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sugawara-sweetheart · 3 years

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𝔞𝔭𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔦𝔱𝔢 (𝔪)

❥sugawara kōshi x ta fem!reader

❥summary: sugawara can’t stop thinking about the pretty ta and what a wonderful mother she’d be

❥warnings: dubcon/noncon, forced breeding, brief lactation kink, yandere/obsessive behaviour, delusion

❥word count: 2.4k

❦note: miss nads (@obscureamor) <3333 gave me this idea like she literally said bitch fuck takeda x student (i came for her man) write this instead so here it is!!! nads if you see this (which you shouldn't bc I told you not to read my work) ily <3

whether it was sheer luck or destiny that you were the new teaching assistant for sugawara’s class of thirty-something little five year olds, he didn’t know but either way sugawara woke every morning with a bright smile, your face burning in the back of his eyelids, and a thankful prayer on his tongue that god had placed you in his life.

you were absolutely radiant. beautiful, feminine, elegant yet so tender, you were a bundle of warmth and goodness that made his day so much brighter. every day at work was pure joy when you were around it was no surprise he’d fallen in love with you so quickly, how could he not? so delicate and so sweet, his students weren’t the only one completely captivated by you.

he’d watch every morning when the students came into the classroom, beaming toothy grins on their chubby, flushed faces as they ran to you, hugging your legs as they clamoured to tell you about their weekends, how they got a new pet and went to the park and got new toys. any sane adult would go insane surrounded by a gaggle of loud, squealing children but not you. so patient and lovely, you crouch down to be eye level with the children, smiling as you laugh at their stories. and so angelic, sugawara is sure you’ve fallen straight from heaven with how beautiful your laugh is when it rings through the classroom and he can’t resist fluttering his eyes shut, searing it into memory like he does with everything of you. your sweet scent of jasmine perfume and lotion that lingers in his nose every time you step close to him is the same scent he’s filled his home with- jasmine candles and diffusers and plants along the window sills and patio- so that he can imagine he’s surrounded by you, that you’re with him when he’s cooking and bathing and eating, when he’s humping his pillow and groaning into his hand, wishing it was your plush body he was rutting into, that it’s your lips swallowing his moans instead of his clammy palms.

there’s no doubt about it. sugawara knows his future lies with you, it’s all he thinks about. he sees how you speak so gently to the shy kid who tucks themselves away in the corner of the classroom, how your eyes soften and you smile so encouragingly. he sees how much the children adore you, and he knows you adore them too, that you’re always ready to read to them and compliment their brightly-coloured, blobby drawings of stickmen and you sound so genuine, so happy. and you’re so beautiful too- you look so pretty in your clothes that accentuate all your curves and compliment your skin tone, that you always smell so fresh and clean with your hair perfectly styled, your lips that alluring crimson shade of red that always has sugawara’s eyes dipping down to gaze at them. he wants to know how they taste, how you taste, how you feel, how you’d moan his name, how beautiful you’d look swollen with his child.

it’s fate, sugawara decides. it’s fate that you became his TA and you’re just his perfect, wonderful woman. he knows that he doesn’t have to seek for a soulmate anymore because he’s already found you.

a smile grows on his face as he watches you clean up the scraps of paper the children have left littered all over the table and floor. it’s past four, the school quiet with the sky outside darkening into indigo, the tangerine sun setting in the distance. you’re so helpful and all throughout the arts and crafts session you helped the students so well. you’d make such a perfect mother, sugawara knows you would. he can see it, he can see how well you’d raise his child, how he could come home from work to have you, the love of his life, greet him at the door with his child, how you’d kiss him and show him the beautiful drawing your child did. a little stickman drawing of mummy and daddy and baby and the family pet cat all outside a little cartoonish house with the yellow sun in the corner, complete with a smiley face.

“you do so much for me, y/n.” sugawara smiles as he gets to his feet from his desk, strolling over towards you. you laugh as he approaches, glancing back from where you’re stood leaning over the table and trying to wipe glitter off the wood.

