#yandere lev haiba x reader

[yanderecrazysie]

Harmless (Yandere Lev)

I'm on a fucking ROLL- Anyways this is a request from Quotev!

Title: Harmless

Pairings: Lev x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, Lev is fluffy af

Summary: Lev couldn’t hurt a fly, so why are you avoiding him?

harmless

/adjective/

not able or likely to cause harm.

You’re really just too cute for your own good.

Your skin is so soft and perfect for stroking. Your hair is so beautiful and fun to play with. You’re the perfect height and have the most adorable little face that makes the cutest expressions.

How can you expect anyone, especially a guy as fixated on you as Lev, to ever leave you alone?

He’s entirely enamored with your cuteness, to the point that he can’t focus on anything else when you’re around.

It’s impossible to be intimidated by Lev, despite his towering height and catlike eyes. He’s like an oversized puppy. Surely, he’s too innocent to suspect of anything wrong at all, too oblivious to plan anything nefarious.

And maybe that’s true. After all, Lev’s intentions are nothing but harmless. The obsession that consumes him isn’t really his fault, he reasons, and it’s not hurting anyone, not even you.

Sure, it’s a little annoying to have him poking at your cheeks and nose every few minutes or wrapping his insanely long arms around you so that you can’t escape his smothering affection, but it’s not anything bad.

It’s not like he gets jealous of other guys or anything, as long as he has you within arms’ reach (which is easy, considering it’s him). He’s not violent or threatening in any way (you couldn’t even picture him doing anything like that!)

He’s harmless, so what’s the problem? Why do you shy away from his touches when he’d never hurt you? Why do you avoid him when he’d give you all the affection you could possibly need.

He’ll try harder and harder to prove that he’s harmless to you. That you can trust him. That he’s really nothing but fluff under his strength.

Just give in. What’s the worry? No harm done.

After all, even the most harmless person in the world can turn into a monster if you push him hard enough.

[pparadiselost]

u & i.

lev haiba x senpai fem reader lev never fell out of love. warning(s): nsfw, pre-timeskip mention, yandere, delusional lev, virginity fantasy on lev's part minors do not interact.

lev haiba has always had a little bit of a romantic streak.

he can’t help it. his older sister would enable him a little bit. ever since he was a bumbling first year, his heart yearned for that something special, that someone special. it’s why he’s so quick to fall in love with you, an upperclassman who wanted to do nothing with the tall, awkward, way-too-loud sixteen-year-old he once was.

lev wonders if you think the same thing about him now, eight years down the line. now he’s a big name hotshot 24-year-old model, and his face and pretty body is plastered over every screen that shibuya could show off. 

you, his dearly beloved senpai of memory, shouldn’t have ever been a problem for him. but it permeates every inch of his romantic life, that pesky puppy crush of his that took root into a deeper thing over the 8 years where his love festered and rotted like an untreated wound.

(he feels it. he picks up girls off the streets of milan, paris, moscow… they’re all flattered to think someone like him would take an interest in them, but lev has his ulterior motives. they look like you. similar hair. similar crinkle in their eyes when they giggle. similar physique.)

(and when he shoves them down on his luxury hotel bed, he wonders if your body would feel the same. s-so good! harder, harder, give me more, lev! the girls cry out, moaning and rubbing at their throbbing clit with their desperate fingers. their faces are hazy in his mind. without fail they always end up contorting into some twisted image of you.)

(god, if only you gave him a chance. he’s a man now. he’s a grown man, with a grown job, and a cock so big and thick that he swears he could break your pussy with it. he daydreams about it often, actually. his eyes glaze over the silhouette of the girl he’s fucking, imagining that it’s you crying out underneath him, pinned down under his tall body and down onto a hotel suite bed that probably costs more than your yearly salary.)

(he’d break you. slowly, sweetly. he’d pretend that it’s his first time having sex, that he’s giving his first love his first time. i mean, if he’s pretending that he’s having sex with you with every person he sleeps with, then wouldn’t you technically be the one taking his virginity in some sick, convoluted way?)

(i saved myself for you, senpai! i waited for you! he squeals in his delusion. your head is thrown back, mid-moan. he knows you’ve never had dick like his before. your pussy squeezes and clenches around his girth, molding itself to the invasive size. lev keeps pounding like the pussy-drunk, love-drunk fool he is. he’ll keep making you feel good. he’ll make it so that your pussy can’t cum on anything else other than his cock. he’ll make sure your cunt can’t forget him.)

(surely then, with time, with conviction, with love, you’d fall for him too, right?)

[seijorhi]

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.

[seeuonadarknite]

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.

[mango-bango-bby]

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!!

[jackrrabbit]

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.

[solarisensun]

Can I request a yandere!Lev (NSFW?) with an adorable super small reader....he’s super excited and just wants to smother her w/ love

Writing this one my phone so I’ll add the read more link tmrw 😔

Warnings : Yandere themes, slight NSFW, size kink, noncon touching

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You are just so....small. No - tiny is more appropriate. 

The crown of your head barely reaches his shoulder, the delicate slope of your shoulders makes him look like a mountain, your dainty little hands that fit perfectly in his rough palms.

The fact that he has to crouch down to meet your eye level explains everything.

Even your bedroom is small, the way his left knee keeps banging against the underside of your wooden table and his arms take up more than half of the surface.

You are frowning, a little curl of hair having escaped from your hairband to tickle your cheek and pink plump lips pressed together in concentration as you mark through his quiz with a red pen twirling between your fingers.

Daringly, Lev lets his eyes wander downwards. To the silver chain adorned on your neck, the swell of your breasts just barely evident under the cute little pink shirt. Its a colour he sees on you quite often. From your pink fluffy socks to the equal shade of clips in your hair. 

 Your soft sigh jerks his gaze back to your face and Lev blushes at the sight of your bottom lip (adorned in pink gloss of course) worrying between your teeth when your pen scratches another large X on his paper (not that he really gives a shit about the stupid quiz).

You probably how no idea how tempting you look right now.

An adorable candy just begging to be unwrapped. 

It’d be so easy to pin you down, to feel your supple body brushing his skin, those gorgeous lips wrapped around something else........It’s a thought that crossed his mind more and more these days. What would you taste like? The answer comes to him - sweet. He could literally crush you if he wanted to. No one would know anyway....... 

Certainly not in this empty house that you had oh so conveniently invited him over to ‘study’.

“Lev, Lev, Lev?”

You honeyed voice derails his abrupt train of thoughts. To be honest, everything sounds oddly muffled, like he’s hearing you speak to him underwater. 

“Yes?” If you noticed the breathlessness in his voice, you don’t mention it. It was another neat little attribute Lev liked about you. You may be top of the class but you were just so dense sometimes. 

“Come here,” you smile and the Russian nearly melts at the sight. Immediately, he scoots over and you are forced to shuffle to make space for his lanky limbs.

