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iwaasfairy · 3 years

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Meeting strangers at parties isn't too out of the norm. Your friends do it all the time. And really, what could go wrong in the first place? a/n. ever since rhi and I talked about shin and atsu being friends in uni we've been saying we need a shinatsu threesome. so >_> i felt my calling jhbfggef @seijorhi shinatsukurookawa fivesome when??

.wordc. 4.5k+ tw noncon/dubcon, coercion, intoxicated sex, threesome, degradation, unrelated blood mention, yandere-ish ♡

Stay away from the athletes. You hadn’t understood it very well when your friend had leaned over at the doorstep, squeezing your hand for attention. You had turned to her with questions unanswered when the doors were opened and you were both pulled into the swarm of partying college kids, slightly overwhelming still.

But you understand her warning now, when you accidentally get pushed much too far into the crowd on your way to get another drink, shoulder to chests and arms between the groups of louder guys. You try to push from between two particularly tight woven groups into the open space of the kitchen that you can just about see at the end of the room, when you trip over something.

A lost sweater or a bag maybe hooks on your toe and you’re sent flying, holding your hands out just in time not to connect too hard with another person, dropping the rest of your drink on the already-sticky floor. You’re not too balanced on the best of days, but with the alcohol in your system you’re definitely not quick enough, and you connect hard with the person trying to catch your fall too late, instead wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you from doing any further damage. “Woops,” the man snickers, before helping straighten you back on your feet as you clamp a hand over your nose for the sting. “You okay there?”

“Yeah, I’m so, so sorry,” you quickly try to right yourself into the more mature drunk you, not wanting to show how badly you hold your liquor in front of these people. “The floors here are trashed, I didn’t see—” When you look up to meet bright eyes, warm but sharp, you clamp your mouth shut. The man in front of you is huge, towering over you and wearing one of the colorful flower sashes they’d been giving out at the entrance, his smile widening by the second when you seem to shrink even more.

You look from him to his side where another equally tall, muscular young man is staring you down with similar intrigue, light, chestnut brown irises that catch the neon lights of the room. They’re both handsome, bafflingly so, and both standing between you and your escape to the kitchen. Very vaguely, they look familiar, you must’ve crossed paths at some point during your year here— but it’s all blurry and you’re more than a bit distracted by the exposed arms and the stretch of skin of the unbuttoned polo the second is wearing.

The darker haired one -the one who caught you- seems to radiate giddiness at the way you’re shifting under their eyes, biting your lip and sucking it into your mouth. The other doesn’t pay too much attention at first, you can’t have been the first girl to tumble head first into their circle for the night and you certainly won’t be the last, but when you just stand there, unsure what to do with yourself, it does catch his attention. He stares intently at your face for a few seconds, as if studying you, before something seems to flash in his eyes.

Not quite familiarity, but something close. You wrack your brain trying to recognize him in turn, but come up empty. Your lipgloss is sweet and tingly on your tongue when the one with blond in his hair puts on a little smile, leaning down a little to your ear. “That was your drink that you sent flying over my feet, right?” He luckily doesn’t sound mad, and you hear his low chuckle when you give him an apologetic agreement. “I was just getting us some, I’ll get you a new drink too?”

“Thank you,” you instantly squeak, watching him give you a little up and down before he leans into his friend’s ear, telling him the same thing— you presume. They seem to have a little unspoken conversation when the other motions his face towards you, before the one nods and the lighter brunet leaves the two of you between the other drunk young adults.

“Here,” the one left with you motions you closer as he finds a spot to lean against the wall, tucking you gently into his side as you watch him. “Let’s stay out of the way a little.” Another drink would be nice to untangle your nerves right about now. He’s so handsome, and warm, and smells so nice despite the sticky pressure of the people flanking you.

No longer cast with the obnoxious pink and red lights, you do have a notion of who they are, really you should have from their build alone. Tall, fit, a winning smile plastered on his face, he’s definitely one of the ‘athlete’ types your friend would scold you for talking to. You definitely saw him on one of his early morning runs before. “I’m Shinnosuke,” he gives you a pleasant nudge, holding out his hand that you shake with a growing smile, unable to help it. His eyes are bright and interested every time you catch them, leaving your own guard coming down much easier.

You fall into comfortable conversation way too soon, and it’s really all because of how easy Shin -as he insists you call him- makes it. “I haven’t seen you here much before, this your first party?” As hard as it is to talk over the pounding base and the swelling murmurs of the group of people, it doesn’t feel strange to lean towards his ear and he to yours, he places a hand on your lower back to keep you stable on your toes.

“I’m usually on the other side of campus.”

“Ah.” He pulls back a little, letting his eyes glide more intently over your features before leaning back in and pulling you a little closer by your waist again. “That makes sense. I would’ve remembered you.” It basically bakes you from the inside with the heat radiating off of him and the way your tummy flutters, traitorous drunk mind convincing you that maybe it’s love. But can you really be blamed when you know for a fact that plenty of girls here would stomp on each other for a chance like this.

“Why’s that?” you blink up at him, and he hovers over you with a knowing grin when your throat bops up and down.

“You’re stupidly pretty,” he says then, as if it’s a given. As if he doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing when he lifts a hand to brush it over your cheek and then dragging his thumb along your bottom lip. It sends shivers down your spine, watching those narrowed eyes take you apart within seconds. “But you knew that already, didn’t you?” You have half a mind to pull away, but he wins out when he giggles and drops his hands instead to your hips, looking across the room for a second. You’re so fucked, you realize in that moment, there’s no way you’re leaving here tonight not thinking of him.

He gives you some of his beer to drink, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth that only seems to amuse him when you lean in more, burying your face into his chest and he wraps an arm around you, mumbling softly in your ear. When about fifteen minutes pass and the other young man still hasn’t returned, Shin breaks away to give your side a gentle squeeze. “Atsuko probably got distracted,” he chuckles at the pout you send up, “and since your friends dropped you here, I can’t leave you, hm?”

He leans down close enough to your face to have you swooning entirely. You’d think the wait would’ve taken some of the haze off, but it’s far from it. You’re more than tipsy before, and the strobe lights only make it harder to find your balance. “Think you can handle following me, babe? Or do you need my help staying up?” he teases again when you look up, this time basically brushing his lips to yours with how close you are. You can only swallow, nodding in the hopes that he’ll take you with him.

Before you can though, you accidentally drop the plastic cup and watch it bounce a foot or so away, and your body moves quicker than your brain to grab it, right when one of the people behind you is shoved back and your knee connects with your mouth, instantly making you taste blood. “Oh, shit! Sorry,” it’s vaguely called, not that you care. That hurt. The cup is long forgotten when a strong hand helps you back up by your collar like a kitten, your eyes filling with tears as you pull your lip into your mouth to suck the tingling wound, and Shin looks at you with a pout.

