alpha! Tendo Satori, Alpha! Nishinoya Yu

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ Sweet Little Chick ( 🍸, 🍙(Mafia! AU))

Summary:  The Karasuno Crows fell to the will of one person and one person alone. You were expected to do the same to the mama crow.

Ingredients: Alpha! Mafia boss! Sugawara Koushi

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN-- But Reader ends up in a dress and thigh highs, so take as you will)

↳ Come see me (  🍚, 🍪, 🍮 )

Summary:  Being a manager for Nekoma was a thankless job, but one you were proud to do. You were surrounded by alphas who wanted what was best for you and in turn, you wanted what was best for them. However, sometimes what’s best for them…may not be best for you or your omega.

Ingredients: Alpha! Tetsuro Kuroo

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ Knock me out ( 🍪)

Summary:  When your omega demands to see your alpha, you can’t help but oblige, but unfortunately, someone else see’s you before he does.

Ingredients: Alpha! Hajime Iwaizumi

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ Fire man ( 🍘 )

Summary:  Your heat hits unexpectedly and it’s up to your alpha to help you through it. How is he doing it?

Ingredients: Alpha! Tetsuro Kuroo, Alpha! Toru Oikawa, Alpha! Kotaro Bokuto

Serving: Omega! Reader (Fem!)

↳ Double Trouble ( 🍪)

Summary:  Inarizaki is known for many things above the surface, but only few know what great treasure lies deep within the pack.

Ingredients: Alpha! Osamu Miya, Alpha! Atsumu Miya

Serving: Omega! Reader (Fem!)

↳ Level Headed ( 🍪, 🍘,  🍮 )

Summary: Betas were known for one thing and your alpha loved you all the more for it. So he shows you his gratitude.

Ingredients: Alpha! Hajime Iwaizumi

Serving: Beta! Reader (Fem!)

↳ Please don’t let me go ( 🍚, 🍪 , 🍘 , 🍙 (Shifter! AU))

Summary:  You were excited when the other packs joined yours, even finding solace in one of the alphas of one, but suddenly, you weren’t needed. Wanted. Not what he desired. And that hurt. So you do the only thing you can think of. Try to find someone who will comfort your poor omega heart.

Ingredients: Alpha! Kuroo Tetsuro

Serving: Omega! Reader (Pretty GN, but I said the word c*nt, so take it as you will)

↳ Please don’t let me go (Part 2!)   ( 🍪 , 🍙 (Shifter! AU))

Summary:   Thanks to Kuroo, your place in the pack has been cemented. But what made it waver in the first place? How can the rest of the pack change what has already happened.

Ingredients: Alpha! Kuroo Tetsuro

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ Feral animal ( 🍪, 🍮 )

Summary:  You just wanted to get the boys to practice on time. You weren’t prepared to deal with this.  Good thing you had a guardian angel- or should we say, dog.

Ingredients: Alpha! Kentarou Kyoutani

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ One more time ( 🍪, 🍮 )

Summary:  You loved your small little family, but your alpha felt there was something missing.

Ingredients: Alpha! Toru Oikawa

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN, but a baby is born, so take it as you will)

↳ Puppy ( 🍘, 🍮)

Summary:   It wasn’t supposed to hit you as hard as it did, but when your heat came and blindsided you, you were left staggering for a way out. Luckily, your alpha knows you better than anyone else.

Ingredients: Alpha! Kentarou Kyoutani

Serving: Omega! Reader (Fem! Reader)

↳ Two for one special ( 🍪 )

Summary:  You weren’t even a manager. You were a medic for the Nekoma team and yet, you still caught they of not one, but two, powerhouse alphas. What could go wrong, right?

Ingredients: Alpha! Satori Tendo, Alpha! Yuu Nishinoya (Poly)

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ Rut ( 🍘)

Summary:  You and your alpha have been through so much together, but how are the reacting when their rut hits?

Ingredients: Alpha! Tetsuro Kuroo, Alpha! Atsumu Miya, Alpha! Kiyoomi Sakusa

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ Helping hand  ( 🍘, 🍙 (Mafia! AU))

Summary:  You were always so good for your alpha. There are some things that fall out of your control however, things that may put a wrench in your good behavior.

