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animeyanderelover · 4 years ago

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Yandere Nekoma Hc’s

Tetsurō Kuroo (Aged Up)

⚫️Kuroo is overprotective and lovestruck. That guy might come over as very rough and intimidating, not to mention that he’s tall, and knows that as well. Good chance that even the s/o felt nervous around him due to that and that’s honestly the last thing he would ever want his darling to be. He’s after all very soft and gentle with them. He’s also to a huge extent very worried about them and often offers to do things for them because he feels scared that they might get hurt in the process. He’s aware, but different from many others he doesn’t see the big problem in it. He’ll hold himself as good as possible back and everything will be just fine.

⚫️Kuroo is also possessive and can be a stalker yet also be very clingy. He was most likely a stalker before making them officially his, protecting them from the distance. But after he made you his, you were his and as such Kuroo made it clear to everyone that they better stay away from you, bringing his point even more clearly over by being very touchy with them. He has to show what is his after all. He’s also manipulative. He’s very observant of his darling due to his overprotectiveness and can be a huge charmer if he wants to be, often telling his darling to just lay back and let him do whatever they were about to do.

⚫️It depends on who they’re talking to. If it’s family, their closest friends or Kenma he’s surprisingly fine with it. But with his other teammates and other people in general he isn’t that kind. They better fuck off right now.

⚫️Kuroo can be incredibly provoking and even more intimidating if he wants to be. He would in general often somewhat tower over his s/o to make sure that no pathetic being dares to flirt or harm them. He’s ready to threaten everyone he thinks of danger since he has good intuitions. Pray for those who manage to summon hell’s rage upon themself because they’ll die like an animal.

⚫️Hopefully his s/o moves in willingly with him because Kuroo refuses to leave his darling alone for too long. It’s one of his biggest dreams to live with you together and marry you later on and he isn’t someone to give easily on his dreams up. And you not moving in with him would kind of make his dream impossible, wouldn’t it?

⚫️Many students tend to make a bit fun of him when seeing how Kuroo acts around you. He’s such a softie, a side that not many people see often from him. What they don’t understand is that it’s these lovely gazes, this softness he has for you is what makes him so much more willing to be very forceful if he has to be. It’s not like many people dare to make a move on you or upset you in the first place since they heard the rumors of Kuroo threatening everyone who dares to harm his kitten. He’ll keep them safe and warm in his arms.

Nobuyuki Kai (Aged Up)

🪨Kai is aware of his not normal feelings, trying to keep a firm grasp on them so he won’t lose control and hurt other people. He’s also a very calm and self-controlling Yandere, meaning that he doesn’t only try, most of the time he succeeds to control his feelings, something to acknowledge.

🪨He’s also a bit on the overprotective side. We had and will have far more worse overprotective cases in here so he’s very easygoing in comparison. His s/o is free to do many things on their own, but that still doesn’t mean that he won’t be worried over them, in some way always looking after them.

🪨Kai is a very respectful Yandere, trusting you enough that you won’t try anything with other people. He also has trust in other people. Most of the time he stays somewhere near and watches quietly. If someone does prove to be a flirt there are two different stages about how he would interact with them. At first he’ll introduce himself as your boyfriend, trying that every attempt they’ll pull to charm their darling will be fruitless. If someone still doesn’t get it that’s the point where he’ll become jealous.

🪨With this guy there’s little to no chance that he’ll try anything at all since he possesses amazing self-control. He’ll rely more on warnings and even the police if someone gives him a bad feeling. Killing would be only used as a last resort for him.

🪨Kidnapping is another unlikely thing with him. He wouldn’t even force you to move directly in with him. He’ll of course ask, but will accept it if his darling is still too awkward about it. He wants them to be comfortable around him. The furthest he would go is being a bit more forceful about his tries to make them stay in their house and that would happen rarely when he knows that they’re about to do something stupid.

🪨Kai isn’t much of a big talker, probably a bit around you. But overall he would rely more on quality time. It’s always refreshing to have a less intense Yandere and with Kai a most likely normal relationship will be lead. He’s very polite, respects private space and even the fact that you want to have other people in your life as well.

Morisuke Yaku (Aged Up)

🍀Yaku is the aware and overprotective type. Now he isn’t that aware like some others since he tends to have delusional mood swings from time to time by trying to justify the dark thoughts in his mind, giving him times when he’s more aware and times when he’s more delusional. He’s also very overprotective even though there are still far more worse Yanderes in that category. He isn’t necessarily that overbearing, but with many activities his darling does he’ll find himself interfering and telling them to let him do it.

🍀Yaku is also the lovestruck one. This is actually where his delusional side comes from. He just tends to tell himself that he is just very deeply in love with his darling and that’s why he feels that intense emotions. He’s also an obsessive Yandere who wants to know about everything his darling does. He can also be manipulative, more likely when in his delusional mindset. He only does this to keep you safe.

🍀It really depends on who his darling talks with. Normally he has confidence in himself and a somewhat good string of patience. However, it was also seen that he’s insecure about his height so I expect him to become somewhat uncomfortable when you talk with people that are taller than him. Funny thing is that the moment someone mentions his height he’ll snap. I mean, Kuroo called him for a reason “demon senpai”. He can be short-tempered if he wants too. I also believe that he would be extremely jealous when you talk to Lev.

🍀His problems are his delusional mood swings he undergoes every once in a while. Because they make him think that everything he does is alright because it’s done in the name of love. He has of course a boundary that needs to be overstepped in order for him to do something, but then there’s no way out for the other person. He would rely heavily on manipulating a person without them even realizing that he does so, making them feel worthless.

🍀It’s a tug war behind his aware and delusional sides. On the one hand he knows that kidnapping is wrong and not healthy in a relationship. On the other hand maybe it’ll help them realizing his love? The argument will keep him from actually doing it for a very long time. But if they start avoiding him or there’s the danger that they might be taken away by someone else, he’ll act on impulse on demand of his delusional side.

🍀Someone like him is a wild card since there are moments where he’ll be more reasonable and understanding and moments where he’ll be more stupid, especially when it comes to his darling’s safety. Overall Yaku would be a very doting and sweet boyfriend to have since he loves you just so much. Lev most likely teases him about this on a daily base, but for once Yaku won’t protest. It’s true after all, he’s a sucker for you.

Taketora Yamamoto (Aged Up)

🔺Taketora was at the beginning a huge stalker. It was shown that he’s really shy when it comes to talking to someone he finds pretty, not having enough courage at the beginning to walk over to them and spark a conversation with them. He’s also a lovestruck and worshipper Yandere. For the time being he settled with adoring and gushing over them from a safe distance, never remembering to have seen so much perfection before.

🔺After successfully courting them, most likely with the help of his team, he became a clingy Yandere. Because after getting over the first shock of really just having become your boyfriend, he became pretty confident in himself and always stays somewhere near his darling. Obsessive and overprotective, there’s nothing in his eyes about his s/o that isn’t perfect and he’s very protective, not wanting them to get hurt in any way possible.

🔺He’s very easily riled up and he himself should know that the best. But he also knows when he should stay out of it in order to not make his darling mad. He does know after all that they have other people who are important to them as well. He doesn’t like that very much, but is accepting of that fact. So when it comes to friends he’ll hold himself back for as long as he can. But if he sees someone other near them? That’s the wit’s end and you all remember how he acted together with Nishinoya and Tanaka around others in order to keep Kiyoko safe, right? That’s him when you’re walking down the school hall.

🔺Taketora is more the type to yell and curse and probably give someone a harsh kick in the ass instead of doing something like this. He’s a hothead, sure, but he isn’t very brutal or anything like this. He hopes that a good punch in the gut is enough to make someone stay away.

🔺He would be very pushy when it comes to him and his s/o moving in together, yet would prove to have some sort of patience when they aren’t ready yet. As I said, he knows when it would be wiser for him to hold back. Forcing them into anything is something he hates more than anything. The only time he would become forceful is when his darling is drifting away from him or someone is threatening them.

🔺He’s a true hothead and tends to become really loud when it comes to other people. But he isn’t that dangerous since he isn’t a very vicious person. He wants to come over all that intimidating to make others stay away from you, but he’s in reality pretty putty in your hands. And whilst he’s definitely after making you his very confident about himself, his more timid side tends to come out from time to time, for example when he gives you a present.

Kenma Kozume (Aged Up)

🐱Kenma is a stalker and obsessive one. When it comes to interacting with other people Kenma is not very talented, especially when it comes to talking to his obsession. He’s far more better in watching from a safe distance. Kenma is scared that his darling might not like him, together with his shyness the biggest reason why he doesn’t want to approach them. But when it comes to following them on social networks, he’s a huge stalker, hanging hours in front of his mobile and scrolling through their pages and probably the one or other photo he took himself from them.

🐱But once he gets his shit together and approaches them and even confesses, god knows how he did it, but Kuroo played most likely a huge part in it, he becomes clingy and to a certain extent very needy. There aren’t many people he sees as really closely, his only friend being Kuroo. So Kenma is really touchstarved and often likes laying down with you and playing one of his games. Kenma is also manipulative and lovestruck. You’re most likely his first love and he never really expected to be that passionate about something like he is with you. That makes him the slightest bit possessive over his s/o. It’s something new for him, but for that he simply adores you. He’s very analytical with his surroundings and people and put together with his obsessive tendencies and more lazy behavior makes a very talented manipulative Yandere. He doesn’t use it that often, only if he has the feeling that he has to step in.

🐱Kenma will stay back for a simple reason. Because he prefers to keep quiet and stay somewhere in the distance. He was never very social and will never be. But he is very jealous, his self-doubts never fully leaving him. His jealousy is visible in another form. He stares holes in the other person. And whoever you’re talking too, they’ll feel it as well. They’ll feel this nasty prickling sensation, drilling in the back of their neck. And as soon as they turn around they’ll be met with those cat-like golden eyes, an intensity in them that could lit a fire. It takes unnerving to another level and afterwards Kenma would be very clingy.

🐱As a manipulative Yandere Kenma does it in the way he’s best with. Ruining someone by cyber bullying and blackmailing them. By the love of god, do not underestimate this guy just because he’s more reversed than others. He is truly scary when his limits are pushed. It’s something you don’t want to go through.

🐱There are very less people Kenma wants to have in his life and you’re the person he has to have. But surprisingly he is okay if you don’t want to move in with him. He’s fine, just give him his required 18 hours cuddling a day with you and he’s fine. In that case you might just as well move in with him because he’s ready to use manipulations if he doesn’t get the needed time with you.