There is the quiet rustle of papers as you begin to explain his wrong answers, accentuating each point with the scrape of the red pen under the words but Lev just can’t seem to focus.

You smell nice, like freshly picked strawberries under a golden sun. 

You are on the third question when you finally seem to pick up that Lev was doing anything but listen to your explanations. 

“Lev, you do know that this test is worth 30% of our grade right?” Though your words are patronizing, there is the light of amusement dancing in your warm eyes. You had never been able to muster the strength to stay mad at him.

“Right,” he clears his throat awkwardly but the light ‘ping’ from your phone notification shoves his next words back down. He hadn’t meant to look at your screen but it was just so easy, he barely had to try to peer across your shoulder to see a familiar name. 

Kenma?

What business did you have with the sullen setter?

Lev’s sharp eyes don’t miss the way your cheeks flush pink and your prettily manicured nails type out a reply. 

His vision fractures for a second, the world shuddering under his feet, everything splinters into a thousand shades of pink and gray and red. Its an odd feeling, and your phone is yanked out of your grasp before Lev fully realises what he has actually done.

“Hey!” He doesn’t like the sharp bite in your tone.

Your light pushes in a pitiful attempt to get your phone back nearly makes him scoff. 

“Give it back!” 

His answer was to catch your wrists in his hand, to push you against the wall. Lev can feel your pulse thrumming under his fingers, feel your delicate bones shatter if he pressed a little too hard. 

“Why were you talking to him?” Even in his own ears, his voice is hard, unyielding and Lev sees unhidden fear flash across your wide eyes. But it feels right. It is right, he repeats the thought in his head like a mantra. He feels the words settle in him, its freeing.

And he wants more. Like dangling a bait just barely out of grasp. He wants to feel your lips on his, worship every part of your body, caress down your sides with a gentle touch. 

And he does just exactly that. 

In his ears, your whimpers and sobs are merely further encouragement. He can barely hear your pleading when he bunches your shirt up, pets your little cunt until you are a writhing mess under his hardness. You are even cuter when you cry, don’t worry though, Lev is there to comfort you. 

When Lev finally slides into you, groaning at the sheer tightness and kissing away the tears streaming down your face. He knows he shoudn’t be doing this.

 But......it feels right. 

Navigation 

[seiyasabi]

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. 

[yaboizander]

Masterlist (On Hiatus/Inactive/Closed)

Stuff on this blog will be censored! Go to @yaboizander2 for uncensored versions

Do's:

Fluff

Nsfw

Polyamorous fanfics

Comfort (Nothing too heavy)

Male and GN readers

Don't:

Female readers

Canon x canon

Angst

Yandere

Pedophilia

Incest

Heavy topics

Gross stuff (You know what I'm talking about)

Daddy k#nk

Mommy k#nk

Non-con/Dub-con

Anything else that is disturbing

☁️- Fluff

🔞- NSFW

😳- Suggestive

🫂- Comfort

Haikyuu

Daichi Sawamura

Koushi Sugawara

Asahi Azumane

Ryunosuke Tanaka

Yuu Nishinoya

Shoyo Hinata

Tobio Kageyama

Kei Tsukishima

Tadashi Yamaguchi

Tetsurou Kuroo

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/662711184303292416/haikyuu-tetsurou-kuroo-relationship-headcanons ☁️

Kenma Kozume

Lev Haiba

Morisuke Yaku

Tooru Oikawa

Hajime Iwaizumi

Kentarou Kyotani

Kotarou Bokuto

Keiji Akaashi

Wakatoshi Ushijima

Satori Tendou

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/682927798533455872/i-am-so-glad-that-i-came-across-your-blog-mind-if ☁️

Eita Semi

Kenjirou Shirabu

Kiyoomi Sakusa

Shinsuke Kita

Atsumu Miya

Osamu Miya

Rintarou Suna

Kiyoko Shimizu

Hitoka Yachi

The Arcana

Count Lucio

Asra

Julian Devorak

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/662615680408027136/the-arcana-julianilya-devorak-relationship ☁️

Portia Devorak

Countess Nadia

Obey Me

Lucifer

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/665305106218090496/lucifer-x-male-reader-obey-me ☁️

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/665298067461931008/lucifer-relationship-headcanons-obey-me ☁️

Mammon

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/665332379017248768/mammon-x-male-reader ☁️

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/665320150642393088/mammon-relationship-headcanons ☁️

Leviathan

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/665856200610594816/leviathan-x-mmc-obey-me ☁️

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/665854323824246784/leviathan-relationship-headcanons-obey-me ☁️

Satan

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/665948851213107200/satan-x-mmc-obey-me ☁️

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/665947233219461120/satan-relationship-headcanons-obey-me ☁️

Asmodeus

Beelzebub

Belphegor

Lord Diavolo

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/662612596763066368/obey-me-diavolo-relationship-headcanons ☁️

Barbatos

Simeon

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/662614162841665536/obey-me-simeon-relationship-headcanons ☁️

Solomon

Twisted Wonderland

Riddle Rosehearts

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/666483972226875392/riddle-x-male-reader ☁️

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/666425236691009536/riddle-rosehearts-relationship-headcanons-twisted ☁️

Trey Clover

Cater Diamond

Ace Trappola

Deuce Spade

Leona Kingscholar

Ruggie Bucchi

Jack Howl

Azul Ashengrotto

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/667126317714653184/azul-ashengrotto-x-male-reader-twisted 🔞

Floyd Leech

Jade Leech

Kalim Al-asim

Jamil Viper

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/674214243087892480/hi-if-youre-still-taking-requests-could-i 🔞

Vil Schoenheit

Rook Hunt

Epel Felmier

Idia Shroud

Malleus Draconia

Lilia Vanrouge

Sebek Zigvolt

Silver

Genshin Impact

Kaeya

Jean

Diluc

Venti

Eula

Zhongli

Tartaglia/Childe/Ajax

Baizhu

Shenhe

Xiao

Ei

Itto

Kazuha

Ayaka

Ayato

Gorou

Kokomi

Scaramouche

Dottore

Jujutsu Kaisen

Yuuji Itadori

Sukuna

Toge Inumaki

Gojo Satoru

Megumi Fushiguro

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/662084204431130624/horror-movie-date-megumi-fushiguro-x-gn-reader ☁️

Ouran Highschool Host Club

Tamaki Suoh

Kyoya Ootori

Hikaru Hitachiin

Kaoru Hitachiin

Security Breach

Sundrop

Moondrop

Roxy

Monty

Glamrock Freddy

Glamrock Chica

Danganronpa

Makoto Naegi

Byakuya Togami

Nagito Komaeda

Hajime Hinata

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

Shuichi Saihara

K1-B0

Kokichi Ouma

Lego Monkie Kid

Sun Wukong/Monkey King

Macaque

Red Son

Mei

MK

[meowdarame]

strictly professional

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

pairings: supermodel!lev x f!reader; (she/her pronouns, afab!reader)

synopsis: supermodel lev haiba can’t help but lust after his gorgeous makeup artist; 725 words

warnings: explicit language, SMUT (18+, minors DNI!!), male masturbation, perv!lev, slightly yandere themes, lmk if i missed anything!

notes: this is my submission for @meiansmistress underrated character collab! a super special thank you to my beta reader, sam <3 as always, likes and reblogs are appreciated!