“i’m just doing my job, sugawara sensei.” your pure, radiant smile and crinkled eyes sends blood rushing to his cock, and from the way you’re half bent your skirt hugs your ass so well he knows he can’t hold back anymore. you tense slightly as he stands behind you, close enough that you’re almost pressed against him and your smile falters as he gently places his hands over your shoulders.

“you always do it so well. you’re always so good with the kids. i know you’ll make a brilliant mother.” his words sound sweet but you don’t quite smile at them, your body stilling even more and an anxious laugh falls from your lips as sugawara brushes your hair out of your way, sweeping it over one shoulder.

“thanks, sensei, i appreciate that but-” he doesn’t see the look of discomfort on your face, not when his cock throbs as he pushes it against your ass, eliciting a sharp gasp from you as your mouth drops open with startled surprise.

“please, call me kōshi.” he almost wanted to laugh- there’s no need for formalities here, not when he was ready to secure his love with you, just like he’d been waiting for months. “i think we’re ready to be on first name basis.”

you swallow, eyes clenching shut when his lips press against your jaw. your skin is soft and your scent is so sweet it just makes sugawara hungrier as his kisses grow heavier. he pushes you into the table, sucking and nibbling on your sensitive skin as you shudder in his hold, but you don’t resist his hands that roam your body till they reach your hips, grasping them tight. you’re just frozen, eyes wide and your bottom lip trembling.

“sugawa- k-kōshi, what are you doing- this isn’t profes-” you glance worriedly at the door and sugawara just chuckles as he turns you around, nudging you onto the desk as he gently holds your chin, stroking his thumb over your cheek.

“don’t worry, nobody will see. and even if they do,” his smile grows as he leans in closer, his lips ghosting yours as his eyes sparkle. “what does it matter when we’re in love?” he doesn’t see the confusion, the panic, etched on your face as his lips meet yours, his kiss passionate and ferverous as his fingers thread through your hair, holding you in place. he moans into your lips when your hands slide up his chest, pressing against him and like an aphrodisiac, it just makes him hungrier as he ruts his clothed erection against you.

“y/n,” he groans when you push him away, your face crumpling but sugawara just snatches your hand, pressing it against his painfully hard cock. “look what you do to me, i need you so bad.” all he’s been thinking about for months is this moment- this chance to fuck you and fill your warm cunt with his cum, pump you so full of his seed you’ll definitely be swollen with his child. he can already see it; your glowing skin and heavy breasts and how he’d massage your sore nipples for you, maybe even taste the droplets of white milk they leak. you’d taste so good and your stomach would be so round and swollen with his child.

“we can’t do this, please.” your voice is a meek little whimper, cutting through his fantasies but easily silenced as he kisses you hungrily, swallowing your protesting whines.

“yes we can,” he breaks apart for a moment, lips wet with your mixed salivas to wink at you cheekily. you don’t even smile. “it’s kind of exciting to do it where we could get caught.”

shock paints over your face as you squirm, your nails clinging to his wrists when he pushes you flat onto the desk but you’re no match for his strength as he readily unbuttons your shirt, rutting into your clothed cunt as he settles between your leg.

“su- kōshi- wait-” your skirt rides up, bunching up around your waist as your cheeks burn with embarrassment, sugawara’s body blocking you from pressing your legs shut and with his clothed erection rubbing against your folds you can’t deny the slick beginning to build.

“it’s okay, let’s just be quick.” sugawara laughs as his fingers tug down the cups of your bra. you gasp as your tits fall out, hands moving to cover yourself up but he’s quicker, his fingers twining with yours as he presses them to the desk and wraps his lips around the pebbling buds, lapping and sucking on them. one day they’ll be filled with milk, enough to sustain his child and it’ll taste so sweet, so wonderful coming from you.

“but i don’t think-” a soft sigh falls from your lips despite the look of anguish painted on your face but it just makes sugawara groan, his cock throbbing as his fingers find your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub through your dampening panties.