🐱Kenma is surprisingly more dangerous than many would give him credit because he’s a highly manipulative Yandere. Not necessarily to you if he doesn’t have to, but more to others. The problem with Kenma is that people only see the antisocial boy instead of the genius behind that mask. Not only that, but Kenma needs to spend at least 18 hours a day with you since he’s very clingy. And that guy can cuddle for hours straight and will not let go.

Shōhei Fukunaga (Aged Up)

💭Fukunaga is the obsessive, stalker and aware Yandere. He’s a very quiet person, not speaking unless needed to and nearly never changing his expression, almost looking like he’s unfazed by what’s going on around him. That made him a ideal stalker at the beginning, also feeding on his obsessive tendencies like this. He felt somewhat ashamed of his feelings and didn’t want to talk to his s/o at the beginning because of it, just watching from the distance. Not many will accuse him of stalking, simply because he almost looks so casual whilst doing it. He just happens to bump every once in a while into his darling.

💭Fukunaga is also the lovestruck guy and it’s after he and his darling became a pair obvious to his whole team. Why? Rather simple. Because he has an expression on his face when seeing them or being next to them. There’s always this certain spark in his eyes and he almost seems excited whenever they’re near him.

💭It’s hard to tell when he’s jealous because he never shows much expression. You could talk for a long time without even realizing that he’s really jealous. Fukunaga has some sort of patience and doesn’t monopolizes your time that much. His darling can talk to people, they have the right to do that. But there is a time where he’ll start feeling impatient, a slight expression of annoyance flickering over his face. He suddenly starts looking dissatisfied and that’s the point where he will do something because too much is too much.

💭Fukunaga is very silent and that makes it difficult to tell someone when they should start fearing for their life. And the silent ones are a very dangerous type. They don’t give a warning and no sign that the other person is finished for. It counts for him as well. Fukunaga has some sort of understanding for other people, but that doesn’t mean that he’ll let everything slip by.

💭As I said, he doesn’t monopolize his s/o’s time too much. He has a certain requirement of hours he wants to spend with them, but he also has his own things to do just as they have. But the thought of moving in together does make him excited and he would bring that fairly often up to his darling. But he wouldn’t do something like this unless he knows something will go terribly wrong if he doesn’t.

💭Fukunaga was never the very talkative type to begin with and it will not change very significantly, that’s just how he is. But he’ll surely have a lot more expressions on his face than normally. He’s somewhat of an open book around you since his face tells all his feelings. He’s very encouraging and cheering if you’re feeling down because something went wrong. He’s more easygoing when it comes to this relationship.

Sō Inuoka (Aged Up)

🎆Inuoka is the delusional and lovestruck Yandere. He never thinks of his feelings as something wrong, only seeing it as a sign that you must be his one true love since he even has more sinister thoughts in his mind. But we don’t want to talk about this now, do we? He refers more to the huge amount of love he has for them. He feels like he suffocates in thoughts about his s/o, but at least he would die a pretty death then. But he’s a more delusional one since he would get it if you don’t like him. He won’t give up though.

🎆Inuoka is also the clingy and obsessive Yandere. He’s constantly all the time by his darling’s side, always trailing behind them and happily chatting with them. And whatever his darling does, he’ll memorize it for eternity, every small habit. He might not be the smartest, but he for sure remembers all their likings and dislikings.

🎆Inuoka is very pouty and jealous, a reaction that can be viewed as very cute since he isn’t creepy, violent or annoying like some others. So what’s the issue here? It happens too often, to be specific when you talk longer to someone than a minute. Then he gets all whiny and pouty, grabbing your arm and trying to pull you away from the other person.

🎆That guy honestly is way too cheerful to kill anyone, that’s what many would think. And in about 90% of the cases that is true. He is too bright to kill someone. However, even the brightest soul can turn into something malicious if the right buttons are pushed. And the bouncy ones like him can become the scariest if it comes down to it.

🎆He might be a bit too intrusive, especially when it involves the topic moving in together. And every time his s/o refuses, he would become all sulky and upset. But despite all of that, he would never kidnap them since he would hate being the reason why you’re upset. So despite being delusional he wouldn’t take you unless something terrible would happen to you.

🎆Inuoka is a very energetic boy and honestly want to only make you laugh and smile and be the reason for it. He’s highly affectionate and will always express his love in the form of a lot of cuddles and kisses. He has to show people that you two are happy after all. Would do literally everything to cheer you up if you should be sad.

Lev Haiba (Aged Up)

🦁Lev is clingy and obsessive. That guy honestly can’t leave his darling alone for too long, not even longer than a few minutes if we want to be clearly, and gets all whiny and pouting when they aren’t there and his teammates are the ones who’ll have to suffer under his complains then. That guy has a keen interest on what his darling is into and what they like to do. He doesn’t have a very huge sense of private space and would even be the type to scroll through their phone to find more out if he should find out their password.

🦁He’s also overprotective, delusional and lovestruck. Let’s get one thing clear, that guy here loves you. You’re his princess/prince. And for that simple reason he wouldn’t want his little dove to get hurt in even the smallest way. He also thinks that you two would make quite the dream couple, believing that you and him would be the happiest you could be if together. That’s why he tries to help you understand that you and him should become definitely a thing. He’s also a very needy one, almost like a child.

🦁People who don’t know Lev tend to not make any moves on you because they often think that Lev is due to his height and piercing eyes a very scary and serious boy. That couldn’t be further from the truth, but that’s what most people think. Other people who know him tend to stay away since Lev makes it obvious that you and him are a couple by the gigantic amount of PDA he does. He’s a very jealous boy and would afterwards complain to whoever made him jealous that they should stay away since because of them you ignored him. It’s more childish and can take a while, another reason why many people try to not make him jealous. Not only that, but Lev is very blunt about what he says and whilst never meaning anything bad, he can offend people like this.

🦁Lev has little to no reasons to kill someone, his childish side playing a huge part in it. He’s a very forgiving guy and doesn’t hold grudges for too long as long as someone didn’t mess up too much. Because that’s where he’ll begin to waver. It’s honestly never good to make such nice guys decide to finish someone off because I already said it before, the cheerful and childish ones are the most unnerving ones when they kill.

🦁Lev makes himself quite often comfortable in your house, ignoring if you want him or not. If you don’t move in with him, he’ll just move in with you. Easy as that. Lev doesn’t even realize it really what he does sometimes since he thinks it’s all for his darling. So if he does lock them in, then only because they were about to do something stupid.

🦁Lev is a baby. A very, very, very tall baby, but still a baby. He’s most of the time very blunt about his feelings and always says what’s on his mind which can be very embarrassing from time to time. His enthusiasm regarding your and his relationship can also be very crushing and tiresome because he often wants to do things with you to strengthen your bond you might not be in the mood to. Not only his incredible clingyness, he’s like a cuddly kitten.

Yūki Shibayama (Aged Up)

🟥I didn’t see too much of him so I hope it’s alright. Shibayama is a aware and overprotective Yandere. He’s from a very early stage on aware of his feelings, not sure at the beginning how what to think about this, but also knowing that it’ll be as good as impossible to reject those feelings now. Shibayama is a very caring boy and for that also very concerned about many things regarding his s/o. Whilst letting them do things on their own, he reminds them always to be careful.

🟥Shibayama is also a manipulative and possessive Yandere. His feelings will eventually lead him to the point where he isn’t willing to back down anymore, determined to make sure that he and his darling grow old together. He might be more shy, but he won’t let anything destroy this dream of his. With his manipulations he is more subtle, only using them when he thinks it’s necessary. He’s very gentle and for that reason his darling won’t notice at first that he’s actually planting thoughts into their mind that’ll lead them to thinking a bit more like he does.

🟥Shibayama isn’t someone who would say that he gets very easily jealous. But he would be proved to his own surprise very wrong, discovering he actually does get jealous faster than expected. The thing that holds him back here is a.) his awareness, and b.) his shyness.

🟥He’s shy, yes. He is lucid, yes. He tries to see everything from the perspective from the other person, yes. Does he still get his hands dirty if necessary? Yes, very much if he has to. Shibayama is very determined and serious when it comes to keeping you out of harm’s way. He would approach it in two ways. The first one is manipulating and blackmailing, destroying the other person a bit. And after that the second phase begins, getting rid of them.

🟥Shibayama wouldn’t be very happy if he would have to kidnap his s/o, wanting a normal relationship, at least as normal as possible for him. Now that doesn’t mean that he won’t resort to cheap tricks if he has to. He has firm expectations on himself, wanting to achieve his goals for which he is ready to do more inhuman things.

🟥Shibayama might be more horrifying than many might think, simply he is driven by an ambition to keep you by his side for the rest of his life and is ready to become cruel to ensure that it will happen if he sees himself forced. But he would also try his hardest and best to make you happy and feel loved. When with you he’s still surprisingly shy and also very gentle. He honestly just wants a happy and love filled relationship with you.

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seiyasabi · 4 years ago

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Утешение (Consolation)

(This is a Yandere Lev Haiba x Female Reader comfort story :))

TW: Stockholm Syndrome, reader has a menstrual cycle, mentions of past kidnapping, time skip (he’s a model at this time w his own flat), he kinda treats you like a baby, he and you have a bath together, !no NSFW, etc..

I’m sorry if this sucked haha, my interpretation of Lev is probably not very accurate :)) Also, I am also a person of Eastern European/Japanese descent, so my ethnicity joke at the end is one I use a lot. Please do not take offense :)))

“Come on, Kitten, get in the bath tub for your Lyovochka,” The large grey haired man coos at you from his place by the shower. This morning, you awoke to harsh cramps and a small pool of blood, causing you to break down in tears. You’d stained your pretty, lilac sheets, along with the white jumper your cat-eyed lover had given you, “Don’t be sad, didn’t I promise that I’d get you new sheets and-“

“But I ruined your sweater. Aren’t you mad at me?” More tears bead your (colour) eyes, your bottom lip wobbling slightly. Lev gasps at your words, quickly shutting off the warm water he was drawing into the tub.

“Not at all, Kitty!” He got to his feet in mere seconds, suddenly materialising in front of you, his large hands cupping your face, “I can get many sheets and sweaters, but there’s only one of you. My pretty baby can’t control this-“

“But I should’ve known it was coming! I always keep track of it, but I forgot-“ He shushes you kindly, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“You worry too much. Do you think your Lyovochka can’t provide you with new sheets and a jumper?” You shake your head, eyes widening at the thought of insulting your doting kidnap-boyfriend.

“No! No I don’t mean it like that-“

“Then there’s no need to worry your pretty, little head. When I go to my next shoot, I’ll stop at the store and buy you cute things. Now, let’s get you into the bath before the water turns cold,” He shucks your clothing off of your body, before guiding you to your expensive, white tub.