Ingredients: Alpha! Mob boss! Kenma Kozume

Serving: Omega! Reader (Fem!)

↳ Spare some?  ( 🥞, 🍘 , 🍮)

Summary:  You simply ask for Daddy’s Cummies. How are these alphas reacting?

Ingredients: Alpha! Satori Tendo, Alpha! Toru Oikawa, Alpha! Wakatoshi Ushijima, Alpha! Kenma Kozume, Alpha! Yu Nishinoya, Alpha Keiji Akaashi

Serving: Omega! Reader

↳ Let me help you ( 🍚, 🍪) (Now with Part 2!)

Summary:   Because of unseen circumstances, you drop, and you drop hard. How does your alpha help you/redeem himself?

Ingredients: Alpha! Toru Oikawa, Alpha! Hajime Iwaizumi + Part 2 includes Mattsun and Makki.

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ All Mine (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 ) ( 🥞, 🍪, 🍮)

Summary:  You alpha sees someone flirting with you, he’s not happy/ This time you see someone flirty with your alpha and your not happy.

Ingredients: Alpha! Hajime Iwaizumi, Alpha! Issei Matsukawa, Alpha! Tetsuro Kuroo, Alpha! Osamu Miya, Alpha! Atsumu Miya, Alpha! Suna Rintaro

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ After hours ( 🥞, 🍘)

Summary:   Some spicy messages between you and your alpha~

Ingredients: Alpha! Atsumu Miya, Alpha! Osamu Miya, Alpha! Wakatoshi Ushijima, Alpha! Kentaro Kyoutani, Alpha! Rintaro Suna, Alpha! Eita Semi

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ Keeping you close ( 🍪, 🍘)

Summary:   Your alpha catches some low-bit, pathetic excuse of an alpha trying to get with you and he’s determined to but a stop to it.

Ingredients: Alpha! Rintaro Suna

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN, until the smut)

↳ Lips like Sugar~ ( 🍪, 🍘,🍙(Sugar Daddy! AU))

Summary:   Toru Oikawa had no qualms about paying a pretty little thing to hang off his arm, but he expects you to be at his beck and call for the price tag you come with. And if you aren’t? He’ll put you back into your place real quick.

Ingredients: Alpha! Toru Oikawa

Serving: Omega! Reader (Fem! Reader)

↳ Back me up ( 🍪)

Summary:   Pregnancy can bring out both the best, and worst, in any and all alphas, and yours is no exception. Life, however, is unpredictable in every sense and sometimes, the worst and best parts get melded into one– and make you fall in love with your alpha all over again.

Ingredients: Alpha! Kotaro Bokuto, Alpha! Wakatoshi Ushijima

Serving: Omega! Reader (Fem! Reader)

↳Baby, it’s cold outside ( 🍪)

Summary:  After waiting for your parents to come pick you up, only for them to never come, you can’t seem to get warm. Lucky, for you, your alpha is there to help you get warm!

Ingredients: Alpha! Takanobu Aone

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳Kiss it Better (🍪)

Summary:   You love spending time with your alpha in the kitchen, unfortunately it’s a little bittersweet for him.

Ingredients: Alpha! Osamu Miya

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳Again ( 🍘,🍮 )

Summary: How much can you take before your alpha breaks you?

Ingredients: Alpha! Tetsuro Kuroo

Serving: Omega! Reader (Fem! Reader)

↳Feed Me ( 🍪,🍮 )

Summary: Some times, people do things because it’s what they think is best. You don’t tell your alpha about some weight gain you’ve noticed, and try taking care of it yourself because of this.

Ingredients: Alpha! Keiji Akaashi, Alpha! Wakatoshi Ushijima, Alpha! Rintaro Suna

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ Day and Night (🍘)

Summary: How do you and your gamer alpha spend heats and ruts?

Ingredients: Alpha! Kenma Kozume

Serving: Omega! Reader (Fem! Reader)

↳ Crash Course(🍪)

Summary: The relationship between Iwaizumi and Oikawa is always a confusing one. No one is quite sure what it is and where exactly you fall into it. Well, you guys do and that’s all that matters.