“shush, it’s okay, angel.” he grins. “i know your pussy’s going to feel so good around my cock. i know you will.” your hand tightens around his entwined fingers as the coil tightens in the pit of your stomach, your toes curling in your shoes as the pleasure builds but before you can come, sugawara pulls away, chuckling when your mouth falls open with surprise.

“you can cum on my cock, sweetie.” he coos, kissing you sweetly as his fingers hook under the waistband of your panties, tugging them down as you squirm.

“w-wait but- but you need a condom-” you’re cut off with a pained moan when he slaps his fingers against your pussy, your hips jerking before he tugs down his pants.

“aw, let me fuck you properly, my angel.” his hard cock slaps against his clothed stomach, painfully hard with the flushed head leaking beads of precum. you struggle slightly but the hand on his hip does nothing to prevent sugawara from sliding his cock along your folds before he plunges it into your hole, head falling back with a heavy moan.

it feels like heaven for him. your warm walls cling to his throbbing length, slick squelching as he fills up your cunt, stretching out your tight walls. your pussy tightens around him when you squirm, a string of soft moans falling from your lips and despite the tears building in your eyes, despite your bottom lip quivering and your body shaking as nothing but utter fear and pain is etched across your face, all sugawara can think about is how right this feels.

“oh, baby, you’re so beautiful.” he coos, rolling your nipples between his fingers as a small sob escapes you. “you’re taking my cock so well. your pussy’s so good,” his smile grows as he leans close to you. “just like you were made for me.” he pulls out of you, his length coated in a thick sheen of your wetness before he slams back in, eliciting loud moans from you both. your eyes clench shut as sugawara fucks you, each thrust a deep stroke with his cockhead nudging towards your cervix, letting you feel every inch of his veiny length.

“such a good girl.” he murmurs, grinding his pubic bone against your clit with every thrust and flicking his tongue against your nipples. “you’re taking my cock so well.” your moan is choked with a sob at his words, one of your hands clawing into the table and the other trapped in sugawara’s, your nails piercing crescents into the back of his hand.

“k-kōshi- hurts!” each thrust slams against your cervix, a dull ache rushing through you as you jerk but sugawara just shushes you gently, groaning as his fingers find your clit, swirling the bud slowly.

“sh, it’s okay- fuck-” his thrusts become sloppier and harder, wetness squelching lewdly, when he brushes against a sensitive spot that has your walls tightening around him. beads of sweat glisten off his flushed face as he fucks you faster. “i’ll make you cum, and then i’ll fill up this pretty cunt with my cum.”

your eyes shoot open, red and filled with tears and rounded with shock as you shake your head wildly.

“no! i’m- i’m not on the pill- you can’t-” your feeble protests are drowned out by sugawara’s deep groan, a manic gleam in his eyes as he pounds into you harder. his thrusts are hard, pain shooting through you and panic overriding the pleasure as you squirm desperately, trying to pull away from his cock but with his chest pressed against yours, you’re trapped.

“you’ll look so pretty swollen with my child. i’ll cum so deep in you i’ll fuck a baby in you.” he pants heavily against your face between the sloppy kisses he presses to your skin, looking dizzy with the pleasure rushing through him.

“s-stop, i’m begging you!” the tears streaming down your face and the weak kick of your legs should’ve evoked pity in sugawara but for some reason, it just makes the throbbing in his cock harder, the pressure building in the pit of his stomach as he groans, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“you’ll be all mine.”

his teeth bite into the soft skin of your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark when his cock twitches, thrusts staggering. you gasp, stilling as his cum floods your cunt, warm sticky ropes of it filling you up and your heart sinks as you realise there’s so much of it. but sugawara just pins you against the table, his softening cock keeping the cum plugged in your cunt as he traces kisses along your jaw, caressing your soft cheeks and not minding about the tears rolling down them.

“so beautiful, you’ll look so beautiful with my child.” he smiles tenderly. “we’re going to be such a happy family.”