“Thank you, Lev. You’re always so good to me,” The grey haired man helps you sit in the warm water, he presses a chaste kiss to your lips, shooting you a cheesy grin.

“Anything for my Smurf,” You send him a playful glare, causing him to giggle like a schoolgirl. Covering his face with both hands, he puts on a high-pitched voice, “Turn away, I don’t want you to see me naked,” You splash some water at him, drawing a small yelp from his grinning lips, “Whoa, my Kitty is very feisty today.”

Both of you giggle happily whilst he undresses, his lithe form being exposed quite quickly. You look away when he takes off his drawers, keeping your eyes closed until you feel him slide into the large tub behind you. He presses a button on the side of the tub, turning on the jets. Lev’s long arms wrap around you, holding you close to his broad chest. You rest your head on his left pec, and his hands knead the flesh above your aching uterus.

Sighing in content, you allow yourself to relax. He hums a song to you quietly, rocking you back and forth. Placing a chaste kiss on your neck, the both of you bask in each other’s presence.

“I’m so proud of you, Kitten. You’ve come so far, and you make me so happy,” Freezing up slightly, you try to push down the memories of the past year.

You used to watch him play when the both of you were in school, but after graduation, you hadn’t seen him for a long time. Whilst he became a model, you’d become a makeup artist. It was a shock when you ended up working together for a fashion show, but it allowed you two to rekindle your friendship.

That’s what it was. A friendship.

Until, it wasn’t.

The two of you became friends, yes, but that was as far as your unprofessional relationship went. You’d hung out together at each other’s apartments, gone shopping together, etc., but that was usually with other people.

That is, until he had a Time Magazine interview.

During that interview, he’d said you were his girlfriend. That was news to not only the rest of the world, but also to you.

You were now his regular makeup artist, so you were there during the filming of his interview. Hearing this, the interviewer called you out to the stage, practically shoving questions down your throat. You tried to correct the situation, but everyone thought you were shy.

So, when the filming was over, Lev was able to force you into his Tesla under the guise of you two discussing what just happened.

Long story short, he succeeded in keeping you in his flat, not allowing you out unless it was for a gala or something of that sort. But, by that time, the cat-eyed man was able to manipulate you into submission.

Who would hire you if he slandered you?

What would you do if he used his money to hurt your loved ones?

It was much easier to give in, so you did.

Now, here you are, being pampered by an obsessed model.

A particularly harsh squeeze to your sore muscles brought you out of your stuper.

“-Kitty? Did I say something wrong?” He pouts, even though you can’t see him.

“I’m sorry, Lyovochka. I was flustered,” Lev reaches a hand to your warm cheek, and gives it a delicate pinch.

“Awe, you’re so cute! This is why you need your Lev. Without me, you can’t even think straight!” He wraps his arms around you tightly, one of his forearms pressing against your breasts, and the other one around your stomach. Squealing slightly, you try to push his hand away from your abdomen.

“Lyo! Be careful, you’ll-“

“My cute ketchup packet! I love you so much!”

“I love you too! But, can we start the actual bath now? I feel greasy,” He quickly releases you from his hold, and grabs a cup on the stand beside the tub.

“Of course! I’ll wash your hair for you!” He dips the cup into the turbulent water, before he pours it carefully onto your hair.

“Are you sure that You’re able to?” You ask him teasingly with a smile, causing him to nod eagerly.

“Silly girl, I wash your hair every bath time,” He smooches your forehead, before proceeding with your wash routine.

Washing the remnants of product from your hair, he quickly pours his two-in-one soap onto his head, and haphazardly rubbing it around.

“Lev, what on Earth are you doing?” You can’t help but laugh whilst watching this ridiculous scene, “I can’t believe a professional model is using two-in-one in my presence. I feel like this is illegal-“

“Don’t Report me to Ren! He’ll skin me!” Lev whines. Ren is his hairstylist, and you can only imagine how he’d react.

“Then put on some conditioner too! Make sure you scrub your scalp-“

“Can you do ur for me?” He bats his eyes at you teasingly, a hopeful smile on his thin lips. Rolling your (colour) eyes, you nod.

“Fine! Only because I no longer have painful cramps,” He cheers happily, before seating you on his muscular thighs, practically forcing your hands into his thin hair.

With (light/heavy) hands, you scrub at his scalp vigorously. He sighs happily, leaning into your touch. Your chest is pressed against his, and the bloat of your tummy presses against his muscular stomach.

Once his head is soaped enough, you grab the previously discarded cup, and fill it with water. Once full, you slowly pour the warm water on his head, your finger running through his soft locks to wash out the soap at a faster pace.

Lev’s practically purring at this point, leaning his entire weight onto your hands. Scolding him slightly after he almost knocks you over, you grab your conditioner, and squeeze a small pile onto his hair. Smoothing it into his hair, he preens at your attention.

“Even when you’re in pain, you still take care of me. You’re the best person I know,” He kisses your nose, nuzzling his head into your neck.

“Lyovochka! You’re putting your hair stuff on my face! I’m gonna break out!” The both of you laugh once more, before he places a cool hand over your bloated tummy.

“Yeah, you’re the best of the Smurfs,” You pinch him for that, “I’m so happy that we’ll be together forever.”

You tilt your head in mild confusion at the connotation of his words, only to notice a small velvet box on the soap stand next to the tub. Gasping quietly, he laughs at your shocked expression. Using his free hand, he reaches behind you, and grabs the box. Flicking it open with his forefinger and thumb, he smiles down at you with tears in his eyes.

“(Your Name), would you make me the happiest man in the world, and become the Ponyo to my Sosuke? The Rasputin to my-“ You shut him up with a kiss, and a bright smile on your pretty face.

“Yes, yes! I love you Lev, and I’d love to marry you!” His features show his disbelief in you saying yes. He figured he’d need to wait a bit for you to be more compliant, but boy was he wrong!

He didn’t realise that you gave up a long time ago.

He didn’t realise that you figured out that using him would warrant more freedoms, more press interviews, more people to notice his unhealthy behaviour when it comes to you.

But he will. One day he’ll come crashing down like a tower of glass, and you’ll be the one who has the sledgehammer.

#yandere haikyuu #yandere haikyuu imagines #yandere lev #yandere lev haiba #lev x reader #lev haiba x you #yandere haikyuu x reader #tw stockholm syndrome

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seijorhi · 4 years ago

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Lev pretending to be innocent in front of the reader but is actually her stalker with those cat eyes. He asks help from her and they gradually get closer until he gets her all alone in her apartment under his care

Absolutely! Lev is prime stalker material 👀 poor reader

Lev Haiba x Reader

TW stalking, manipulation

Harmless

“Don’t you think he’s just a little… I don’t know, creepy?” your best friend murmurs in a pointed tone, stirring the sugar into her coffee.

You bite back a sigh - it’s a conversation you’ve had countless times before and it always ends the same way. You defend Lev, chastise your friend for her paranoia and distrustful nature and eventually she relents with an unconvincing ‘if you say so’.

“He’s harmless, honestly - Lev wouldn’t hurt a fly and he’s actually very sweet once you get to know him. I don’t know why you’re so against him. He’s a good friend.”

She huffs, taking a slow sip of her drink before she replies. “Well for one, he’s like an overgrown shadow. I swear, every time we’re out together we always seem to just magically run into him, all big and looming, and he’s always staring at you like he wants to gobble you up - just you by the way, he outright ignores the rest of us peasants - it’s like he’s obsessed with you or something, and-”

She keeps talking, but honestly you kind of zone out a little bit. You can’t judge her too harshly. She’s always been protective of you, ever since you guys were kids, you suppose it’s only natural for her to be wary of Lev.

And she’s not wrong per se. You do have the strangest habit of running into Lev around town, but it’s how you met, after all - quite literally running into the 6’5” giant as you were exiting the exact same coffee shop you were currently sitting in.

Spilling your piping hot coffee all over somebody else’s sweater doesn’t usually have the makings of a burgeoning friendship but Lev had been so sweet about the whole thing, blushing and bowing, shooting apology after apology (despite the fact that it was mostly your fault) that you couldn’t help but offer to buy his drink in compensation for ruining his morning - and more importantly his clothes.

Lev, grinning brightly, had agreed with a single condition - that you joined him. And really, after pouring hot coffee all over him, it was the least you could do.

“Hey, are you even paying attention to me?!”

You jerk a little, shaking yourself out of your reverie to find your friend glaring at you. It lacks any real heat though, and she just rolls her eyes and gives a long suffering sigh. “I’m worried about you, Y/N. Didn’t you say that some of your stuff has been going missing lately?”

An old picture of you and some friends on vacation, a necklace you used to wear religiously and you could swear that you’re missing one of your favourite bras and some panties, but… sometimes stuff like that just gets misplaced - it’s not like you’re exactly the tidiest person around.

Still, you can’t help the way that your brows furrow at her implication, “I said I misplaced some things. Are you honestly suggesting that Lev broke into my apartment to steal that stuff?” you ask with a snicker. The very idea of the silver haired giant sneaking around your tiny apartment is ridiculous!

Your friend’s pointed silence speaks volumes.

“Oh, come on! He’s just a friend - a little excitable maybe,” and very affectionate, always swallowing you up in tight hugs, fingers constantly seeking out yours - but somehow you don’t think that part will help your case, “but he’s just a big softie.”

She scoffs, folding her arms over her chest. She doesn’t speak for a long moment, but when she does, she reaches across the table to grab your hand in hers, squeezing it lightly. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m being a jealous, judgemental bitch because I don’t like the idea of anyone else coming to steal you away from me,” she smiles self deprecatingly, but there’s an real edge of worry in her eyes that makes your stomach twist, “but you’re the most important thing to me. I don’t want you getting hurt, and I get bad vibes from that guy.”

You open your mouth to retort, but she just shakes her head, “Just… just promise me you’ll be careful around him, alright?”

Wordlessly, you nod.

As much as you try and dismiss her concerns, as days pass you begin to wonder if maybe she isn’t wrong.

Not about Lev of course - he might be a little over exuberant but you know he doesn’t mean any harm by it - but you think, well… you’re starting to think that maybe somebody’s following you.

At first it’s just the tickling sensation on the back of your neck. When you run to the corner store on your lunch break to pick up a snack for the afternoon a shiver runs down your spine as you get the strangest feeling that somebody’s staring at you - you can feel the weight of their gaze burning into your back, but whenever you turn there’s nobody there.

There’s never anybody there.

But… didn’t you shut the door to your closet before you left for work that morning? You could have sworn that the window to your second storey bedroom was locked.

