#mafia kuroo

[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE MAFIA BOSS KUROO TETSUROU HEADCANONS

Kuroo as a mafia boss would be stronger than usual, fierce, ferocious and hell even DEADLY to his enemies. His gang Nekoma along with Karasuno are the topmost mafia gangs in the country and they team up together sometimes to wipe out their competition. One day as the Nekoma members were coming back from a mission which btw, involved causing some chaos and stirring up some ruckus for their rival gang Shiratorizawa without the Karasuno members, as his gang members were talking about how stupid their henchmen were and how predictable and easy they were to attack, Kuroo stayed silent since his head was throbbing a little and had a headache. He just needed some god damn peace once in a while and so, he stayed silent as he rubbed his temples in annoyance and glanced at the setting sun. As his eyes wandered around the place, he then noticed you sitting on a tree branch, trying to rescue a cat that got stuck up a tree. 'What the heck is that girl doing?' he was confused and yet, he began to watch you with fascination but grew alarmed when he realized the branch was about to break. He then quickly raced over to you to protect you from hitting the ground and asked you if you were all right. Then, he winked at you and said, ''Stay safe sweetheart, don't wanna go getting in trouble again now do we?'' and with that, he went on his way while his friends were just looking at him like deer caught in headlights. Some of them teased him about it and Kenma kept his cool since he was sensible not to do stupid shit like teasing the bossman

After some days, he slowly started to think of you and he grew obsessed with you. He ordered his men to find out more about you, what your interests were, relationships with people, which he hated since he was convinced that they were just trying to use and taint a sweet precious little thing like you, your dislikes, your favorite places to go and hang out and stuff like that. Heck, he'll even send Kenma and Lev to keep an eye on you for your safety which in modern terms is what we call 'Stalking'

He'll kidnap you after a few weeks or so after he's sure he knows everything about you but he'll be prepared to stock your favorite books, chocolates, warm fuzzy blankets, movies, stuffed animals and maybe even a pet like that cat you've rescued from the tree that day. He knows you'll be confused, scared and worried and hence, he'll take his time and be very sweet and kind and caring and patient with you to let you adjust to your new home

The other members of his gang will warm up to you and they'll be platonic yanderes for you, congratulations. Kenma is in charge of your security since Kuroo trusts him alot. No one dares to flirt with you and may the gods save them if someone does something stupid as that

If you try acting up or try escaping, he's just going to be hurt and heartbroken and so, instead of punishing you and locking you in a room and all that dark shit, he'll cuddle you instead and kiss you softly telling you how he should have paid more attention to you

He loves cuddle sessions with you and feels very relieved when you run and rake your fingers through his hair. He finds it very relaxing

Will never yell at you, or raise his hands at you or HECK, he won't even manipulate you emotionally or physically. He thinks you deserved to be treated like an angel and best believe it, he WILL treat you like one

Some idiot during a mafia meeting found out about you and tried touching you in an inappropriate manner and Kuroo had the most scariest and fiercest glare as he just broke that person's jaw and shot him in the head like, 5 times and then seethed in rage, ''No one touches what's mine!''. Later on when he saw how nervous you were about the whole thing, you guys snuggled with each other, Kuroo comforting you and eating cup noodles with some light jazz playing softly with some dim lights on

Loves you alot and he's gonna make you sit on his lap during meetings which will make you shy and you'll be even MORE flustered when he kisses your neck, cheek and leaves hickeys all over you or grabs you from behind. What? He's just trying to prove everyone that you're his.....

[papayatori]

He’s got a job to do

Mafia!Tetsuro Kuroo x fem!reader

Chapter One

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Warnings: TWmentions of death, Hitman!Tetsuro, TWblood, TWknives/guns

Synopsis: Mafia!Kuroo is your business partner, if you could call cold hard killing a business. You’d been working together for years, and you swore you hated the man. You were at each other’s throats, except, he had a reason for it.

a/n: no idea why I’m writing this, I won’t lie, I just thought it’d be fun so I hope you enjoy reading it. I also want to say that this is NOT set in modern times.

“…you’re the only hit I’ll never take…even if it kills me in the end…”

I shoved my cold hands into the pockets of my coat after putting out the cigarette I had been puffing on for what felt like ages. With a subtle grunt, I strolled down the empty, wet streets. The streetlights were the only thing lighting the damp cobblestone streets. I knew I’d needed to be careful, especially since my partner wasn’t exactly trustworthy, at least I didn’t deem him so. He walked along beside me, silent as the night. At times, I forgot he was even there. With a huff, I tugged my jacket tighter around me as we walked back into the safe house.

We had just had a successful mission, taking out a group of hitmen like us who had attempted to take us out. In return, the bounty would be paid, at least we hoped.

I didn’t kill for the thrill of it like so many others in the union, I killed because I had to survive. I was living in a world of men, a world ran by and organized by men, and as a woman in this business, I would amount to nothing otherwise.

Kuroo’s shoulder brushed mine as he walked carelessly beside me, and I felt the anger bubbling in my stomach at the feel of it. I hated when he touched me, even in mere accident. I sent him an icy glare.

“Watch it, Kuroo.” I said lowly. He chuckled as he directed his attention towards me.

“Doing just that, y/n.” He said, smirking softly. “I wouldn’t want to annoy you any further than you already are.”

“I’d be careful what you say if I were you.” I growled under my breath, walking a little quicker as he stalked along at a lazy pace.

“And whys that, pretty?” He said casually. The words rolled off of his tongue with a delicate ease that made my blood boil beneath my skin. I hated how easily he could tease me, and more importantly, I hated that I let him get away with it.

“Because I know 150 different ways to kill a man with my own two hands.” I grumbled, not even bothering to look at him as I whispered my words with a lethal edge. “I’m not opposed to doing it, either.”

“Please,” he started, rolling his eyes. “If you were going to kill me, you would’ve done it years ago.”

“What’s stopping me from doing it right now?” I said, looking over at him now. His black suit jacket fit him perfectly, growing tighter around his arms as his muscles flexed involuntarily. I hated the way he looked with every fiber of my being, and I had to constantly remind myself that as I continued stealing glances in his direction.

“That fat bounty we should be getting as soon as get back to the safe house is a pretty good reason not to.” He stated, his voice as smooth as velvet. His tone was steady, his facial expressions perfectly articulated to match.