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sugawara-sweetheart · 3 years

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❣︎tōru-nii + his friends❣︎

warnings: incest, voyeurism, implied gangbang, innocent!reader

you hate when tōru-nii’s friends are over. gone is all his attention on you and you’re left discarded on the side as he games with his friends, their loud shouts filling the room. it’s like you don’t even exist to tōru-nii anymore and it hurts because you want his attention! you’ve missed him so much whilst he’s been away training and now he’s back you want him to coo over you and kiss you and fix that throbbing need between your legs. you want him!

“tōru-nii,” you whine as you linger in the doorway. he doesn’t even look at you from the gaming monitor, making you whimper as his hum of response is drowned out by iwaizumi’s loud growl when he gets shot in the game. “tōru-nii!!”

“bro, your sister- tell her to go away.” matsukawa remarks with a roll of his eyes, making you pout as oikawa finally turns his head your way, a smirk tugging on his laps.

“what’s wrong, y/n-chan?” he coos and there it is, that bright, sweet, saccharine tone that makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter as you smile.

“nii-chan, i want you!” none of the boys are paying attention to you when oikawa beckons you over with his finger and you’re beaming as you skip over to him and settle yourself on his lap.

iwaizumi is the first one to notice, doing a double take as he stares at you both before hanamaki and matsukawa realise too. little frowns are etched on their faces but you don’t seem to realise as you nuzzle your face into his neck, a little whisper falling from your lips and hips rocking slowly.

“what’s that, sweetie?” he teases, smiling gleefully as his friends watch with sordid interest. “i don’t know what you want unless you tell me.”

“i want- i want you to pay attention to me! i want your cock, nii-chan.” there’s a sharp intake of breath from iwaizumi and hanamaki and matsukawa exchange looks of pure shock as they stare at you grinding shamelessly on oikawa’s dick, your arms locking around his shoulders as you plaster kisses over his jaw. neither you or your nii-chan pay his friends any notice as he smiles and nods, tilting your chin for your eyes to meet his.

“go on then, baby. take it.”

he sits back against the couch as you slide down to your knees in front of him and his friends, batting your lashes prettily with your mouth watering already as you unbuckle his belt.

“what the fuck?” iwaizumi mutters but he doesn’t look away as you take oikawa’s pretty dick out of the confines of his pants, giggling when he grows harder as you stroke him. you’re beaming as you give the sensitive, leaking head little kitten licks, moaning when you wrap your lips around him and sink your wet, drooling mouth on his cock with his closest friends watching you.

“such a needy girl for your nii-chan, aren’t you?” oikawa chuckles, cupping the back of your head to push your head down further on his cock. “you just always want attention, don’t you? attention and cock.” he pulls out of your wet mouth, making you whine at the loss, but you’re silenced as he slaps his dick against your cheek, smearing precum and saliva over your skin. “seeing as you’re so greedy for it, how do you want three more? you want to be a cumdump for nii-chan and his friends?”

with the clothed erections iwaizumi, matsukawa and hanamaki barely bother to hide and the game long forgotten, their eyes all fixated on you, you’re not exactly in a position to say no.

#tw.incest #tw.voyeurism #darkthirsts #darkconfectionery #yandere!oikawa #yandere oikawa #yandere oikawa x reader #yandere oikawa imagines #dark haikyuu #dark haikyuu imagines #dark haikyuu x reader #yandere haikyuu imagines #yandere haikyuu x reader #yandere haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #oikawa imagines #oikawa x reader #neems’ queueueuuee :3

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sugawara-sweetheart · 3 years

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𝔤𝔬𝔧𝔬’𝔰 𝔰/𝔬 𝔟𝔲𝔶𝔰 𝔥𝔦𝔪 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔯𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰

❣︎anon: I've only started jujutsu kaisen this week and I'm head over heels for gojo sensei :)) may I get hcs of him receiving souvenirs from his s/o? S/O is like "you never get me anything from your trips but I saw this and thought you'd like it, so I got it for you"

☽ normally gojo is the one travelling around japan for work as a jujutsu sorcerer and he often comes home with a wide range of souvenirs

☽ sometimes it’s fridge magnets, a special sweet treat specific to the region, a t-shirt but never anything for you, much to your dismay

☽ “i forgot!” he’ll always cry, mouth full of mochi as you pout at him. “but i'll give you a bite and next time i'll remember!”