It comes to a head one night after work. You leave later than you normally would, having lost track of time trying to get some last minute emails off and by the time you actually get out the door it’s already dark outside and it’s pouring down with rain.

You’re halfway home when you get that prickling feeling on your skin, and your gut tightens uncomfortably. Tentatively you slow, shooting a furtive glance over your shoulder. The streets of the city are normally busy at this time of the night, but the rain’s driven people away - there’s not a soul in sight, including any wannabe stalkers.

The tight grip on your heart eases and you force yourself to relax. You’re imagining things now, you think with a shake of your head and a breathless laugh.

Nobody’s out to get you, you’re fine.

Except the prickling sensation on the back of your neck doesn’t go away, and with every step you take the discomfort in your gut becomes harder and harder to ignore. Fingers flit anxiously at your side, your grip tightening on the handle of your umbrella. The rain’s loud as it crashes around you, but as you turn down the music coming from your headphones you swear that you can hear heavy footfalls behind you.

All it would take is another quick glance to confirm your suspicions. It could just be another person out in the rain trying to make their way home, same as you. It could be all your head, paranoia brought about by your friend’s worries. But fear has clawed its way up your spine - it’s late and you’re tired and scared, rational thought has left the building and you don’t think about any of that before dropping your umbrella and taking off into a sprint.

You don’t look back.

You don’t stop until you're back in the safety of your apartment with the door locked, blinds shut and the deadbolt in place.

You’re still trembling twenty minutes later when there’s a knock at your front door.

Your heart leaps into your throat at the sound, your entire body tensing, and for a single moment you debate not answering the door, but… you let out a sigh, shaking your head. You’re being ridiculous.

A quick glance through the peephole sets your heart at ease. Standing in the hallway dressed in a slightly damp black overcoat, his silvery-grey hair dusted with rain, is Lev.

Relief floods through you as you quickly work at the locks, flicking open the deadbolt.

“Hey, Lev,” you murmur somewhat sheepishly, stepping back to let him come inside.

His green, catlike eyes light up at the sight of you, and he doesn’t waste a moment before leaning down and enveloping you in a tight hug - never mind his wet coat. You let yourself relax into the embrace - the comforting warmth as he wraps himself around you and strokes your back. “Y/N! I’m so glad you’re home! I know I’m kinda stopping by unannounced and all, but I was just on my way…” he trails off as he pulls back slightly, eyes narrowing as they flicker across your face.

“Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he murmurs, his hands still entwined around your waist.

You smile tightly, biting down on your bottom lip. Should you tell him? There’s still some part of you that thinks maybe it’s all in your head, that you’re working yourself up for no good reason, but what if you’re not? What if there is somebody who’s-

There’s an insistent tug at your waist and your eyes dart back up to find Lev’s frown deepening. “Something’s wrong, tell me.”

A blush finds its way to your cheeks as you carefully unwind yourself from his hold and make your way back further into your living room, “I- you’ll think I’m being stupid I guess, or paranoid, but…”

“But?” he prompts.

You take a deep breath, fingers twisting in front of you, “I think that somebody might be… following me?” you phrase it almost as a question, carefully watching his face for any sign that he might start laughing at you. But he doesn’t - Lev’s features are perfectly blank as he stares back at you, and you rush to fill the sudden heavy silence that falls between the two of you. “I know it sounds insane, but my friend got me worried the other day, and things have been going missing from my place and I’m almost positive that somebody followed me home tonight and-”

“Hey,” he says, quickly stepping forward to close the distance between you. He reaches for your hand with a soft smile and you let him take it, offering a shaking smile back when his thumb smooths over the back of your palm. “I believe you. You don’t need to be scared, I’m here for you.”

You nod, swallowing down your nerves once more.

“Do you… do you want me to stay tonight? Or at least for a few hours, you just look so fragile and frightened, I hate the thought of leaving you like this.”

Lev’s eyes show nothing but earnest concern as he studies you with a pout, and this time when your lips curl into a smile it's with genuine gratitude for your friend.

You should say no - it’s hardly fair for you to impose on him over something you’re not even sure is real, but… “Actually, that sounds good, if you don’t have plans of course - I don’t want to spoil your night or anything,” you mutter with a blush.

Lev just shakes his head with a soft laugh, “Of course not. You’re my only concern tonight, angel.”

You try not to let the relief show on your face too much. You’ll feel better knowing he’s there with you, and if nothing else you know he’ll take your mind off of things. It’s just what you need tonight - a friend. “Thank you,” you say warmly, dropping his hand so you can make your way back into the kitchen. “I was actually just about to start dinner, have you eaten yet? I was thinking pasta, but let me know if you feel like something else.”

He watches you for a moment as you open the fridge and bend over to rummage inside. “Pasta sounds great,” he calls back, shedding his damp jacket and making his way over to hang it off the coat rack by the front door.

Busy in the kitchen, you’re none the wiser to the soft click of locks turning, the deadbolt sliding back into place.

#yandere haikyuu #yandere lev #yandere lev x reader #yandere lev haiba #yandere lev haiba x reader #lev haiba #yandere hq #yandere imagines #lev haiba x reader #request #tw stalking #my writing

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seeuonadarknite · 4 years ago

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as a friend — yandere haiba lev x f. reader

request: Yandere Lev Haiba with shy reader who is Nekoma's manager and has has a crush on him ever since he joined? Everyone knows about her crush including Lev who is fed up with her denying it, even to his face 💕 btw I love your icon, I have the same one on Twitter but not pink lol

❀ ooh ty! at the time this was requested my pfp was just a manga icon that i overlapped w/ pink ahaha. hope you enjoy this tho! i am so sorry if lev is ooc i’m bad at writing him.

warnings: manipulation, nonconsensual touching, toxic relationships

"I.. I like you as a friend."

You timidly fiddled your fingers, despondently hanging your head low. As much as it pained you to feign your emotions and hide the fact that you did in fact have feelings for the lanky Russian, you were almost positive that they were unrequited. There was no way in hell that you were going to risk ruining your valuable friendship over something as trivial as a schoolgirl crush.

If only you were aware of how utterly frustrating it was for the male you had evidently been pining after. You'd deny your feelings for him time after time, but your actions spoke louder than your words. You made it obvious in the way that you clearly favored him over all of the other team members.

"Come on, [y/n]! I know that you like me. Heh, don't deny it!" Although his words were playful, it was hard to ignore the frustration that laced his tone as spoke. He was tired of you denying your feelings like a stubborn brat.

"N-Not true..! I have to go." Sending him one last sheepish grin, you bowed, stammering out a dozen apologies to the male you had let down once again. However, before he could even muster up a response, you were hurriedly making your way towards the two large gym doors.

If there was one thing that scared you more than public speaking, it was confrontation. Nerves were hitting you like a runway truck, and if you lingered around for much longer you'd surely end up humiliating yourself in front of the boy you deeply admired.

A frown tore across the middle blocker's face as he dejectedly watched you depart. Watching you scurry away after rejecting his advances seemed to be a sight he had grown used to.

This was probably the third time this week that he had pulled you aside after practice in order to try and confront you about your feelings. Perhaps he was getting.. too aggressive. Why would a timid girl like you openly admit to your feelings after being repeatedly cornered by the male in question?

He needed to have a change in plan. It was possible that the reason you wouldn't confess to him was due to the fact that you feared rejection. That just meant that all he needed to do to win you over was prove that you truly had nothing to fear, and that he adored you just as much as you did him. If not more.

Unlike you, Lev was very open about his feelings and had no issue with outwardly displaying his overbearing affections.

This would be a walk in the park for him.

It was during your lunch break that Lev had casually snuck up behind you and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. The gesture in itself sent anxiety shooting through every nerve of your body. Was he trying to embarrass you in front of your entire lunch table?

What made matters worse was the fact that this wasn't the first display of affection that you've been shown by him today. Ever since you stepped foot into the densely populated school, Lev has been clinging to you like a bloodsucking leech.

"[y/n], I didn't know you had a boyfriend." Your best friend skeptically eyed the taller male's lanky arm slung around your shoulder. She had every right to be suspicious; you would immediately tell her about something as big as this.

You couldn't help but tremble in fear as your self proclaimed boyfriend squeezed your shoulder with his large hand. You wanted to frantically deny it, shake your head at rapid speeds, but you felt threatened with the way that his catlike eyes locked onto yours.

On any normal circumstance, you'd feel comfortable and at ease around the happy-go-lucky middle blocker. He had a chipper personality that made it easy for just about anyone to be around him. But ever since you bashfully rejected his claim last night, he's been acting extremely out of character. He's basically resorted to forcing himself upon you. It felt as if his goofy personality was nothing but a false front put on to bait people in.

"Yeah! She was so shy about it— I had to make the first move!" The way he naturally carried his words caused your stomach to twist into a tight knot. What the hell was he on about? Sure, you had feelings for him, but you never agreed on a relationship. This wasn't the Lev that you knew.

As you parted your lips to retaliate, you felt Lev's swift hand drift down from your shoulder to your waist. He squeezed the curve as if telling you that what he was doing was natural, and that you had no reason to deny his claims. Isn't this what you had initially wanted? Lev's treating you like a princess. You shouldn't be acting so difficult.

Inhaling a deep breath, you tentatively leaned into Lev's side, sending your gawking friends a plastic smile. This is what you wanted, you would remind yourself. The boy of your dreams is finally all yours, and you're rightfully his. But something about the concept of belonging to Lev sent chills running up your spine.

With the way that his arm remained possessively locked around your frame, saying you felt uneasy was an understatement. His obsession with getting you to come out of your shell and admit your feelings permeated his goofy personality. It made him delusional.

One could say you found comfort in the way that his lopsided smile sent jolts of warmth through your body. But his current behavior was far from lighthearted and bubbly. It was stained with obsession.

Lev seemed to notice the way you quivered in fear as he rested his head on top of yours, because after shooting your skeptical friends one last plastic smile, he moved his head and placed a sloppy kiss under your ear.

"Don't act so frightened, I know you've fantasized about me like this." If it wasn't for the fact that his mouth was directly beside your ear, you wouldn't have been able to hear his hushed coos.

If only you hadn't rejected his advances time after time, you would've been in this exact position. Only instead of fear coiling in the pits of your stomach, you would've felt fluttering butterflies tickling at your senses. This was all your fault.

You had created a monster.