“Damn, baby, what’d you do that for?” He sounds worried— but though your tears it almost looks like he’s wearing a smile, and you sniffle as he pulls you a bit closer under his chin, still looking down at you. When he clicks his tongue, the position only makes you feel smaller, and really -kind of stupid- but it was just a stupid accident. “Tch, silly, little girl; let me see.” He reaches up to nudge your lips, and you jut it out pathetically at his order. “Ouch, yeah,” he instantly pouts, wiping your tears away now with his thumbs, “that’s pretty bad.”

Your brain hurts now. The strobe lights and the people and the noise, the blood and the heavy, lingering taste of alcohol, all of it makes your head feel like it’s aching, and you bend at the waist with a soft whine to lean your face into him, something he eagerly accepts. He’s quiet for a few seconds, before he places a finger under your chin to make you look up yet again, forcing you to face the obnoxious surroundings again. “Does it hurt?” You nod, and he brushes your cheek. “Yeah, huh? Want me to help you out?” Again you nod, instinctively, of course you do. The blood is still coming, the inside of your lip tingling and painful, but it’s starting to close up.

And then he leans down all the way to your face, hovering your lips, before he presses them so softly against yours. The soft kiss turns into a harder, more possessive kiss when you don’t pull away, feel his hands on your hips and pull you as close to his strong body as you can go. He presses his tongue to the seam of your lips, your one hand grabbing at his shirt and the other sliding up to the hair at the base of his skull. He hums into the kiss when you yelp, your lip still painful, but his hands get more pressing and tongue melts to yours. When you finally pull away for breath he doesn’t waste a second to let you calm down, grabbing your hand and pulling you through the people, as you try not to trip over your own feet.

He gets to the other end of the room much quicker than you could, before leaning down again and grabbing your cheeks to pull you back to his mouth, kissing you so good your legs almost shake. Down your jaw and neck, under your ear, he holds you up against the wall as you shiver. “Feel better?” he asks with a laugh, and this time you laugh along when you nod. He nods as he takes an abandoned drink from the table next to him, chugging half of it and handing the rest to you, making you follow without a doubt. The beer is still not good, and it’s not even cold anymore, but you swallow it anyway. “Come on, lets get out of here.”

“Where to?” you mumble when you finish the drink, swallowing again to get rid of the nasty aftertaste. Your heart warms a little when he gives you another peck.

“My dorm is just around the corner, I probably have a bandaid for you or something.” You don’t question it. You just trail behind him with interlaced hands, because he’s sweet. He’s been nice to you. You’ll just find your friends again when you come back to the party, no big deal.

You don’t make it to the dorm before he’s on you, basically dry humping each other against every wall you pass on the way, laving open mouthed kisses all along his pulse as he breathes deeply, grabbing a fist full of hair and pulling back. “Fuck, baby, I knew you’d be a good girl. All doe eyed,” he kisses you again until you’re breathless, it’s almost a wonder you even make it into the hall at all. “You’re a slutty, little thing, huh? Don’t even have to do anything.” You don’t bother to pretend knowing what he’s on about, just that the heat you feel should never stop.

Everything moves fast, not just because of the alcohol swimming in your system now. It doesn’t help though, and you can barely stand as he yanks open his door and pulls you inside, up against his body, rutting his hard cock against you as you throw your head back and moan. He’s quick to push the straps of your top over your shoulders and let it slip down, grabbing your thighs and walking to the bed to lay you into it. He gets onto the bed too, lifting your legs over his thighs and he kisses you until you can’t tell where you end and he begins. He sucks on your tongue until you pull away with heavy, fast breaths, and he grins.

His shirt is quick to go too, tossing it aside as he lifts one of your legs and urges your hips up to slide your shorts over the curve of your ass and up your legs, long fingers working easily as they squeeze your thighs and you can feel yourself losing control. Your head is tight and heavy and so dazy it’s hard to even think. Shin drops your clothes with his, then leans in again to place open mouthed kisses along your neck and chest. “My friend is coming too,” he mumbles, right when pushing your bra down to take a nipple into his mouth.

“Huh?” Heart pounding, you arch your back to get closer to his touch, rubbing your panties against his thigh.

“Atsuko is coming too,” he says again, holding your legs together to pull your panties off in one easy motion before he nudges them back open, groaning a little. But you must’ve missed something at some point, because the words ring in your head. Atsuko… coming? What? You don’t even get the chance to ask, because as soon as you try to sit up he pushes you back down and unbuttons his pants, pushing them down to reveal the tent in his boxers. He squeezes your tits, licking and biting and pushes himself up to you to rub his covered cock between your legs until you’re strung so tight your nails dig hard into his shoulders.

“Fuck, Shin, hurry,” you moan, squeezing your eyes closed, and he chuckles. “Please. I want it- want you so bad.”

Those long fingers just trail around your pussy, but don’t dip in how you want him to, no matter how much you try to meet his touches. “Just a little longer, babe.” He does begin to rub the rough pad of his thumb over your puffy clit, making your legs twitch until you can barely keep your voice down. You just hope everyone in this dorm is at that party, and— the door is pushed open, making you squeak and wrap an arm over your tits, peering at the figure against the hard lighting of the hall.

“I was starting to think you weren’t coming,” Shin sighs, and he pushes the waistband of his boxers down. His hard, leaking cock only distracts you for a few seconds though, swallowing as the door is closed and you’re cast back into darkness. The guy that just entered is -the one from before- and it makes your drunk mind spin, feeling more than a little exposed. Why is he here?!

“I fucking ran for it,” he throws something Shin’s way who catches it easily, before giving you a wide smile as he eyes you down. He peeks his tongue out of his mouth, before also pulling his shirt over his head and making you see even more hard muscles and thick biceps, walking closer. He quickly kicks his sweatpants off too, kneeling next to the bed. “Hey, pretty girl,” he says, before leaning in to kiss you. Now, you’d been shocked enough to stay frozen through all of it, but this is enough to have you take a deep breath, and as his soft lips press hard and needy against yours, you let go of yourself to push at his shoulders.

“Let me go, what’s wrong with you two?!” you call, watching how Atsuko only looks mildly amused with the attempt, grabbing your hand and sliding it around his neck. Shin grabs your thighs either side of his body and just pats the thick head of his cock against your wet pussy, and mumbles something you can’t make out. “No, s-stop, I—”

“Don’t make a scene, babe, you were doing so well. It’s fine.” It really isn’t. It so isn’t, your chest is tight and though your skin feels like it’s positively on fire, they should’ve told you, right? Or maybe they did tell you and you just forgot, but still. “You’re going to be good for us, aren’t you?” The edge in his voice is enough to have your heart racing. You’re naked, your clothes thrown across the room, and you know from the way the walls seem to close in that if you were to stand you’d probably fall.

