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teamatsumu · 6 months
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kinktober 2023 -> day 12
public play - tendou satori x reader
word count: 607
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You’d always known Tendou was a freak in bed. Even before you two had begun dating, you had an inkling. With how unorthodox he was, anyone would’ve guessed he was less than vanilla under the sheets. What shocked them was when he got together with you.
You knew how you looked to the people of your university. Prim, proper, never a hair out of place, well-ironed clothes and clean smile, always early for class and always on top of your grades. What can you say? You were efficient.
So how had you ended up here? Dating the Guess Monster of all people? You heard the whispers follow you when Tendou walked you to class, the same class he had the gall to be skipping. You knew they wondered, and you knew that they had no idea just how similar you and Tendou actually were.
“I wish they could see you now, honey.” Tendou cooed in your ear as your body squirmed and jerked. His lean, surprisingly sturdy figure held you in place against the wall, long thin fingers wiggling inside you so carelessly that you were worried he would rip you apart. He hummed to himself right afterward in contemplation. “Well, they could very well see you. All they have to do is really look.”
And he was right, standing under the shadow of the staircase, it wouldn’t take much for the bustling crowd of students rushing through the halls to take a little breath and slow down, realizing that the huddle under the stairs was you pressed into the wall while your tall boyfriend fingered you fast and rough, his hand disappearing under the hem of your skirt.
You bit into Tendou’s shoulder to try and stifle your moans, bucking your hips into him more and more. You wanted to cum so bad, all rational thought had flown out the window long ago. You didn’t care who saw you at this point, the voices and chatter of the people long drowned out by the roaring in your ears. Tendou chuckled.
“Dirty little thing,” he had a teasing lilt to his voice. “You love this, don’t you? Getting fingered in public. Crying all over my hand. And you’re soaking, too. Way more than usual. Should I do this more often?”
You were panting at this point, breathing hard to try and compensate for your lack of moans. You were close, and Tendou could tell, from the slow stiffening of your body to how you pushed yourself closer to him, your movements getting more desperate.
“Or maybe I should drag you out there in front of everybody,” he mused, knowing what his dirty ramblings did to you, knowing they would push you closer to the end. “I should lay you out on the floor and fuck you right there, so a crowd can gather and watch you cry and cum over my cock. That what you want? Everyone to see how big of a whore you are?”
And his words worked, because the next moment you were cumming, your juices running down his hand and his wrist, his fingers moving faster and faster to prolong your orgasm as much as he could, ignoring how hard his own cock was, straining against his pants. This was enough for now, getting off on the thought of taking you in front of all these idiots who thought he didn’t deserve you. They would understand then, as they watched you cry and moan about how good his fingers felt, why you were with him. That would shut them up real quick.
And Tendou was just freaky enough to actually pull that stunt someday.
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mymegumi · 1 year
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⠀ ⠀ HOW HE LOVES 。゚❁ུ۪ °ₒ
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loves to fuck you after a long day at work, hands pressed into your ass as he bends you over to fuck you. loves calling you names that are both degradation and praising—“my good whore”, “pretty little cocksucker”, and “my sweet toy” to name just a few. most likely to take you whenever he feels like it, even if it’s in public and he has to cover your mouth to make sure you don’t make a sound when he’s fucking you so good in a public restroom. loves watching the tears flow down your face when you’re blowing him because he knows it’s just because his cock’s too big for your poor little mouth. fucks you so good you forget your name, and still makes sure to give you the sweetest aftercare because he loves you.
MATSUKAWA ISSEI, iwaizumi hajime, ukai keishin, TERUSHIMA YUUJI, kyoutaro kentarou, semi eita, konoha akinori, tsukishima kei, tendou satori, daishou suguru, SUNA RINTAROU
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doingitforbokuto · 7 months
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Putting on a show
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-> TENDOU SATORI X CAMGIRL!READER
Summary: Tendou has a habit of always watching your streams. And he likes you a bit too much, even though he knows there can never be any real connection between the two of you. Or can there?
Words: 2,769
Warnings: masturbation, filming / live streaming, sex work
Tendou was pissed. His tram was supposed to be here already. Treading from one foot onto the other, he prayed that it would be here soon and bring him home on time. Usually getting home a few minutes later than usual didn't bother him but today he had plans and he needed to be on time. He hated it when he missed your shows. Some of them you uploaded later in a regular video so people who missed the live stream could watch it as well but that was only for the ones where you didn't interact with your viewers. The ones where you got in front of a camera and put on a show you had planned out beforehand. And while Tendou liked those, he loved the ones where you talked. Where your eyes scanned the screen in front of you and answered the comments, complied with requests, made him feel like he was actually in the room with you. And if he missed it, he wouldn't be able to watch it later on. But more importantly: He would not be able to talk to you.
Slowly, he saw the train roll into the station. If it would drive as planned now, he might still be able to make it home on time.
Tendou knew that this wasn't the healthiest situation that he found himself in but to be honest, he didn't really care. Yes, he started watching live streams of a camgirl. Yes, he developed a crush on said camgirl. Yes, he never missed a show. Yes, he imagined what it would be like to hold you, to kiss you, to fuck you.. to take you out on dates and talk to you for hours. Yes, yes, yes. It would never happen. It was delusional. But whatever. He didn't care. He liked you and your shows always brought a smile on his face. That was enough of a reason for him to keep watching your shows.
And so, as soon as he arrived at his station, he hurried to his flat, practically bolted through the door and into his bedroom. Only two more minutes and the show was supposed to start. He could already feel blood rushing to his crotch in anticipation. It was embarrassing, he knew it but he couldn't help himself. Whenever he thought about your pretty face, your mouth, your eyes, your boobs, your waist, your thighs, the noises you made - it was heavenly. You had to be the series creature he had ever laid eyes upon and he wasn't ashamed to feel the physical proof of that fact forming in between his legs. His bulge was already starting to strain his pants as he powered up his laptop.
Hurry up! he thought as the old thing started to hum and heat up. It sounded like a dying turbine on a jet. Thankfully the walls in his apartment building were quite thick, so no one could hear his laptop. Or his moans or your live stream.
His screen told him to enter his password the second his watch showed him that your stream was supposed to start. As quickly as he could he hammered the letters and numbers into his keyboard and started chewing on his lip in anticipation. As soon as his desktop lit up and allowed him to open his browser, he grabbed his nearly empty bottle of lube he kept in his drawer. He should really get a new one, but he always forgot to when he went shopping.
With one hand he typed in the internet address he needed get to your stream, with the other one he flipped the cap of the bottle up. Finally, finally, he could click on your stream - only to see that it hadn't started yet. Were you late? It was almost too good to be true. Tendou absolutely hated missing the beginning of your streams, it always felt like he was coming late to a meeting with friends and they were all already deep into a conversation he didn‘t fully understand. That feeling was ridiculous of course, but he still had it.
So, what should he do now? He felt weird just sitting there, the lube bottle in one hand, the other one resting on his thigh, ready to pull his pants down, a tent already forming at the mere thought of you. Should he get undressed already? No, sitting there with his cock out and hard while staring at a blank screen would be even weirder. He would just have to wait.
Just when he was about to put his bottle away again the screen flickered to life and the stream started. You came into view. Gorgeous, as always. You were wearing a flimsy silk nightgown that leaves little to imagination. Tendou was sure he could already see the outline of your bra through the thin material. Even though he thought about you a lot his memories just never compared to seeing you on his screen with all of your curves and edges pin-sharp on his little screen. He could only imagine what you would look like in real life (he did that a lot, too).
Your voice flew through his room, greeting him and everyone else to your show, apologizing for the delay. Every beginning of your shows was pretty much the same but Tendou didn't care. In fact, he loved it. You would ask if everyone was excited or how their day had been and if they were in need of a distraction after a long day. You'd tell them what you were going to do with yourself tonight, asking if they liked your idea. It was so mundane and still, the way that you spoke, the way that you carried yourself, everything about it was nerve-rackingly sexy.
Of course, Tendou knew that the reason you were doing that was to wait until everyone had joined the stream before you started but still, it made him feel special. Like you were talking only to him. Asking him how he was feeling. How his day had been. How you could please him. How you could make him feel good. Like the doting girlfriend he wished you were, the one he wished he had.
Work was hard.. glad I could come home to you, he typed in the chat.
"Aw, Tori," you purred into his ear, "I'm sorry your day wasn't good. Maybe I can make it a bit better?" You winked at him.
Fuck. This. This right there was why he loved you so much. Out of all the hundred, thousands of comments and spectators you picked out him and made him feel like you were actually listening to him. Like you cared about him. He knew that logically, that could not be true. And at the beginning, it was just a fantasy he had. But the more streams he watched, the more it seemed like it was actually true. Many times he typed something in the chat, you'd respond to it. A lot more frequent than you did with most other viewers it seemed. He made you laugh, he made you hornier. Sometimes it even seemed like you were just waiting for his comment.