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midnightlee25 · 8 months ago

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Random Yandere Headcanons: Do their yandere ways stop once they have their darling's heart? - Nekoma

Yes:

Nobuyuki Kai

Shōhei Fukunaga

Yuki Shibayama

Takes some time but will stop eventually:

Tetsuro Kuroo (old habits die hard)

Morisuke Yaku (Same reason as above)

So Inuoka

Tamahiko Teshiro

Their yandere side may never truly go away:

Taketora Yamamoto

Lev Haiba

It stays forever:

Kenma Kozume

#yandere #yandere headcanons #haikyu #haikyuu #haikyuu headcannons #yandere haikyuu

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yandereloversworld · 4 years ago

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Yandere Yaku x Yandere Lev

Headcanons

Yaku:

-Aware of the fact that his way of loving Lev is wrong

-He first tries to resist Lev, which is expressed by kicking Lev's ass and swearing loudly about his mistakes

-Spoiler Alarm: He will not last long! I mean, who could resist this cute 2-meter energy ball with those wonderful emerald green eyes and that adorable grin

-Yaku will most likely notice Lev staring at him, but will dismiss the possibility that Lev might feel the same. And in the same dark way than him

-Will not stalk Lev! Yaku would more likely have a small shrine in his room with stuff from Lev.

-writes fantasies of his and Lev's relationship (SFW and NSFW) in a diary that he always carries around with him

-Lev almost read it once, but Yaku stopped him just in time

-Since then he leaves the diary at home

-Yaku will rarely masturbate. Not because he doesn't feel the need to, but because it feels like cheating to him to do it without Lev.

-There are still days when he just can't resist the temptation and does it. But he will still be very careful that none of his fingers come near his hole, because he really wants to wait until he and Lev do it.

-He will often cry after he does it because he feels guilty that he did it without Lev.

-Dildos, vibrators and so on are a no-go.

-Will try to manipulate Lev slowly, not realizing that it's unnecessary, since Lev is already returns his feelings.

-Yaku would only kidnap Lev if it turns out that he has a girlfriend

Lev:

-unlike yaku, is not aware of the fact that his way of loving is wrong.

-He probably just thinks that it is normal to be obsessed with someone. But even if he knew it was wrong, he would simply not care. Yaku makes him feel like the happiest person on earth. So why should he give it up just because the society has decided it is wrong? They would never be able to understand the bond between him and Yaku anyway.

-most likely thinks that he and Yaku are soul mates

-often imagines their future life, such as their wedding, honeymoon, how Yaku would become pregnant with his children, but also everyday situations

-other than Yaku, Lev will stalk!

-Because Lev is very clumsy, he has been caught stalking more often. Both from Yaku and the rest of the team.

-The only reason Yaku still doesn't know about Lev's feelings for him is because he is dense and the rest of the team finds the clumsiness of the two amusing and therefore doesn't intervene

-The only two on the team who suspect that Levs and Yaku's feelings for each other are not healthy are Kuroo and Kenma, but they don't intervene

-Kuroo wants to see the chaos and Kenma doesn't care, because he already knows that it would not end well for him or Kuroo if they interfere

-Lev has a very strong sex drive and will masturbate accordingly often

-other than yaku, he will not think that he is cheating on him, because the more he does, the more he wishes that yaku was there to help him with his problem.

-He will definitely kidnap Yaku! By the time Yaku graduates and neither of them has confessed to the other, Lev will run out of ideas, so he will simply knock Yaku out and take him to Lev's house.

-His parents are usually away on business, so he is home alone

-asking his sister for tips to confess to Yaku. She is also the only one who tells Lev about his obsession with his senpai, which is surprisingly little to her. As long as her little brother is happy, she doesn't care what it takes to keep him that way.

How they become a couple:

-Probably they end up together because Kuroo got bored and to bring some tension into the thing he tells Yaku that Lev is really stalking him because he thinks Yaku will freak out

-funnily enough the opposite is true: Yaku turns red like a tomato and starts to stutter, overwhelmed by the thought that Lev returns his feelings and even goes so far as to secretly protect him out of love on the way home.

-Lev watches the conversation with narrowed eyes from the other end of the gym. He is too far away to understand what Kuroo and his beloved Senpai are talking about, but what he sees makes him angry: his beloved is blushing! At this moment Lev assumes that Kuroo is flirting with his Senpai and already imagines the most painful and excruciating way of killing him.

-But what Lev sees afterwards shocks him even more: Yaku, still blushing, looks directly at him while he begins to smile gently and lovingly

-And Lev's heart stops then and there

-After the training, Yaku asks Lev to stay a little longer, whereupon they wait until everyone has left and they are the only ones in the gym

- There is silence for a few minutes before Yaku leans forward at the perfect 90 degree angle, squints his eyes and yells: "I LOVE YOU, LEV !!! PLEASE GO OUT WITH ME !!!"

-Lev just stands there in shock, before he realizes what his Senpai has just said and pulls him into a tight hug and replies with tears of joy: "I-I li-love you too, Ya-Yaku-san !!"

What happens after that:

-The two live happily together and isolate each other more and more from the outside world, which they don't mind because they just need each other.

-After Lev graduated, they got engaged and got married a year later. The only ones who attended the wedding were Lev's sister, Kuroo and Kenma.

Lev's and Yaku's parents weren't invited as they were homophobic and didn't accept the relationship between their sons. Kuroo was invited because he had helped bring the two together and Kenma was there as Kuroo's companion because the two are a couple

-The two lived a happy life afterwards and also had one or the other child.

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So, this is the first time I've written something like this and it didn't get as yander-like as I wanted it to be, but I finally wanted to write something, especially since I think there are far too few fanfictions out there both parties are yandere for each other and that is a shame, since ships like Bokuaka, Kagehina, Ushioi or Iwaoi have a lot of potential there.

#yandere Haikyu #yandere Haikyuu #yandere YakuLev #yandere Yaku Morisuke #yandere Lev Haiba #Volleyball #yandere #Yaku #Lev #Yaku Morisuke #Lev Haiba #yandere Yaku #yandere Lev

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mango-bango-bby · 3 years ago

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Hii Mango!! 🥭

I see that you have added more haikyuu yanderes that you write for so I was wondering if I could request Yandere Lev Headcanons

🥺💞🥺

♡ Yandere Lev Headcanons ♡

(A/N: More Haikyuu headcanons 🥺💖 But I guess I e gotta do headcanons s for all the new yanderes I’m writing for!! I personally love Lev, he’s baby, so this was really fun for me to write, darling 💞💞 I honestly can’t wait to write for for him 👉👈)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, stalking, kidnapping, overprotectiveness, mentions of violence (towards rivals)

Summary: Good ol’ yandere!Lev headcanons (Yan!Lev x GN!reader)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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♡ Yandere Type: Obsessive, Stalker, Sweet ♡

♡ Such a sweet yandere, since the moment he saw you, he’s been so sweet and kind to you. He’s completely whipped! Lev would gladly do anything for you, no matter how big or small. You forgot your jacket? Don’t worry, Lev’s got a jacket you can borrow (and keep hopefully)! Some dude messed with you? Don’t worry, Lev will gladly give him a black eye and broken jaw if he think he deserves it!

♡ Tries to befriend you before taking you or confessing his feelings for you. He approves you with so much energy, he’s most likely to intimidate you at first.

♡ After all, he’s so happy and excitable, plus he’s about six foot five inches so he’s very tall. He practically looms over you, but eventually you see he wouldn’t even hurt a fly. Oh, little do you know how many people he’s willing to hurt for you.

♡ Lev actually doesn’t get to jealous! He knows you’re beautiful, and he’s glad everyone can see that! He doesn’t mind people giving you compliments or talking to you, he agrees with them in fact. However the moment someone lays a finger in you, that’s to far. Even if it’s a friend or member of your family.

♡ He won’t exactly hurt anyone you care about or anything! He doesn’t want to make you sad, he hates the thought of that. Although he’s not opposed to threatening them. Even if his personality isn’t intimidating, he is incredibly tall and built, so he could still scare anyone that he had to for you!

♡ Lev loves stalking you, however he’s not to good at it! He’s always making himself known, accidentally leaving things open or knocking things over on accident. He’s so tall, he often hits his head on your door frames while breaking into your house too.

♡ There has been multiple times you’ve come home from work to find something broken, with a small sticky note on it saying sorry and that they didn’t mean too. Frankly, it’s terrifying but luckily you have a great friend like Lev to comfort you about it.

♡ Such a sweetheart once he finally has your and takes you. He can’t bring himself to hurt you or intimidate you, to get you to listen to him. Lev really hates that you’re so scared of him and your situation. He doesn’t really understand why you’re so scared, you know him after all! So why are you so scared? You trusted him before. So why is it any different now?

♡ Lev is quite delusional. He’s loved you, taken care of you, given you so much! So why do you not love him yet? He just wants your love, a hug is all he asks for! He hopes that one day you’ll give him just a bit of affection, he just wants to know that you love him just as much as he loves you!

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

#yandere haikyuu #soft yandere #yandere lev #yandere!lev #yandere lev x reader #yandere haiba #yandere haiba x reader #yandere!haiba

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jackrrabbit · 4 years ago

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Short Leash /// Lev x f!Reader x Alisa (18+)

Summary: [Post-timeskip] The Haiba siblings get up to no good with their favorite pet.

A/N: Lev really went from skinny goblin to sugar папочка, and don’t even get me started on Alisa 😭 Also, imma lay heavy on those Russian terms of endearment 🇷🇺 I know Lev doesn’t speak Russian but I feel like post-timeskip he might, and it makes me horny so…

Dedicated to my eternal muse @koiibito for thirsting with me and stoking my lust for this duo and to @thisisthehardestthing for providing the fashion references that brought this fic to life for me (although I still can’t describe clothing for shit). Thank you!!!

Tags/warnings: (slight) pet play, threesome, alcohol/drug use mentions, size kink (yk Lev is 6’5 and Alisa is 5’10), dom/sub, orgasm control, rough sex, filming, breath play, crying, reader is a sugar baby in denial, no incest but the siblings fuck you together, yandere-ish, established BDSM relationship, all characters are adults

They like playing dress-up.

With you, if that wasn’t obvious. They’re models, so you could say that playing dress-up is a career for them, a method of putting food on the table…and Balenciaga in the closet…and every luxury pharmaceutical known to man in the medicine cabinet. And they’re so beautiful, both of them. They look good in anything. But when it comes to you, playing dress-up is a labor of love.

Today was Alisa’s turn, which means today was red: crimson lingerie in a box she had delivered to you before the party tonight. The box…it looked so out of place propped up against the bottom of your shabby apartment door that it’s a miracle no one stole it. Black packaging, lettering in gold, and the label printed on the box was French, you think? The two years of language class you took in high school didn’t help you read it, but you had no trouble understanding the number at the bottom of the receipt Alisa included with the set.