“‘Course she is. Smart girls keep their mouth shut.” Atsuko’s eyes are already on your tits, grabbing them and placing a few wet kisses to the skin and another kiss to your pouty lips, rolling your pebbled nipples between his strong fingers. He seems entirely unbothered at the way you wiggle and twist under them when Shin rubs against your clit until you’re unable to hold back a moan. “If you stay nice and quiet,” Atsuko breathes over your ear then, pinching harder, “we’ll treat you good. If you don’t this’ll be a long night for you. And we’ll make sure you remember most of it when you wake up.”

The threat is paired with a little smile, before he kisses down your neck to your chest, grabbing one of your legs to hook his arm around your knee and keep you spread open as he sucks hard at your tits. Shin instead pushes the head of his cock into you, before slipping back out, stroking his cock a few times and doing it again, and this time you can’t hold back the moan that falls from your throat. “She’s tight,” he mumbles, and Atsuko giggles into his open mouth kisses.

“Will you hurry up already?” he says instead, getting up from the floor to join you on the bed. Your legs are kept open either side of Shin, slick dripping down your skin as you watch him line up and push in now, and your muscles pull together as you feel him sink into you. Atsu on the other hand rubs his hands over his crotch, grabbing himself through his boxers as he turns your face his way. “Say ‘aah’,” he takes himself out with one hand as the other grabs your chin, and though you’re tearing up at the stretch of your walls, he just cocks his head. “Open up, doll, I’m not going to tell you again.”

You do, tasting the heavy taste on your tongue that isn’t quite concealed by the bitterness of the alcohol, and letting him push your wide open as you take a breath through your nose. “Fuck, this cunt is so tight, s’like you were made for me.” Shinnosuke pulls out slowly, gliding back in much quicker than you expect and making you choke as Astu fucks into your mouth, coughing when he pulls back. Your tears are spilling over onto your cheeks, thrusts getting harder and more precise as you take the cock back into your mouth too. “You were just made to take cock, hm? Sucking me back in like a whore, you cockhungry bitch. Does Atsu taste good?”

You can only meet his eyes for a second before he pushes back into the spongy part of your walls, hard and fast and your eyes shut against the tears, sucking the other man off as best as you can manage. He twitches in your mouth, bringing up your hand to wrap around the part you can’t fit, and lets out soft groans as he fucks your mouth. Hard and relentless, filling your mouth and throat too much, you dig your nails into his lower back and try to slow down a little, but he doesn’t. It only seems to make him want to go harder, giving you a raised eyebrow when you open your eyes.

“He asked you if I taste good, princess, it’s not polite to ignore us.” You shiver when his hand comes to grab your head and holds you on his cock for a few seconds, making you twitch and clamp down on Shin’s cock in turn, and he groans out a string of swears. Atsu chuckles. “Looks like it tastes good. Spit ‘s dripping down your face.” He lets you up again and you cry at the painful sting, aching for breath and trying your best to catch it, hoping he’ll be a bit more gentle. But he keeps the hold on your face to push the flushed head against your lips again. “You like sucking cock, don’t you? Love getting used like this, that’s why you are taking it like a pretty, little slut.”

Loud, wet slaps fill the small dorm room each time either of them bottoms out, your pussy filled so well as the pressure in your throat is enough to make you even more lightheaded. And Shin grips your hips tight to pull you to meet his thrusts, as the orgasm just builds and builds. You push at Atsu’s hips until he gives you some room, taking a deep breath as you throw your head back. “‘M- ah- please- hm-make m-me cum,” your voice is so squeaky and tiny it’s barely audible, but someone chuckles.

“You heard the lady. Make her cum.” The pounding of your blood between your ears is disrupted when a faint buzzing sounds, the vibrations suddenly being pressed to your clit. “Atsu brought you a present.” The wave of pleasure is so strong it hurts, a long moan crawling out of you as you clench your eyes shut, hard. Your back curls off the bed and your thighs clench so tight with the circles it draws on your sensitive bud until you’re coming with your bottom lip held tight between your teeth until you taste blood.

Black and white flashes over your vision as you feel electric all over, and a groan from between your legs as the rhythm falters, filling you up with more heat. You fall back down a sweaty mess, unclenching your thighs as you try to catch your breath and the body between your legs pulls out. But it isn’t enough time before your legs are pushes to your chest again, and you feel a hard cock rub between the mess of your fucked pussy, pushing in. “My turn.”

You wake up with a startle, staring at the arm wrapped around you for a few seconds before you get your bearings. Your head is pounding miserably, and your muscles are tense as you look around the dorm room with realisation crashing down on you. You don’t remember much. You went along with your friends to some party, and— you turn to look at the man sleeping next to you, a little pout on his lips. He looks soft in this light, nice, but you still don’t want to admit that you absolutely forgot his name.

So you slowly lift his arm, hesitating when he groans, and slip out of the bed. Your clothes are still where you must’ve left them, and though the bright light coming through the blinds and the bend for them makes your head feel even tighter, you manage to put on your shorts and a shirt quick enough. Your bra and panties are nowhere to be found, and you let out a tense sigh. No phone, none of your stuff is anywhere to be seen, which must mean you left the party without them and you’ll have to go asking for them at some frat house later.

Before you can make it out the door though, someone walks from the bathroom and you freeze, mortified for just a moment. The man before you gives you a small smile, tossing his towel onto the free bed and walking in. “G’mornin’, you’re up early.” He is only in boxers, blond streaks of his hair sticking up in little tufts as he walks into the small kitchen to start digging through the cupboards, and you rub your palms on your shorts.

“Uhm- good morning. I don’t-” you cut yourself off, because really, what is there to say? You just watch as he picks out a tub of yoghurt and sticks in a spoon, before looking over your shoulder at the other half naked man still sleeping.

“Oh, don’t worry,” he smiles, leaning onto his elbows as he takes a spoonful, “he’s not waking up any time soon. Shin sleeps until he can’t sleep any more, and then some.” He motions the spoon towards you then, and rolls his muscular shoulders for a second. “You hungry yet? I can make you some eggs if you’d like, I have to get going soon but Shin would kill me if I didn’t take care of you right now.” And you take that as the perfect escape, and shake your head.

“No thank you, I’m alright. I have a bit of a headache so,” you slowly walk yourself to the door, rolling your foot onto your toes as you reach for your shoes, giving him a little smile. “I really appreciate it though.”

He waits for a moment until you push a foot in, before his curiosity finally builds enough to have him laughing, cocking his head in confusion. “What are you doing?” He plops the spoon back into the yoghurt, and takes a little step towards you.

“I- I’m going to get freshened up at home,” you frown back, eyebrows digging together.

“You can do that here,” he says though, as if it’s a given. He points over to the bathroom then, and then stares back at you as if you’ve suddenly grown two heads. “I went to get you some fresh clothes last night, and your shampoo if you’d like. I’m not that much of an ass to fuck my friend’s girlfriend without anything in return.”

“Girlfriend?! I’m not anyone’s girlfriend, I don’t even know how I got here.” The shrill call you let out hurts your own ears, and the man holds out his hand towards you as if to calm you down a little. When he’s standing in front of you, you have to tilt your head back to meet his eyes, and your stomach drops a little at his casual expression.