But that wasn't true. It couldn't be true. Why would it be? This was your job after all, and he was a customer. A customer who paid for you to take your tits out. As if you would ever have any sort of affection towards a guy like that. Satori knew how depraved and desperate he could be, fantasizing about you like that. But he wasn't delusional. He merely allowed himself to fantasize about you and him when he watched your streams. After all, that was what the streams were for, right? You were role-playing for your viewers, so there was nothing wrong with him indulging in it for a little while. While you were streaming. Maybe while he was in the shower. And when he got horny before bed. And also when he woke up with a boner.
Today, your show was a pretty simple one. Sometimes you would do a whole story like a secretary getting fucked by her boss because she messed up or a girlfriend giving her boyfriend a blowjob after a big fight (The boss or boyfriend or whatever man was involved was always substituted by a sextoy of some kind). Today it was just you pretending to welcome your boyfriend home after some time apart. Underneath the nightgown you seemed to be wearing a thing, unpadded bra - if your hard nipples that were poking through the material of the gown wer any indicator. You knew what your viewers wanted and you never failed to deliver, especially as you slowly massaged your tits with your hands and let your thighs fall open a little bit more while you knelt on the bed.
"I've missed you so much..“, you all but whispered to the camera.
Maybe in another universe you were a Hollywood actress. The way that you always made Satori feel like you actually meant every single word you said during your roleplays was insane.
He had crawled up onto his bed and settled at the headboard. His pants and underwear was discarded on the floor and after a while, his shirt followed. You made him feel way too hot for any clothing to still be touching his skin.
You had positioned yourself perfectly on your bed in front of the camera and had slowly let your hands run up and down your body.
"Did you miss me too..?" It was the husky whisper that Tendou loved so much. All the while you let your hands run back up from your lap, all the way to your breasts. God, how he wished that it was him who touched you like that.
Missed you so much. Always looking forward to seeing you.
For just a little while, he had decided not to touch his cock. He could already tell that today would be intense and he did not want to cum before not even half the show was over. Of course, his member was hard and distracting in between his thighs, but he ignored it for now. Instead, he mirrored your movements and started toying with one of his own nipples. His other hand was still gripping the lube bottle. It was almost like and anchor to him, reminding him of what was yet to come. Intently, he watched you and he could have sworn that small smile slipped over your face at just the moment his comment showed up. But then you went on to reply to someone else.
Bit by bit, you fondled your breasts until your nipples were even harder and more evident through the almost see through nightgown. People were begging for you to take it off in the chat - Satori included. You loved torturing them for a little bit, but of course you gave in eventually.
"Gonna take it off for you." You winked at the camera and smiled your million dollar smile.
For him. You were doing this for him. At least here, in his bedroom, you were. Satori knew that every other person watching your stream was probably thinking the exact same thing. or at least you wanted them to - but he didn‘t care. It felt too good to imagine. The straps of your dress slipped form your arms and the fabric pooled at your hips, exposing the delicious length of your torso. You really were wearing a lace bra that already showed off your nipples.
“Want you to touch me.. I‘ve been so alone without you..“ Your fingers went back to your chest as you grabbed both your breasts and arched your back into your own touch. Your eyes were closed and your mouth open to let low moans out. Soon enough, your bra fell away as well and you were pulling and pinching your puffy nipples. Tendou had made good use of his lube bottle and put a generous amount onto his cock before he threw the bottle onto the other end of his bed and slowly started fisting his cock. Fuck. He wasn‘t going to last long.
take the rest off, baby. wanna see your pretty pussy
He was a magician. He had to be. Because just seconds after he had typed his request into the chat you looked at the camera, cheeks flushed and eyes big and innocent, asking “you want me to take this off, too?“, a hand already on the still messy nightgown around your hips. He was either a magician or you really did look for his comments.
Quickly, you rid yourself of any remaining clothing and knelt back down. The mattress dipped down underneath you as you pressed your knees harder into the mattress to raise your hips and show off your drenched pussy to the camera. Satori would never, ever stop thanking the heavens above for letting him find you. This was the prettiest sight he had ever seen and he never wanted to forget it. You, on your knees, one hand on your nipple, the other resting on your abdomen while you raised your hips just so he could see your wet pussy better. God, you were perfect. You truly were.
“You like it?“ Your voice was so soft, so genuine. Like you truly were kneeling in front of your boyfriend and you weren‘t sure if he liked what you were showing him. Although, if your boyfriend didn‘t make sure to shower you in praises every time he saw you and made sure you knew how gorgeous and sweet you were, he was an absolute moron. Satori wouldn‘t make that mistake. He didn‘t.
so so prettyy
fuck
you always look so good baby
cant get enough of you
He had to muster up all his willpower to not start fucking his fist right then and there, but he wanted to touch himself while you touched yourself. He wanted to do it with you. Together. It was torture waiting for your hand to finally move.
touch yourself princess
wanna see you cum
It drove him mad how you inched our fingers closer and closer to your cunt. You had stopped responding to the comments, which was unusual for you. Normally, you would be whispering sensual nothings or tease the commentators about how desperate they were or say something else. But today, it was almost all moans and whispers as you pumped your fingers in and out of yourself. It was a desperate rhythm that you set and Satori followed you. He was fisting his cock tightly now, grinding his teeth as he tried to hold off his orgasm. The noises you made were sinful and only drove him to fuck his fist harder and harder. He was wondering if you were close.
You hips rose again as you stopped fucking yourself and started rubbing circles on your sensitive little clit.
“Wanna.. wanna be good for you..“ Tendou had never heard you sound so desperate. Was there really someone out there, someone watching you right now that you wanted to please this much? Was your partner watching this?
youre so good
fucking perfect
It was hard to type the words with only one hand (while fucking himself into the other), but he needed to tell you. Even when he was probably the last person you were thinking about. But then why did your eyes search for a comment and seemingly stop when his popped up? Why was there a glimmer in your eyes? Tendou had to know. He had to know if this was all just in his head or if there truly was something between you two, something that traveled all the way from his fingertips to his keyboard, through internet cables all around the world into your room. He sped up his thrusts and he could see you do the same right after his words flew across the screen, your face even more flushed than before. You were close. He knew that, he had seen you orgasm so many times. He was gonna cum soon, too. And he let you know.
im close
cum with me
now
“Hhh - I - ah!“ Your orgasm hit you like you were surprised by it. You doubled over and fell onto the bed, all of your muscles shivering under the sheer pressure your pleasure put you under. You kept moving your fingers and the sound of your slick mixed with your whimpers as you came all over yourself, just at the right moment, just the second Satori emptied himself into his fist. And that‘s when he heard it. Faintly, it echoed through his room, but there was no denying that it came from you. A quick, quiet whimper. “Tori!“
He wheezed, gripping his cock impossibly tighter as another pulse of cum dirtied his hand. His every movement stilled, eyes wide open and fixated on the screen where you now laid panting after your own orgasm.
You had just said his username. As you came. During your life stream. Where you put on a show. For him. You came - for him. Was he not alone in his longing for the person on the other side of the screen after all?
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tojiphile · 7 months
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summary. for years you tormented tendou satori. now, the two of you reunite at a host club where it seems like the tables have turned.
cw/ tw. f!reader, prostitution, humiliation, shoe-humping, degradation, spit, bullying, revenge, slapping, manhandling, hair-pulling, dubcon?
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“oh, how the mighty have fallen.” tendou croons, rough thumb stroking your cheek as he grips your chin, forcing your lips into a pout. you want to run, but you can see your boss at the corner of your eye, watching you closely. if you lost this job, you’d truly have no where else to go. 
every shift, you wonder how you could have let yourself sink this low.
tonight, you had swayed your hips, strutting about the club in your uniform. the low-cut, tight fabric clung onto your skin, sticky with sweat from the time spent grinding against old and eager men to get some of their spare change. 
you felt obscenely lewd. your top, that could hardly be classified as a top, exposed your midriff. what you once thought was a respite for cool air though, you soon learnt was a devil in disguise. dark bruises littered your waist, exposing all the places where paying clients had grabbed you, heartlessly passing you around to be shared. 
you had never been a good girl, barely scraping through school, but you prided yourself on your charisma. you were always popular. after classes, you had boys lining up in the halls to give you gifts, only to be rudely dismissed should they have brought you anything other than your favourites. 
teachers weren’t safe from your charm either, and you were always willing to put on a show or more just for a passing grade. the only time you ever lowered your head was when you were on your knees, buttons popped open and skirt messily discarded, with your teacher’s cock resting heavy on your tongue. 
safe to say, you were hardly kind. 
cruel, instead, might be the right word. stone cold eyes staring down the girls that you tripped over in the halls, laughing as their skirts flipped over, exposing their panties. 
your favourite targets through, were the lanky, ugly, friendless boys—the ones with nothing to live for and no one to love them. you’d spend your lunch periods forcing them on their hands and knees, using them as feet rests while you and your friends hated on them right in their faces.
tendou satori was your favourite victim. he fit every criteria perfectly, and no one ever stopped you because he was practically begging to be bullied. his obnoxious taunts caused everyone to dislike him—you were just doing the world a favour by making him shut up.
no, you were not a good girl. 
when you dropped out of college, it was only to be expected. your parents had always expressed disappointment in how you turned out, but you turned a blind eye. who cared when you had everything?
but their disappointment turned to anger after you began to bring men and women alike back, keeping your parents sleepless in their own home. when they decided to kick you out of the house, you didn’t care. you had your friends—all the girls that wanted to be you, and all the boys that wanted to be with you. 
but you were forced to learn that a lot had changed since graduation. girls that were once your loyal dogs had moved on to bigger and better things, sick of your dirt poor treatment. boys that were once begging for your attention had found other girls to obsess over.