Ingredients: Alpha! Hajime Iwaizumi, Platonic! Alpha! Toru Oikawa

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳✨Intimidating✨(🍪)

Summary: Alpha’s are scary creatures. Going up to them is scary, and honestly, you were never sure you would ever be able to look one in the eye. Unfortunately, your omega was dead set on one particular alpha– one who seemed so much more intimidating than any other alpha you had seen before.

Ingredients: Alpha! Issei Matsukawa, Alpha! Satori Tendou

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳✨Daddy cats✨ (🍪, 🍘)

Summary: What’s life like with not one but two alphas at your beck and call?

Ingredients: Alpha! Kenma Kozume and Alpha! Tetsuro Kuroo (Poly)

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN until the smut, then it's fem! Reader)

↳✨Olympic level✨( 🍪)

Summary: Sometimes your air-headed alpha makes you question your sanity. Luckily, you have some back-up to get him back in line.

Ingredients: Alpha! Yu Nishinoya

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN!)

↳Time Bomb ( 🍚,🍮,🍙(Non! A/B/O) )

Summary:  Anger is an ugly emotion and can bring out the worst in all of us. Mid-argument, it pushes your boyfriend into dangerous waters, threatening your very relationship. Is your relationship strong enough to survive?

Ingredients: Koushi Sugawara, Wakatoshi Ushijima

Serving: Reader(GN!)

↳Paparazzi ( 🍪)

Summary: Fangirls are nice, yes, however they tend to get in the way of simple things such as passing your classes. You won't take their harrassment laying down though.

Ingredients: Alpha! Toru Oikawa, Alpha! Yuji Terushima, Alpha! Atsumu Miya

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN!)

More to come!

[atsuminthe]

Mafia headcannons you say? How about... tw mafia, blood, violence

Boss Suna Rintarou who's known among his underlings and enemies as "Basilisk" because of his stone cold gaze. But whenever you're around his eyes soften, and all of his mob are grateful for you.

Or henchman Bokuto Koutarou, called not-so-affectionately "The Butcher" because of his aptitude for violence - he rarely stops before his whole forearms are covered in blood. Sometimes you call him that too, with a giggle, after he absolutely wrecks your pussy.

Or maybe assassin Miya Osamu called "The Chef", who has an onigiri business on a side, known for only two things: his absolutely terrifyingly precise knife skills, and his insatiable hunger for you.

Or would you prefer Head Hitman Akaashi Keiji, known more as "The Scribe", whose detailed descriptions of "putting someone to eternal sleep" are famous for sending chills down everyone's spines. But he's also the one who sends you the most beautiful love letters, with the most beautiful, calligraphic even, handwriting.

squirts

cw — mafia!au, fem!reader, soft dom!suna (body worship, praise), feral!bokuto (rough sex, breeding, size), osamu is insatiable (cunnilingus, daddy), akaashi knows how to write down his fantasies

oh i absolutely adore the idea of suna rintaro, nicknamed “basilisk”, fucking you silly in his office, behind the heavy mahogany doors—having you squeal and moan and whimper his name as you’re spread on his desk, his to look at, his to appreciate, his to adore and worship. he makes sure to kiss every inch of your skin (god forbid you say a bad word about your body, how could you insult the most perfect temple in existence? he’s the only one allowed to defile it) before his lips trail lower and lower, licking and sucking on your inner thighs until he can see your arousal glistening in the setting sun behind him. “such a good girl f’me,” he praises, one hand kneading your soft breast as he comes back up to kiss your forehead. “gonna be good and cum for me, pretty?”

also bokuto absolutely wrecking your shit—he’s so big and strong, with broad shoulders and toned abs, pressing his chest on yours as he folds you in a mating press. his cock never stops pistoning in and out of you, his grunts and your loud moans and high-pitched squeaks filling the air. something in him snaps when you say “kou- kou please! wan’ your cum, gimme your cum—” and he turns feral as he fulfils your wish—hot spurts of cum flood your battered pussy, painting your walls while and leaving you warm, happy and full. you giggle, euphoria clouding your mind, as you kiss your husband’s lips and he all but melts into you. “the butcher”, alright. you’ll be so sore tomorrow.