“Listen, you can argue that with Shin, okay? I really don’t care. All I know is that last night, you were sucking dick like your life depended on it and I could barely pry you off me to go take a shower. And you seem pretty out of it right now too, so how about you sit down and eat something.” He grabs onto your shoulder to turn you around and walks you back to the free bed, putting you down like a misbehaving child. When you stare up at him with a pout, he smiles, following your gaze when it shifts to his friend. He squeezes your arm, before letting out a long sigh. “He told me not to let you leave. If you try to run,” his gaze isn’t even on you anymore, as he stretches his long arms above his head, “I’ll run faster.”

“So how about you be good and let me enjoy my breakfast, yeah?”

#tw.noncon #tw.dubcon #tw.coercion #tw.yandere #💫oc.atsuko #shin is rhi's my loves!!#kuroo shinnosuke

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fairydoesarts · 3 years

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Shin and Atsuko, rhi (@seijorhi) and my sons. Shin is single dad Kuroo's son, and Atsu is (oikawa's) my gremlin man 💘💕

Likes/reblogs are always appreciated. By FAIRYDOESARTS on Tumblr only! No reposting, thank you.

#sadly i'm in love with them both #send help #oikawa atsuko #kuroo shinnosuke #tHANK YOU FORLETTING MEDRAW SHIN RHI <3333

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ao3feed-iwaoi · 4 years

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Haru’s Anatomy

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by he_my_boo

So I have taken it upon myself to make a crossover for Grey’s Anatomy. I will be using some Haikyuu characters because there are so many different characters in Greys. Here’s the list so it doesn’t get confusing:

Katou Haru: Cardio attending, age: 29 Kambe Daisuke: Neurosurgery attending, age: 30 (yes Daisuke is older in this fic, and he is taller) Shinnosuke Kamei: General surgery attending, age: 28 Saeki Mahoro: Peds fellow, age: 27 Akaashi Keji: Plastics attending, age: 28 Bokuto Kotaru: Ortho attending, age: 29 Oikawa Toruu: Peds attending, age: 29 Iwazumi Hajime: Trauma attending, age: 29 Hinata, Kageyama, Yachi, and Tsukki are residents. Oh, and Kuroo is the Cheif of Surgery somehow. I hope you all enjoy it! :)

Words: 3736, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 富豪刑事 Balance:UNLIMITED | Fugou Keiji: Balance:Unlimited (Anime), Haikyuu!!

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Kambe Daisuke, Kambe Suzue, Katou Haru, Oikawa Tooru, Kamei Shinnosuke, Saeki Mahoro, Kuroo Tetsurou

Relationships: Kanbe Daisuke/Katou Haru, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou

Additional Tags: Angst, Mutual Pining, Inspired by Grey's Anatomy, Blood and Gore, daisuke is older than haru, Fluff and Smut, Haikyuu Crossover, Fluff

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#iwaoi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #ao3feed-iwaoi #haikyuu!!

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nsfwsportsanimebabes · 6 years

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I have so so many other favorite third years than this one but I don’t think many would mention him so I will do the extreme honors. Let me present to you all.... *drum roll* YAKU MORISUKE! Okay, so Yakkun is a special case in my heart, mostly because he’s voiced by Shinnosuke Tachibana, but the cat mom needs some love and I’m here to give it to him! The “Kenma is actually talking to someone” plus little tear in his eyes actually still gets me haha

I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT YAKU. OH NOOOO. YAKU IS PRECIOUS ANGEL CAT AND HE DESERVES SO MUCH LOVE. Yaku is such a good boy and he does so much for his team. I mean he does such a good job of managing and working with all of the guys. Whether he’s whipping Lev into shape or taking notice of Kenma, or arguing and smack talking Kuroo😂 he’s such a great guy. I really can’t believe I forgot it😪 ~Admin Crow💚

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ao3feed-hqrarepairs · 7 years

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Questionable

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by Amethystfairy1

“So...you can see dead people, evil spirits, mischievous creatures, and demons?”

“...yeah.”

“Are you sure you’re not crazy?”

“More or less? It’s questionable.”

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Morisuke’s the youngest in a family of necromancers. He spends his weekends going to the movies with his friend group five strong, and he doesn’t have to pay for tickets for the four dead ones. He has tea with the demons in his basement. He practices volleyball in the front yard while trying not to piss off the touchy garden sprites. No one’s ever had much interest in him, and the only breathing friend he has is a fellow necromancer born into a family of non-seer’s. Well, there’s him, and there’s this tall half Russian kid who isn’t too hard on the eyes that’s been trying to get closer to him, but, Mori’s not exactly sure he’s ready to have another person in his already closed off, otherworldly life. Isn't the ghost posse and the exiled servants of satan enough? But with the help of some matchmaking ghosts, a demon duo in the basement, a ring from the other side, and a conveniently timed thunderstorm, things just might work out for the best. Maybe. Morisuke isn’t exactly an optimist.

Words: 4470, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Yaku Morisuke, Haiba Lev, Oikawa Tooru, Sugawara Koushi, Kuroo Tetsurou, Kozume Kenma, Tendou Satori, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Hinata Shouyou, Yaku Ikumi (Morisuke's mother), Yaku Mei (Morisuke's sister), Yaku Shinnosuke (Morisuke's brother), Akaashi Keiji

Relationships: Haiba Lev/Yaku Morisuke, Tendou Satori/Ushijima Wakatoshi, Kozume Kenma/Yamaguchi Tadashi

Additional Tags: Necromancer AU, Ghosts, Thunderstorms, Phobias, Magic-Users, Demons, Double Life, Possession, Secrets, Awkwardness, Insecurity, Necromancers for hire, pretty much, Denial of Feelings, Fear of Rejection, Mori is low-key a badass, Major Character Undeath, i guess?, I mean 90 percent are ghosts so, Monsters, Fae & Fairies, Dark Magic, Lev is a sweet child, He tries so hard, Secret Societies

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#kenma kozume #yamaguchi tadashi #yamaken

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ao3feed-haikyuu · 4 years

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Haru’s Anatomy

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by he_my_boo

Words: 3736, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 富豪刑事 Balance:UNLIMITED | Fugou Keiji: Balance:Unlimited (Anime), Haikyuu!!

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Kambe Daisuke, Kambe Suzue, Katou Haru, Oikawa Tooru, Kamei Shinnosuke, Saeki Mahoro, Kuroo Tetsurou

Relationships: Kanbe Daisuke/Katou Haru, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou

Additional Tags: Angst, Mutual Pining, Inspired by Grey's Anatomy, Blood and Gore, daisuke is older than haru, Fluff and Smut, Haikyuu Crossover, Fluff

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#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #hq #ao3feed #fanfic #haikyu #ハイキュー!!

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ao3feed-levyaku · 7 years

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Questionable

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by Amethystfairy1

“So...you can see dead people, evil spirits, mischievous creatures, and demons?”