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Lev knows he shouldn’t be doing this.

He knows it’s wrong— that it’s unprofessional, and maybe even borderline creepy— to lust after someone who was hired to do his makeup for a photoshoot. He knows it’s perverted to imagine such lewd things about someone whom he just met, someone whose relationship with him doesn’t extend beyond the purely transactional.

Yet he still can’t stop himself from shifting underneath his warm covers, fingers trailing down his torso, wrapping around the waistband of his shorts, and lowering his boxers so that his cock springs free and slaps against his toned abs.

He runs his lithe fingertips along the underside of his length, tracing the outline of a prominent vein. He bites his lip and sucks in a quick breath once they dance around his tip. Growing impatient with his own tortuous teasing, his hand wraps around the top half of his cock, thumb spreading the dribbles of precum that leaks out of his slit around his throbbing tip.

His hand twists and tugs at his member at a painstakingly slow pace, taking his sweet time pleasuring himself. He shuts his eyes and envisions your pretty face, pretending that it’s your skilled hands pumping his cock rather than his own.

Lev pictures your hands— perfect, dainty little things— that effortlessly painted sparkling shapes around his eyes. He remembers the shy giggles that escaped your sweet lips when you pushed his hair out of his face. Did your breath hitch too when you lifted his chin and your eyes met for the first time earlier today? Or was he imagining that too? Lev can’t remember properly, and it’s not like he could, not with the way all of the blood from his head rushed to his dick at that exact moment, making him lose complete sense of his surroundings.

He realizes that these flashing mental images of you aren’t enough. He needs more. His shaky hands fumble in the dark in search of his phone. Once he feels the cold glass of his phone screen, he quickly pulls it to his face, the light from the screen stunning his eyes from his dimly lit bedroom. It takes a few seconds for his pupils to adjust to the sudden brightness, but once they do, he opens Instagram.

His fingers fumble through the app’s search bar, quickly typing in your username (which he sneakily found while peeking over your shoulder earlier when you weren’t looking.) After a few frustrating typos, he finds your account.

He scrolls through your feed, marveling at photos of you lounging at the beach in a skimpy bikini, dancing with your friends at some random club in the heart of Tokyo, and playing with your 5 month old puppy.

But one particular photo, a selfie of one of your most recent makeup looks, catches his eye. Shimmery eyeshadow adorns your eyelids, a dreamy look plastered on your face as you stare directly into the camera. Your luscious lips are glossy and slightly parted, and Lev imagines that they’re wrapped around his cock, eagerly kitten-licking the precum off of his aching tip.

This image is what Lev needs to push him over the edge. He cums with a soft cry, his seed spilling all over his tense abs and heaving chest. He immediately reaches over to his nightstand to grab a couple tissues to wipe himself clean.

After tossing the dirtied tissues into the trash, his post-nut clarity begins to sink in. But to his horror, his eyes are met with an embarrassing sight.

He accidentally liked all of your photos.

How the fuck did this happen? Did his finger slip when he was jerking off? In a pitiful attempt at damage control, he clumsily attempts to unlike each post, but to make matters worse, his shaky fingers unintentionally hit the “Follow” button.

All of the blood that was just in his dick rushes to his head.

But before he can even process what just happened, a notification banner drops down from the top of his screen.

You followed him back.

Lev stares at his screen, frozen, a whirlwind of emotions clouding his head— excitement, nervousness, shame, confusion— when his phone buzzes from another notification.

[levhaiba_official] @yourusername sent you a message: it was a pleasure working with you today, mr. haiba! hope we see each other again soon! :)

[fishstyx]

yandere nekoma.

featuring. kuroo tetsuro, kozume kenma, lev haiba, morisuke yaku x gn!reader

genre. dark/taboo, smut

tw. 18+ nsfw, noncon, toxic behavior, stalking, manipulation, abuse, babytrapping. implied penetration, oral.

✸ kuroo tetsuro.

• kuroo knows exactly what he’s doing. backing you up into a corner, toying with you once you’re trapped because he loves a good game of cat and mouse. he picks your friends off one by one until there’s no one left to turn to—at least, no one to turn to but him.

• his torturous patience pays off, and soon enough he has you all to himself, all those pesky distractions you once considered companions suddenly cutting contact with just a little tampering.

• it’s at a party when everything in your life seems to fall apart. the people you used to be closest to are suddenly ignoring you, and those with whom you’re loosely acquainted are all whispering behind your back.

“just what did you tell them?!” you yell at kuroo, wanting nothing more than to leave this very instant, but he blocks the bathroom door with ease.

“nothing i had to lie about,” he replies, eerily calm as you push against his chest.

“liar. don’t give me that bullshit!” but your voice comes out all wobbly, and he knows you’re not completely convinced by yourself.

“just accept it already. they can’t like, let alone love you for who you truly are,” he says. you shake your head fervently but he takes your chin in his hand, cat-like eyes deceptively soft as he leans in and backs you up against the sink, hard enough for you to feel his growing bulge.

“but i can. in fact, i already do. so let me show you.”

✸ kozume kenma.

• kenma doesn’t play the same game as kuroo; he’s too busy with his own, after all. there are better ways, he thinks, to tie his darling down to him.

• enter your new home: an extra large dog crate just for you! the bars are spaced wide enough for you to fiddle with the latch, but he keeps it padlocked for no chance of escape.

• not to mention the hefty collar at your neck and the heavy chain that clinks every time you move—though where it leads to, you’re not quite sure yet.

“kenma, ‘m thirsty,” you whine, delirious from a severe lack of nutrition. your captor’s eyes flicker from you to his monitor, sighing when he sees the way your fingers cling to the metal bars.

“okay, okay, i’ll get you something to drink,” he says, pausing his game with slow, reluctant movement. he looks around for something to give you—nothing but a litter of crushed monster cans and a water bottle that hasn’t been filled in days, maybe weeks.

but right when he’s about to head for the kitchen, it hits him like a truck. why should he walk all the way to the fridge when he’s boasting a perfectly good source of hydration himself?

he’s hovering over your cage now, undoing his pants with sudden immediacy before threading his cock through the bars of your doggy cage, enamored by the look on your face—so dazed and lost and confused.

“now suck.”

✸ lev haiba.

• lev just wants what’s best for you, and what’s best for you is a big, strong man to protect you from the dangers of the world.

• what’s that? you called him crazy? silly little thing, doesn’t even know what’s good for itself. but when he sees your reddened nose and tear-soaked eyes, he just has to forgive you and your cluelessness. he’s not a monster, after all.