I stayed silent, knowing he was right.

I heard him chuckled again from behind me, but he didn’t tease me for the silence thankfully. I’m not sure what I would’ve done if he had, but it probably would’ve been messier than I would’ve liked, and ridiculously careless.

We walked along still, puddles splashing gently beneath my boots as I walked. It was still softly raining above us, the trickle of it falling to the ground in perfect spiral patterns, decorating the streets elegantly as it pooled beneath my boots. The safe house was in sight now, its soft lighting left on for us and anyone else getting back this late at night after a job. It was protocol, even if it was reckless, it did us well.

Kuroo quickened his pace slightly as he caught light of the building in front of us, I’m assuming he had wanted to get out of my presence just as badly as I wanted out of his. He opened the door for me, ironic, but I still glided in before him, nodding in his direction as a thank-you.

I didn’t even wait after receiving my envelopes for the night. I didn’t even bother reading them. Instead, I slipped the money from one of them into my pocket and stalked off into my room, not caring about bidding goodnight to the man beside me.

Tetsuro had three envelopes, two were missions, one being the bounty we had just received for the job. He smiled to himself as he walked into his room, slipping off his coat and his boots before plopping down at his desk.

He opened the envelope with ease, wanting to see what his next jobs were. He was a little curious when I only received two instead of the three that he had. Normally the pair worked together, but he guessed this time you wouldn’t be involved.

As he tugged out the letter inside with practiced delicacy, he scanned through it quickly. His eyes widened when he read the description that was all too familiar to him, the familiar name at the bottom that he had read in all of his job letters, but not in the same place.

This mission was his alone, and your name was carefully written in bold print at the bottom.

“Fuck…” he mumbled to himself, throwing the letter down on the desk before he could process what he had been assigned to do.

Tetsuro Kuroo had been ordered to kill his business partner.

I slept recklessly that night for unexplained reasons. I couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. Though this feeling normally occurred in the mafia business, it was worse tonight and it was unshakable. I tossed and turned in the sheets, doing my best to get comfortable but feeling no sort of comfort. I groaned, throwing the blankets off of me as sweat beaded down my forehead. Why the hell couldn’t I sleep?

Whose presence was in my room?

I sat up straight, feeling the invisible eyes of the unknown seeping into my soul, watching my every move. Was I going crazy? No, I had done that a long time ago. I knew better than to give into my fear, and I also knew that regardless of the situation, I was safe here at the union.

At least, that’s what I had forced myself to believe while I stayed here.

I had no other place to call home, this had been that place for me since I was little. My father had run the place, provided me a home and hot meals that I didn’t know I needed until I didn’t have them anymore. Back then, I had no idea how they were given to me, and now, I knew painfully how hard they were for him to give.

I also knew now why my father was no longer with me, and why my mother wanted nothing to do with either of us.

Reluctantly, I laid back down in my messy sheets, feeling the cool fabric press against my burning skin in an almost comforting manner. Had I always been this paranoid?

Masked eyes watched through the bleeding darkness, sharply taking in every breath I exhaled, every move I made; yet, they hesitated to make a move themselves.

Did I sense fear in the darkness, or was that a story made up by my mother to steer me clear of the family business?

Soon, I found sleep on my own, shadowed by the company of whoever was lurking in the background.

The sun creeped in through my window between curtains I was sure I had closed last night, but I guess I hadn’t in the rush to sleep. I felt my anxiety ease with the suns glow. The darkness couldn’t overpower me if it wasn’t around to do so. I quickly moved to my desk, opening the letter I had gotten last night that I had neglected to before. If it was of importance, Tetsuro would’ve come knocking on my door earlier this morning. I was thankful he hadn’t, I might’ve killed him if he had.

I ripped the envelope without remorse, chucking the discarded, sticky paper into the bin beside my desk without so much as a glance afterwards. I skimmed through it quickly, getting a description of another group we would be going after tomorrow morning. It was signed and dated intricately, as it always was, and I didn’t bother signing it myself as I slapped it back down onto the desk carelessly.

Tetsuro’s name was signed down at the top like it always was, which was oddly comforting. At least I wouldn’t have to do it alone, even if it was with a partner I couldn’t stand to be around.

That was the lie I told myself every time I read his godforsaken name at the top of every mission I had received.

I slipped out of my room early that morning, jogging around the still empty streets without so much as a care of who was around me, whoever was watching.

Tetsuro hadn’t slept that night either, but for his own reasons that he would be keeping to himself for the rest of his lonely life. He wasn’t proud of himself, but the job told him that he should’ve been.

He was disappointed not only in himself, but in a business that was attempting to take out one of their best employees.

He grumbled as his head finally hit the pillow in the early hours of the morning. He wasn’t proud, but he was grateful that he didn’t have a job the next day, he would at least have time to recover before their next shared mission. He didn’t want to think about it, but it would probably be their last.

Yeah, he really didn’t want to think about that.

His dreams that night were a blur of horrible sights he had collected over the years, except, the only face he could see in any of those sights was yours. It was something he never wanted to witness, and something he knew he’d have to, or he’d lose his own life in response.

He couldn’t determine which outcome he would rather have.

The cold seeped into the safe house like a plague waiting to infect the lot of us. You’d think they would invest in some sort of heating after thirty years of business, but apparently it wasn’t doable.

Either that, or they’d stooped to a new level of carelessness that I hadn’t been smart enough to pick up on.

After a long run, I walked into the board room, plopping down in one of the chairs like I usually did to wait for Tetsuro.

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[lucyt-art]

Kuroo and Mochi 🍡

(Mafia au)

[saipaintsastory]

Take Me to Church

A BoKuro Mafia AU

CW/TW: bondage, mentions of violence, a smidge of attempted murder, a *small* kidnapping, a hint of dubcon, some oral fun and smoking.

My knees ached. No, everything ached. Where am I? My eyelids felt like they weighed a 100 pounds as I tried to open them. I tried to recall what happened, but it felt like my thoughts were slogging through mud and just wouldn’t connect. There was only one dim light in the room, but it stabbed at my eyes like a million-watt bulb. I couldn’t see much, but what I could make out didn’t make sense. I was kneeling on a tatami mat; in a place I didn’t recognize. I tried to move but instead only felt the raw burning of rope biting into my skin around my thighs, my hips, wrists, chest, neck, everywhere, it felt like.