☽ but for the first time it’s your turn to travel for work and when you return home, gojo is so excited as he engulfs you in a hug

☽ “you’re back! you’re back! my baby’s back!” he sings as he twirls you around before he notices the bag in your hand. “oh, what’s this?”

☽ “i bought you a gift because i’m such a good s/o, even when you forget about me!”

☽ gojo is ecstatic that you got him little ‘souvenirs.’ one of them is a keyring of the city you visited, a t-shirt with a skyline printed on it and the other is a nice box of treats from a bakery which makes him gasp

☽ you can practically see his icy blue eyes sparkling behind his sunglasses as he beams at his gifts

☽ “so cool! look at it! look at it!” he waves the keyring in your face as if you’ve never seen it before let alone bought it for him

☽ “and these sweets!” he stares at the box, practically salivating whilst you wait with your hands on your hips

☽ “isn’t it so nice when someone buys you gifts, satoru?”

☽ gojo grins at your words, placing the gifts aside to pull you into another hug, swaying you from side to side as he peppers your face in kisses

☽ “thank you for the gifts, y/n! you’re the best partner! thank you! i won’t ever forget to buy you gifts ever again!”

☽ he really is thrilled with his gifts and takes pictures to show off to his students before gorging himself on the snacks

☽ “they’re really delicious, y/n! would you like a bite?” he shoves the cake into your face before you can even reply

☽ and he’s always lounging around in the t-shirt and it’s the only one he doesn’t let you steal

☽ and he has a habit now of swinging keys on his finger, just so everyone can see the keyring

☽ gojo tries his best to remember to buy you things

☽ and when he does remember he loves to tease you about it. “oh dear i seemed to have forgotten to buy you anything.” he’ll sigh

☽ as you pout he’s suddenly brandishing the gift bag in your face. “only joking! aren’t i such a good boyfriend?!”

☽ but more often than not he’ll forget, coming home with a sheepish smile and some dishevelled flowers

☽ “they’re native to the city!”

☽“satoru, did you just pull these from the neighbour’s lawn? you need to stop doing that.”

☽ but you appreciate the thought

#gojo headcanons #gojo imagines #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo satoru #gojo hcs #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #gojo fluff #jjk imagines #jjk headcanons #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #neems’ queueueuuee :3

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sugawara-sweetheart · 3 years

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❥osamu miya x fem!reader

❥warnings: snuff, asphyxiation, cheating accusations, degradation, yandere-ish

❥word count: 0.5k

osamu is different tonight. he’s feverous and hungry as he pins you to the mattress, fucking you fast with harsh thrusts that has the headboard thudding against the wall. his cock is throbbing, your walls clinging to his length with heavy moans falling from your lips, permeated with little hisses of pain from how rough he fucks you, cocked bruising against your cervix with every thrust.

“o-osamu, slow- slow down-” osamu’s deep grunt cuts you off, his teeth gritted as sweat glistens off his forehead and he grips your leg, nails piercing crescents into the soft fat of your thigh as he throws it over his shoulder, letting him fuck deeper and faster. you groan as his cockhead pounds into you, pleasure but pain swims through you, head growing dizzy as your mouth falls open and drool spills from your lips.

“messy bitch.” his little growl sounds distant, like your head’s been plunged underwater and you can’t even speak except choking out a moan. wetness drools from your abused hole, leaking a puddle on the bedsheets below you, slick squelching under osamu’s little hisses, his grey eyes piercing into you. “dirty bitch.” he slides his fingers along your chin, collecting the drool and smearing it messily over your face with harsh slaps, fingers cracking against your skin. he can see the pain that floods through you, your body flinching into the mattress and tears beginning to swim in your eyes. “did you make a mess all over yourself like this when you let atsumu fuck your slutty little cunt?” you gasp, eyes wide and you shake your head wildly, protesting groans falling from you as you try to push osamu off but he’s too strong.