• there, there. isn’t that so much better, with his pretty fingers stuffed deep inside of you?

the tears won’t stop, fat droplets of saltwater staining your clothes—clothes that lev picked out himself, all for his sweet little adorable kitten.

“what’s wrong, little one?” he asks as if he isn’t violating you in this very moment, curling his fingers up in search of that one spongy spot that’s supposed to have you shivering in pleasure. instead you’re frozen in place, silently praying for him to stop, wetness streaking your cheeks when he shows no signs of slowing down.

“oh, i get it now!” lev shoots you a boyish, cheeky grin before abruptly pulling out, and if you didn’t know any better you might have actually believed him.

but it’s abundantly clear that he hasn’t heard your quiet pleas at all when he lets his pants fall to the ground. he’s leaning into you now, stroking the tent in his boxers before cooing in your ear:

“you need something bigger, don’t you?”

✸ morisuke yaku.

• yaku doesn’t do anything overtly alarming to you. nothing you can pinpoint yourself, anyway.

• he doesn’t have the scheming personality of kuroo and kenma nor the cluelessly lovelorn mindset of lev. what he does have is the soaring desire to put a baby in you. because he likes the thing the two of you have going on, wants to prolong it as long as possible.

• you’re way too trusting of yaku, lifting your ass up in the air without looking behind to make sure he has a condom on. he was right to go in bareback; what would happen if some other guy got ahold of you in all of your naivete?

“that’s all me?” you ask, stunned by the way ‘your’ cum drips onto the bed as yaku pulls out of you. there’s so much today, and it forms an ever-growing, glistening puddle underneath you.

“that’s all you, babe,” he says, used condom already in his hand—but it’s the one from last round, not that you can tell yourself.

“we should do this more often, then. from the back, i mean.”

yaku pulls you in and smiles into your neck, giddy with delight. you’re making this easy for him. almost too easy.

“yes, we really should.”

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Happy Tears

Howdy people!

How are you? I hope that you are all fine and healthy during these times.

Today I have to show you some cute drabbles of our best boys in Haikyuu!! in a quite peculiar situation.

(I got a little carried away with these drabbles. This was going to be shorter, but, you know me - you really don’t -)

Please enjoy this writing, and constructive comments are always appreciated!

Once said this, let’s get into it!

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Pairings -> gn!reader x Bokuto Kōtarō / Tendō Satori / Yamaguchi Tadashi / Lev Haiba (separately)

Warnings -> Fluff and happy tears

Synopsis -> People always associate tears and cries with sadness, grief, and worry. But how would some of our boys react to a s/o who starts crying from happiness?

Words-> 4667

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Bokuto Kōtarō

Bokuto Kōtarō is a ball of fluffiness that needs constant affection, praise, and cuddles. If he doesn’t have that, he will fall into a pit of “emo feelings”, becoming his depressed self.

For this reason, all of his past partners never lasted long enough to finally get to know the boy: he was too much to handle for people who only wanted him for his looks and popularity, leaving Akaashi to look after him and take him out of his sad seasons.

Or at least, that was until he encountered you. You were someone who was willing to pamper him through his gloomy days and encourage him to be his best version, looking behind his pretty face and the popular agenda he was used to relating to. For this reason, he vowed to care for you and make you the happiest person to ever step on the earth.

Your duty as Bokuto Kōtarō’s partner was quite easy: give him cuddles, love, and baked goods, and he will be putty in your hands, as well as the happiest boy on the earth. Being his partner was a hard job that you were delighted to have, because, in return, the lover boy made you the happiest person on this planet, giving you lots and lots of love and kisses.

For this reason, you couldn’t understand how his anterior partners couldn’t keep up with the boy. You could tell that Bokuto was the sweetest person you ever met, and he was the most beautiful human, on the inside and outside, that stole your heart and protected it with all his care.

Because of this, when you overheard some of Bokuto’s classmates talking bad about your partner, you lost all your sense of rationality and went there to kick some asses.

“Who do you think you are, talking like that about a guy who is better than you in every aspect?” You stomped towards the two guys, who stopped talking at your abrupt appearance.

Looking at you up and down, one of them continued talking. “And who are you to interrupt us?” Laughing, both of the guys shared another look. Bitches.

“If you didn’t know, I’m Bokuto’s partner by the way.” At this, both of them paled a little bit. There may be some “rumors” about the volleyball captain's partner slapping someone because they were making fun of their boyfriend’s emo-mood. Yeah, “just” rumors… Well, continuing where we were. “So if you have anything bad to say, you can put your opinions up your a-”

When you were finishing the sentence, a hand on your shoulder silenced it. Turning your head, you saw Bokuto standing next to you. His presence alone was sufficient to make the boys storm off, leaving you and your boyfriend alone.

“Hey babe.” Bokuto said gloomily. That’s when you knew that he also heard what those two guys were saying earlier.

“Bokuto!” Hugging him, you started speaking again. “Baby you don’t have to listen to anything that these boys tell about you. You know how amazing you are and how beautiful and precious you are, and how you do everything from the heart, and how yo-”

“Y/n, it doesn’t matter, really.” Bokuto undid the hug you both were sharing, and you could see behind his eyes. He was affected.

“No Bo you don’t understand, you can let them talk bad about you, you can’t-” At this point you were speed-talking, and a glimpse of tears could be seen in your gaze.

“Y/N!” Bokuto shouted when he saw that tears started falling from your eyes. “Baby, babe, pup, what happened?” Whipping the crystal tears from your cheeks, Bokuto started caressing your face and neck.

“It’s just that-” Sniffling, you launched yourself at Bokuto, who caught you between his chest and arms, with one of them in your back, and the other gripping your thigh.

“Come on pup, what happened?” Rubbing your back and giving you a little peck on the cheek, your boyfriend tried to draw out the motive of your intense crying. “Are you ill? Do you need me to take you to the nurse's office?”

“No Bo.” Trying to recompose yourself so you could speak, you gave the bicolored-haired boy a soft look, which was even softer by the redness of your face. “It’s just…” Breathing in, you explained to him what was bothering you, and why you seemed so upset with those people before. “It’s just that I can’t stand people making fun of you. You are a beautiful person who always makes other people your top priority. Why does it matter if you need more cuddles than other people? I will always be here to take care of you, because I know that you will be here to take care of me. We are a couple, and my duty as your partner is to make you happy and content. My duty is to make you feel loved.”

With this little speech, Bokuto was the one that started tearing up. Then, it was his turn to speak. “That’s why you are crying? Because some other people made me upset?”

“That’s not exactly the reason.” Smiling through your tears, you gave the captain one of the brightest smiles he had ever seen from you. “I am crying because I am so happy that you are my lover, Bo. I’m crying because I never had someone like you before, and seeing other people make fun of you made me realize that I want to protect you and make you feel the one and only in this world. Baby, I am crying because I love you so much that I didn't know how to express it, Bo. Because I love you, and I will always love you.”