“sorry.” they all said, not really sorry.
a harsh slap brings you back to reality, back to the nightclub where you are untimely reunited with the boy you used to bully. 
you and tendou both changed a lot. but while your harsh words were replaced with faux smiles, his ugly jeans were replaced with fine yarn. adorned in a black suit, the man in front of you exudes luxury. 
he gives you a saccharine smile, letting your face slip from his grip, “long time no see.”
you straighten your back, patting down what little fabric covered yourself, and clear your throat. you know that if you were oh so lucky, this might be it. if tendou was an ounce more forgiving, you might be let go with an awkward wave of a hand and a request for a different waitstaff. if he didn’t hate your guts now as much as you hated him then, you might be released to mourn your bad behaviour.
but alas, it seemed as if tendou had different plans. shooting you an unfeeling smile and telling the group of people he came with to “give him a moment”, tendou stands up, placing a warm hand on the small of your back, and leads you towards the back exit. 
standing there is your boss, who you give a weak smile, internally begging him to notice something was wrong. but if he did, he made no move to show it, only grunting as he accepted the crumpled note tendou threw him, opening the door and letting you both out into the dark of the night.
you hardly notice he hasn’t said a word, too caught up in your own thoughts. as the door slams shut behind you, you’re resigned to your fate. you step away from him briefly, wanting to save some pride by cursing him out one last time, but you are pulled back by a rough hand that grabs your elbow, slamming you into the wall.
you groan in pain at the impact, but tendou doesn’t seem to care. why should he? you had done so much worse, and now, it was time for payback.
he has to lean down slightly, but tendou’s face presses close to yours, his eyes wide with a gaze both animalistic and sinister. his lips curl as he reaches up your short skirt to tug your panties down, two coarse fingers shoved in your core. it’s a tight fit, but you’re used to men being rough. you bite your lip. he’s going to have to do a lot more if he wants to hurt you.
he seems to have got the message quickly, slipping his other hand into your top, tearing away your pathetic excuse of a bra. “i knew you were a filthy cockslut,” he snarls into your ear, fingers toying with your sensitive nubs, “but i never thought i would have the chance to fuck you.”
you struggle, but between the concrete wall and tendou, you’re stuck between a rock and a hard place.
“fuck you.” you spit, trying your best to avoid complete and utter humiliation.
the calloused hand playing with your tits moves to coil around your back, pulling you closer and forcing you against his hardening cock. he laughs cruelly, mockingly replying, “don’t worry, i will.”
you feel yourself flush, unable to think of a response before he continues, in that same taunting voice that caused you to despise him years ago, “i paid for you. tonight, you’re here to serve me.” 
another long finger forces its way into you, extracting milky strands that has your heart thumping against your chest. he continues, beginning to scissor you with his fingers, stretching your cunt, prepping you for his cock.
“you’ve always been such a fucking whore,” he drawls as your cunt clenches around his fingers, “you’re clearly enjoying this.” he presses his thumb on your clit, moving in slow circles. you can feel the warmth growing in your stomach. a low growl escapes your lips, and tendou only scoffs, fingers moving faster. 
soon, your eyelids flutter shut. tendou is good with his fingers, and you start to find pride a silly thing to worry about as you’re oh so deliciously close. but just as you’re about to cum, he pulls away mercilessly, leaving you empty. your body betrays you as it leans into his touch, following his fingers. 
“squat.” he instructs you.
you tilt your head in confusion. perhaps he meant to kneel? but as your right knee touches the rough floor, tendou hoists you up by your top, hissing into your ears, “can’t you follow simple instructions? are you that fucking stupid?” he throws you back, and you draw in a sharp breath as you scrape your hands breaking your fall. 
“squat.” tendou repeats, louder, as if challenging your intelligence. you remember again why you hated him, but do so anyway. you feel the cool air against your warm cunt, shivering at the thought of how vulnerable you seem now.
“look at me,” he commands, and you look up, eyes meeting his. he towers over you, blood red eyes hazy with lust. his black suit is hardly disheveled, a stark comparison to you. your skirt is hoisted up, and your panties are hung carelessly around your ankles, as if they could slip off at any moment.
you realise how exposed you are, and how clothed tendou is. you are completely at his mercy.
your bra was messily discarded after tendou had ripped it off you minutes ago, and your top was quick to go too, as tendou reaches down and pulls it over your head.
you have half the mind to tell him to watch the hair, but when he grabs a fistful of it, you know he’d hardly care.
tendou moves you over by your hair to reach the base of his shoes.
“kiss it.”
you sputter. the memories of all the times you had forced him to kiss your feet came rushing back, but they were short-lived as he pushes your head down, causing you to lose balance and land face first on his leather shoes.
“go on now.”
you can feel his eyes on you, and you want nothing more than to crawl in a hole and die. fuck, was this how he felt? you felt so utterly humiliated, a toy just for him to play with.
you press a chaste kiss on tendou’s shoe, and he hums in satisfaction. his grip on your hair doesn’t falter, but he lets out a low chuckle, “you’re learning so quick. if only i knew this back then...”
you gasp as you feel his shoe press against your leaking cunt, rubbing at your clit with the tip of his shoe. it feels surprisingly good, and you allow yourself to move in rhythm with tendou, getting yourself off on his shoe.
his movement suddenly stops, and he forces you to look up at him.
“hump yourself.”
your cheeks burn. it was one thing to let him use you and another to move with him, but humping yourself is succumbing to him—admitting that he won, admitting that you lost.
tendou can sense your hesitation, growing more impatient, “i don’t have all night. do you want your fucking tip later or not?”
you relent, shutting your eyes and start moving. you press your cunt against the cool leather, covering it with your slick as you start to ride his shoe. your cheeks are burning, and you focused your gaze from the little piece of gum stuck on the sideway.
“fucking look at me,” he growls, “i want you to look me in the eyes as you fuck yourself on my shoe.”
he pulls your hair up, and look up to see him staring down at you, eyes ablaze. you grew frantic, embarrassment turning into lust, spurring you on and causing you to move faster.
you need to relieve the ache in your lower belly, unable to hold back a moan as tendou lifts you by your hair, dragging you up to press you against the wall, nipples hardening at the touch of the rough surface.
unzipping his pants, tendou’s thick cock springs free, resting heavy against his stomach, head leaking with precum. he licks his lips, aligning the tip of his shaft with your puffy pussy, and gives you no time to adjust as he bottoms out, forcing himself deftly against your cervix.
you cry out as pain shoots through your body. the disgustingly pornography noises you make only spurs him on. thrusting into you harshly, he admires your wet cunt contracting around him so tightly, as if trying to push him out.
it turns him on, you, close to naked in front of him, crying at his touch. tendou gives you no mercy as he pounds into you, fucking you like a sex doll.
“you like this? the boy you tortured stretching out your filthy hole? pathetic.” he spits on your back, but you were too fucked out to formulate a reply.
“yeah, that’s fuckin’ right, you’re nothing,” even while pussy drunk, the words spill out of his mouth effortlessly, everything he’s wanted to say over the last decade of his life, “goddamn slut, you’re a disgusting fuckin’ human, i’m gonna clean you with my fuckin’ cum.”
you start toying with your own clit, grinding against him as he bullied your hole relentlessly. “t-tendou, i’m close!” you gasp, legs struggling to support your own weight.
“cum for me.”
you cry out as waves of pleasure overwhelm you, sending electricity throughout your body. your legs can’t handle it anymore, and you collapse onto the asphalt. tendou doesn’t seem to mind, fucking himself with his fist.
you gaze up at him, eyes and mind hazy as he brings himself close to the edge. he moves to stand over your face.