“s-stop!” it’s a pathetic cry, one he quickly rips away when he fucks you faster, pounding into your cunt and wrapping his hands around your neck.

“i know you’re a little slut. cock-hungry, greedy whore- you just want to be dicked down by anyone, don’t you? but did he fuck you this good?” he spits, saliva coating your flinching face as you struggle below him. you’re panicking, eyes wide as you scratch at his hands tightening around your throat. you know it’s wrong- he isn’t squeezing at the sides, he isn’t doing it right. it makes your legs kick wildly, your nails clawing at his firm grip as panic rushes through you. but osamu knows. this is what he intends. “you really think you can be a little slut and get away with it?” he scoffs, not bothering to hold back the moan that resonates when your walls clamp down hard on his throbbing cock, your lips slowly losing colour and your eyes reddening as you squirm below him. your nails pierce his skin, kicks slowly growing weaker as you try to prise him off. it’s hard to breathe. it hurts. black spots are blurring your vision as your head spins, panicked thoughts screaming for him to stop growing fainter. “you’re my cockslut. forever.”

osamu groans the moment your body falls limp, the pressure in his stomach building to a climax. his orgasm is heavy when it wracks through him, his twitching cock shooting sticky cum into your warm cunt, his grey eyes staring into your glassy orbs. you don’t move when he pulls out but he admires the purple hand marks around your throat and the globules of cum dribbling from your pussy. you’re his forever now.

#tw.snuff #tw.asphyxiation #darkconfectionery #darkthirsts #dark haikyuu #dark haikyuu imagines #dark haikyuu x reader #yandere!osamu #yandere osamu #yandere osamu x reader #yandere osamu imagines #tw.yandere #yandere haikyuu #yandere haikyuu x reader #yandere haikyuu imagines #neems’ queueueuuee :3 #haikyuu imagines #osamu imagines

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sugawara-sweetheart · 3 years

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concept: yaku babytrapping you (m)

❥yaku morisuke x fem!reader

❥warnings: yandere, controlling behaviour, financial abuse, mentions of murder/murderous thoughts, consensual sex, sexual assault (removal of condom), babytrapping, pregnancy, miscarriage mentions

❣︎anon: aight! can i officially request yan yaku poking holes in his condoms as a means to knock you up and stop you from ever leaving him? and maybe the aftermath of it(only if you want to though ^^) - yan anon

he didn’t understand why you wanted a job. sure, you’d spent years studying for a degree, paying tuition fees and working hard but you didn’t need one, not when you had yaku as your boyfriend. he’s so committed to you, so loving and captivated by your existence he didn’t think you’d ever want to work a day in your life when he’s here for you. he wants to care for you- he wants to be the one to buy you beautiful clothes and gifts, to keep you happy and stable in your wonderful shared home, to keep you safe from the pigs outside.

men are dangerous. he knows how they’d look at a beautiful person like you and want you all for themselves. they’d become enthralled by you, obsessed and stop at nothing to have you. they could hurt you, steal you away and force their love onto you, ripping you away from your one place of happiness, your one true love that’s yaku. but he can’t have that.

there’s been a few close calls- the guy who’d asked for your number once when yaku left alone in public for just a moment. if he hadn’t returned to the table just in time maybe you would’ve given it- you’d have been stolen away by another man not even worthy of you, gone from yaku forever. his world would be dark without you- and he couldn’t control the surge of anger that rushed through him seeing you look so flustered from another man.

“what the hell’s going on here?”