When you said this, none of you said anything during what seemed an eternity. You started thinking that maybe you went a little overboard with what you have said, so you started trying to climb down his strong arms. That’s when Bokuto reareacted, and gripping you tighter, he talked again.

“I love you so much, y/n. I think you broke me because I don’t know what to say, and the only thing that comes to my mind is that I love you so, so much. Baby, I love you!” While your boyfriend was saying this, he also started crying, tearing his eyes up with salty tears, while he hid his face on your neck.

This nearly broke you too, as your love for the boy seemed to increase with his sentence. What happened next, it’s something that both of you will remember as the happiest peak of your relationship, and the moment when you realized that you were a perfect match. For this reason, you couldn’t think of anything better than to shout “I love you’s” with your boyfriend.

“BO I LOVE YOU!”

“Y/N!”

“BOKUTO!”

While you were shouting each other’s names while crying and hugging with an incredible force, you didn’t notice a certain black-haired guy who was watching you from afar. The guy’s name was Akaashi, and upon seeing the scene in front of him, he let out a long sigh. Today, he wasn’t only left to take care of a sad burrito, but of two lovers who couldn’t stop crying and bawling their eyes out. Today Akaashi was going to be a nanny, but for his two friends, he would go to the end of the world and back so they could stay safe and sound and cry without anyone getting in their way.

Tendō Satori

My my, this boy is an interesting one, and I think that he doesn’t have the recognition that he deserves.

Contrary to popular belief, I firmly believe that Tendō isn’t a yandere who will take pride in hurting you. So please stop making him like this, it isn’t his personality.

Said this, in my opinion Tendō is someone who will make “his paradise”, his pet name for you, the happiest person on earth, taking them to weird and unusual dates, but ensuring that his partner always has a smile on their face. So imagine his bewilderment when you start randomly crying on your date to the zoo.

“Come on my paradise, or we will be late to see the birds.”

“Tendō, we are running towards the zoo, we can’t possibly be late when they open in an hour!”

This conversation is the one that you have with your boyfriend Tendō Satori, while you both are running towards the zoo because he decided that today he wanted to see wild animals when in the first place, you were going to have a movie date in your house.

“What happened to Ten-Ten, my love?” The red-head then stops running, causing you to crash against his back. Thank god that he had your hand in a firm grip, because if it wasn’t, well, then you would have crashed against the cold hard floor.

“I would have called you Ten-Ten if we were walking, you know I don’t play volleyball like you!”

“And? A little adventure it’s good for everyone.”

You look into each other's eyes, and then you both start laughing with stars in your sight.

“Okay, you got me there Ten, but can we stop for a minute or two?” Running out of breath you push Tendō towards a bank in a small square, where your boyfriend sits down and pushes you on his lap. “We still have time, you know?” Caressing his face, you both kiss. When he breaks it, he starts talking again.

“I know, but, I just wanted to see the birds with you.” Putting his head on your shoulder, he lets himself relax a little bit.

“Ten-Ten, you may be able to fool your enemies in the court, but you know you can’t lie to your partner.” Tendō raises his head and looks directly into your eyes, as if trying to decipher the meaning behind those words.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that I know you, babe.” As you talk, you let your hand play with his own, tracing his bandaged fingers and giving each one little kisses as you continue with your explanation. “I know the look in your eyes when you are lying to me. Maybe in the court this gaze is transformed into something indestructible, but with me, you know that I can understand each one of your glances.”

Tendō hugged your waist and gave a tiny kiss to your neck and shoulder. He always does this when he is nervous or excited about something.

“Well…” He starts talking while his eyes wander far from your form. “Maybe it’s not the birds what I want to see.”

“Then what do you want to visit, Ten? Do you want to return to my house and watch the new movie that you wanted to see with me?”

“No!” Exalted, he nearly shouted the word to you. Then, when he was a little calmer, he continued with his rambling. “What I really want to see is your smile.”

With his statement you turned your head towards his, and this time it was your turn to put your head on his shoulder. Giving him a tiny smile, you asked him with curiosity. “What does that mean, Tendō? You always see my smile when I’m with you.”

“Yeah, I know, it’s just that…” Your boyfriend stopped talking and you gave him an encouraging kiss on his head. Then, he continued. “You always make things for me, and do whatever I want, so I wanted to return you the favor.” Tendō grabbed your hand and interlocked your fingers with his bandaged ones. “At the zoo for today they will put this new section with a petting zoo of sheep and llamas and alpacas, and I know how much you love these animals, so I thought I could bring you there to see your smile while petting them. You always have this sappy smile when you talk about how you would like to pet an alpaca, so I thought it would be a great idea. I was just thrilled to see you happy, so I wanted to get there as early as possible.”

“Tendō…” Saying his name with a whispering voice, you were suddenly overwhelmed with all this love. You were on the verge of crying, and your boyfriend took notice of this too.

“The idea was that horrible? You look like you're about to cry.” Putting his hand on your cheek, he continued. “Do you still want to go to the zoo? We can just get some ice cream in the park next to your house.”

With this final sentence, abruptly all hell broke loose and you started bawling and tearing your eyes out.

“Babe?! Y/n why are you crying? We don’t need to go to the zoo if you don’t want, we can-”

“No no, it’s not because of the zoo.” Sniffling, you started explaining the motives of your crying. “It’s just because I’m so happy Ten-Ten.”

Tendō looked at you weirdly, but still with worried and loving eyes. “Are you crying because you are happy?”

“I know it’s weird but, it’s just,” Making a pause to recompose yourself, you finally looked straight into his eyes. “I am so happy right now with you. Nobody ever cared that much for me, nobody loved me as you do, and I certainly never have loved someone as much as I love you.”

You grabbed his hands, and you looked into his eyes as if it was the first time that you did so. “Tendō, I love you so much. So, so much. And you remember everything that I say, and you make me so happy. Yes, I want to go to the petting area of the zoo with you. I would like it so much.”

At this, your boyfriend got your face between his hands and gave you a little smooch. “My paradise, look at me. The shine of my eyes it’s because of you, because of how happy you make me. I would do anything for you. But babe, you don’t need to cry of happiness. In that case, you should only laugh. I want you to laugh every day, okay?” Giving you another kiss, he pushed you carefully off his lap and stood up with you.

“Now, my paradise, do you want to go to the zoo, or do you prefer crying a little bit more about how much do you love me?”

Giving him a tiny shoulder punch, you grabbed his hand and started running with him again towards the zoo. Even though you cried this day, you can surely tell that it was the best day of your life.

Yamaguchi Tadashi

Yamaguchi has always been at your side.

Being childhood friends alongside Tsukishima, you found yourself falling in love with the freckled boy a little bit more every day, while having to listen to the nasty side remarks the blond boy threw at your side.

However, your friendship ended the day you decided to confess to Yamaguchi, having a tearful final full of surprises.

With the final ring of the school bell, classes finally ended and students were able to leave the school behind. Some people left towards an upcoming weekend full of adventures, and, some other people, left for a full weekend of homework. Thankfully, you were one of the lucky students who didn’t get any schoolwork, having done all your exams and having got good grades.