She left it on purpose, you know that. She wants you to know that the money she dropped on these flimsy little undergarments could have paid your rent for two months. But you can’t tell her that, or she’ll just insist again that your apartment is so small and ugly, it’s not worth it, it’s high time you moved in with her and Lev already, they would love to have you, and you’d never have to worry about rent again.

Spoiling you. That’s what they call it. Sometimes you think the Haiba siblings spoil you because they know it makes you uncomfortable.

Either way, you can’t say no. You’ve tried, over and over, told them they need to stop buying you clothes and shoes and diamonds but they just laugh you off. Lev, especially—he’s got this way of tipping his head to the side and blinking down at you while you try to explain how nervous it makes you to be dripping in excess, smiling lightly like he’s watching a child throw a tantrum. They just don’t get it. Or they do, and they think it’s funny.

Yeah, it’s probably the latter. You were raised right, raised not to accept gifts like this when you have nothing to give in return—but you were also raised to be gracious to the kindness of strangers, and while they aren’t exactly strangers, it’s just too exhausting to try to deny their generosity. Over time, little by little, you’ve given inches and the Haiba siblings have taken miles.

The Haiba siblings. That’s who they are, constantly presented in juxtaposition since Lev made his debut. They were born for this, and not because of their height. It’s the eyes—something savagely beautiful about that shade of green, those pale eyelashes, the slitted pupils like a cat’s.

The lingerie was Alisa’s choice, but the dress was Lev’s which is probably why he can’t keep his hands off you at the party, grip gliding down the low back and breath ghosting over your neck every time you try to put some distance between you. He’s usually more careful than this—Alisa can get away with the playful touching (groping?) because the cameras will just play it off as friendly skinship, but if someone catches Lev stroking across your thighs or tracing those long fingers over your spine while you move together on the dance floor, there’s going to be trouble. Not that it’s your problem, but one of you has to be responsible tonight, and judging by the number of times Lev’s excused himself to go to the bathroom and come back blinking and grinning and rubbing his nose, the responsible one is going to have to be you.

This time when he returns his gelled-back hair is mussed and—Jesus, how careless can he get?—there’s a little dusting of coke spilled over the collar of his black shirt. You roll your eyes and reach up to brush it off for him but he catches your hand and lifts it to his mouth. A kiss on your inner wrist first, and then his teeth are grazing over that tender skin, blunt edges digging in and drawing dents. A bite.

It’s just on the edge of painful when you belatedly yank your hand away. “Lev—you got it on your shirt, seriously—“ You try to make your voice sound scolding, but it comes out too high.

Lev’s eyes are dark, dilated; he laughs breathlessly and nudges closer to you, trapping you between his long arms and the bar. “You want some? Kotyonok, little kitten wants a treat?”

“No…I’m just drinking tonight. I don’t want to be out too late.” The vodka soda in your hand isn’t nearly strong enough, but if you have any more you’re going to be too drunk to keep your act together and deal with their antics. You don’t have the tolerance they do, and just because they can get away with all the coke and the alcohol and whatever else they’ve been playing with tonight doesn’t mean you can.

…Not that your relative sobriety stops Lev from dragging your face up to meet his, lifting your chin with both hands wrapped around the back of your head and bending down only enough that you still have to rise up on your tiptoes to kiss him. You only catch a hint of the smell of honey before the sour-sweet taste of Lev’s favorite drink (that medovukha mead stuff, it’s Russian, you think) is filling your mouth and his long tongue is sliding over yours. “Mmph—“

“Kitten, always so good,” he sighs, pressing closer so your face has to arch up to the ceiling to meet his. In your limited view you can see the muscles in his jaw flexing as he kisses you, sweeping over your tongue, biting your lip and laughing into your mouth. “So sweet…and impatient, yeah? Want to go home with us already?”

His hand on the small of your back is bunching your dress up, giving him the space to push his knee between your legs. You gasp sharply but it just eggs him on and his mouth dips down under your jawline, his body covering yours, so sudden and so public that your eyes flash around the room, wondering who might witness Lev—the international model Lev Haiba—sucking on your throat. “L-Lev, wait, someone—someone will see—“

“You’re asking to go somewhere private? Greedy girl…Alisa’s still having fun.”

You try to come up with a response, but it’s not easy to think straight when he’s holding your waist, circling it with those big hands and petting up to your ribs, cupping your tits while his thigh rubs between your legs. You can smell his cologne, bergamot and amber, and—and—you can smell his cologne—

“Lyovochka~” Alisa’s voice rings out and you know just by hearing it that she’s had as much as Lev. Her hand fists in her brother’s hair and pulls him off your neck none too gently, ignoring his curse and complaints. “Naughty, naughty. Playing without me, were you?”

“Alisa, you’re fucking up my hair,” Lev whines, but he straightens off you, pulling Alisa into your tight little trio at the bar. “Kitty says she wants us to take her home.”

You feel your cheeks heat up and wonder if they can see the blush under your foundation. “I didn’t— I can go home myself—“ Not that you have a chance in hell of leaving the party without them, but still. You can pretend to play coy.

“No.” Alisa places a finger on your mouth to shush you and then her eyes lower and her fingernail—painted silvery white, her signature color—pushes into your bottom lip. You stumble closer, hands meeting her shoulders through the thick white padding of the jacket she’s wearing, over the glittering crystals that look blindingly bright under the blacklights.

Silver and white. Always silver and white.

Her fingernail traces down your lip, drawing a fine line on your chin; on instinct, you tip your head back to give her access to pet down your throat until she comes to a rest on the neckpiece of the harness she included with the lingerie set. When her hand reaches the ring in the center of the choker she grips it, pulling your face away from Lev’s and toward hers. “Lyovochka, what do you think…? I saw it and thought of kotyonok. A collar for our little kitten.”

“Hm, I don’t know. I need to see more.” Lev’s hands are on you again now, splaying flat over your chest before his fingers curl, one by one, around the harness strap that leads from the ring at the choker down between your breasts until it disappears under the neckline of your dress. He’s tugging on it—lightly, but you can’t deny the feeling that it’s like a leash…or the feeling of heat gathering in your pussy at having the two of them all over you like this.

You shouldn’t be letting them touch you (and they are touching you, Alisa’s hand stroking your throat and Lev tugging your side into his chest). There’s always people watching at parties like this; you’ve attended these things on Lev’s arm or Alisa’s enough times to know better than to let them do as they please. You’re supposed to be the responsible one. Too bad your body is craving a lot more than the innocuous touches they can give you in public.

You swallow and Alisa grins, dark-painted lips stretching over those perfect white teeth. “So. Kitten, would you like us to take you home? Say please.”

You don’t have to say it. You could ask yourself why you let them get away with this, why you keep letting yourself fall to the mercy of these siblings, why they even want you in the first place, but those are questions for tomorrow morning—tonight, even though you should hate it, there’s a part of you that wants to purr every time they call you kitten.

“…Please,” you murmur, and as soon as the word is out Lev’s grip on the harness tightens, pulling the choker taut around your neck.

///

They end up ripping the dress.

You kind of hate them for it when you think about how many bills you could have paid with the money they spent dolling you up for tonight. But by the time they get around to it, you’re pretty much too horny to care.

They didn’t even wait til you got home (their home, you remind yourself, not yours), although that shouldn’t have surprised you. From Alisa tugging on your hair and Lev’s arm draped possessively around your shoulders, you should’ve seen it coming, but it still takes you by surprise that the three of you have barely piled in the back of the Uber when Alisa’s dragging you to sit on her thigh, unceremoniously pulling your dress over your hips and sliding her hand up the slit where the fabric falls open to rub your pussy.

You whine and squirm but can’t quite make yourself say the word “no”, instead squeezing your eyes shut and trying to focus on Alisa whispering in your ear that you’re a good girl, getting so wet for them. All three of you can hear the squishy damp noises your pussy is making sucking around her fingers, and dear god you hope the driver can’t hear it too—wait, is he looking? Your eyes peek open, traitorously seeking out the rearview to see if there’s a possibility he’s watching the show, but before you can work up the guts to tell them to quit it, Lev’s hand is folding around your jaw again and forcing two of his fingers past your lips for you to drool on. And—fuck—Alisa’s petting over your cunt, drawing slow lines up from the wetness gathered at your hole up to your clit.

By the time you’ve reached the building Lev and Alisa are staying at in Tokyo, you’re past the point of caring that other people are around. Lev has to pull you out of the car and off Alisa’s lap to get you to stop humping your ass into her lap and trying to push your mound into her fingers. Alisa winks at the driver—probably earning herself a 5-star rating despite all your bad behavior—and then the two of them are steering you past the doorman and into the elevator.

As soon as you’ve got the barest semblance of privacy, Lev pulls your back into his chest and grinds himself into you. You can feel how hard he is, the heat of his body leaching through the fabric of your clothing directly into your skin, hands around your waist forcing you to mold yourself into him while he layers kisses over the side of you neck. “L-Lev, ah— mm, someone’s gonna come in,” you whine as he pushes the bulge of his stiff cock against your lower back, but he just lets one of his hands drift up to scratch at the choker of the harness again.

Alisa’s hands meet your cheeks on either side, framing your face for a short moment so she can study your dazed expression, the flush on your cheeks, your sex-glazed eyes. You look like you want to get fucked, you know that? You look like you want them to push you down in the elevator and fuck you right there. “But kotyonok, you’re so darling. We should let other people get a chance to see, no?”

Lev’s hand spans the breadth of your throat, not quite pressing down (yet), so he must be able to feel the way your muscles contract and release when you swallow—not to mention the edge of tension that enters your body at the thought of someone seeing you in such a compromising position. “Ahh, kitty wants to be all ours, doesn’t she? She doesn’t want us to share.”

“Is that so?” Alisa doesn’t give you a chance to answer, just tipping your face up and letting her lips close over yours. She tastes more bitter than Lev did and for the brief moment you have between getting pressed between them and your brain short-circuiting, you wonder what she’s been drinking. “Are you being selfish?”

“Nnnh, I—“ you don’t have an answer for her, but it doesn’t really matter because the elevator is dinging at the penthouse and Alisa’s pulling you away from Lev into their apartment by the center strap of the harness. You’ve got no choice but to follow, and you consider telling her to quit dragging you around by your neck but there’s something about the pressure on your throat that isn’t…entirely unpleasant, so you hold your tongue.

Lev murmurs to Alisa in Russian—you hate when they do that, especially because you know they’re only doing it because they don’t want you to understand—and then you’re in the spare bedroom, the one that the siblings insist on referring to as your bedroom. Even though you don’t live here. Even though you do everything you can to avoid staying here. Even though the only times you ever spend the night are when you’re too fucked-out by the two of them to consider putting in the effort to get home.