going dizzy over miya “the chef” osamu, who makes the best onigiri in japan, with a three michelin star restaurant in tokyo, who sinks to his knees in seconds when you tell him you’re needy and you’ve missed his touch. all you have to do is sit on his office chair and be pretty as he devours your pussy, tongue pushing in and out of your pulsating core, nose nudging your clit with each move as he laps up everything you give him, humming—he knows you like how it feels when he hums into your pretty pussy. he doesn’t stop after only one orgasm, god, no—he’ll pull as many as he can until you’re shaking and crying for him that “‘s too much, daddy!”—only then will he come up for air, cheeks and chin glistening with your juices and his saliva, grinning proudly. “missed ya too, buttercup.”

and don’t get me started on akaashi, who is a master with words and always prepares a few letter for you in advance, so you’re not lonely while he’s away. they’re no ordinary letters, though—the writing is immaculate, a very beautiful calligraphy (the letters to you are always the one where he does his best so his writing is the most beautiful), yet the thoughts it voices are so dirty they make you squirm in your shared bed, surrounded by silk sheets and expensive pillows. he usually describes his dreams (most if not all of his dreams contain you) and fantasies, but there’s the occasional ‘reminiscence letter’ where he brings back to memory one particular night that he liked, describing everything in great detail.

mafia men my beloveds <3

[lausterdomyamong]

HAIKYUU BOY MAFIA AU

note: this is from all of the results from my haikyuu mafia quiz, this is about who they are and how he met you. I’m so embarrassed by my writing but yeah, I’m already here so here we go <3

Characters included: Kita, Atsumu, Osamu, Suna, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Mattsun, Makki, Bokuto, Akaashi, Kuroo, and Sakusa <3

The quiz

Kita Shinsuke: Gather the scattered group of yakuza to be one since his young age, and reign as the leader since then. his underlings accidentally mistaken you for another 'girl' and bring you back to the headquarters. You're ordered to strip and let them appraise your worth- luckily, Kita notices the mistake. despite being a yakuza and is doing something horrendous, he has a moral code. he promises to make it up to you. maybe it's a part of his plan from the very start- but hey, every mistake can be made.

Miya Atsumu: 'dealer' they say. yeah, atsumu is a dealer on everything. drugs, gambling, and many more. to be frank, he's very creative and heretical. kita almost wants to disown him, only if he's the one that keeps inarizaki flourishing with his wit. your soon-to-be-ex just lost a great amount of money to his hand, so they try to steal your money- fortunately, atsumu sure is accidentally to be there and help you out, 'dealing' with your ex and swoop his hand around your figure, comforting you and offer you a better life! but yeah, maybe he's planning this all along :/

Miya Osamu: unlike his twins, he uses his ability in the killing field. osamu is expressionless, he's killing someone without moving a single muscle on his face. oh, maybe he's heartless, he can't feel a thing even someone is slaughtered before his eyes! but wrong. osamu has himself wrapped around someone's fingers without himself knowing. your smile, your manner, your whole being. he almost feels shame that he kill people for money and you're completely standing on the other side of the world, pure and typical. this man sure will protect you from afar, he will make sure no one will ever fuck with you. he's the hitman of inarizaki after all.

Suna Rintarou: he's the center of all news and stories. this man's probably a walking yellow book, he knows everything and will use every last bit of that to inarizaki's benefit. Suna is always by Kita's side, he's also the leader's trusted interpreter. even he plays such an important role, no one really sees him in flesh except for inarizaki's members. he's always inside the headquarters, living with you. of course, he has to protect you by bringing you in, makes you become a part of his clan. the farther you are away from him, the higher risk you'll take to survive.

Oikawa Tooru: don't let the pretty face tricks you, or you may have bitten off more than you can chew. he's the leader of 'seijoh' after all. they're well-known for their ruthless and immoral deeds, there's no way the leader would be just a simple smiley, sweet guy. many gangs have been fallen and destroyed by him because they underestimate Oikawa, and overestimate themselves. there are two ways to survive ① make his gang money and/or ② become someone special in his heart. but worry not, you may conquer the second option already.