I looked down at myself. Bright red rope snaked around my thighs and calves, up between my legs, caging my body up into a collar at my neck and down around my wrists which were secured behind my back. I was also stark fucking naked. What the fuck is going on? My head was still swimming in a fog as I scanned the room looking for any indication of where I was or why I was tied up and naked.

“It’s about time you woke up. I’ve been waiting forever.” A man’s voice came from the darkness to my left. It was soft, but there was vicious edge to it. I know that voice. Shit. There was a shuffle of fabric, followed by slow, heavy footsteps that had me squirming, ignoring the sting of the rope as it tightened with every movement. I needed to get away before this psycho got to me. I tried to ignore the way it squeezed certain places; the conflicting sensations of pain and fear with unexpected pleasure were overloading my still hazy mind.

A figure stepped into the circle of light and squatted down next to me. The smell of his cologne bringing everything back into sharp focus in my mind, like someone had suddenly dumped cold water over me. My body reacted to the scent before my mind could catch up a moment later. A hint of wood smoke and whiskey trailed behind his cologne and the combination had me swallowing thickly. “I thought you quit smoking those stupid cigars, Bokuto.” I managed to force out, my voice hoarse and gruff.

“Well, you know I love a good Cuban after a victory.” He purred next to my ear. I couldn’t stop the wave of goosebumps the proximity of his voice and the heat of his breath on my neck sent crashing over my body. He stroked my cheek with the back of massive hand before whispering his lips over the shell of my ear, sending a shiver radiating down my spine. “Call me by my name, Tetsurou.” He breathed languidly, my cock filling out rapidly as I gritted my teeth against the sensation.

I tried to jerk my head away, but the rope bit into me, drawing a hiss from my lips and keeping me in too-close contact with the psycho in the suit next to me. Bokuto Koutarou; eldest son of the Bokuto clan, one of the Five Families. Childhood friend of one Kuroo Tetsurou, me, the only son of the Kuroo clan, another of the Five Families. That is, until the assassination of the Ushijima clan’s heir, sent the Families into a civil war. He and I were close once, and my heart ached at the memories that cued up in my mind. Young emotions, trampled under familial duty and forgotten over the years of manipulations and warring factions, all flooded back.

I hadn’t seen him since my father ordered the hit on him and his family three years prior.  I still had the scar above my eye from where he bashed my head in, almost besting me for good that day. He was stronger than I was, always had been, but I was quicker and just barely managed to escape with my life back then. This time though, I was at his mercy.  There was no escaping these ropes.

He stood up, slowly stepping in front of me, unbuttoning his shirt sleeves and rolling up the cuffs, his irezumi peeking out as it wrapped around his massive forearms. I remembered when he first got his ink; how the owl in flight that spanned the width of his broad shoulders was one of the most beautiful works of art I’d ever seen. The pang of longing in my chest made me sneer in response to the thought. As he bent down in front of me, I tried to avoid his bright golden gaze, hoping he couldn’t see the weakness I still had for him.  

“Look at me, Testu.” Bo said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. My eyes flicked to his mouth before I could avert them again. He laughed softly under his breath, the sound almost like the purr of a cat, went straight to my already half-hard dick, making it twitch involuntarily. God dammit. I tried to pull my knees together to give myself some sort of cover, but the ropes pulled so tight, it felt like my whole body was in a vice. “Christ Bo, what the fuck kind of knots did you tie?” I choked out as he continued to stare at me with that piercing gaze of his.

I tried to hold still, knowing if I moved any more, I’d probably strangle myself. Bo loosened his tie, popping the top button of his shirt open with a sigh. I hated myself for the visceral reaction my body had to watching him do these simple things. He leaned forward on his knees reaching a huge hand up to the scar above my eye. “It’s a shame that scarred, though it does lend a certain ruggedness to that face of yours.” He purred and I’d be lying if I said the feel of his touch on my skin didn’t make me want to melt into him. “You almost put me down that day, you know.” He continued and suddenly he wasn’t the rival I was sent to kill, but my oldest friend again.

“Bo I-“ I started, my voice cracking under the pressure from the rope. “What did I tell you to call me?” He interrupted and I looked up at him, a little confused. I couldn’t tell if he was toying with me or pleading with me to be the kids we once were again. His gaze was hypnotic and I couldn’t stop myself from falling into those golden eyes, just like I had as a kid. “Kou…” I whispered, transfixed by his stare. The corners of his mouth twitched up for just a moment before he crashed against my lips.

His kiss was hot and bruising and everything I’d ever fantasized about. His tongue split the seam of my lips and swiped hungrily into my mouth, swallowing the groan that escaped me at the feel of him. His hands cupped my cheeks as his fervent kiss enveloped me, body and soul. I’d wanted this for years. I purposely ignored the tiny nagging in the back of my brain wondering why this was happening now to focus on just how soft his lips really were. An eternity of bliss later, he pulled away with a gasp, pressing his forehead to mine. His hands roamed down my neck to my chest where he wrapped his fingers between the rope and my skin, gripping it painfully tight.

“I was supposed to kill you tonight, you know.” He whispered; his tone softer than before. “But just like you couldn’t do it three years ago, I can’t do it now.” I pulled back to look at him. He knew. He knew I couldn’t go through with it back then. I sighed and slumped as much as the rope would allow. “You knew all this time then?” I asked quietly. He put a finger under my chin tipping it back up to his line of sight. “That you lost that fight on purpose or that you were in love with me?” he asked with just the slightest hint of a smile. I could feel my eyes widen at the words, but before I could reply, he was closing the distance between us. “I’ve always known.” He breathed against my lips before kissing me deeply again.

I lost all semblance of thought as his mouth trailed kisses down across my jaw, down my neck, nipping at my collarbone as his hands slipped up my thighs, fingers gripping my hips in a bruising hold, betraying his own need. His touch was like fire on my skin, leaving every nerve exploding in its wake. A shuddering moan slipped from my lips and his grip tightened as he groaned into the skin of my shoulder. “Untie me, Kou. I want to touch you. Please.” I begged, giving up on all pretense. I felt him shake his head slowly against my skin and a thought crossed my mind; did he feel the same or was this all a sadistic game?