However, all the calmness that you could get by having a free-work weekend it’s replaced by the nervous feeling of having to confess to your childhood friend, whom you have asked if you could meet tomorrow morning.

“Why am I doing this?” You thought, “Oh right, because Tsukishima said that if I didn’t confess this weekend, he would do it for me” and believe me, it’s better if he doesn’t confess your feelings for you. He can be quite, hum, sarcastic and horrible when he wants to.

While you were lost in your thoughts, a usually nervous boy approached you with a sappy smile on his face. Can you guess who it is?

“Y/n, wait for me!” At this, you jumped a little bit and stopped walking towards the school gates. Turning your head to the voice, you encountered the love of your li-, your childhood friend.

“Yams, what are you doing here? You scared me, didn't you have practice?” Exalted you exclaimed.

“Well, we have a little break. I just wanted to confirm if tomorrow you still can meet me at the park.”

Sweating (when did you start sweating?), you answered. “Of course Yams, I will be there, you know I invited you in the first place.”

“Yeah, I know.” Yamaguchi started rubbing his neck with his right hand, and you swear that one day you are going to die of his cuteness. “And another thing before you leave, Tsukki is coming too.”

NO, No, no, no, “W-what?” if you thought you were sweating before, you haven’t seen yourself now. “Why is Tsukishima coming?”

“Well, he asked if he could come too because he said that he doesn’t want to miss something that would make him laugh a lot. I haven’t understood that part.”

That bitch. “Okay, don’t worry, we will still be together, so no problem. See you tomorrow, Yams.” I swear I can hear his stupid laugh.

“See you tomorrow y/n!” Now running towards the gym door, the boy disappeared, and you know that you never had this enormous urge of killing blondes before.

Tomorrow came earlier than expected, and you found yourself walking towards the park in slow motion. Little steps without confidence were the ones that you gave until you stopped at the large gates of the park.

“You can do this y/n, just ignore Tsukishima.” Repeating this like a mantra in your head, you advanced towards your special spot in the park, a little spot full of flowers and two swings. You always go there with Yams, and every time you end up with flower crowns made by the freckled friend.

“Look who's here already, our little shy friend y/n.” That bitch already. At least I know I have arrived in time for our meeting.

“Tsukishima.” Giving him your nastiest glare, you turn towards Yamaguchi, who is swinging in the wooden plaything. “Hello Yams! How are you?”

“It’s nice knowing that you care for me”

“Shut up Tsukishima, and go away.” Looking at him, you know that he won’t go away that easily. “Oh please lord Tsukishima, go away.” The disgusting things that I have to do for him to leave.

“Well if you insist, I’ll be right there.” And he only steps aside to the tree next to the swings. Well, this has to do.

“What's the matter, y/n?” Yams stands up and touches your arm. “Are you okay?”

Y/n please don’t mess this up. Please please don’t mess this up. Please don’t be nervous, you can do it, please-

“I LIKE YOU!”

…

“W-What?”

Congratulations y/n, you messed up. You really really messed up. And on top of it all, the blonde bitch is nearly falling from laughter. You have to solve this now.

“Okay Yams, I know that this isn’t how I should have confessed but… I really like you, since forever. You are always by my side, and you are what makes my world spin. I know that you don’t feel the same, but I-”

“I like you too, y/n.”

“What?” You look at him, and you feel like crying.

“I also like you… I have been liking you for a long time really, and, wait, are you crying?”

At this point, the pressure finally settled down, and you started sniffling, with tears running down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry Yams, I’m just, so so so happy-” Stopping to clean your face with your sleeve, you continued crying even more. “to be with you.”

“Come on, please don’t cry!” At this, Yamaguchi gives you a bear hug, and you can’t be happier.

“These are happy tears, Yams. I’m just so happy that you also like me!” And more and more tears.

“Well, then you are going to cry some more, because I’m going to be with you from now on.”

Hugging him even more, you nearly tackled him to the floor, and cried even more.

“I love you Yams!” At this, it was Yamaguchi who started crying of happiness, and the people at the park wondered why two teenagers were desperately bawling their eyes out, while looking at you with pity and some disgust.

“You both look ridiculous right now.”

“Shut up, Tsukishima!” And you remained hugging each other until the blonde boy had to separate you two because it was getting late, and lunch was going to be served in each of your homes.

Lev Haiba

With Lev Haiba you know one thing for sure: it doesn’t matter how tall you are, he will always be taller.

Said this, this statement leads to him picking you up on every opportunity that he has, super comfortable bear hugs, and, of course, piggyback rides on every walk home.

Used to be alone all your life, this new and recently acquired affection brings back some tears that you thought you left behind, but this time, the tears have another flavor in them.

Watching volleyball matches wasn’t something that you overly enjoyed, but when Lev was on the court, the matches transformed into a movie that you could spend your entire life watching. Even though the boy wasn’t the best player, and definitely wasn’t the team's ace, all the effort that he put into those matches was something that you could observe forever. Lev was an upcoming star who made some mistakes, but on the court, life seemed to disappear and the only thing that mattered was the ball in front of him, calling for his name.

And while he was on the court, the only thing that mattered to you were his vibrant eyes that shine through the dim lights of the gym and reflect all of his passion for the sport. While he was on the court, you could only view how happy volleyball made him, and how happy it made you that Lev has something he could rely on forever, that he has something that makes his big eyes enjoy the small world he was seeing.

However, the shine of his eyes disappears when he touches the ball, changing into determination and dedication, only for it to return when the ball goes to the other side of the court and makes a point. Then, it’s when Lev would look up at the grades and search for some other eyes. Then, it’s when Lev would search for your beautiful e/c eyes and send you one of his killing smiles, one of the smiles that make your heart engulf your chest, and that makes hundreds of butterflies appear in your stomach.

When Lev gets a point, you know that right after he will be always looking after your gaze, and then it will be your turn to have shiny eyes that demonstrate how proud you are of him, and how much you love the half-Russian guy.

Even though it’s during the match when you are proud of him, it’s when it finishes that you can go next to the guy and actually show him how much it meant to you.

After every game, it doesn’t matter if it’s a practice or a significant one, he will always come running to you in the gym halls, grabbing you and spinning you in an enormous bear hug. While he is sweaty and tired, that doesn’t stop him from showing you his love.

“Y/n!” He would say while grabbing your tights and making you hug his neck so you don’t fall to the floor. “Have you seen me? Have you seen that point?”

“Of course I have seen it, Lev!” You would also exclaim, excited for the Nekoma’s winning. “You were amazing, as always.”

“He could have been a little more observant of the ball, and not of you.” Then, it was Kuroo’s turn to speak, when he usually guided his team to their bus. “He is always looking at the grades after you when you come to the games. Although I can’t complain, he plays better when you are here.”