Something tells you this is going to be one of those nights.

They work in sync, teasing down the straps of your dress and easing you out of it until Alisa snaps the harness between your tits and Lev gets impatient and someone pulls the back of the dress a little too hard and that’s when you feel tearing. “Shit,” you hear in Lev’s voice, a soft curse in Russian from Alisa, and then a reluctant peal of laughter as the dress flutters down to the ground.

“Did you—“ You’re about to curse them out for ruining something so fucking expensive, but Lev clucks his tongue and shakes his head and you fall silent. He’s pulling back from you—so is Alisa—and your heart jumps for a second wondering if you did something wrong until you realize they’re just looking at you, drinking in the image of you naked except for the lingerie Alisa picked out for you.

“Bordelle?” Lev murmurs, running fingers down the straps cinching around your waist, the belt holding up the garters—as usual, you don’t know whether to move away from his touch or melt into it.

Alisa smiles. “It was made for her, don’t you think? Our kitten looks good in red.”

Honestly, they call you kitten, but the way they look at you is less like the way owners look at a pet and more like wolves sizing up a little lamb they’ve cornered. Hungry. Starving. You’re not sure which you prefer, but it makes you self-conscious. You’d felt pretty confident about the way you looked when you examined yourself in the mirror before the party—Alisa has good taste, even if the lingerie is just this side of bondage gear and not something you would’ve bought for yourself in a million years—but now you have to fight the urge to cover yourself up with your hands…not that they’d let you.

True to your prediction, as soon as your hand twitches with the instinct to cross your arms over your bound-up tits Lev snaps down to catch it. “Let me see,” he instructs, and the authority in his voice is so definite that your arms fall back down to your sides automatically. “Good girl. Alisa, do you think we can keep it on while we fuck her?”

While we fuck her.

He says it so nonchalantly. And it’s not like you didn’t know that’s what you’re here for. You’re a grown-up, you’re sober (ish), and you’ve been in this room with the two of them enough times that you’re well aware there was only ever one way this night was going to end up. But the way he says it makes you shiver. They’re going to fuck you…like they own you. And it’s kind of terrifying how much you want to be owned.

“I think we can get the panties off without taking off the rest,” Alisa says to respond to Lev’s question, even as she brushes a stray lock of hair away from your eyes. “Besides, I have a surprise for her.”

A surprise? It wouldn’t be the first time one of them has pulled out something unexpected in bed—last time it was a ball gag and nipple clamps, and the time before that it was a magic wand vibrator (plated in literal gold, because the Haibas are nothing if not excessive) that had you begging and crying and creaming all over the sheets. You can’t help your anxiousness as Alisa pulls something out of the otherwise-empty dresser and sets it up to face the bed.

It’s…a camera. A camera? “You want to film it?” you blurt out, your voice sounding pitchy and nervous even to your own ears.

“Great idea,” Lev says, patting your head like that’s all it’ll take to make you feel better.

“Yes, kotyonok. I’m going to film you,” Alisa replies, fiddling with the settings and batting those long blonde eyelashes at the lens once she’s satisfied.

“Wait, I—I don’t know. I’m not like you, I can’t just—” you stammer. Sure, the twins will look perfect and irresistible and bewitching, but you? You’re not sure you want to have a video of yourself getting fucked stupid in their hands. “What if I don’t want to…?”

“But I want to.” Alisa’s gaze sweeps down over you and you lower your eyes so you don’t have to meet it, don’t have to feel the weight of it holding you down more securely than any leash. There’s a reason she’s a model—she could sell anything. Those eyes. How are you supposed to say no?

You want to step back away from her. You almost try, but Lev’s at your back already, long arms draped over your shoulders, a loose hold that nonetheless keeps you from moving. So instead of backing up, you just bite your lip.

Alisa’s face softens—she’s good at that, good at picking up the cues when she’s pushed a little too far for your comfort—and a second later you feel her hand wrapping around yours, holding it. “Safeword?”

Cherry. The safeword is cherry. It’s not that you’ve forgotten. It’s her way of reminding you that you have a safeword, and you can use it, and it’ll be okay. This isn’t even a full-on scene, but Alisa must be able to sense that the addition of the camera made you scared.

Picking up the change in mood a second later, Lev’s hand finds your other one and he strokes his thumb over your skin reassuringly. God, maybe it’s wrong that they can make you feel hunted one second and adored the next, but you let out a breath and relax, shaking your head to indicate that you’re not stopping.

She brings your hand up to her mouth and kisses it so lightly her lipstick barely leaves a mark—wait, oops. You’d forgotten she was wearing lipstick. You must have it all over you by now.

“Good girl. We take good care of you, don’t we?”

“…Yes.”

“We do.” Lev’s impatient, you can tell from the way he’s adjusting his grip to your waist and pushing you over to the bed. “We’re not going to share the video, if that’s what you’re worried about. Alisa likes to joke, but really…”

Your ass hits the mattress so you’re half-sitting, half-lying on the covers, propped up on your elbows, peeking through your eyelashes at the two of them looming over you—and, oh, there they are again.

The wolves.

“…we don’t want anyone else seeing you like this,” Alisa finishes, holding up the camera and flicking the little red light on to record.

///

Lev starts, like usual. You think maybe it’s a control thing, that Alisa doesn’t let you touch her until you’re already falling apart on Lev’s fingers, his tongue…his cock. As much as she likes it when you bite back, you’re cuter when you’re begging.

She’s holding your face off the bed by a hand under your chin, wrenching your neck back so your wrecked face is level with the camera. You’re on your hands and knees—or, more accurately, your hands and elbows, with your ass arched up and Lev’s face buried in your slit. “Nngh, nnnnn, fuck please please—“ Your whining is barely coherent, but Lev knows what you’re asking for and he digs his fingers into the meat of your ass to hold you still as he latches his mouth over your clit and sucks.

Fuck— you keen and try to drop your head down to the sheets to angle your dripping cunny closer to his mouth, but Alisa’s grip on your jaw prevents you from getting any further out of the camera frame. “Uh-uh, no. I want to see you.”

“Alisa…ahhh…” Your tongue is lolling out of your mouth and you know you must look like a mess, spit practically falling over your lips as you try to stop yourself from cumming right here. Fuck, it feels good, feels so hot and wet that your juices don’t even have time to cool on your thighs before more is dripping down.

“Tell the camera what’s happening, kotyonok,” Alisa purrs, wiping the saliva off your lip and then pushing her fingers over your tongue.

“…eating me out, he’s—uhhhn—licking my pussy…” you slur around her fingers. Your glassy eyes flit between her appraising expression and the lens of the camera—even though you trust that they won’t show the video to anyone outside this room, it’s making you shudder to think about what’s on the little screen you can’t see—Alisa’s pretty silver fingernails coated in your drool as she presses them deeper into your throat, your body all bound up in red straps and gold fastenings, and Lev behind you, hair falling out of its careful style as he shoves his face deeper between your legs.

The edge of Alisa’s finger bites into the plush of your lip as you moan and unsuccessfully attempt to wriggle your ass under Lev’s grip. “Who’s licking your pussy?” she asks calmly, like she’s asking what the weather is like today.

“Lev, it’s, it’s Lev—fuck ohh, oh,” you whine as Lev slides his tongue flat from your clit up to your hole and pushes the slimy wet muscle inside. It’s so long, you’re never going to get used to how stupid long his tongue is, licking out your walls and making slurping sounds that are downright fucking vile.

Heat is gathering quickly in your abdomen, and you can feel it—that plateau rising before you hit your peak, and the tension in your thighs making them twitch and quiver as your muscles contract in anticipation—and his tongue is so long and thick it’s almost reaching your g-spot, almostalmostalmost, god-fucking-damnit. Your spine curls even further, arching yourself into him, wordlessly begging for him to keep doing exactly what he’s doing. “Gonna cum, fuck Lev please make me, make me cum!”

“Oh? Did I say you were allowed to cum?” Alisa asks, cat-like eyes narrowing.

Shit, fuck, she didn’t, but you don’t know if you can help yourself. Your hand fists in the sheet, curling your fingernails around the fabric to try to ease up the heat where Lev’s mouth is latched to your cunt. “Please Alisa—I need to—“

Alisa shakes her head. “But you don’t get to decide what you need, kotyonok.”

She’s right, but—but, it’s not fair, Lev’s switching between dragging his tongue over your clit and fucking you with it—you try to pull your hips away from his mouth but he doesn’t let you, effortlessly holding you in place while he teases you even higher.

“Who decides?” she continues, petting your jawline and wiping away the first hint of a tear from your cheek as you try to hold it back—

but you can’t.

“You-you decide! You decide when I cum!” you gasp, but your body is already betraying your words, convulsing and contracting as your climax hits you like a truck. You try to hold yourself through it but it’s impossible—your eyes roll back and arms go slack, dropping flat on the bedspread with your ass still pushed up into the air as your pussy walls contract around Lev’s tongue.

He’s still licking you—slower now at least, but you’re shaking at the feeling of him stimulating that sensitive bud. “Stop…too much,” you whine weakly, but he just raises a hand off your ass cheek to give it a light smack.

“Bad kitty,” he murmurs with his mouth still pressed against your slit, and the contact makes you seize up and twitch.

“Yes. Very bad.” Alisa doesn’t look angry—she’s never angry with you, even when you’re…disobedient, you guess—but there’s a note of mischief in her eyes that sends a thrill of fear (and not just fear) down your spine.

“S-Sorry, I’m sorry,” you whimper, but Alisa’s already pulling you upright by the ring on your choker.

“Did you cum? Even though we didn’t give you permission?” she asks, even though all three of you know you did. You nod, avoiding looking at both her and the camera as if that’ll disguise the obvious flush painting your cheeks red. At your admission, she smiles indulgently and murmurs something in Russian that you don’t understand, but you get the gist.

You’ve been naughty. And you’re going to get punished.

You hear the bedsprings squeak and feel the dip of the mattress as Lev climbs up behind you, settling his body against yours so the bulge in his pants is pressed against your back again. He’s still wearing most of his outfit from the party—they both are, and you note (not for the first time) how ridiculous it is that the siblings are willing to fuck you together but being naked in front of one another is the one boundary they won’t cross—but you don’t have to wait long before you hear him undoing his pants and pulling his cock out to rut it lazily against your back.

Automatically you shift your legs apart and reach down to finger yourself like you usually do, stretch your cunt out so you’re ready to take him. But before you can reach your pussy, Lev’s hand is folding over yours and lacing his fingers over your hand to stop you. “L-Lev?”