“open wide~” a sing-songy voice taunts you, but you obey anyway, too tired to fathom otherwise. he explodes over your face as he aims the salty streaks of white into your awaiting mouth. out of instinct, you swallow.
he scoffs, and you lay on the ground, too tired to move as he buttons his pants. redressed, he grabs a cigarette and lights it, taking a puff.
“oh!” tendou exclaims, forgetting something. he pulls his wallet out of his pocket, tossing a couple hundred-dollar bills onto your face. they stick onto your skin because of his cum, still not dry.
“your tip. i’ll see you tomorrow.”
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MONSTER ; satori tendō
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pairing: satori tendō x fem!reader
warnings: angst (?), bullying, hurt/comfort
wc: 1.4k
requested: no
a/n: okay, this is sad, I'm so sorry guys. I promise I'll make it up to you all. feedbacks are always welcome, and requests are open!
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Satori started to put away all his things once the lesson finished. When he was done he made his way out of the classroom to head to lunch like all the other students. He met with Ushijima in the hallway and just like always they went together to the cafeteria, with Tendō excitedly rambling about the newest Shounen Jump number he read last night insted of sleeping and Ushijima silent like always. Tendō noticed the students behind them whispering, but he didn't give them much importance, they were probably talking about Ushijima and how could he ever be friend with him, nothing new to Satori.
Once they arrived they approached the table were some of their teammates sat and took a seat with them. Tendō continued his rambling, repeating the same things he just told Ushijima to the others, as he put his backpack on the ground beside him. He moved his gaze to the backpack to take out his bento, but he stopped his motions when he noticed a piece of paper attached to it. Satori furrowed his eyebrows confused, he didn't remember seeing it before, so he took it to see what it was. He became suddenly silente once he read what was written on the paper, earning some perplexed looks from his teammates.
"Tendō is everything okay?" Reon asked to his friend, who said nothing in response. Tendō quickly gathered his things and stormed out the cafeteria, without saying a single word.
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You entered the gym and headed to the boys locker room, were you knew you could find the boys right after practice. Once you were in front of the door you knocked, asking if you could open without seeing anyone naked. You opened the door when you heard their permission.
"Hi everyone, where's Satori? I haven't heard from him since before lunch" you asked worried, he usually texted you in the afternoon and right before practice, so it was strange of him.
"Actually the last time we saw him was at lunch, he didn't come to practice today" Semi answered with a confirm from the others. You knew something happened, one thing was him not texting to you, another thing was him skipping practice. He loved volleyball with all his heart, it made him feel good. Nothing could stop him from playing, even if he was sick he would still go to practice, much to your dislike.
"Anybody knows if something happened?" maybe they could give you an explanation, so you could stop worrying so much.
"We just know that when he was taking his lunch out of his backpack he suddenly shut up, and when we asked if everything was okay he just stormed out of the cafeteria" Goshiki explained to you, you nodded smiling at him. You thanked them and apologised for your "interruption", then you made your way out of the gym, heading to Satori's dorm, where you hoped you could find him.
Once you were in front of his dorm you knocked, waiting for a response, that didn't come, implying that nobody was in there. But you could ear some video games music from where you were, so you knew he was in there. You tried to open the door, hoping it wasn't locked, and luckily it wasn't.
"Hi Satori" you sweetly said, entering the messy room. You didn't get an answer from him, he didn't even acknowledged you, he didn't even move his eyes from the screen to just look at you for one second.
"Is everything okay?" Still no answer, not even a nod.
"Satori you didn't go to practice, I know something bothering you" You smiled to him but still nothing. You tried to touch his shoulder to try to comfort him in someway, even if you didn't have a clue on what was in his mind, but he pulled away before your hand could reach him. You furrowed your eyebrows hurt by his actions, you knew he was in pain himself, but it still hurt seeing him refusing your touch.
You didn't know what to do, you have already been in this kind of situation with him, with his past coming back time to time, but he was never like this, completely withdrawn, not even wanting your comfort. Your eyes wondered around his dorm trying to magically find a solution on the walls or on the floor. That's when you spotted a piece of paper slightly crumpled. You didn't know why but your instict, and your curiosity, told you to pick it up. You followed what your instict tol you, then you opened it to reveal what was written on it.
Monster.
Suddenly all connected in your mind, while your eyes started to water. You blinked away the tears, and after taking a deep breath you turned back to him.
"'tori..." you tried to approach him again, being as sweet and gentle as possible.
"Don't touch me." He stated, removing from under you touch once again. You persisted, you really wanted to help him. But all he did in response to your actions was getting up from the chair to put as much distance as he could between the two of you. You looked at him in the face, his eyes were empty. Not even a glimpse of your sweet and joyful Satori.
"Don't come closer. Why are you even here? You could be with everyone at this moment, but no, you chose to come here, why? You feel sorry for me?" He spat when you took a step closer to him, you shook your head. He was in the verge of having a crisis and when you tried to talk to him he immediately cut you off continuing his rumbling.
"If you're here out of pity you can go back to whatever you where doing. I don't need your pity! I-I can take care of myself alone, like I always did." His voice broke with the sobs he was trying to suppress.
"Satori, please, calm down" With every step you took forwards he took one backwards, until he met the wall. When you were in front of him you hugged him, even if Satori was trying his best to get away from you.
"Go away! I don't want you here! Please leave me alone." His attempts to get away from you got weaker until he stopped trying to escape your embrace. Now he was wrapped around you, his head on your shoulder and his arms around your neck while yours were around his torso, as you gently moved your hands up and down his back, trying to soothe him.
"It's okay, I'm here with you" you whispered leaving gentle kisses on his head. You knew his past still taunted him. He tried to hide all of this with his loud and cheerful personality, but sometimes he needed to let his true feelings out.
People never looked past his reputation, they always thought he was weird and even dangerous sometimes, he didn't even have any friends before high school because of this. Now, with his teammates, that deep down really cared and worried about him, and with you, he felt less alone.
But there was still the constant reminder of what people thought of him for his entire life. The constant looks he received when he walked in the hallways or the whispering behind his back when he was with Ushijima or one of his teammates, was something he got used to, but today, when he read what was written on the paper, he felt like he received a slap to come back to reality, where he was a monster nobody cared about. The little kid inside him was hurt, again.
You guided him to his bed, and, once you both were laid down, he clung to you, buring his head in your chest. You caressed him, saying nothing but letting him know that you were there for him and didn't intend to leave him. You let him cry and release all his emotions, while you remained silent. At the moment he just needed your presence, you could talk to him later, once he was fully calm.
He cried until he fell asleep in your arms, and even in his sleep, he tightly held into you like you were his anchor, because, in fact, you were.
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heich0e · 2 years
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thinking about a royalty au where knight!tendou finds you trying to teach yourself how to dance in an empty ballroom in the middle of the night. a rumpled overskirt pulled on atop your nightdress to replicate the ballgown you'll be wearing in a fortnight's time--when the room will be filled with nobility and foreign royals who've answered your father's invitation.
he watches in silence as you try to lead yourself through the steps clumsily, humming something he's sure you think is the waltzes tune--the sweet sound echoing into the painfully still hall where you believe yourself to be without company. he doesn't mind that the tempo is off and the notes are wrong.
"you'll step on your partner's toes if you do it like that," he finally calls out into the quiet, and you nearly keel over from the fright--gripping your skirt in both hands and lifting its hem to your ankle like you're preparing to flee.
but you can't. not with the way he's leaning against the ballroom's towering double doors as he watches you, shrouded in shadow, blocking your only way out.
"what are you doing here?" you ask, breathless though you cannot blame it on the dancing.
tendou pushes himself off the wall and slowly makes his way across the room to you.
"shouldn't I be asking you that question, your highness? last i checked i'm not the one under any sort of curfew."
your nose scrunches up as he stalks closer, your mortification at being caught slowly staining around the edges with annoyance that it was him of all people.
"i'm surprised commander ushijima doesn't keep you on curfew. he's such a stickler for the rules," you mumble the words through a pout. tendou resists the urge to pinch the soft swell of your cheek as it puffs out indignantly.
"wakatoshi's only concerned with your safety, he acts in the same interest as the king."
your eyes flutter up in the wake of the young knight's words; too subtle to be an outright roll but evidence enough of your displeasure.
"my father's only interest is power," you say flatly, the words bitter even as they fall from lips so sweet.
tendou quirks a crimson brow, towering over you now as you fiddle with the creased material of your skirt. you'd obviously put it on yourself without the help of your lady's maid, a clandestine mission that no one was meant to know about, because he spots immediately how the waistline is crooked and part of your nightgown is puckering out at the small of your back like a duckling's tail.
"a legacy is power," he quips, his fingers twitching at his side near the hilt of his sword as he resists the urge to slip them under the waist of your skirt and tuck the errant puff of cotton into place at the base of your spine. "and as the only heir you are his legacy."
you huff--not as though you don't believe him, but that you're unhappy with the validity of his remark.