He leaned back to look at me, just as the thought cleaved its way through the heady lust that had pulsed through me a moment before. “I finally have you to myself. I’ve waited for this day since we were teenagers, Tetsu. I knew that was your father’s doing back then and while I’m sure they’re hunting for you as we speak, they’ll never find you here. You’re mine for now.” I watched him pull his tie completely off and rip open his shirt, buttons popping off, landing with soft plips on the mat.

He'd become even stronger, more defined since I last saw him without a shirt. His tattoos gracefully covering a chiseled chest, a large scar crossed his tanned abs and without thinking I tried to lean forward to kiss it. The rope bit into my neck and chest and I whined in spite of myself at the lack of connection. His fingers traced the length of the scar. “Is it stupid that I miss you every time I see this in the mirror?” Bo said quietly and I couldn’t help the smile that came across my lips. “So, you think about me a lot do ya?” I said, cocky tone matching my smirk.

He leaned forward, trailing a long finger down my chest to the knot of rope that sat just above my now dripping cock and I gritted my teeth to keep from begging out loud for him to go further. His lips brushed my ear, his hot breath sending waves of want across every inch of my exposed body. “All the time.” He purred and my hips twitched up reflexively. His fingers slowly moved below the knot, teasingly playing with my pubic hair and the need for him to touch me surrounded me tighter than the ropes that held me in place.

He began slowly kissing down my body. “Tonight’s (kiss) my one (kiss) chance (kiss) to have you (kiss) and if (kiss) you’ll let me (kiss) I’ll have you (kiss) seeing God (kiss).” His words punctuated with white-hot kisses had me trembling by the time he got to my thighs. My jaw ached as I tried with all I could to keep from begging him to touch me. My breath caught in my throat as I felt the lightest trace of his fingers run up the length of my aching cock, slowly swirling around the tip, teasing me in the worst and most delightful way. “So, Tetsu, can I?” he asked, his voice heavy with want. I looked down at him. The sight of those eyes staring up at me, lustful and needy almost made me burst on sight.

“Take me to church, Koutarou.” I exhaled, not caring how desperate I sounded. All the air punched from me as he swallowed me to the hilt, wrapping me in tight, wet, heat. I’d never felt anything so incredible in my life. As he worked me in all the divinest of ways, I slipped away into the gospel of Bokuto Koutarou.

[kat-trisha]

14. “I’ve been hit with Cupid’s arrow.”

Kurotsukki MAFIA!AU (from my fic "Pockerface")

Tsukishima didn't liked St. Valentine's day since high school. The only thing he probably hated more than that was White Day, when he had to ignore the girls' expectant stares. He could have avoided accepting chocolate from them, but Tsukishima wasn't a fool to refuse.

Thank gods, Kuroo was in solidarity with him, so they weren't even going to do anything special today. Moreover, they had a perfectly normal work day today - unlike Bokuto and Akaashi, who had taken the day off and raced off to the mountains - or rather, should have been perfectly normal.

Tsukishima looked angrily through the tinted glass at the heart-stained storefronts, the strolling couples, and hated the day even more with every meter they drove. Because he had screwed up. If he had negotiated more intelligently, the mess wouldn't have started and Kuroo wouldn't have been hit. Yes, just in the shoulder, it's no big deal and he's used to it, but... Tsukishima should have taken more people. Someone else could have gone. Or...

- Hey, - Kuroo poked him in the side with the elbow of his healthy hand. - You know, I've been thinking, and I think it was a cupid's bullet.

Tsukishima was taken aback, blinking several times. Kuroo always confused him.

- Yeah? Who did you fall in love with, that jerk? Too bad I've shot him.

- No, - Kuroo smiled slyly. - With you. After all, I fell into your arms.

- I think you lost too much blood, - Tsukishima stared out the window again, feeling his ears burn.

He found Kuroo's cold fingers and intertwined them with his own. Stupid, stupid holiday.

Thanks @tetsunova for inspiration

[kurose-kurosaki]

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El precio a pagar por Moni Armonica

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[somewherecityroleplay]

                                       Welcome To Somewhere City

A place ruled by drugs, money, and sin. Going back decades many criminal organizations have been permitted to run rampant with the use of powerful Visions, elemental magic that within the last few generations has appeared. However, after decades of unchecked mafia families and a city always in a constant state of concern and fear, the ‘law’ has finally stepped in, as well as those who’d been personally victimized by the mafia, vigilantes began to rise.

Perhaps you are just arriving, or maybe you’ve grown up here all your life. Whatever the case, it is the dawning of a new era in Somewhere City

                 Fandoms:MHA, JJK, SK8, Haikyuu, Genshin, Nu Carnival

[reallyromealone]

Title: accidentally kidnapping the mafia boss

Fandom: haikyuu

Characters: kuroo, bokoto

Fic type: fluff

Pairings: kuroo x reader, akaashi x bokoto

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, slow burn, readers oblivious, choking, threats, bleeding

Notes: want bam

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(Name) Hummed as he dragged a cool vintage luggage chest home on his dolly-- an amazing investment he will always treasure-- having seen it on his way home and running to grab his dolly to get it "damn this things heavy..." (Name) Grumbled as he pulled it carefully up the stairs as to not damage the stairs or break the chest though it seemed sturdy.

"Ok... And into my apartment..." (Name) Mumbled unlocking the door and bringing it in excitedly before moving it to the ground "easy..." He whispered to himself and marvelled at the amazing chest "let's see what's inside" grabbing his trusty chain cutters he kept after neighbor put a lock on (name)s mailbox-- he was still mad at that old fart.

Cracking it open he carefully lifted it to see... "Holy fuck that's a person" (name) noticed the stab marks in the side for air as the man was sweating and exhausted "sir?!" He panicked as he noticed bruises "fuck..." The black haired man was disoriented before looking at the man before him and immediately (name) was on the ground with a hand around his throat "who fuck are you?"