“...yeah.”

“Are you sure you’re not crazy?”

“More or less? It’s questionable.”

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Words: 4470, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Haiba Lev/Yaku Morisuke, Tendou Satori/Ushijima Wakatoshi, Kozume Kenma/Yamaguchi Tadashi

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#ao3feed #levyaku #fanfic #haikyuu

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stpdloli · 10 months

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remember that summer day?

#yOU guys i did a background???!! praise me pls #jfgfdys #haikyuu #my ocs #oikawa atsuko #kuroo shinnosuke #fanart #oikawa tooru #kuroo tetsuro #reblogs are always massively appreciated #i really liked doing this :'>>

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seijorhi · 4 months

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invidia ii

a (very belated) christmas present for my beloved wife @iwaasfairy who has, for two years straight, begged me for more shinnosuke content. i hope you like it bby! kuroo tetsurou x female reader, kuroo shinnosuke (oc) x female reader part i w.c 3.1k tw: noncon/dubcon, slight daddy kink, (forced) infidelity, yandere themes, nsfw, smut, age gap, i guess hints of breeding kink, dilf kuroo

“Why did your parents split up?”

Mid-way through pulling on a pair of old, grey sweatpants, mopping at beads of water from his shower still rolling down his bare chest, Shinnosuke throws you a curious look, but shrugs easily enough.

“They weren’t ever really ‘together’ to begin with. They tried the whole co-parenting thing to start with but mom… they never loved each other. Hell, I don’t even think they liked each other most of the time beyond–” he breaks off, his nose wrinkling in distaste. It almost makes you laugh. “Anyway, dad always said she had one foot out the door from the start. Dad was the one who stuck around to raise me.” There’s no animosity in his tone, he says it like it’s the simple truth. You’ve never met the woman, never having shown up to any of the Nekoma games, his graduation, any of it. You’ve seen a picture or two, overheard the odd phone call, but for as long as you’ve known him, the only real parent in Shin’s life has always been his dad.

If there’s anyone he idolises, it’s his father.

Which is why the words that he says next – casting aside the damp towel in the general direction of the laundry basket (boys) and sauntering on over to join you in bed – take you entirely by surprise. “We’ll go visit her in Golden Week. I want her to meet you.”

And again, the words are just that; words. Shin kisses you, a sweet peck on your lips, and wastes no time in scooping you back into his arms and settling back with a contented sigh. They’re just words, but there’s this look in his eyes when he says it that makes you think he means something more.

Your stomach flutters.

—

‘You really wanna break his heart like that, kitten?’

—

“Still not feeling any better?” Shin asks, brushing your hair back to feel your forehead. The beginnings of a frown start to take shape, teeth gently burrowing into his bottom lip, but he straightens and sighs, and that hint of discontent smoothes over like it had never existed in the first place. He strokes your hair again and offers a small, sympathetic smile. “No temperature, that’s gotta be a good sign, right?”

You’re a coward.

“It’s not my head, I just…” don’t have any visible, plausible symptoms for the fake illness that’s currently keeping you curled up in Shin’s bed. Away from the creep who’d smiled and fucking winked at you Christmas morning. “I just feel off.”

“Poor baby,” he coos, laughing when your face screws up and you swat at him.

Right now, swaddled in his hoodie, his fingers carding through your hair and that stupid, impish, almost believable grin beaming down at you, you want to forget. To pretend.

Because there’s a pit in your stomach. A bitter, gnarled, seething mass. This moment right now, in Shin’s bed, it’s like glass, paper thin and already cracked, it can’t possibly last, and yet you’re clinging to it so desperately, head buried in the sand, willing yourself to pretend, from one heartbeat to the next, that what’s happened won’t break the two of you.

That your stomach doesn’t threaten to upend when you catch sight of those hazel eyes peering down at you – the same shape and shade as his father’s.

You shudder out a breath, and what little levity there was between you two gets sucked out with it. Shin’s expression gutters.

Yeah.

His fingers don’t leave your hair, though. Playing idly with the strands as though the suffocating tension in the room doesn’t exist at all. “Dad’s taking us out to dinner tonight,” he tells you. Reminds you, because you knew all of this beforehand. Everything but the party. “Do you want me to run by the pharmacy to get you something?”

Another tap at the fractured glass.

That’s Shinnosuke all over, isn’t it? You might’ve been the manager back in the day, but it was always Shin who kept an eye on his team, on you, to make sure everyone was good.

“No,” you shake your head. “I’ll–” the words get stuck in your throat. “I’ll see how I feel in an hour or so. ‘m still a little tired.”

“You want some tea, sweetheart?”

‘Shh, sweetheart, you gotta keep it down.’

A cold sweat breaks out on the nape of your neck. No. No, no, no, no–

“Baby?”

You flinch like he’s slapped you, jerking away from the hand he’s wound in your hair. The startled look he shoots you borders on wounded, but you’re already squirming towards the edge of the bed, stumbling to your feet like a newborn foal. “Bathroom,” you manage to eke out, your voice sounding far too strangled and hoarse to pass as anywhere near the realm of fine.

Shin doesn’t follow, doesn’t so much as utter a word – all kicked puppy confused – as you throw the door closed behind you and collapse back against it, a sweaty, ashen mess.

He usually calls you love. Baby. Princess when he’s being a little shit.

Sweetheart’s a rare one.

Your heart races, a runaway train pounding in your chest. His eyes, his touch, sweetheart, sweetheart, sweetheart.

Another shuddering breath in. Out.

Fuck.

There’s a knock – not at the ensuite door, the sound’s too muffled for that, and you didn’t hear Shin’s footsteps (though you’re not sure you would, over the pounding in your ribs) meaning that the knocking’s at his door.

There’s only one other occupant in the house. Though you try your damndest to fight it, there’s no stopping the wave of panic that stabs through you. Shin’s door creaks open, soft voices barely creeping through the gap in the door, and your fingers go rigid, nails clawing at the black and white flooring as though you can ground yourself by breaking through it instead.

You don’t realise you’re crying.

Not until the droplets splatter on the tiles by your feet.

—

You should’ve left days ago.

After Christmas, when you’d ducked out from under Shin’s arm and lurched for the nearest bathroom, when it’d finally clicked for him that you violently hurling your guts up wasn’t the result of a simple hangover, you’d tried. Short of admitting the truth – and swinging a bat at the bees’ nest – convincing Shin to leave his dad’s place goes about as well as drawing blood from a stone.

He’s even less thrilled about the prospect of you going back by yourself, leaving him to spend what’s left of the week with his dad like they’d planned.

There’s only so far you can push without breaking something. You, probably. You and Shin, almost definitely.

Even so, you might’ve had more of a backbone if he hadn’t been so… Shin. All coaxing and concerned. Logical to a damn fault.