"so," tendou drags out the word, peering around the empty ballroom--lit by two small oil lamps you've set on either side of the floor a few paces apart. "what are you doing out of your chambers so late?"
he's fully aware of what you had been doing, you know it as well as he does, but he goads you into admitting it aloud.
"going to bed," you say stiffly, moving to step past him towards the doors.
he catches you by the crook of your elbow, and your eyes snap up to his. you meet his gaze with wide eyes, and then your look softens, lashes fluttering as your line of sight drops to where his fingers are lightly holding your sleeve.
"you never learned how to dance," tendou says gently, not asks, because he already knows the answer. his tone is no longer teasing.
your eyes flicker up to him shyly, and you shake your head no.
"evidently raising me with the skills befitting of a proper lady was not one of my father's interests," you admit quietly in reply.
the king had raised you--though the word seems unjustified given his indifference--alone, following the untimely death of your mother in your infancy. but your childhood memories are of governesses and the royal household's various other staff. of stablehands and scullery maids. of young knights training to one day join the royal guard.
"well," satori says, lifting his hand in offering.
you blink at him.
"are you looking to learn or not?" he asks, his hand still poised midair for you to accept.
"you don't know how to dance," you murmur, your brow pinching in the middle as you eye his outstretched hand skeptically.
"i can assure you i do," he laughs, and the sound bounces around the empty ballroom--getting lost in the far corners where the lamplight does not reach.
you cross your arms over your chest, turning up your nose.
"when did you learn something like that?"
he leans down towards you, bending at the waist to bring himself closer to your height. "i am the son of a nobleman, though you seem so intent to forget it."
you blink at him, flustered by his sudden nearness.
"well, if you're sure you don't need a lesson--" tendou withdraws, returning to his normal height and letting his hand drop.
you catch it before it can fall.
both of your eyes are fixed to the way you clutch his hand in yours--the warmth of your fingertips seeping through the thin material of his uniform gloves.
"please."
tendou's unfocused eyes flicker up to your face, where he sees you looking at him with an unexpected earnestness.
"please teach me."
and he does.
he starts off slow, teaching you the simplest of steps to the (proper) tempo. he hums a pared down tune to keep your movements in time, and you fall into step with him quickly and gracefully--though in truth, he expected no less.
he gets quickly swept up in the pleasure of leading you. of clasping your hand in his own. of resting his other hand upon your waist and feeling where your body dips and curves beneath his palm.
he's spinning you around the room before he can stop himself.
the two of you twirl until you're dizzy, and you're laughing at the top of your lungs as you try to hiccup out a slurred admonishment. you couldn't tell him to stop even if you wanted to through the laughter slipping from your lips.
but you don't want to. not even a little bit.
when finally you've lost any sense of up or down, of your lefts and rights, tendou stops the momentum of your turn with a tug--bringing your swaying body flush to his chest.
your head swims, your lungs ache. you fight to regain your bearings with your fingers twisted into the front of his jacket. the deep plum colour of his uniform looks more violet in the low light of the midnight ballroom. the starched material more yielding under your fingertips than you expect.
his cheeks are flushed. your touch is burning.
you look up at him with a softness in your eyes so devastating it almost brings him to his knees.
"satori," you whisper his name.
a plea.
your grip on his jacket tightens.
he smiles, but it's nothing like the carefree one that had stretched across his face while he'd been leading you in your dance. there's something melancholy even in the upward quirk of his lips.
he steps away.
"you're a natural, your highness," tendou says softly, and the words ache--pricking like thorns under his ribcage that accompany the bloom of his heart.
"tori," you murmur again, more desperately this time, reaching for him blindly.
he takes another step back, just beyond your grasp.
"i don't think i ever properly congratulated you, you know." he swallows over the taste of bile creeping up his throat.
your eyes beg him not to say any more. your hands are still half-outstretched, reaching for him.
"so congratulations,"--tendou's eyes are burning, an unpleasant heat along his waterline that threatens to rob him of his sight entirely--"i'm sure your betrothed will be pleased once the two of you are introduced at the engagement ball."
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veroramona · 1 year
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hello bestie,
I have the request for some fluff or fluff headcanons (whatever you feel more like writing) for my love Tendou Satori :D
love you <3
A/N: Of course, bestie! I've decided to settle for both, so be prepared for both headcanons and a little one-shot! And love you, too <3
Summary: Tendou fluff headcanons + fluff one-shot with a gn!reader
Warnings: Fluff (is this a warning even necessary? Idk lol)
Tagging @http-rae, @hornyf0ckers and @lololagni <3
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Tendou Satori - Headcanons and one-shot
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❀ He loves playing with your hand while holding it. No matter where you are, he always holds your hand and plays with it. Sometimes he doesn't even notice that he does it until someone points it out.
❀ He loves resting his head on your chest while you rub circles on his back or run your hand through his hair. Add words of affirmation to that and he's in literal heaven.
❀ Sharing hoodies with you is a must. You wear his and he wears yours. His heart melts whenever he sees you wearing his hoodie. You look so cute!
❀ He feels more motivated when you cheer him on during his matches. He doesn't want to disappoint you, so obviously he does his best to score as many points as possible. His team thanks you for that.
❀ He keeps every gift that he has ever received from his friends and family. He never throws anything out. The thought of receiving gifts from those he likes makes him feel so appreciated.
❀ He would do anything for his partner. He loves them dearly and doesn't ever want to lose them. The thought of them leaving him makes him anxious and causes him to be quite clingy.
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"Alright," you say, leading your boyfriend into the kitchen. You have put a sleepmask on him before. Whatever you want to show him, it's meant to be a surprise.
He can hear you shuffling around a bit. He's curious. Why did you cover his sight? What do you want to show him? And what smells so delicious?
"Okay, you can take off the blindfold now."
With that, he pulls off the sleepmask, blinking in surprise and awe at what he perceives.
"Do you like it?"
Before him lies a tray full of wonderful cupcakes, each one looking unique. His lips curve into a bright smile as he admires the cupcakes.
"It took me quite some time to perfect them," you tell him sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck.
"They all look so tasty, sweetheart!" He grabs one of the cupcakes and inspects it further. A violet glaze with purple and pink hearts on them.
"May I take a bite?"
"Of course, they're supposed to be eaten, Satori!"
He carefully takes a bite out of the cupcake. His taste buds are overwhelmed by the immaculate flavor. It tastes like strawberries!
"They're so yummy, (Y/N)! I love them!"
He finishes his cupcake and then wraps his arms around you, holding you in a tight embrace. He nuzzles his face into your hair and inhales deeply. He smiles. You smell just like the cupcakes.
"You did well, my wonderful (Y/N)."
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© veroramona. Do not steal, edit, copy, repost or translate any of my work on any social media account or claim it as your own work. If you find someone who does that, please alert me and report the account!
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glowstick-cafe · 1 year
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♡Late night surprise♡
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Tendou Satori x reader
Genre:Fluff
Warnings:None
Summary: What if you met your future boyfriend at your local 7/11 in the middle of the night?
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Summer, oh how you hated it. That hot sun on your skin, the sweating, and god forbid you have nothing to cool you down during those hot days where there were nothing to do. When summer had started you were excited due to having plans to with some friends, but that fell apart when everyone else decided to cancel for their own personal reasons.
At least you had time to catch up on sleep, it's not like your life soley revolved around your friends, so why are you up at 1:30AM making yourself annoyed thinking about it? You laid in your bed staring aimlessly at the time on your phone watching as a minute passes by, "Screw this." You mumbled to yourself as you got up, lazily put on a hoodie you found in the dark corner of your room that scared the shit out of you.
You left your house with with a few yen and headed to the nearest convenience store. Upon entering, the cashier who looked like he was running on coffee alone eyed you before looking back to his phone. Browsing the aisles, you passed to freezer that had ice cream in it, "Not in an ice cream mood." You voiced to no one in particular and moved on. You were going to get a soda but they seemed to have ran out of your favorite flavor and you weren't really interested in the other options, so you had to settle for a candy bar.
Walking through the candy section you saw the assortment of different sweet, your eyes landed on a chocolate bar that you haven't had the pleasure of trying, curious, you go to touch the bar until someone else's hand made contact with it. You were annoyed, there is no way you were going to throw it down in a convenience store, you had no qualms with it, but it's the middle of the night for crying out loud.
"I'm getting the feeling that both if us don't intend to let go, huh?" The voice says, his tone seeming laid back.
You look up to see, Tendou Satōri, he was one of your classmates in Freshman year, you haven't seen him since then. You do recall him being a bit popular due to being of the volleyball team that our school cherishes, but his friend Ushikawa seemed to get more credit.
