Honorable Mentions: [TW: paranoia, denial of consent, mention of blood and murder]

Bokuto as a great horned owl, sitting outside on the branch of a large tree that faces your window. He always appears at night, around 3AM in the morning and stares at you. It’s all he does, for hours, his eyes wide and yellow, his pupils unnaturally small. He infiltrates your mind and starts appearing in your dreams, until you feel his presence even in broad daylight. 

Kuroo as an incubus. He masks himself as your black housecat, but whenever you fall asleep his true demonic self penetrates you, forces you to feel pleasure even though you know deep inside that something is going wrong. You never thought about the possibility that your cat could be the culprit.

Kenma as the head servant of a haunted mansion. He acts dismissive towards you, ignoring your comments about all the strange things going on in that huge building. It seems like he never gets lost in the endlessly winding halls. Right when you are about to escape you notice that all windows and doors leading outside are locked and he appears behind you, asking: “Oh, are you leaving already?”, a sly smile creeping up on his face. 

[TW: denial of consent, blood] It had been easy for him to lure you in. Whether it had been a whim of fate or pure coincidence, you couldn’t tell. It had taken just one doomful glance, two chocolate brown orbs focusing on you from across the room. He was wearing a cloak as dark and mysterious as the night itself, and yet you could tell that his figure was athletic and strong. His mouth, slightly open, granted you to peer at two fangs sticking out on either side. An enigmatic smile was tugging on the corners of his lips. His face was covered by a mask, allowing only his eyes to be seen. And yet that had already been enough to entice you. You stared at his beautiful locks, forming an almost too perfect frame for his face as he slowly made his way to you. With every step that closed the distance between you two, you could feel your will getting weaker and weaker. He wanted to devour you. And you knew it. This man, this creature of the night had penetrated your mind and soul with one glance. One look, full of lust and dominance, arrogance and the blissful glint of what he was going to do with you. To you. You were struggling for breath as he gently cupped your face with his hands.

“You will be mine forever, won’t you, ____-chan?”