"I... Can... Ask the same..." (Name) Wheezed as he gripped the man's tattooed arm desperately to get it off and the man glared but loosened his grip and (name) gasped "where am I?" The man seethed, looking around the room at the tiny apartment "my apartment, I thought this was a cool trunk and took it home... Wasn't expecting you"

"Shit..." The black haired man stood up slowly and hissed in pain, (name) looked alarmed "dude you're bleeding! Let me get my med kit!" (Name) Immediately scurried off to grab said item as kuroo stumbled to the couch, brief thoughts about its comfort as he rested a bit and tried to sort his thoughts. "ok, so I have hello kitty and pokemon gauze, which one you want" (name) asked and kuroo looked confused "what? Regular gauze is lame"

(Name) Helped him remove his sweaty and tattered shirt before beginning to clean his wound "thankfully they missed any important bits, I can stitch you but you may need a shot of vodka or something" (name) teased as he began patching him up the best he could with the finite skills he had, humming softly as he worked. Kuroo was staring at him intently, why was he so calm? He just found a dude in a chest he brought home! "Aaand there!" (Name) Seemed pleased with himself as he patched up the other, a grin on his face "you should rest for a bit, do you have anyone to call?" (Name) Asked while getting up to walk to the kitchen only a few feet away "uh, yeah..." Kuroo was awkward to say the least.

(Name) Put a few rice balls on a plate and a cup before walking back, setting them infront of him. Pulling out his phone he pulled the call screen up and handed it to kuroo "here, to get your strength up"

Kuroo quickly dialed his right hands number, tapping his foot as it rang a few times "speak"

"Bokoto, it's kuroo" the mob boss said simply and bokotos tone changed "where are you?! I have been looking for you for two days!" The owl like man yelled worried and kuroo looked to (name) "what's your address " (name) perked up at the question"(address)!"

"Who was that?"

"My accidental captor, don't worry the kittens as harmful as a daisy"

"That's good, we will be there in 30"

"Excellent, bring me a new shirt"

"On it!"

Hanging up kuroo signed and (name) let out a small laugh "what's so funny?"

"This is such a weird day!"

"Yeah... It is pretty weird" Kuroo chuckled lowly as he looked at the other "you're weirdly calm for finding someone choking you out" (name) shrugged "I would have been pretty hostile if I was stuck in a trunk for god knows how long and in an unknown place" kuroo looked at the bruising around (name)s neck and frowned, he was too cute to have bruises like that... Well at least in the context they existed in.

Kuroo leaned and gently touched (name)s Adams apple, the reddish bruise forming on his neck in the shape of kuroos hand "sorry about this" he whispered and looked into (name)s eyes as the other man looked back at him. The two were close, very close and kuroo decided he wanted to kiss his little kidnapper.

BAM BAM BAM

"YO KUROO, ITS ME!" Bokoto called from the apartment door, and kuroo grumbled and pulled away "One minute!" The buff man got up and walked to the door, swinging it open to reveal another buff man. "Whose this?" Bokoto asked seriously as he nodded to the cutie on the couch "oh this is... Fuck I forgot to ask your name" kuroo said to the other who just smiled "I'm (name)! Sorry for accidentally kidnapping you!" Bokoto now understood why kuroo called him a kitten, sweet smile and no regards for the dangerous men in the room that could kill him.

"Would you like something to drink?" (Name) Offered and kuroo wanted to laugh at the absurdity of this all as bokoto shrugged and sat on a chair.

"Accidentally got kidnapped by a twink with a nice ass" bokoto teased as he looked at the man preparing drinks and snacks "better grab him before Akaashi spots him" his husband loved cuties like this, kuroo glaring at the concept of his best friend and right hands husband touching (name).

Wait what.

Why did he care?

And that grin on bokotos face said it all, kuroo was into the dumb pretty boy who came in with snacks and drinks.

Kuroo took a bite from his rice ball with a sigh, this was gonna be troublesome.

[cutecatlov3r]

my character ai bots:

bnha-

dabi: toxic bf , mafia au

denki kaminari: your a milf

eijiro kirishima: dying his hair

hanta sero: shotgunning w him

katsuki bakugou: he smells good , mean ass soulmate , ghostface katsuki , rivals to lovers , he’s bad w feelings , your pro hero fiancé , if you die so do i , girl dad

izuku midoriya: corrupting the religious boy

jjk-

gojo satoru: can’t get enough of him , vampire au , wardrobe malfunction , your affair , he’s annoying , his eyes r funny looking

geto suguru: dad’s best friend

nanami kento: healing your daddy issues

yu haibara: he’s gone , he’s sick , he admires his upperclassmen

yuji itadori: your parents hate him , best boyfriend , dorky best friend , he’s delulu , captain of the football team , gossiping w him , older brother’s best friend , you have a bf already but he loves you , your his mentor , shibuya arc

megumi fushiguro: step brother

yuta okkotsu: your a fan , welcoming the new boy , he likes when you pull his hair , he chose geto’s side that day , your best friend

haikyuu-

atsumu miya: your annoying neighbor , he’s drunk

iwaizumi hajime: scolding you after your ex did you dirty

kei tsukishima: he hates you(?)

kotaro bokuto: he’s spiderman , your his fan , emo mode

kenma kozume: streaming wars , cat hybrid , he hates you , he hates brats

hinata shoyo: healing your issues , he got sick , u get ur head hit w a ball

tetsuro kuroo: studying w him

koshi sugawara: he’s your son’s teacher , your coworker , he’s jealous

keiji akaashi: he loves feeding you , the pretty setter

yuu nishinoya: he’s drunk

demon slayer-

sanemi shinazugawa: training w him , your roommate

aot-

eren jeager: smoking weed w him

blue lock-

nagi seishiro: coke head

bachira meguru: you’re his therapist , pervert bachira

death note-

touta matsuda: he has a little crush , admiring his boss

csm-

denji: blood lust , walking home w him , mommy issues

sk8-

reki kyan: he’s a zombie

fairytail:

natsu dragneel: mating season

nanatsu no taizai [seven deadly sins]:

arthur pendragon: your his servant , you saved him , he saved you , your his holy knight

hxh:

kurapika kurta: your loyal to him , it’s only you and him

killua zoldyck: he’s your little brother

the disastrous life of saiki k:

kusuo saiki: he’s self aware , your ordinary

if you have any recommendations on more bots I can do lmk ! i’ll be adding a bunch more :x

[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.