‘You don’t wanna be stuck in a car driving for hours when you’re feeling shitty, love, and besides, dad’s place is bigger than ours. Comfier. You’ll probably be on the mend by tomorrow anyway, so there’s no point in us heading back.’

If you weren’t trying to salvage what’s left, or maybe clinging to the idea that you can – and want to – then it would’ve been easier just to go.

You wouldn’t still be here, stuck in the house of the man who’d– who’d raped you.

You wouldn’t be avoiding your boyfriend’s eye.

You would’ve screamed the whole house down before Kuroo Tetsurou ever bent you over the kitchen counter.

But the gentle extrication in the early hours of the morning, Shinnosuke’s lips brushing against your cheek, the sleepy rasp of his voice as he mumbles a quiet, “Love you,” before slipping away – you barely stir, cozy and safe and content.

He loves you. Shin loves you.

A while later – minutes, maybe, or hours, it’s hard to tell when you’re still in the grips of sleep – the mattress dips under Shin’s weight, and those strong, sculpted arms seek your warmth again, you only sigh and lean back against him.

“I love you,” you whisper, not yet willing to open your eyes and face another day of lying to him.

The arm slung over your waist curls tighter, his face nuzzling into your neck. The kisses he leaves there aren’t affectionate, exactly, they’re not gentle, when teeth catch, nipping sharply at your skin, only to be soothed by a lave of his tongue.

And the laugh that rumbles at your back – a shade off your boyfriend’s – is anything but nice.

“Yeah? Fuck, you’re sweet in the morning.”

This time, you don’t hold back. You shriek, kicking out like a wild thing – or you would have, if Kuroo’s hand hadn’t clamped down on your mouth, if his weight hadn’t shifted so that rather than lying curled up behind you, he’s half on top of you, pinning you down to the mattress with a thigh lodged between yours.

“Uh-uh-uh, we were doing so good, kitten. Don’t you wanna be daddy’s good girl?”

Your only answer is a ragged noise, torn from somewhere deep inside of you. He chuckles again, grinds against you, his cock a thick, unignorable presence pressed at your ass. There’s nothing but the thin cotton of your sleep shorts separating it from you, and from past experience, that barrier won’t do much to deter him for long.

Kuroo rolls you onto your back and slots himself nicely between your legs. Naked, you realise with a fresh stab of fear.

You scream the moment his palm leaves your lips to capture your wrists, scream for Shinnosuke – for anyone – so loudly that it feels like you’ll bleed for it. Let him come running, find you pinned and squirming, terrified beneath the man who raised him.

Let it be the final crack that obliterates everything.

If Shin sees you like this, utterly petrified, on the verge of being raped again and still thinks it some kind of a betrayal, let him choke on it. You don’t care anymore, you just want someone to stop this.

(Shin wouldn’t, would he?)

But Kuroo only snickers. Leans over to lick along the edge of your lashes, where hot, glistening tears are already spilling over, trickling down to disappear in your hairline. “Your boy’s not here, but we don’t have long ‘til he gets back. You’ll forgive me if we bypass the foreplay this morning, right, sweetheart?” You shudder, goosebumps prickling where his breath washes over you, and you squeeze your eyes shut and violently – pointlessly – shake your head. “We’ll have to save eating your pretty little cunt for next time.”

All too eager, he hungrily captures your lips again and yanks down your shorts, taking your panties along with them.

Christmas morning, you’d been shoved face down over the kitchen counter while he’d fucked you from behind. You’d give anything for that distance right now. At least then you hadn’t had to endure his suffocating warmth, having him squeeze and grope at your tits over your old, threadbare tee.

You wouldn’t have to writhe away from his mouth while he rucks your bare thighs up either side of his hips, dragging you closer.

Even with your eyes screwed tightly shut, you can’t pretend that this isn’t happening as Kuroo spits and a heartbeat later the thick head of his cock slowly – agonisingly slowly – splits you apart.

You forget how to breathe.

Eyes popping open and back arching up into his chest, your fists clutch desperately at the sheets of Shin’s bed, trying to squirm away, only the grip he has on you makes sure there’s nowhere for you to escape to. He’s big, long, mostly, and you’re too tight to take him easily, especially without any prep. The spit doesn’t help any, and Kuroo doesn’t care, groaning out in pleasure as inch by inch he pushes himself deeper, until at last he’s seated firmly inside of you. “Good fucking giiiirl,” he purrs, a kiss pressed to the tip of your nose.

A tiny, drawn out whine is all you can manage when your lower half radiates pain.

“Gonna fuck this perfect pussy nice ‘n full,” he tells you. “Give you everything you need, sweet girl. You can take it. I know you can, you just gotta breathe for me.”

But unlike last time, he doesn’t allow you the luxury of a minute to adjust. His hips draw back and punch forward, jolting another mewling gasp from your lips. And again. And again. The pace isn’t violent so much as intense, like each thrust ignites something inside of him that burns for more.

He clasps your wrists in one hand, pants into your open mouth between frenetic kisses, groans out your name in that shuddering gasp.

“Mine,” he pants, beads of sweat dripping from his chest, his chin, rolling down onto you. “You’re daddy’s girl– fuck!”

Your cunt reacts accordingly, flexing around his cock, easing its passage so that the wet, lurid sounds of him fucking you quickly fill the air. A betrayal that has your cheeks flaming.

The muscles in your thighs burn, Kuroo all but forcing them back towards the bed, his weight driving into you with fervour. A quick adjustment to the angle of your hip and his cock hits a spot deep inside of you that has you choking on a moan of your own, a burst of bright, sizzling pleasure bleeding through the pain.

Kuroo grins ferally at the sound of it. Drops his weight on an elbow and bucks into you, hitting it again. Your inner walls twitch, squeezing and slick, dragging noises from you that make you wanna burn with shame – that, or cut yourself loose entirely. You can’t muster resistance when he swallows them down, sucking on your tongue, moaning into your mouth. His momentum turns rabid, his hand no longer encircling your wrists, but entangled with them, pressing them down to the mattress. “Almost… there…” he grunts, gasping as he curls over you, abs flexing.

A shudder rolls through him, his hips faltering just as something vital shatters inside of you, toes curling, white hot pleasure exploding from your core, rippling through your whole body like the aftershocks of an earthquake. With your pussy spasming around his cock, your body taut and locked with pleasure, Kuroo hurtles off that cliff right alongside you, a strangled noise somewhere between a moan and a growl escaping him as he pumps your cunt full of his seed, all but collapsing atop of you afterwards.

It takes a minute before he peels himself off of you; pushing himself up, braced on elbow so that he’s not crushing you entirely, Kuroo waits, buried inside your warmth, for you to stop trembling with the after effects of your orgasm, for his cock to soften and both of your breathing to even out.

Waits for those glazed over eyes to focus back on him and once again fill with tears, stroking a hand through your sweat-dampened hair as he does so.

“You should go take a shower before Shin gets home,” he says after a minute or two, his voice a low purr. “He can’t be far off.”