Iwaizumi Hajime: he's not the morally sane one, sorry. Imaizumi isn't a good guy in lion's den, he's part of the lion pride, and being the strongest one himself. even so, he's still less rough and more merciful when it comes to working- but still, he's in the dark grey area. you may accidentally pique his interest. fortunately, he would treat you like a princess and spoiled you rotten. but unfortunately, if you're no longer interesting, he may leave you on your own. better keep him lit up or being a partner in crime, kay?

Matsukawa Issei: the former forensic technician at a local hospital, now the pathologist of seijoh. he's working with the dead more than the living ones. his smile is always painted with a dangerous impression. mattsun may seem so laid back and friendly at times, but he's not someone you could easily screw up. he's clever, skilled, and experienced. the last person that tries to meddle with seijoh has found dead without an actual cause. you just happen to be a one-night-stand that he's really hooked. and he does not hesitate to tell you every secret seijoh has to trapped you in his crew forever. because no outsider would make it out alive knowing their secrets :D

Hanamaki Takahiro: oikawa's trusted fund, trusted friend, and trusted confidence man. he's tricking people into fake lies, gaining their trust, then their money, and run away, leaving them bankrupt. he somehow only tricks the authorities (which is a great threat for seijoh) but never the commoners. don't get me wrong, he's still as nasty and dangerous as any other seijoh member, but he just thinks that it's more worthwhile. makki may just think you're practicable so he lures you in and makes you be a part of his big scheming plan. once you do, you can't run away anymore. you're sticking with him forever, good luck.

Bokuto Koutarou: he's somehow bright and kind- you've mistaken him for a normal authority. but oh, he's one of the most dangerous fellows out there. he may come off as someone kind and enthusiastic, but trust me, he's no different from other mafia bosses. even more primal. he still kills someone by himself, with the widest, scariest grin. bokuto may seem like someone with a simple mind, but when he's falling in love, he falls deep. he might need to learn how to establish a relationship first, but this man takes you in right after he realizes you're the one anyway <3

Akaashi Keiji: calm, serene, and stoical just like a rain forest. with bokuto, he can make fukurodani bigger than any other generations before him. he's smart, composed, and knows everything. without him, this clan would be infirm and even more barbaric. he works his ass off every time this clan is in a problem as if his life depends on fukurodani's prosperity. his mind is so tired, but he pledged to the god already, he would make fukurodani go far, stopping mid-work wouldn't be appreciated. until he met you, your smile, your greeting, it makes his tired-out soul light up once more.

Kuroo Tetsurou: working under fukurodani's command, still, stand above all. he's as powerful as the boss himself. With a smile, he would talk his way until the negotiator blew it. his mouth is truly a weapon. with a word or two, he can get what fukurodani wants. he's on seijoh's 'beware on sight' list. really a schemed man. he would meet you at one of the auction that only authorities can join, he sees you beside a gross old man. look at your face, your expression; you do not want to be here. so he swoops in and talks his way until he can separate you from the said man, and abuse his power as underboss of fukurodani to keep you with him instead :)

Sakusa Kiyoomi: with his presence alone, you can tell how much power this man held. he's so young, has a bright future ahead, and yet- choose to become the darkest part of this society. he's inherited his father's legacy and name, and he runs everything like his father always did. despite being so young, he can control every part of the gang so perfectly. frankly, he wouldn't even bat an eye on you, only if his underlings did something he forbid with you, in front of everyone in the party. the punishment is one thing, but your tears that already shed make him feels something stirring inside.

[strawberriebunn]

Oikawa,Iwazumi,Ushijima,Bokuto,and Atsumu:

The type to take you home and breed you until you pass out the second they see you with a baby. Whether it be a family member or a friends baby doesn’t matter. Takes you home and fucks you through the mattress and only when he feels you’re full enough with his cum will he put you in a mating press and wring out two last orgasms.

“Mmm you gonna cum for me pretty girl ? Yeah? Fuuuckk- ‘m gonna make you such a good mommy. You like that ? Yeah? Cum for me like a good girl and I’ll give you my cum just how you like ok?”