“No, kitty,” he tells you firmly.

You shiver. Alisa pinches your cheek and rubs over your ear. “What…”

“You already came,” Lev continues, and then you feel his cock sliding between your thighs, between your soaking-wet lips, using your cum as lubrication. “You came, so you don’t need to get ready. You’re going to take all of me, okay?”

All of him. You swallow. The full length slowly rubbing between your legs is going to go inside of you, without any preparation beforehand. “But…if I don’t, it’ll—it’s gonna hurt…”

“Yes, it’s going to hurt.” He waits for a moment, giving you a chance to say the safeword, but you don’t. “It’s going to hurt, and then it’ll feel good, and then you’re going to cream yourself on my cock like always. Yes?”

“Uh—“ You blink rapidly, already feeling his cockhead pushing between your lips toward your hole. Alisa combs your hair out of your face and you turn toward her. “Alisa?”

“Don’t ask her. You need to learn that your owners will take care of you. You need to trust us.” Lev presses in, stretching your little cunt around the thick head, and you suck in a sharp inhale.

“A-Ah—it’s too big,” you whine, scrunching your eyes shut and biting your lip as he slides himself deeper into you. And yeah, it hurts…but with how riled up you are, it definitely doesn’t hurt enough for you to want it to stop. The burn from the stretch is just making you wetter, and the feeling of being filled up by him is unbelievable. This was supposed to be a punishment, right?

Alisa cups your face to kiss you gently, and then her hands drift lower to circle your neck. Lev’s still sliding his cock into your pussy, slowly, slowly, so you can feel everything, every inch of his skin and every vein dragging against your g-spot. The deeper he gets, the more it hurts and the more you want to stop him, to take the lead—but he doesn’t let you.

“Are you going to cry, kitten?” Alisa asks you, reaching down to take one of your hands and pull it over her shoulder so you’re holding her. You grit your teeth and shudder and shake your head, making her lips quirk into a smile. “It’s alright if you cry. You’re still cute when you’re crying.”

With another roll of his hips Lev’s pushing up against your cervix and you choke out a curse. “F-Fuck, I’m not—not gonna c-c-cry…”

“Shh…” Upright on his knees behind you, Lev’s body is so big curled over yours that you feel smothered between him and Alisa. You sneak a glance back and there’s a pale pink flush over his cheeks and shoulders. “You’re taking me so well…taking my cock like that, going to make me forget you were bad…”

You stay still because it hurts more when you try to move, and you need to get yourself adjusted. You have to relax, you have to, but he’s so big, heavy and thick between your aching legs. You still haven’t recovered from cumming earlier, and every time one of the aftershocks hits you and you clench around him, the mix of pleasure and pain is almost too much. Even as aroused as you are, your cunt sucking him in for all you’re worth, he’s pushing against your cervix…and his hips haven’t even hit yours yet. He hasn’t bottomed out.

You’re going to take all of me, he said. You’re not even sure you can. But no matter what, you’re not—you’re not—gonna cry.

Until Lev pulls his hips back, sliding his cock out of you so it’s only his head sheathed at the entrance to your cunt, and then snaps forward again, filling you back up in a single stroke. He knocks into you so forcefully that you jerk forward, your chest mashing into Alisa’s. The force and his weight pulls a squeak out of you and—fuck, fuck—you feel tears welling up in your eyes.

“—t-t-too fast,” you pant, squeezing your eyes shut as if that’ll prevent them from getting glossy. The pads of Alisa’s fingers are skimming over your cheeks, and her skin is so soft and silky that you want to nuzzle in for comfort.

“But Kotyonok likes it fast, doesn’t she?…you feel how wet you are on my—my cock?” Lev’s face nudges against your shoulder, and you can feel his hands curling around your upper arms, securing you underneath him, holding you in place as he pounds into you.

You like it…like it fast? Your head is spinning, you’re dizzy and hot and feverish, Lev’s cologne is mixing with Alisa’s perfume and you feel like you’re drinking it, ugh. Fuck. Feels like you’re getting bruised up inside and it feels good. Your legs are jerking, weakly trying to push yourself back on his cock to make him fill you up deeper than your pussy can take but you’re totally at their mercy.

“Let her down, Lyovochka. I want kitty to lick,” Alisa says, looking over your shoulder to make eye contact with her brother. She shifts back on the bedspread, easing herself into the pillows and pushing the skirt of her dress up over her waist to expose her panties: mesh, lace, powder-pink. They’re so pretty against her pale skin that you just stare down at her for a second, open-mouthed, before Lev’s releasing his grip on your arms and splaying his palm into your back, shoving your face down toward her lap.

You catch yourself on your elbows—barely—but you don’t have time to adjust to the new position and how stupid fucking goddamn deep Lev’s cock is hitting you before Alisa’s pulling your face up closer to her clothed pussy and adjusting her thighs to make room. Is she going to keep the panties on? Fuck—you almost ask her to take them off but you know you aren’t allowed so you just angle your face in and let drool coat your tongue so you can try to lap at her pussy through the fabric.

The awkward angle means you can barely taste her, but fuck, what you can taste is so good—they’ve conditioned you, the two of them, conditioned you like Pavlov’s dogs to crave what they’re doing to you so badly you can’t even think. The slightly-bitter taste of her cunt soaking through to your mouth has you intoxicated. She got like this from watching you, watching you cum all over the pretty lingerie she bought you, watching you get fucked so hard you’re crying. The thought of her getting off on watching you squirm makes your pussy clench around Lev’s cock.

“Gonna cum again?” Lev asks with laughter in his voice; his pace slows, dragging out the stimulation to your g-spot right as you feel him reach down to tease over your clit. You squeak out a denial but he doesn’t believe you—and why would he when he can literally hear the nasty wet noises from your pussy eating up his cock? “Yes…you are."

“I’m—n-no, I’m noooot…”

“Poor baby, can’t control herself.” Alisa’s pushing you back into her cunt, fingernails scraping over your scalp as you desperately try to lick her pussy. “Don’t be cruel, Lev.”

Another laugh, low and raspy and juddering from the pace of his cock stretching your walls and pushing against that sweet spot inside you. “I’m not the cruel one.”

They’re both cruel, you think, but that’s the only thing going through your mind because you’re pretty sure you’re going to go fucking crazy, your pussy is so hot you feel like you’re melting around him but you keep at Alisa’s cunt because you want to be good, want to be their good girl, want to be their good little kitty.

You want to be theirs.

“Please—please, can I, can I? Please let me, please I need you to let me…” you beg—somewhere in the back of your mind you know you’re going to hate yourself for giving in to them tomorrow but you want it so so so bad and you can’t cum without their permission, you can’t, you can’t be bad again.

“Well…what do you think, Alisa? Has she earned it?” There’s a growl in Lev’s voice—is he holding himself back? Yesss… He’s slowing down, fucking you up from the inside and the outside, pulling that heat out of you, making you squeal and whine and plead just like he said he would.

You want to, you need to, need to earn it, be good make Alisa feel good earn it—fuck, you have to try harder, and you flutter your tongue over her clit through her panties as well as you can, knowing you’re being sloppy but you don’t know how to help it. She waits a long moment and then sighs, pulling her fingers through your hair, pulling it away from your face so you can look up at her, those pretty pretty eyes looking down at yours so indulgently. Adoringly. Like you’re something to be cherished. “Mm…yes.”

And that’s all it takes.

Your mouth falls open and your pussy does something, convulsing—

“—cumming I’m cumming Lev, A-Alisa—“

fuck, can’t breathe why can’t you breathe? something digging into your throat—

Lev’s, Lev’s hand under the choker dragging you upright tightening cutting off the sounds coming out of your mouth, choking your scream into a pathetic little mewl so he can hold your body up next to him while he fucks you through your climax—you can feel your face turning pink, your cunny holding around him, squeezing him so tight he can barely move but he still does, hips thrusting against your ass, the pleasure so bright and heavy you’re seeing sparks, head rushing, or maybe that’s just the lack of oxygen,

too tight the choker’s too tight you bring your hand back and tap against Lev’s and he lets go immediately. “Shit—sorry, are you alright? Can you breathe?”

You can feel him pulling out, and just that movement is enough to set off another round of clenching in your pussy. You’re sputtering, throat contracting in time with your cunt, not too painful. Just raw.

“Try to breathe, (Y/N),” Lev repeats, stroking down your back to soothe you. He sounds worried, and…that’s your name, isn’t it? It’s been a while since you heard one of them actually say your name instead of just kitten or kitty or kotyonok. It’s not like you can really bother pretending you’re not at least a little bit into the nickname, but hearing your real name out of his mouth stokes some kind of soft, nervous pleasure in you. And goddamn, you do not have the brainpower to analyze why.

It takes a moment for you to catch your breath—the air tastes sweeter than it did a minute ago—and then you roll over. “Did...did you cum?”

Lev shakes his head. You turn toward Alisa, and she just pats your cheek—of course she didn’t cum. Which means you’ve gotten to cum twice, and you didn’t get either of them off.

You bite your lip, turn to the side, and try not to let your eyes water for the—third? fourth?—time tonight. “I’m sorry, I—I’ll do it again, I’ll be better—“

“No,” Alisa says gently, adjusting her position to sit next to you and kiss your forehead. “You were so good, (Y/N).”

Lev mirrors her actions on the other side so you’re bracketed by the two of them. After a second of stillness to gauge your comfort, he starts undoing the clasps at the back of the choker and massaging his fingers over the tender skin underneath. You sniffle and then feel him lay his chin on the top of your head, arrange his arm over your side. “It’s okay,” he murmurs. “You know we like you no matter what, right?”

Alisa nods in agreement, pupils coming to a rest on the skin of your throat as she helps Lev remove the tangle of red satin straps from your body. “Our perfect little kitten. Who’s a good girl?”

Kitten.

Your stomach drops. Not your name. Just kitten.

It must be the twentieth time she’s called you that tonight, but somehow this time it’s different. You cringe, feeling cold where she touches you, but that doesn’t stop her from wiping away the smeared mascara and tear tracks from your cheeks. When you try to flinch away from her, Lev huffs out an annoyed breath and pushes you back into place. “Myesto. Stay.”

It’s a command. Like you would give to an animal. When you freeze, Alisa smiles and then she’s tilting your chin up with her fingers and bringing the camera—the camera, you forgot about the camera—to your throat so she can capture the mess of pink lines and indentations from where the choker bit into your neck…

…and who are you kidding? It’s not a choker, it’s a fucking collar. And you’re not their lover, or their girlfriend, or even their fuckbuddy.

You’re their pet.

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