"A pleasant observation, now shove off." You snapped, you didn't mean for it to come off as rude as it did, but this summer was really sucked for you and what's better than letting it out on a random person. "Please, you're not threatening anyone with those Sanrio pajamas." He snickered as he eyed your Sanrio pajama pants, "First you take my chocolate, then you have the audacity to insult my beautiful sleepwear." Your words made you take a glance at the boys' own clothes.
He wore a black hoodie with a normal gray sweatpants. The boy raised a brow as a smirk graced his face, "Ah, are you checking me out?" He asked smugly, you scoffed. "Wow, how did I not realized that you were this insufferable when we were in freshman year?" You say sarcastically.
"Um hey, if you guys don't plan on getting anything, can you just leave?" The cashier who was now standing in front of you both, you let you a low grumble and let your hand leave the chocolate bar. You didn't really didn't feel like letting your pride inconvenience this poor dude who probably hated his job, so you left the store and began to walk back home.
While walking, you hear Tendou's voice call out to you. You stop to let the boy catch up with you, "God! For someone so tiny, you walk so fast." The redhead says as he gasps for air, you didn't know whether if you wanted you laugh at him being out of breath or walk away for him commenting on your height.
"Is it normal for you to chase people you barely know?" You questioned as he began to walk with you.
"No, but I'd like to get to know you." He offered, in that moment, you couldn't help you notice Tendou avoiding your gaze, a soft red hue coating his face.
"Y'know what? I'd like to get to know you too." You agree, you twiddled with the hem of your hoodie. You suddenly stopped walking when the street began to split.
"Going the other way?" He inquired, you nodded looked off sheepishly. You were about to walk off until you hear the boy say.
"Hey, catch this!"
Though you had no idea what you were catching you held out your hand and watched as a red piece of plastic land in your hands. As you held up plastic for the streetlight to illuminate it, you realized that it was the chocolate bar that you were both fighting for in the store. When raised your head, Tendou had already left. You looked down at the candy again to see a sticky note attached to it.
Sorry for insulting your Sanrio pj's. Call me 81+ XXXXXXX ;] -Tendou
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animated-moon · 2 years
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“happy birthday, my universe.” — s. tendou
contains : general fluff, accidental confessions, kissing, hand holding <3 + happy birthday to our favourite boy :(
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“hey, where did satori go?” the question made you look up from your conversation with semi. tendou was gone? but this was his birthday party, and in fact, the special day would be over in a matter of minutes.
“maybe he’s gone off to get some fresh air?” ushijima, out of everybody, suggested. you glanced in his direction, and he looked at you with an unreadable expression.
“i’ll go look for him. he’s the star of the show, after all,” you said, and you swore that ushijima had smiled a little. you stepped out from the well lit room and let yourself wander around, eventually ending up in the backyard. however, it became obvious that he wasn’t there.
“ooh, what are you doing here, pretty?” a familiar voice called out, and you almost jumped as you met eyes with tendou, sitting on the roof outside of his window with his signature grin upon his face. pretty. you sighed in relief, both at the fact that you’ve found him and that it was probably too dark for him to notice your flustered state.
“looking for you,” you said simply. “what are you doing out here?” he pat the space beside him, completely avoiding the question.
“come sit. please?” you eyed the man suspiciously, though tendo was one to beat around the bush. you gave in, however, seeing as it was the man’s birthday. you walked back into the house, ascending a flight of stairs and pushing open the door to his bedroom. it was messy as just you remembered it to be, with volumes of manga piling upon his table and papers tucked into bookshelves haphazardly. tendou was looking at you, a soft smile on his face as he watched you crawl out of the window and take a seat beside him. you swore you could almost see the reflection of the stars in his eyes, but it might’ve just been him. his eyes would always twinkle so prettily as he smiled. he seemed to hesitate before reaching a hand out in your direction.
“can i hold your hand?” he asked. and you nodded, placing your hand atop his and intertwining your fingers. no matter how many times you held his hand, the feeling was always so exciting, so pleasant. the expression on tendou’s face was unreadable as he slowly looked up at you.
“it feels like the universe is in my hands, y’know?” you murmured, and he seemed to catch that as his face turned just a little redder under the pale moonlight.
“you beat me to the teasing this time,” he said, and you could hear the fondness in his voice. “thanks for coming here with me.”
“of course,” you sighed, looking up at the night sky. miyagi was a gorgeous place, especially in the dark. “the moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” you heard a crash beside you as tendou scrambled, sitting up straight.
“you! you mean that!” he gasped, face full on red now.
“mean… what?”
“the! the moon! it’s beautiful!” he was nervous, and you could feel it from how tight he’d been gripping your hands. it took a second for the gears in your head to lock into place, and your eyes widened. you felt heat rush to your face as you turned to him quickly, shaking your head.
“wait! no! i didn’t mean!”
“you didn’t?”
“no! i… i did! but,” you stammered, way too embarrassed to continue at this point. tendou was gazing at you expectantly, and you don’t think he realize that he was putting the extra pressure on you to phrase your words right.
“okay okay, you’re losing me! yes or no?” he asked, and you almost laughed out of nervousness.
“yes! yes.” you managed to get out, and it was your turn to look at him as he processed the information.
“so you like me.” he repeated, voice shaking slightly as his lip curved into a grin.
“yes. i do.” at your confirmation, he jumped to his feet, pulling you up with him because of your still interlocked hands.
“you like me! you LIKE me!” he laughed, and it might’ve been the happiest you’ve ever seen the redhead. you echoed after him, watching him tremble with joy as he stared as you, the same glittering look in his eyes as always. “i… i was going to counter it with something more exciting, but then i realized that i might’ve been confused or wrong, but you like me!” you wanted to correct him, saying that you didn’t in fact like him — you love him, but you weren’t sure if he could handle any more than this.
in the midst of your celebration, you heard goshiki’s voice calling for you, and it seemed that your now-lover did too.
“we… we should get back,” you weren’t able to suppress the smile on your face — how could you? — and he was the same.
“thank you. thank you for all this.” he said, slightly softer so there wasn’t a chance goshiki could hear it (although you were sure everyone had an idea of what was going on). “and for accidentally spilling your guts to me.” you giggled at that.
“of course.” you replied, leaning in to press a soft kiss on his cheek. “happy birthday, my universe.”
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revasserium · 1 year
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reqs are open :)
152. horrific distortion
tendou; 1,840 words; i. am so. so sorry. please please PLEASE read the content warnings. and pls do not read if any of them bug you in the slightest. please.
cw: mentions of death, murder, suicide; general mental illness; mcd; dark af!!!!
“when this monster entered my brain, i will never know, but, it is here to stay.” - dennis rader, btk
[[wednesday, 21:42]] WOMAN FOUND DEAD IN SENDAI PARK sendai, miyagi — police pulled the partially decomposed body of an unidentified young woman, early twenties, from the kotodai park late last night. investigators are actively seeking any information on —
tendou lets his head fall back onto the smooth, cool leather sofa back, the ceiling fan spinning slow circles against the distant neon city lights. he closes his eyes and remembers — the heat of her skin, the smell of her hair, the rush of adrenaline as she gasped beneath him. he could count every single lash over those gorgeous, gorgeous eyes — he shivers as he relives the memories of watching the life drain from them, second by second, breath by breath, until — ah —
ecstacy.
he lets out a long breath, opening his eyes only to realize how tightly he’d been clenching his fists, scoffing as he bends over his palms to examine the tiny, crescent-moon indents. at least there’d been no blood this time. call him what you will — sadistic, monster, murderer, but not “messy”. no, never that.
his phone buzzes alive and he picks it up, cocking his eyebrows at the incoming caller id. he grins as he presses the phone up to his ear to answer.
“ahhh wakatoshi-kun! mhm, mhm — sure! sure! i’ll see you there in fifteen!” he grins as he clicks shut his phone and gets to his feet, humming an off-tune jingle as he gathers his things. he checks everything once before he leaves: phone, keys, wallet — check; gloves, fish-wire, hand sanitizer — check; duct tape — check; police scanner — check; cigarette lighter — check.
he flicks off the lights. it’s going to be a good, good night.
he sees you after his usual midnight coffee, after ushijima reminds him for the hundredth time that no, i’m not looking into those dead girls, i’m in the white collar crime division and no, i don’t think it’s anyone we know but that if it were, it certainly wouldn’t be tendou. after all, why would a murderer be best friends with a cop? stupid, right? absolutely ridiculous.
you smile at him as he walks out of the 24-hour diner, your hair slightly damp from an earlier bout of summer rain, your clear plastic umbrella dripping by your side. he catches a whiff of your expensive perfume and he knows you’re the one.