“morisuke-” you looked startled, your eyes widening as you look at the man. that’s when yaku’s eyes fall on the hand he’s placed on your forearm, and all he saw was red when he lunged for the man, grabbing whatever he could off the table. you’d cried when the police and paramedics came, the stranger’s hand impaled with a steak knife and blood oozing all over the white tablecloth. you’d told yaku he was lucky he didn’t press charges, but yaku simply didn’t care. he’d kill for you, do anything for you, just as long as it meant you were with him forever.

there’d been plenty of other times. bar fights and broken glass bottles, screaming matches till your throat was red raw and you were sobbing, just begging yaku to be normal. but this is normal, he’s utterly in love with you and what sort of man would he be if he didn’t protect you, if he didn’t show his love for you and keep you safe, keep you happy with him? he doesn’t have a life without you, and you don’t have a life without him.

that’s why it’s a slap in the face when you finally get a job after so long. first yaku feels betrayed- how did you leave the house without him to go for your interview? when did you even apply- he hadn’t seen it on your search history or any calls or emails? how were you hiding these things from him- what else were you hiding?

“i’ll be gaining independence.” you smile the first day of work. yaku watches darkly, eyes piercing into you as he watches you adjust your shirt. it’s too tight, too revealing of your wonderful body- another asset that’ll just lure in men. is this what you want?

“you know i can take care of you.” you meet his eyes in the mirror but you don’t respond except for a small, wry smile before you’re reaching for your bag and leaving, the door snapping shut behind. why do you want independence? what money do you need when yaku can provide for you? why do you need other friends when you have him? why do you need a life when your entire world should be him?

seeing you at work is hard. the first few times you’d been sweet, beaming as you introduced him to your coworkers, putting the bouquet of flowers he’d bring you on your desk. it gave him a thrill to see the framed photograph of the two of you on holiday you have in your cubicle too, giggling that everyone can see who you belong to. but then it starts to become sour.

you don’t greet yaku with a smile anymore when he’s coming up to your office floor, instead looking scandalised as you stare at him carrying the bouquet of flowers and teddies across the workspace.

“morisuke,” you hiss, lowering your head as your colleagues peer at you. you even turn your head away when he leans in to kiss you, his lips narrowly missing yours and pressing against your cheek instead. “you can’t keep coming, i have work to do.” why do you seem so embarrassed? where’s the photo frame on your desk? you think he doesn’t know but he’s smarter than he lets on.

yaku sees the fallen petals withering by the dustbin. there’s no vase ready for the new flowers and you start to come home from work later, sometimes rosy-cheeked and eyes sparkling with the scent of alcohol lingering on your breath. once you’d even pulled up in an unfamiliar car, a bright laugh apparent on your face as you glanced back at the stranger, waving. he knows what you’re planning- he knows you’re saving your salary, that soon you may not even need him and the worries keeps yaku awake at night, his eyes piercing into your sleeping form beside him on the bed. you look so happy as you sleep, eyelids twitching and chest rising with calm breaths. but it’d be easy to keep you with him forever, to make sure he’s all you know for eternity before it’s too late. he could get his pillow and hold it over your face, pressing it down and you wouldn’t even struggle- you’d slowly breathe your last, forever being his.

but then you’d be gone forever, and yaku would be lost. his world would cease to exist and the idea of that fills him with more dread, his stomach churning with nausea. there has to be a better way, a way where you’d be forever his, forever bound to him with no way to escape. simply locking you up wouldn’t help- you have a life now and there’d be questions. what if you grew to resent him? and marriage was breakable, easily nullified the moment you decided you simply didn’t love him anymore.

this was a better way.

you’re too fucked out to notice the thin little holes disrupting the foil packet. you clearly don’t care, not when you’re whining and bucking your hips up desperately, drooling with your lustful eyes hazy. you’re sopping wet, slick dribbling down between your thighs and leaking a puddle on the bedsheets below you from being edged to the point of tears.

“morisuke,” you whine, squirming below him with your eyes fixated on his painfully hard cock. “want you now- please!”

“don’t worry, i’ll fuck you good, baby.” you’re too fucked out to notice the smile that stretches across yaku’s face is too cold, too unnerving as he slides the condom onto his cock. “don’t worry, i’m going to make you feel so fucking good.”

there’s a thrill running through him as he slides his sheathed cock into your hole, your warm walls tightening around him with little resistance and your loud moans filling the room as he thrusts into you. you’re so oblivious, your eyes hazy and lust-filled with sinful means falling freely as he fucks his cock against your spongy walls, drool spilling from your open mouth as he pounds into you.