[papayatori]

Chapter one of the Kuroo Mafia fic is out!

[cheriecoke]

❝𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄❞ welcome to kentopedia's love through the ages collab. in honor of another lonely valentine’s day, i wanted to combine my two greatest loves: history and literature! so this is for anyone who wants a passionate romance and loves the aesthetics of the past. because i know that no matter when you live and die, your favs will always choose you ♡

STATUS: CLOSED

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no fandom limitation, but i will cap it off at 2 entries per character (i won’t count mine in that limit!). and you can join as many times as you want.

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bungo stray dogs . . .

nakahara chuuya and post wwii yakuza by @cheriiyaya

nakahara chuuya and the 1800s italian mafia by @osaemu

dazai osamu & fyodor dostoevsky as rival painters in the renaissance by @aureatchi

dazai osamu & fyodor dostoevsky in the trojan war by @fyorina

fyodor dostoevsky and victorian era royalty by @verlainepaul

dazai osamu as a fallen angel by @chuuyrr

jujutsu kaisen . . .

nanami kento and the renaissance by @kentopedia

okkotsu yuta as an edo period samurai by @anqelically

gojo satoru & geto suguru and the medieval period by @flowerpersephone

geto suguru as a nineteenth century vampire by @todorokies

nanami kento and the victorian era by @starsinmylatte

gojo satoru and orpheus and eurydice by @forest-hashira

geto suguru and the american old west by @forest-hashira

geto suguru and phantom of the opera by @mynahx3

geto suguru and ancient greece by @mochimooon

nanami kento and the heian period by @purpleqilinwrites

fushiguro toji as a medieval bandit by @honeybleed

true form sukuna ryomen and ancient greece by @girlwithsharpt33th

okkotsu yuuta and post apocalyptic 1600s by @atsquie

nanami kento as a medieval knight by @mynahx3

nanami kento and the regency period by @kentopedia

nanami kento and ancient japan by @mynahx3

attack on titan . . .

reiner braun as a wwii soldier by @thel0v3hashira143

levi ackerman and the impressionist era by @be-co-me

armin arlert and the early 20th century by @crazychaoticizzy

eren jaeger and the age of piracy by @bloompompom

demon slayer . . .

shinazugawa sanemi and antony & cleopatra by @mitsuristoleme

tengen uzui and the roaring 20s by @forest-hashira

haikyuu . . .

kuroo tetsurō and the space race by @ktsumu

kuroo tetsurō & iwaizumi hajime in regency era inspired japan by @jarjarwinx

persona 5 . . .

akira kurusu and the prohibition era by @clubkira

genshin impact . . .

albedo as a renaissance artist by @clubkira

dainsleif in the greatest showman by @rubysm

blue lock . . .

noel noa and indonesian colonization by

[gaoau]

A(x - 1)² + By² + z² = 1

warnings are listed in each fic already, but for caution as you peruse, fics marked ⚠ indicate discussion of extra graphic topics. ✿ for fluff, ☁ for angst, and for the rest, good luck because i am not helping you ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ)

haikyuu! ᕦ(⇀‸↼‶)૭

The Girl Upstairs — Akaashi Keiji & fem!reader (20 chapters + afterword, 35.8k words) ⚠

A Mother’s Instinct — Yaku Morisuke x fem!reader (11 chapters, 16k words) ✿

is there color in your world? — Suna Rintarou x fem!reader (31 chapters, 43k words) ✿

Kisses At War — Hirugami Sachirou x fem!reader (oneshot, 1k words) ✿

Everyday, Properly — Kita Shinsuke & fem!reader (3 chapters, 1.9k words)

Kill Yourself — Miya Atsumu & fem!reader (3 chapters, 2.6k words)

I Love You(r Words) — Komori Motoya x fem!reader (3 chapters, 2.5k words) ✿

Wicked Witch — Miya Osamu x fem!reader (11 chapters, 24.6k words)

tell your dog i said hi — Hirugami Sachirou & fem!reader (5 chapters + afterword, 6.1k words)

What’s In A Friend? — Komori Motoya & fem!reader (5 chapters, 3.9k words) ✿

theres no calories in birthday cakes — Kuroo Tetsurou & reader (oneshot, 1.2k words) ✿ 🌱

a guide to lunfardo electric boogaloo — Oikawa Tooru & argentine!reader (oneshot, 1.4k words) 🥄

jujutsu kaisen ↜₍^ -༝-^₎

Memories of Summer — Fushiguro Megumi & fem!reader (oneshot, 2.4k words) ☁

He Loves Me Not — Itadori Yuuji & reader (oneshot, 1.7k words)

just thinking… — Kugisaki Nobara x fem!reader (oneshot, 1.5k words) ☁ ⚢

Memories of Winter — Fushiguro Megumi & fem!reader (oneshot, 1.9k words)

diabolik lovers (ꐦ¬_¬)

Whale Fall — Sakamaki Subaru & fem!reader (oneshot, 3.2k words) ⚠

Sugar Stars — Kino x fem!reader (2 chapters, 3k words) ✿

link click \(˚☐˚”)/

Mirror Mirage — Lu Guang & reader (oneshot, 1.6k words)

Be Me, Be You, And Be — Cheng Xiaoshi x m!reader (oneshot, 1.9k words) ⚣ 🦝

good in yellow — Cheng Xiaoshi x reader (3 chapters, 2.6k words) ✿ 🦝

tokyo revengers (×_×;）

Raison d'Être — Matsuno Chifuyu x fem!reader (42 chapters, 79.8k words)

The Lucky Cig Is Yours — Hanma Shuji & fem!reader (2 chapters, 6.4k words)

summer with(out) you — Sano Shinichiro x fem!reader (oneshot, 2.8k words) ☁

Just As It’s Meant To Be — Sano Manjiro (oneshot, 624 words)

it’s so cold — Sano Manjiro & reader (4 chapters, 11.8k words) ⚠

it’s so warm — Kokonoi Hajime x reader (oneshot, 2.6k words)