[[wednesday 22:12]] WOMAN FOUND DEAD IN SENDAI PARK sendai, miyagi — earlier this evening, the police confirmed that the body of the unidentified young woman found at kotodai park last night has been ruled a victim of homicide. early investigations cannot currently determine the cause of death but —
you sigh, swiping through the evening news, wondering vaguely what you should have for dinner, or if it is, in fact, way too late to be ordering food. the headlines flash across your screen, another dead girl, third in three months. that’s gotta be serial right? does sendai have a serial killers? has that ever even happened before?
shaking your head, you decide that this, of all things, is definitely not in your wheelhouse. you check your watch and curse as you realize that you’ve just missed the second to last train. it’d be another 33 minutes exactly before another train comes. you slow your steps as you near the station, rounding a corner onto a smaller street, the pavement bright but eerily quiet, casting your eyes up towards the moonless night. well, you think, if a serial killer were to be on the loose. tonight would be the perfect night, wouldn’t it?
you allow yourself a tiny laugh, thinking back on the past three months of your life, the monotony of daily life, the seemingly endless list of menial and yet impossible to finish tasks at work, the dwindling number of your friends, the less and less frequent calls from your family. you wonder if anyone would miss you.
and you think, ah… it wouldn’t be the worst thing.
“sah… are you lost, miss?”
you whirl around to find him there, grinning down at you, his eyes dark pinpoints, devoid of light. he’s tall, you think, and strong, you realize, just as he reaches out to wrap his arm around your neck and squeeze. you almost go without a fight.
“p-please…” you try to struggle, but his grip is unrelenting, even as he drags you with him, humming off-key, his free hand twisting through the air as if conducting some invisible orchestra, “please — w-whatever you want — take it —”
“oh? oh really?” he turns, expression bright and almost child-like, but there’s nothing innocent about the glint of his teeth, the way his smile doesn’t really reach his eyes. a strange thrill eats through you as he leans in, nearly pressing his forehead to yours, crowding into your space even as he has you in a chokehold, “and what, exactly, do you imagine i would want from you, hmmmm?”
he drags out the question, his voice like a mis-played note on a broken guitar, full of twist and twang and a certain deadly triumph. as if even his body is surprised he were able to make such a sound.
you grapple with the question, shoving weakly at his arm, and even though he still allows you sporadic gasps of air, you can feel your vision blurring.
“i — i don’t know…” you say, your fingers and toes already going numb, a pounding growing louder and louder behind your ears, “i — h-have no-nothing — just…”
“just?”
he cocks his head, like a bird, watching an insect struggle, pinned beneath it’s talons.
“my life —” you finally manage to choke out. black dots gather at the edges of your vision, the world feels all at once full of water and too light with air. you can’t tell if you’re drowning or floating, but there are pinprick stars up in the velvet-clad night. how beautiful, you think, how beautiful they’ve always been. how painful to be there, burning for a universe that has never spared a thought for you, to keep on shedding parts of yourself and tossing them into an endless night, never knowing if someone, anyone will ever get the chance to see.
“ha….?
[[thursday 00:09]] WOMAN FOUND DEAD IN SENDAI PARK sendai, miyagi — new images showing three round burn-marks leaked to the media by an unknown source confirms that this fourth body is linked to the recent string of murders allegedly committed by the same —
you’re nearly delirious now, tendou’s sure of it, but still, he finds himself enthralled by the sight of you, by the bits of red and pink spreading over your cheeks, like blots of ink seeping into your parchment skin, by the feel of your fingers digging, digging, into his forearms, even through his light jacket, by how in what you might think are the last moments of your life, your eyes are so far away.
most people at least do him the favor of looking at him before they die.
unbidden, his grip starts to loosen, and he reaches out his other hand to steady you.
you suck in a heavy breath, but you make no move to run away. instead, you just cough, reaching up as if to massage your rapidly bruising throat but dropping your hand at the last second.
“m-my life,” you say again, “y-you as-asked me what i have that you — you might want.”
“ah… haha!” he breaks out into a bark of wild laughter, letting his arms drop completely from around you as he clutches at his own stomach, doubling over before he looks up, “you’re right! you’re right — you’re absolutely right! bingo! jeopardy! ding-ding! we’ve got a winner!”
you’re still panting, watching him wipe his eyes of his mirth-induced tears. and still, you make no move to run.
“so… it’s true then. there’s a serial killer in sendai… and it’s you.”
tendou lets out a breath, shrugging his shoulders as he straightens again, shaking a single finger at you as if a teacher, admonishing a grade-school student.
“mah, mah, mah… for such a sharp girl, you really aren’t making the smartest decisions tonight.”
“what, like not running? or fighting harder?” you’re still a bit breathless, but he can see the mistiness fading from behind your eyes, and he feels pinned by the darkness. “i’ve read the articles, i’ve seen the news. i know that once you grab a girl, there’s no way you’d let them go. you’re too good for that.”
“hmmmm flattery will get you everywhere, darling, but you’re right there as well.” he reaches down to trace a long finger over your jawline, down the side of your neck, pausing at the ragged red marks he’d left with his arm only moments ago. slowly, methodically, he pulls out the tape, the gloves, the sanitizer. the wire, the scanner, the cigarette lighter.
“so? any last words? i’ll even strike you a deal — if you make them good, i’ll make sure you die the quickest, how’s that? less suffering, and all that.”
he flaps his hands, as if offering you some kind of three-for-one deal at the local grocery mart.
you sigh, you nod, you lick your lips.
“will you miss me?”
tendou feels the shivers as they kiss up his spine, feels the flutter in his stomach like a million butterflies stretching their wings. he lets out a soft breath and savors the moment.
mmm… ecstacy, indeed.
and he almost hesitates, because he knows it’ll never get better than this. he knows that somehow, this will be his best one yet — you, the brightest star in his entire sky, shedding and shedding your light.
“i will,” he says, as he wipes down his hands and slides on his gloves, “i promise,” he says, as he reaches forward to press the tape to your mouth, “i know,” he says, as he pulls you close, looping the fishing wire around your neck once, twice, three times. “i’m here,” he says, and when he tugs this time, you go limp in his arms.
he takes out the cigarette lighter and a cigarette.
“i miss them all,” he says.
“every. single. one.” as he lights the cigarette and watches the tip burn red.
“but… trust me when i say, darling, i will miss you most of all.”
[[wednesday, 21:42]] WOMAN FOUND DEAD IN SENDAI PARK sendai, miyagi — police pulled the partially decomposed body of an unidentified young woman, early twenties, from the kotodai park late last night. investigators are actively seeking any information on —
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ceo-of-daichi · 2 years
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❥Pairing | Ushijima Wakatoshi x Fem!Reader x Satori Tendō
❥WC | 400+
❥A/N | So… my first attempt at a threesome drabble👀 Wanted to do a different pairing before I dove into the Daichi x Reader x Meian fic I have planned! Hope you guys enjoy this! It was different to write :) (Also thank you to @prestopronta and @valravna for giving this a once over before I posted)
❥ TW // THREESOME, spitroast, vaginal penetration, possessive ushijima, tendou being a tease, pet name ‘princess’, i guess you could say it starts off as mild cucking?? Idk…
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Ushijima is unsure how he got himself into this situation, how agreed to let Tendou share his girl. That’s who you were, his girl.
Yet he somehow was strangely turned on, dick twitching in his sweatpants at the site of his best friend balls deep inside of you. Maybe it was the fact you were clearly enjoying yourself, your mouth lulled open in pleasure.
Moans freely being pulled from your throat with every deep stroke of Tendou’s cock against your gummy walls.
He was sure before that he was just going to watch, not get involved. Let Tendou have his fun.
But now… here he was. Listening to you sing his praises and it made him want to remind you who you belonged to.
Tendou figured out what was happening before Ushijima managed to say anything.
“Toshhii… god her pussy really is good…” The redhead smirks as he slows his hips, the absurd sound of wet skin on skin quietening.
He could see his friend about to snap, knowing he wouldn’t be able to resist his girl being fucked by someone else.
“Why don’t you come join the party?” He smirks as he leans down to kiss you; slow, sloppy, languid, stilling his hips and pushing them flush against yours.
Ushijima furrowed his brow. Fuck, he couldn’t help himself.
“He fucking you good princess? Want him to keep fucking you?” Ushijima growls at you as he strides over to stand above where your head was laid on the mattress.
You can barely meet his intense gaze as he awaits your answer, all you can offer him is a weak nod of your head.
“Use your words…” He snarled back, pulling his trousers and boxes down, close enough so his dick slapped against your cheek.
“YES please… feels so good… fucks me so good” You practically beg him as you move to try and take his cock in your mouth. To which he moves himself just far enough away that it's a struggle for you to reach, causing you to pout. Your mouth watering at the feel of him against your cheek.
“Tendou…” He looks up to his friend, giving him a nod to continue. Only this time as Tendou starts to thrust again, the sinful noises continuing to echo around the bare walls, Ushijima slips his cock into your open and awaiting mouth.