But aside from rolling off you to allow you up, Kuroo makes no moves to follow you, or so much as get up off the bed. Naked, his cock soft and glistening with your juices, one knee propped up, he watches you stumble like a newborn foal into the bathroom (only half managing to close the door behind you) with damn near predatory intent, a smirk teasing at his lips.

It’s where Shin finds you a short while later, curled up on the floor of the shower, shaking through silent sobs.

—

Shin doesn’t let go of your hand the entire trip home.

Uncharacteristically sober, he says little aside from the occasional murmur to check in with you – always unanswered – and keeps you tucked close, as though a fraction of distance between you might pry you from his side entirely.

The hours pass in a haze of… nothing. Your tears dry. Numbness takes over. You move like a robot, Shin guiding you every step of the way until you cross the threshold of your apartment.

He never asks what happened. You suppose the smell of sex in his bedroom and the bruises and love bites scattered over your body tell the tale well enough. Shinnosuke’s never been stupid. He’s not dense.

He’s not heartless, either.

In the sanctity of your tiny, shitty bathroom, you shower again. A proper shower this time, with the water turned up full blast, scrubbing viciously at your skin– or at least, you do until he steps in and takes over. You’ve never thought of your boyfriend as particularly gentle, but he pries the loofah from your hand with a delicacy you didn’t know him capable of and takes care of you, cleaning you up with a tenderness that borders on reverence.

You pretend not to notice how his eyes (so like his, sharp and hazel) narrow into a scowl every time he spots another bruise, another mark left by his father. Once or twice his fingers begin to ghost over them, burgundy fingerprints on your thigh, a love bite sucked into the delicate skin above your collarbone, only to catch himself, swallowing tightly and resuming his task like he’d never faltered in the first place.

When you’re done, he dries you both off and helps you into fresh clothes – a pair of comfy sweatpants and an old hoodie of his and guides you back to the living room, setting you down into his lap on the couch.

“I–” his voice is hoarse. Quiet, especially in the stillness of the apartment, and when you glance his way, he awkwardly clears his throat and takes a deep breath. “I went to the pharmacy. I thought– I thought…” he trails off again, dropping his gaze. “I’m such a fucking idiot.”

Your heart twists, and it’s your turn to comfort him. Or maybe you’re comforting each other, shifting slightly in his lap so that you can wrap your arms around him and draw him in close, burying your face in the crook of his neck and breathing in the fresh, clean scent of him. “No. I– it wasn’t…” but the words don’t come. You flounder.

What are you supposed to say? It wasn’t his fault? Wasn’t yours?

You should’ve said something earlier? Should’ve fought back harder – against both of them, should’ve grown a spine?

A beat passes in the tense, thick silence, and when it becomes clear that you’ve got nothing for him, he makes an odd sort of huff that sounds almost irritated. You frown a little, but you don’t fight it when his arms pull tighter around you, when his cheek comes to a rest against your hair and his hands seek yours, curling around your wrists and stroking at the skin there.

“We’ll get through this,” he vows. “I love you, this doesn’t change anything. It won’t change anything.” His lips meet the crown of your head in a soft kiss. “You’re mine. You’ll always be mine.”

#yandere haikyuu #yandere kuroo #yandere kuroo x reader #yandere kuroo tetsurou #yandere kuroo tetsurou x reader #oc: kuroo shinnosuke #tw: noncon

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stpdloli · 11 months

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little wip because they spark joy

#bro not to kiss my own ass but i really have gotten #much better at bodies in perspective #its fuNNN its fun to draw them <333 #rhi im sorry i drew your boy as well but you know i love him #anyways they're besties <333 #haikyuu #my ocs #oikawa atsuko #kuroo shinnosuke

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seijorhi · 2 years

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Rhi you have an oc???

Haha technically? By the loosest of definitions anyway

He’s a character I came up with for invidia, kuroo’s son/reader’s boyfriend shinnosuke– around the same time that fairy was writing for her sorta oc atsuko and we spent like a week straight hyping the two of them and imagining au’s and whatnot

In the fic he’s a good guy, but we basically turned him into the worst possible version of himself. As I love to do with any ‘good’ character haha

#I think a lot of you degenerates #at the time I wrote invidia #were also like ‘ya but what if Shinnosuke was in on it’#and #‘what about Kuroo father and son threesome??’#so y’all are equally to blame #rhi answers

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seijorhi · 3 months

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Hi (this is my walk of shame)

I'm not dead :D

Let's just... ignore the fact that I fully disappeared, but I'm back! (an unemployed)

To kickstart my first fangirl session of 2024, I have to rave about No Strings Attached <33

Sidenote, I'm renaming this weekly raving session now that I'm back because I can't for the life of me remember the original long ass title

AWR - Art's Weekly Rambles :))

I've spoken about it before, but sugar daddy Bokuto has a hold of my soul, you don't understand

But genuinely?? Like, (barely) middle aged Bokuto?? Silver fox?? Pussy whipped??

I need it. Immediately.

He's like a puppy in a grown man's body, and in real life it would ick me out, but you know just how to write the most pathetic men who scare the shit out of me and I neeeeeeeeeeed him

And he's so delusional too!! Man fully believed the reader was in love and refused to hear otherwise (again, I'd hate this irl, but come on)

And he's just so pushy???? I love it. Yes Bo, overstep those boundaries!! Not to mention the way he refers to her as "my pretty girl" - folding

Again, I know I've spoken about this fic in the past, but I genuinely love it so so much

Also, Invidia ii?? Gobsmacked.

I loved it. The fact that Shinnosuke is literally as delusional and creepy as Kuroo?? Impeccable.

He knew and just did not give two shits. Taking unbothered to the next level.

Anyway, I love you and I miss you and, as usual, I eat your writing up <33

ART MY BELOVED <33 i have missed you

honestly writing bo as a (slightly) older version of himself where he's still this immature, demanding, wilfully blind and delusional love-sick fool is just hhhhhhhh give that man an inch and he'll take miles <33

and thank you! i was pretty happy with invidia ii when all was said and done. you can choose to ignore shin's massive red flags but i for one think they're just a little sexy and a warning of things to come

anyway ily ily ilyyyyyy

more writing coming your way soon, bby, pinky promise ;))

#rhi answers #artemis32 #AWR #tho i will say if i was writing it again #i would definitely push bokuto into his mid-late 40's #make it real silver-fox territory ghfdjksjhfjd

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seijorhi · 3 years

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asks :)

once again, i’m terrible at answering things :)

First off, your newest Kuroo story WRECKED ME. OMMMMMG LIKE IT'S SOOO FUCKING GOOD. You are one of the most incredible writers ever, like professional style writing. These should be books and you should get paid for it, honestly. Your skill is totally unmatched, my friend. I just adore everything you write. I had two questions thou about the story, just because I am totally obsessed by it- so has Kuroo been obsessed with her since he saw her, I'm like curious how his obsession started

like is it because she's young and he's interested? Cuz I totally got the vibes at the party that he was showing her off like she was his girlfriend and he seems like he has been wanting her for awhile. I was just curious about how it started cuz god I'm a simp for yandere kuroo- boss man Kuroo would make me weakkkkk. My second question is so is he like obsessively in love with her or is it like just a this hot piece of ass is mine to fuck kinda thing? Like does he want a relationship?