“Kuroo!” Lev was always embarrassed when his captain talked to you. It was an adorable sight that you witnessed when the taller guy put you on the floor again.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. We are going to go get something to drink at the vending machines, and in half an hour we will be on the bus. If you are not there, we will leave without you.” The black-haired guy threatening your Lev was also a daily occurrence, but he never would leave without the half-Japanese teammate. Or at least, that’s what you two like to think.

“I won’t entertain him a lot Kuroo, don’t worry.” In the end, it was you who put a dot on the conversation, and while the team was going to eat something, Lev was busy talking to you. He preferred talking to you, and that made your heart beat faster each time.

“I know I’m sweaty, but, can I hold you again?”

While starting to blush, you respond. “Of course Lev, always.”

On every after-match you both have this conversation. The Russian asks if he can hold you again, and, who are you to deny that? Then, he goes to the nearest bank and sits with you, while hugging you even more.

“I was thinking about you while making the point. You always inspire me to do my best.”

After a game, Lev transforms into a big teddy bear. He’s tired, and he only wants you to cuddle him before going back to Nekoma’s gym. To make this cuddling session even more comfortable, he gives you his spare team jacket. A red coat that envelops you completely, drowning you in his cologne and his warmth.

“I know Lev. You always dedicate all of your points to me.”

“But this one was more special!”

“Oh yes? And why was this one more special?” You asked intrigued. This was a new conversation that he never mentioned before.

“Well, this one is special because I was thinking…” The boy stops mid-sentence, and you urge him to continue.

“You can tell me, Lev. I won’t tell anyone.”

“This one’s special because I was thinking about how much I love you.” Speechless, you let him continue. “I love you so much y/n. You make me better.” At this, the boy hides his face in your neck.

“Lev…” Hugging him even more, you finally answer the unspoken question that was lingering in the air with a breaking voice. “I love you too.”

“Really!” Separating his face from your neck, he notices something that worries him. “Wait, are you crying? Why are you crying? You just said that you love me… It was a joke?”

“No Lev, it wasn’t a joke.” Sniffling and letting even more tears fall down your cheeks onto his shirt, you continue. “I’m just so happy that you love me, Lev. I’m so happy because I also love you, and I have been dying to tell you this for a really long time.”

“If you are happy you shouldn’t be crying.” When he said this, he approached you and put his hands on your damped cheeks. “If anything, you should be laughing.” Finally, Lev put his lips on top of yours, and you two shared your first kiss.

It was a kiss full of tears, but you couldn’t have asked for a better first kiss when your Lev was the one kissing you and filling you up with an unspoken happiness, that would make you both the two luckiest people in this world.

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If you liked this, please look for my other works!

Kageyama x female!reader x Oikawa angst!

A fluffy bad day (Fluff drabble with Kenma & Hinata)

Tall girls love short boys most (Fluff imagine with Nishinoya)

I’m not a usual writer, but if someone wants to send a request and give inspiration, feel free to do it! My asks are always open!

Thank you so much for reading!

[all-about-seggs]

Writing Masterlist

Everything is 18+ unless stated otherwise

(I made this list in mobile so it should be mobile friendly, but if any of the links are broken please let me know)

Haikyuu :

Kuroo Tetsuro

┗Birthday Smash- Timeskip! Kuroo x female reader (Scenario)

Sakusa Kiyoomi

┗ Ardent Affections- Timeskip! Virgin Sakusa x female reader (scenario)

Bokuto Kotaro

┗ Naughty & Not Nice- Timeskip! Bokuto x female reader (scenario)

Oikawa Tooru

┗ His Majesty; My King - Timeskip! Oikawa Tooru x fem reader (scenario)

┗False Love- Timeskip! Yandere Oikawa x female reader (scenario; Valentine's day Collab)

Kunimi Akira

┗Morning Bliss - Timeskip! Kunimi Akira x fem reader (drabble)

Lev Haiba

┗Taming of the Lion- Timeskip! (Sub) Lev x Femme reader

Various x reader

┗ Haikyuu boys as Husbands Part 1 (Headcanons; SFW)

┗ Haikyuu boys as Husbands Part 2 (Headcanons; SFW)

┗Asking the hq! Boys to shave your pussy

┗Meme time!

Jujutsu kaisen:

Gojo Satoru

┗ Unraveling Desires- Gojo Satoru x Virgin! female reader (scenario)

┗When the Sun goes down- Siren! Gojo Satoru x female reader (Monster AU but I did a shitty job at describing it properly) (scenario)

┗ A fine specimen - Yandere! Gojo Satoru x female reader (scenario)

┗ Bedroom Heat- Husband! Gojo Satoru x Wife! Reader (scenario)

┗ Sultry Blues- Gojo Satoru x Insecure! Fem reader (scenario)

┗ Princess Charming - Gojo Satoru x female! reader (drabble)

┗ A Pact in Blood- Gojo Satoru x female reader (scenario, Dark themed)

┗ Gojo Satoru relationship headcanons (SFW)

┗Husband!Gojo Satoru headcanons (mostly a shit post tho, sfw)

┗ Drunk Gojo Satoru headcanons (again a shit post but with slight smut)

┗Eyes on me- Shy! Gojo Satoru (Headcanons; SFW)

┗Gojo Satoru's good side - Rant/ Theory about why he's a good guy ( SFW)

Geto Suguru -

┗ A game of three- Geto Suguru x female reader x Mahito (scenario)

┗Love- Lies- Bleeding - Geto Suguru x Fem Reader (scenario)

Toge Inumaki -

┗If words could Kill- Toge Inumaki x fem reader (Drabble, requested)

Various x reader-

┗Honey Thighs - Jujutsu kaisen x female reader with thick thighs (headcanons, slight smut)

┗Asking the JJK folks to shave your pussy- Basically a shitpost

┗JJK characters as cliche shojo manga troupes

Attack on Titan-

Levi Ackerman -

┗ A gift for you - Levi Ackerman x female reader

┗Dropped Façades- Levi Ackerman x shy fem! Reader

Various x reader-

┗Cream puff- Levi, Zeke, Reiner, Jean x Chubby! reader

Boku no hero academia-

Fatgum-

┗Stuff me up daddy- Fatgum x fem reader

Last updated on : 21 Nov 2021

[rocorambles]

Nekoma Masterlist

Kenma Kozume

Loss and New Beginnings: Kuroo x Kenma, SFW, Slice of Life, Fluff, Angst

Who’s The Baby?: Kenma x Reader, NSFW, PWP

Surprise Interview: Kenma x Reader, NSFW, Yandere

Kuroo Tetsurou

Loss and New Beginnings: Kuroo x Kenma, SFW, Slice of Life, Fluff, Angst

A Cop and His Black Cat: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 Kuroo x Daishou, NSFW in Part 3, Superhero AU

