your mother has always told you to be wary of the woods. girls get lost in there, only to wind up dead, their bodies and faces twisted in pleasure and agony. you’ve followed that rule diligently your entire life—only to find that belief shaken when a beautiful demon appears on your doorstep in need of your help.
pairing: demon!tetsurou kuroo x fem!reader, 8.4k, nsfw/dc so minors begone
warnings: monsterfucking, biting, slight blood play, tailfucking, multiple orgasms, pussy slaps, male masturbation, breeding kink, creampie, baby degradation (no namecalling), reader is a virgin but it’s not central to the plot
notes: a sister piece to the osamu fic deliverance. part of asellus’ 2022 follower’s event. requested, betaed, and nearly brought to life thanks to @anime-nymph <3 <3 i actually really love this fic so i hope you do too
The woods are a dangerous place.
It’s what you’ve heard your entire life, what you’ve grown up dreading every time night falls. Demons lurk in those woods, luring innocent women into their clutches to bewitch them and feast on their bodies and souls. It’s not safe for people like you, who lives on the edge of the forest, the most susceptible to fall for the demon’s wicked tricks. You don’t remember when your mother started boarding the windows, but it continued for decades: every night, she would tell you the horrors of the forest, of the girls lost to sin incarnate, of their bloody and deceased bodies found as soon as the sun peaked above the horizon.
“Don’t you look them in the eyes,” your mother would practically chant as she fixed the thick plank over the windows so no one could come in or out until sunrise. “You will be gone the moment you do.”
You had seen the evidence for yourself so you knew it to be true. Aki, Haruka, Rumi. Girls you knew from around town, girls you had seen at church, girls you considered acquaintances. It didn’t matter who it was—their bodies would appear on the edge of the forest, limbs twisted in pain while their faces were twisted in pleasure. The demon hunters tried their best, but the bodies remained and you knew it was only a matter of time before you were taken next. Your house was on the edge of the forest after all, a cozy little cottage that you lived in with your single mother after your father left early in her pregnancy.
She passed away just after you came of age, leaving you to take up a job as a seamstress to keep afloat. Every night you walked home after dark, hurrying into your cottage so you could keep the same routine: shutting the door, boarding the windows, and saying a prayer to keep you safe until dawn. It was the same for years, a routine you never once deviated from so that you could uphold your last promise to your mother. To live.