A deep guttural groan passes his lips as he feels you gag and moan around his cock, something primal kicks in deep within him and he can barely stop himself from thrusting into your throat.
Tendou is only smirking at him as they fuck his girl.
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schelamski · 4 months
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Things Haikyuu Boys would do in a relationship (pt. 1)
-Sakusa, Kita, Asahi, Hinata, Tendo
Part 2: Nishinoya, Iwaizumi, Suna, Kuroo, Yaku
Part 3: Kenma, Kageyama, Terushima, Akaashi, Atsumu
Part 4: Ushijima, Tsukishima, Oikawa, Bokuto, Osamu
⋆。 ゚☁︎。 ⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。 ⋆
Sakusa Kiyoomi: When your legs touch but you don’t move away.
Kiyoomi wasn’t the biggest fan of crowds so when his old highschool team decided to meet for a reunion dinner it took you quite the effort to convince him to come. Now you two found yourselves sitting on a big table with lots of other people. For Sakusa everyone seemed to talk at the same time, all this noise and the way people were eating at the same time was almost too much to him. For this reason he didn’t pull back when your leg touched his after you had to scoot even closer together. You were his comfort, the contact of your legs calming him down and he appreciated you being there with him.
Kita Shinsuke: Nicknames
Sometimes you wondered if your boyfriend Shin even knew your real name. Everytime he approached you he called you by a nickname, your favorites being darling and love. Coming from his mouth you could hear all the adoration he had for you expressed in a short name, it was one of his ways of expressing his feelings for you. On the rare occasion that he called you by your real name you reacted slightly later than usual, not being used to the sound of your own name coming from him.
Asahi Azumane: Holding hands when walking through a crowd so you don´t lose each other
Whenever you and your boyfriend had to walk through a big crowd, Azumane’s hand always found yours to guide you through the jungle of people. It all started when he lost you one time while walking through the train station and when he noticed your absence, he was about to walk to the train station office and demand an announcement regarding your absence. Luckily you were able to point out his tall stature in time and wriggled your way to him. Since then he wouldn’t have it any other way while walking through a crowd.
Hinata Shoyo: Boping each other’s noses
Often times Hinata wasn’t aware how close he was to you. In all his excitement he sometimes came close inches to your face and that’s when you softly boped your nose against his. Sometimes he only smiled apologetically but if you were lucky, he kissed your face in between his rambles.
Tendo Satori: Tucking your hair behind your ears
Tendo Satori was well known for his intense starring. He liked to look at as much as his eyes could capture, so when some strands of your hair were in his view of your face, he tucked them back behind your ear so he could capture your face completely. This was something he was doing unconsciously, so when you asked him about it one time he only replied with “I want you to be able to look at your good-looking boyfriend completely”.
⋆。 ゚☁︎。 ⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。 ⋆
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uravitypng · 5 months
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i've said it before and i'll say it again, tendou loves chubby girls, textbook definition of a chubby chaser right there. he's OBSESSED.
he loves how your body jiggles when you move, you've caught him more than once staring at you while you're walking away, watching as your pillowy thighs move and thinking about how he'd happy die buried between them. he can't concentrate on what other people say to him because he'll be looking at you in the corner of his eye. when you bend down to pick something up he swears he's dreaming because there's never been a prettier sight, how your tummy rolls squish together when you bend down and he can see your cellulite and stretch marks, oh how he wishes he could trace them and worship your body like you deserve.
he drools on nights out when he sees you wear clothes that are really tight, that hugs your curves and how your chubby cheeks rise up as you smile and dance along to the music. he loves to watch how your supple skin bulges with what you wear and how soft your big upper arms look, he wishes he could bite them and make you squeal.
at night he jerks off to the thought of you, imagining your soft round frame against him. he imagines grabbing hold of your love handles tightly, in a bruising grip, while you ride him and end up overstimulating you both. imagines painting your plush body with his cum. imagines holding your chunky fingers in his slender ones while you scream out his name as he makes you cum on his tongue. imagines fucking you like you deserve. imagines cherishing and loving you like you deserve.
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doingitforbokuto · 1 year
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Tendou who just loves to eat you out. Tendou who loves to tongue fuck you. Tendou who loves to see how many times he can make you cum with just his tongue and his fingers. Tendou who gets off on seeing your reactions. Who sneaks a hand down to his cock when you start to whine and babble mindlessly. Who keeps moving his tongue even through his own orgasm, moaning into your cunt as he does.
As much as he loves seeing you be so fucked out that you cannot even form complete sentences, he also loves to hear you praise him. And he loves praising you back. Loves telling you how good you look. How good you feel. How good you taste. Has an absolute foul mouth. Rambling on and on about how he could fuck you for days and never get tired. Never get tired of your cute little whines, the way your cunt wraps around his cock. If you let him, he would love to audio record your sweet sounds, mixed with the lewd noise of him lapping at your folds. To him, that is better than any porn or sex tape.
Being in bed with Tendou means you can expect a lewd mixture of praise and sweet, innocent bullying. He likes being just a little bit mean. Casually mentioning how much of a slut your being immediately followed by him telling you how much he adores you like that. Pinching your little bud for second right before placing a gentle kiss on it. Pinching your nipples so hard it hurts just the right amount, leaving all of your most sensitive spots red and puffy, a testament to the gentle abuse he put them through. Tendou loves to experiment in bed, loves to push your buttons and have his own buttons pushed back. Sex with Tendou is rough, sweet, intense and never, ever boring.
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tojiphile · 7 months
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you want to say you hate him. your academic rival, your only competition for that number 1 spot in school. you’re at each other’s throats everyday, much to the amusement of your teachers and classmates. in reality? yes, it’s a competition, but you’re not fighting for valedictorian. you’re fighting to win that stupid bet you made: whoever tops the school gets to fuck the other.
so when you waltz up on stage to reap the fruits of your labour, you can’t help but meet the his steely gaze. you shoot him a cheeky wave and laugh internally when his jaw tightens.
“f— fuck you!” he spits, pushing his spectacles up. he really tries his best to be silent, but a desperate whine escapes his lips and his knees buckle as you stuff his tight hole with your 7” neon pink strap on, fucking him into his bedroom wall.
“that’s what i’m tryin’ to do baby doll,” you coo, pushing your hair away from your face, “if you just, shut— up!”
you give his perky ass a hard smack and he can’t help but jump at the impact, grinding his hips into yours. not just a smartass, you note, covering your own mouth to stifle a giggle.
you love seeing him like this. his ears burn a furious shade of red, his usually perfectly-styled hair messed up and sweaty. and god, he makes the most pornographic sounds, whimpering and moaning like a bitch in heat. he presses his palms against the wall, trying his best to hold himself up as you thrust into him, motivated by his babbling.
“‘s too much, i can’t— oh!” he gasps as you wrap your hand around his aching cock, running your thumb across his sensitive slit, leaking with precum. “fuuuuuck!”
it hits him all at once.
“i’m c—close, please— god, don’t stop, don’t stop!” he chokes, hot tears running down his face. any pretence of pride he had was thrown out the window as his hands balled into fists and he fucks himself on your strap, sinking down fully, whining and desperate.
“that’s it baby doll,” you murmur, “take it all.”
“ahhh— ‘m cumming, cumming, cum—” you feel his body convulse against yours, shockwaves sporadic and intense as you fuck him through his orgasm, strap mercilessly slamming into his g-spot. you jerk him off even as you feel him cum over your fist, a sticky warmth covering your palm.
you pull out of him with a squelch as you catch him before he collapses to the floor. his eyes are half-lidded, his glasses are crooked and he’s heaving as he tries to catch his breath. and he’s definitely still feeling the orgasmic high. you can’t help but feel a but smug, not only because of the mess you’ve made him into, but also because of how well he took your strap.
you lay him down on his bed, take off his glasses (you’re surprised he doesn’t stop you), clean them with the hem of your shirt, then place them on his bedside table, neatly folded.
you lay down next to him, opening your arms to offer a hug. he accepts, rolling over and getting on top of you, pressing his face into your chest.
“you’re mean…” he mutters, muffled by your boobs, “next time, i’m gonna be the one that fucks you.”
you smile. “game on.”
GOJO SATORU, okkutsu yuta, TSUKISHIMA KEI, oikawa tooru, miya atsumu, tendou satori, sanji, CHILDE, captain kuro, sawamura daichi, shirabu kenjiro, wanderer, thoma, geto suguru, miya osamu
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satorisoup · 3 months
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#HAIKYUU AS RANDOM TEXTS (MULTIPLE CHARACTER)
#A/N : i have writers block so here take this.
#WARNINGS : cursing.
all photos found on pinterest! (characters are gray)
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IWAIZUMI. semi.
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KENMA. kunimi.
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KUROO. suna.
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BOKUTO. lev.
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ATSUMU. tanaka. tendou.
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