ペロ — Kokonoi Hajime x reader (oneshot, 5.2k words) ✿ 🐐

Straight-Up — Kurokawa Izana & reader (3 chapters, 9.5k words) ✿ 🫐

it’s (not) fine — Baji Keisuke & reader (oneshot, 4.7k words) ☁

bungou stray dogs ( -_•)︻デ═一

theory of the two demons — Port Mafia & reader (15 chapters, 44.3k words) ⚠⚠ 🫐

if not reason, then the devil — Fyodor Dostoevsky & reader (oneshot, 3.6k words)

tsurune (๑•ᴗ•๑) ⁀➷

tiny frog, big spider — Kisaragi Nanao & fem!reader (5 chapters, 11k words)

earth rots wood — Onogi Kaito & fem!reader (3 chapters, 7.1k words)

genshin impact (╯°^°)╯✧

uncarved wood — Xiao x reader (3 chapters, 3k words) ✿ 🐟

paradox live ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-

don't blame it on the rain — Maruyama Reo & reader (2 chapters, 2.7k words) ✿

beats per minute; up all night — Sugasano Allen x reader (3 chapters, 2.4k words) ✿

one for the family; two for the show — Suiseki Iori x reader (2 chapters, 2.3k words) 🌱

hey, are you still here? — Yatonokami Nayuta x reader (oneshot, 2.4k words) ☁

miscellaneous

ask me about my kisaragi nanao — Kisaragi Nanao (Tsurune) character analysis

evil blunt rotation — Suo Hayato (Wind Breaker) character analysis

blows kiss to the sky for nirei — Nirei Akihiko (Wind Breaker) character analysis

... ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ ✧

[chikaras-garden]

Patience

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

Pairing: mafia!Kuroo x fem!reader

Words: 2.4k

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

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

“You’re lucky I’m patient.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Look at me.”

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

It’s his complete lack of them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He starts laughing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“T-Tetsuro,” you keen, “wanna come.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[shimishimii]

six degrees of separation

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It takes 20 to 500 years for a plastic to break down, and for Kuroo Tetsurou, it takes a month.

He drags his feet towards the door, unlocking it. He rubs his eyes, yawning, must be already 3 pm, but at least he was able to sleep. at least, even for a few hours.

He drags his hand on his face, feeling his stubble, it’s been a few days since he last shaved. You didn’t mind him with this look. You tell him he looks like those mafia men you see on your instagram reels when he is in his suit, and in pajamas, he looks like that burn out dad who takes care of three kindergarteners and a rebel high school daughter. He smiles sadly at the memory.

He looks at the packages at his doorstep. There were a few parcels and a box. His phone chimes.

Order delivered.

Order delivered.

Order delivered.

There was one without notification, the largest. It is a box with the width of his body and a height just below his knee. It did not have the label of the online shopping platform.

It was not something he wanted.

He sees your name from the label of sender.

Maybe it was something he needed.

With both of his hands, he picks up the box, ever so gently, afraid of breaking precious things, something he was not able to do before. He uses his feet to kick the three parcels inside of his apartment.

Kuroo walks around his living room. The box seems like staring at him intently, still unopened on his coffee table. It was a silent testament to everything he had lost and everything he yearned to regain. He couldn't bring himself to open it, afraid of confronting the memories it held within—memories that would only deepen the ache in his heart.

He wants to run to you, apologize a thousand times, but he could not fix what was broken.

He opens the box after almost an hour.

A hoodie, a board game, sleeping mask, other small items. He didn’t mind if you kept these anyway, most of them belongs to you, at least when you were his. Now, there are no reasons for you to keep these, or keep memories of him.

Among the items in the box, he was worried the most on the stack of polaroid photos. Why would also return him the photos of you together?

Was it to remind him what he lost? Was he really out of your life?

His fingers lingered on the photographs, tracing the contours of your smile, the warmth in your eyes. The first photo, marked on the first month you met, when he lets you lean on his shoulders while he plays that game he immediately bought because the main character reminds him so much of you. And when you are not around, at least he could remember you, even in his hobbies.

Second photo, on the fourth month, it’s simply a photo of you together smiling. He remembers how often his friends would pull you whenever Kuroo would get frustrated. Because the frown on his face would slowly disappear, and a wave of bliss would embrace him whenever he sees you.

Third photo, the seventh month, you are in his arms. That was the first time he saw you cry. He wanted to see you cry, not hide them from him. He would like you to feel safe and vulnerable around him, because he was willing to stay through it all.

Fourth photo, the ninth month, in an expensive dinner date where you laughed with him because of his clip-on tie. Kuroo was too nervous that he felt his necktie choking him. Everything about you just makes him nervous.

He picks up the polaroid. And he remembers how everything about you is pretty and all he ever wanted to see you. When he wakes up, and before he sleeps. Your hair, your clothes, and even the makeup styles you try. He wishes he could see you right now, in those unmatching pajamas, with that soft smile on your lips.

Kuroo was willing to give up anything just to spend his day telling how pretty you are, and how much he still loves you.

It was love, as he believed. This feeling. He was satisfied of how things are. Too satisfied he barely noticed the cracks that started to form.

He knows he was at fault. But he is unsure if getting back together would be healthy for both of you. He loved you, but he feared that blindly embracing that love would only lead to more pain than happiness—for both of you.

He feels standing in a road, in the middle of nowhere, as twilight surrounds him, and he has a few hours before the sun hides. Before he becomes lost in darkness forever.

He doesn’t want to lose you. Too bad, he already did.

Kuroo wishes.

hopes.

silently prays.

pleads.

just one sign—

His phone is ringing. A random pop song plays. Your name appears. He reminds himself to visit a temple later and offer his gratitude.

He wastes no time picking up your call.

[Greetings and salutations.]

Kuroo tries to hold his laugh.

[Meet me at this address I will send in a minute. At 7 pm.]

Kuroo was about to say something. maybe apology, or how he misses you. But he stayed silent. His mouth kept shut, like what he did before. He hates himself why he stayed silent that night.

[Oh. And I called, not texted, because this is urgent.]

“Sure, good—”

You ended the call.

Well, at least that was a start, Kuroo thinks.

It’s just 5 pm. But Kuroo, like an anxiety driven teenage boy getting ready for a first date, hurried to his closet to pick an outfit. He pauses for a moment, worried at his own excitement.

Kuroo arrives ten minutes before the agreed time. Just outside of the building. He was confused if he got the address right. Because that building is a law firm. So now you’re suing him?