Chemistry Puns: Kuroo x Reader, NSFW, College AU

Taming A Cat: Kuroo x Daichi, NSFW, Yandere, Prostitute and Mafia AU

Victory: Kuroo x Reader, Implied NSFW, Yandere 

Mission: Seduce Kuroo Tetsurou: NSFW, Slight Angst, Fluff

Dream Come True: Kuroo x Reader, Yandere, NSFW

Curiosity Killed the Cat: Kuroo x Bokuto x Daichi x Reader, NSFW

Damsel in Distress: Kuroo x Reader, NSFW, Yandere

Scheming Captain: Kuroo x Reader, NSFW, Yandere, Military AU

Lev Haiba

A Waiting Game: Yaku x Lev, SFW, Fluff

Yaku Morisuke

A Waiting Game: Yaku x Lev, SFW, Fluff

[jackrrabbit]

MASTERLIST

All 18+ unless marked with a *

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA

Aizawa Shouta

Teacher kink headcanons

Aizawa with partially amnesiac s/o*

Amajiki Tamaki

Sensitive—Tamaki’s ears are extremely sensitive, but you just can’t stop touching them. (2.8k)

Chisaki Kai

Headcanons

Medical/doctor kink headcanons

Proving your loyalty to Overhaul and Dabi

Yubitsume—You atone for an offense committed against the Shie Hassaikai. (2.5k) ▸ updates

Spoiled Rotten—You’re daddy’s spoiled little princess, but unfortunately daddy’s got debts to the yakuza and Overhaul’s going to make you work them off the hard way. (7.9k) ▸ updates

College AU drinking headcanons

Adversary—You make a deal with the devil to save your life, but it turns out Overhaul’s not interested in your soul. (7.1k)

Dabi

Caught In the Act—Dabi is done listening to the League’s new recruit touching herself. (3.6k)

Shigaraki and Dabi ganging up on you

Daddy kink headcanons

Proving your loyalty to Overhaul and Dabi

Sidekick—During a rescue gone wrong, a rookie sidekick catches the attention of two villains. (7.6k) ▸ updates

Runaways—You were like an older sister to Dabi back when the two of you were teen runaways together; now that he’s found you as an adult, it’s not going to be so easy to get rid of him. (6.2k) [continuation: homeowners association] ▸ updates

College AU drinking headcanons

Spoils of War—[Military AU] It’s not uncommon for officers to play favorites…it is uncommon, however, for two officers to pick the same favorite. (7.4k)

You feel like you’re being followed on Halloween...

Shigaraki Tomura

Shigaraki and Dabi ganging up on you

it will come back—You have a bad habit of picking up strays, and the half-dead villain you find bleeding out in a dumpster is no exception. [Part 1]* (3.5k) [Part 2]* (3.5k) [Part 3]* (4.7k) ▸ updates

Sidekick—During a rescue gone wrong, a rookie sidekick catches the attention of two villains. (7.6k) ▸ updates

College AU drinking headcanons

Spoils of War—[Military AU] It’s not uncommon for officers to play favorites…it is uncommon, however, for two officers to pick the same favorite. (7.4k)

Shinsou Hitoshi

Yandere headcanons

Takami Keigo

be a little bad—[College AU] Frat boy Keigo pours you your first drink and decides he’s going to help himself to more of your firsts. (7.3k) ▸ updates

Angel!Hawks x demon!reader

BTVS

Spike

Spike with a blood kink

HAIKYUU!!

Akaashi Keiji

Your professor punishes your bad behavior

Haiba Alisa

Short Leash—[Post-timeskip] The Haiba siblings get up to no good with their favorite pet. (7.2k)

Haiba Lev

Short Leash—[Post-timeskip] The Haiba siblings get up to no good with their favorite pet. (7.2k)

Iwaizumi Hajime

Waking up with Iwaizumi and Oikawa

Your bodyguard thinks you need to learn discipline

Kageyama Tobio

S/o with nipple piercings headcanons

first among equals—Your boyfriend Oikawa generously decides to give your old ex a turn. (9.5k)

Kunimi Akira

slumber party—Kunimi thinks you’re cute when you’re sleeping. (2.6k)

Kuroo Tetsurou

S/o with nipple piercings headcanons

Spank bank headcanons

Consummate—[Yakuza AU] You’ve been engaged to Kuroo Tetsurou since you were six, and you’ve hated him almost as long. Too bad you’re never going to get rid of him again. (2.7k)

Miya Atsumu

Spank bank headcanons

time place occasion—Atsumu gets jealous when you bond with his brother. (1.9k)

Complex—Family’s supposed to look out for one another, but sometimes you feel like your new stepbrothers are a little too close for comfort. (6.6k)

Miya Osamu

Cooking at 3am*

Complex—Family’s supposed to look out for one another, but sometimes you feel like your new stepbrothers are a little too close for comfort. (6.6k)

Oikawa Tōru

Fanatic—Oikawa takes advantage of a devoted fan for some stress relief after a bad match. [Part 1] (4.7k) [Part 2] (3.7k) ▸ updates

Spank bank headcanons

Moving in with Oikawa*

first among equals—Your boyfriend Oikawa generously decides to give your old ex a turn. (9.5k)

Waking up with Iwaizumi and Oikawa

Yandere pro athlete Oikawa

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Clean—[College dorm AU] Sakusa can’t stop thinking about you in the shower. (2.8k)

Tendou Satori

Unprofessional—The new hire you’re supposed to be training at your office job is a little too attached for his own good…or yours. [Part 1]* (4.3k) [Part 2] (4.1k)

communal property—Tendou shares everything with Ushijima—his food, his dorm room, even the AVs he likes. Why not his girlfriend, too? [Part 1] (3.8k) [Part 2] (7.3k)

Tsukishima Kei

S/o with nipple piercings headcanons

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Country headcanons*

cuffing season—You convince your boyfriend to try something new in the bedroom, but as it turns out, old habits die hard. (5.4k)

communal property—Tendou shares everything with Ushijima—his food, his dorm room, even the AVs he likes. Why not his girlfriend, too? [Part 1] (3.8k) [Part 2] (7.3k)

Jealous Ushijima

KIMETSU NO YAIBA

Douma

frostbites—[Mermaid AU] An ecologist studying a deserted island stumbles across a creature straight out of a fairytale…or a nightmare. (3.8k)

Kamado Tanjiro

Sleepless—Tanjiro takes it upon himself to care for your needs (and that means all of them). (4k) ▸ updates

Kanroji Mitsuri

practice makes perfect—When the most popular girl in school offers to help you practice kissing, it’s not like you’re going to say no. (4.4k)

Shinazugawa Sanemi

Bloodlust—A naive demon is waylaid by the Wind Hashira. (2.6k)

Shinobu Kocho

Steam—Shinobu doesn’t want to keep your relationship a secret anymore. (2.2k)

INUYASHA

Sesshomaru

Canine—Upon learning of his father’s affair, Sesshomaru lays waste to a human bordello as revenge…that is, until he discovers a better outlet for his frustrations. (6.2k)

Koga

Mating Season—You wander into an alpha’s territory at the worst possible time. (1.8k)