anyways, I love you and I love your writing. Everything you write is legit perfection! Thank you for all your beautiful stories you share with us! - Kai

first of all, whomst gave you the right to be so damn sweet???!?! dsgsjkl thank you, bby!

so, like with all my fics i kind of have a ‘read into it how you want’ thing going for it. whether or not kuroo actually has ‘romantic’ (i use that word loosely) feelings for the reader or whether he just enjoys fucking her because he’s in a position of power and she’s easily manipulated is left a little up to your interpretation and how you’d prefer to imagine it. however, having said that there are little hints throughout the fic that imply that there’s a little more depth to kuroo’s feelings. you’re not wrong with the whole ‘showing her off’ vibe at the party, and there’s mentions of confessions that kuroo gives while he’s fucking the reader - also the title of the fic, invidia, means envy in latin. so take that how you will 🤷‍♀️

and as far as how it all began, i like to think that it was kind of a slow build. again it’s implied that kuroo has met the reader (however briefly) a few times before - at games as nekoma’s manager, when she initially was introduced as his girlfriend and she has stayed over at their place in the past. it wasn’t so much a singular moment, but kuroo’s definitely been paying more attention to her than she realises.

WHAT WHAT WHAT???? RHI UHMMM WAS KUROO IN LOVE WITH THE READER???? 👀👀👀👀 HOLY SHIT. I'm honestly mind blown rn like I have a lot of questions like did Shin know? Was he also into it? Omg the idea of Father and Son sharing reader...

(also I def did not hope that Bokuto was also there cuz that would have be fun....oppsss)🙊

hehehe

no, shin didn’t know but oh can you imagine the betrayal if he did? if he willingly set up the reader to be fucked by his dad 👀god damn

adsfgdhjfkfl there was a moment i genuinely considered having something more happen at the christmas party where bo would stumble across and one thing would lead to another.... but i decided not to go that route. this one needed to be solo kuroo haha

Rhi, what can I say, amazing as always!

ahhh thank you sm, bby!

Hi i absolutely love the kuroo fic at first no one would actually notice he was into and then story actually rises nicely however i would like to ask like what happens later im sorry im a little burnt out from my mountains of assignments that i cant think of a possible aftermath since the story had an open ending but yeah what happens later after the whole scene does y/n stay there for the 7 days and get r*ped again or she goes home early and like what happens to kuroo and shinsuke im sorry for annoying you with questions its fully up to you whether u would like to answer or not :-)

aw, thank you! I hope your assignments and stuff are all done? And pls bby, you’re not annoying me at all 💕💕💕

Honestly again, it’s kind of left up to what you like to think would happen, but personally I think that the reader stays, because there’s no easy way to get out of that situation without raising suspicion - which means that she then has to spend the next week trying unwittingly playing cat and mouse with Kuroo who’s gonna use every damn opportunity he has to push your boundaries 👀

Duuuuude invidia fucked me up! Like fuck, lol! The build up was so spectacular! It makes me wonder two things: how did kuroo’s obsession start, and what would shin have done if he caught them (and why do I feel like he’d join in... I guess it runs in the family lol).

I loved it sooooo much and im also so creeped out lol. Can’t trust other people’s dads. Everything about it was perfect!

glad you liked it, bby!!

shin’s a good boy and he genuinely loves the reader, but i think if he did stumble across the two of them he’d just shut down and walk away. it’d be the biggest betrayal in his eyes - it wouldn’t matter if you were drunk or he was, who came onto who - the two most important people in his life going behind his back would just break him :( and i think he probably wouldn’t give either of them a chance to explain

but if we’re talking degenerate shin... 👀👉👈

imagine if invidia! reader gets pregnant and Shin thinks it’s his, but its actually his dad’s 🤭

oooh kuroo would be such a smug little shit - he’d get extra touchy feely with the reader, drop ‘casual’ hints, basically doing everything outside of straight up admitting it to him, just to see how far he can push until shin starts to doubt whether he’s actually the father - when it’s just the two of you though... i think he’d be a little softer - but equally as possessive - you’re his, and so’s the kid growing inside of you

Kuroo: son do you know what a cuck is? Shinnosuke: no? Kuroo: wOULD YOU LIKE TO FIND OUT - @south-korea-cakes

dagshjskl i snorted when i read this but you’re not wrong lmao

hi rhi! i have a question about Lion’s Den! did oikawa purposely set the reader up to witness his true nature? or was it chance that she saw him kill?

no - i think he’d rather have kept you in the dark a little longer and tried to let things develop ‘organically’ but he’s not upset that you did find out the truth - gives him an excuse to move things along and take what he wants 👀

hey rhi:) soo my boyfriend of two years just broke up with me and so far a major comfort has just been rereading your stories. something about feeling desired, ya know? anyway, thanks for making me feel a little better <3 - @theofficialhufflepuff

aw i’m sorry to hear that :( i’m glad my fics can help make you feel a lil better - sending love bby! 💕

omg i adore everything in the soulmate series hello !! would any of the soulmate pairings ever end up feeling lowkey competitive w/ the other?? like all of them seem to mutually respect the other but would there ever come a point where smth pushes them into trying to outdo ur other soulmate when it comes to ur affection?

also have i mentioned how much i love ur writing bc i love ur writing

hmmm, not so much with oikawa & iwa or ushijima and tendou because i think they have pretty rock solid relationships with each other prior to the reader coming along - if they did it would only be minor stuff

the twins on the other hand - good fucking luck with them because they’ll turn everything into a competition. the moment one twin thinks you’re favouring the other too much expect to get dragged across the room and forced to spend ‘quality time’ with the other. it’s all very petty and exhausting and there is no possible chance for you to win. but thank you sweetheart!!

tonight im thinking about The Final Girl! boys forcing you to share a bed with them for the first time. With Kuroo’s face buried in the crook of your neck, one big hand palming your breast for good measure, Bo holding onto your waist, and Kaashi’s legs tangled with yours. its suffocating, really😪😓

asdgdhjdkdl suffocating? yes. now where do i sign up?? 🥺

you are so talented in writing it's crazy!! just the way you articulate things is ugh *chef's kiss*. i hope you are doing well and not receiving hate 🥺 ily pls

ahhh thank you so much, messages like these always make me so happy! ily bby! 💕

more karasuno first years soon? 👀

who’s to say?? i don’t have any full fics planned but maybe some concepts and thirsts??

if you make a yandere msby fic i’ll literally lose it i love your writing

👀i am considering it

#ask #anon #BD answers #BD love #fic q's #tw pregnancy

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