His attention shifted when he noticed your familiar silhouette. a little girl is in your arms, and you are smiling at a man who is making the girl laugh, in front of a law firm.

His eyebrows furrowed. A computation runs in his mind. The little girl seemed to be 3 years of age based on her height. Were you married and had a family in just a month? He shakes his head, that’s impossible right? He hasn’t moved on yet and you have a family? And why at the law firm?

You turn around and caught the moment his face was still in a frown. You offer a small smile to acknowledge him.

Kuroo walks towards you, but he felt his feet dragging across the sidewalk. His feet feel like sinking in the cement. He looks down to see if it was under construction, but it looks perfectly fine, maybe he was the one who isn’t.

“We can talk in my office, it’s cold out here.”

Kuroo only nods at the man who spoke, trying his best not to look at your direction. He can’t look at you, even how much badly he wants to.

Once you were all settled into the office, a stern-looking man maybe in his early 30s, began to speak.

"Thank you both for coming on such short notice", he started, shuffling some papers on his desk.

Hmm, so he is a lawyer. Kuroo looks at the nameplate on his table.

"As you might have guessed, we're here to discuss the future of little Rika." the lawyer says before Kuroo could overthink the possibility of you suing him for breaking your heart. And even if you did sue him, he would immediately say he’s guilty.

Kuroo glanced at you, but your face was unreadable. The furrow on his eyebrows deepened. But after seeing Rika, he felt a sense of relief that you don’t have a daughter, or husband, and was not married at all. But Kuroo was still confused at the situation.

You try to ignore Kuroo’s stares. Calling him was already a life-threatening risk you took earlier. Sure, you kind of moved on. But you can only feel you are over it when he is not around.

"The deceased named both of you as the primary guardians in the event of her untimely death. That's why Rika is here." The lawyer gestured towards the child who was currently occupied with a coloring book on a nearby table.

“Deceased? Guardians?” Kuroo asks. “I think I’m missing something” He looks at Rika then you, “a lot actually.”

Without looking at him you reply, “Reiko had an accident this morning.”

“Reiko? you mean our neighbor?” Before Kuroo could even correct the word ‘our’, you nodded.

Reiko was your neighbor but moved out a month ago. Your friendship began after complaining to the landlord who asks payment for rent more than what has been written in the contract. As a single mom, Reiko was struggling to balance her time too. Because of that, you and Kuroo would offer to babysit Rika during afternoons so Reiko could rest.

You were not able to tell her that you and Kuroo broke up. You felt that Reiko was getting busy trying to look for a daycare for Rika. You only told her Kuroo was busy and only you could babysit Rika for the past few weeks.

“The funeral was brief.” you took a deep breath before continuing, “you know she had no family, her late husband was also an orphan, there’s no one—no one else for Rika” the last line was almost a whisper, you tried your best to hide the crack in your voice.

Kuroo felt a pang in his chest.

You have not yet accepted the grief. After your struggles, you felt your emotions getting locked. Your body felt stiff and freezing after hearing the doctors declare her death but could only cry after realizing Reiko was not simply sleeping and was actually gone. Your tears were able to release the pain you felt but you were unable to face the reality of losing someone. Someone you trusted, cared, loved.

“I want to help as much as I can” Kuroo says, hesitancy present in his tone. "…but we're not actually together anymore," Kuroo blurted out, his eyes darting between you and the lawyer.

Kuroo fidgets with his hand, "And I... I’m not sure about raising a child."

The lawyer gave a small nod, "I understand your concerns, Mr. Kuroo. But the deceased had clearly stated in her will that both of you were her first choice. She trusted you two."

"But there must be other options, right? Does she have any relatives? What about adoption?" Kuroo asked, desperation seeping into his voice. It’s not like he doesn’t want to take care of Rika, who is now looking at him with curiosity.

Kuroo has been questioning himself a lot lately. He was not able to take care of you to make you stay. He was lacking in all dimensions not just a boyfriend, but as a person too. How could he even know he can take care of a child?

He can take care of Rika, provide her needs, give her love and attention. But he feels broken himself.

Kuroo is afraid to raise a child when he himself is also just a child who needs to grow up.

"Adoption is indeed an option," the lawyer said, his voice calm and steady, "but it's not the ideal situation. The transition for the child can be quite difficult, and she would have to adjust to a completely new environment. Besides, she knows you two. You're familiar to her. That's a comfort."

Your mind was running different trails of thought. Reiko, who became your best friend, is really gone. You feel your heart clenching for Rika, who lost her mother at a young age. Most importantly, you want to take care of Rika, regardless of being with Kuroo or not.

Kuroo looked at you and Rika then, pleading in his eyes. "We could try, for Rika’s sake," he suggested, almost begged. "We could...we could figure this out. Together?” he sounded so unsure.

You were silent most of the time, only responding to the lawyer through nod and shrugs.

Rika walks towards you, drawing hearts on your palm. As if she was giving her heart in your hand.

"Let's do it," you said, surprising Kuroo. He looked at you, his eyes wide with surprise and disbelief. "We owe it to Reiko,” you hold Rika’s little hands, “and to Rika."

The lawyer nodded, seemingly pleased with your decision. "That's a wise decision. I'll prepare the necessary papers and we'll have to go through a few legal procedures. In the meantime, you two should decide on the living arrangements."

Kuroo nodded, his mind racing with questions and worries. He glanced at you, and you gave him a small smile. It was a smile of reassurance, of understanding. It was a smile that told him, no matter what happened before or what the future holds, you are now in this together. And that gave him the strength he needed.

As you left the office, Kuroo took a look back at Rika who is now in your arms. She was looking at the stars that filled the sky, oblivious to the changes happening around her. He felt a strange sense of responsibility towards her. And he knew, at that moment, that he would do everything he could to make her feel loved and safe.

For the first time since you met tonight, you met his gaze.

And for a moment, just a moment, Kuroo thought he saw a flicker of hope.

As Kuroo and you separated ways, the future remained uncertain. You had agreed to raise Rika together, but where did that leave your relationship?

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hello lovely hoomans! I hope your day is as beautiful as you. this chapter reminded me of the people I miss, lost, and the relationships I want to fix. it's sad how love feels stronger and painful when the people you love are no longer there

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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

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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

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