“m-morisuke! fuck- feels so good!” your hips buck up to meet his, your hands gripping your tits as your walls tighten around him.

“you like that? you like me fucking you like this?” his hand trails up your chest, gripping your throat and the lewd moan that you release is so beautiful. he fucks you harder, cock throbbing between your sensitive walls and you’re whining when the coil in your stomach tightens.

“g-gonna cum!” your back arches off the bed, chest pressing against yaku’s and wetness gushes from you, tight walls convulsing around him as he moans. he fucks you through your high, your orgasm triggering his and heavy moans fall from his lips, heart thumping as cum floods the condom.

you’re panting, eyes fluttering shut with drowsiness that you don’t notice the icy smile creeping on yaku’s face as his fingers loosen around your throat, but he doesn’t let go. maybe if you’d have opened your eyes you’d have seen how utterly wrong this was.

he isn’t sure how long it’d take but he doesn’t stop. it isn’t hard to prick a needle through the foil packets, permeating it with tiny little holes that you’d never notice. there’s some days when you’re so fucked out, mind so clouded and so desperate to cum that you don’t even realise when he slips the entire condom off, sheathing himself in you and fucking you till he’s spilling his seed in you. and poor, oblivious you who drifts off into sleep the moment you’re falling from the high of your orgasm, you never really realise.

“you okay?” a deep frown is etched on your face when you look up at yaku from where you’re sat at the edge of the bed, leg bouncing nervously. he can see your bottom lip trembling, the tears swimming in your eyes as you nervously twist your hands together. is this it? hope is rising in his chest, his heart thumping as he forces himself to keep a straight face when he sits beside you, reaching out to take your hand into his. “hey, what’s up? you can speak to me.”

“m-morisuke.” a tear rolls down your cheek and your voice cracks slightly. “i’m pregnant.”

it’s hard for him to feign shock. his mouth falls open as he stares at you, watching you cry softly, but instead nothing but pure joy is filling him. his heart thumps with happiness and he feels so warm with the knowledge that you’re his forever.

“oh y/n,” he sighs, pulling you into his arms. “it’s okay, we’ll do this together.”

“but i don’t want-” his grip tightens on you, nails piercing into the flesh of your back as he holds you.

“we’ll do this together.”

it’s not a question. it’s not a suggestion. it’s a decision.

it’s hard to feel resentful about the growing child in your slowly swelling stomach. it’s not the child’s fault. it’s not your fault. it’s not Yaku’s fault- you’d always used protection almost religiously, but you can’t help but feel suffocated.

this child binds you to him forever. no matter how much you want to pull away from him, the man who sends a cold chill running down your spine, the man you wished you’d never met. but now there’s no escape, especially when you’re carrying his child. the unborn child he already loves.

it’s like there’s no escape. yaku dotes on you and the child festering in you too much you feel like you can’t breathe- he’s pressuring you to quit your job, claiming the stress of a workplace is no environment for a pregnant person. you can’t do anything at home- all the cleaning, cooking, household chores is controlled by yaku and he refuses to let you out of his sight, claiming what if something happens to you. it’s frustrating and stressful, and although the guilt eats at you from the inside out, you don’t stop yourself from wishing that you can wake up in a pool of blood.

#yandere!yaku #darkconfectionery #tw.yandere #tw.abuse #tw.sexual assault #tw.babytrapping #tw.pregnancy #yandere yaku x reader #yandere yaku imagines #yandere #tw.infantilisation #tw.miscarriage #yandere haikyuu #yandere haikyuu imagines #yandere haikyuu x reader #neems’ queueueuuee :3

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𝔰𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔢 (𝔪)

❥yamaguchi tadashi x fem!reader

❥warnings: yandere, dubcon, ill-prepped sex, bleeding, guilt-tripping & manipulation, jealousy and possessiveness, toxic relationship, vomit (not like that dw)

❥word count: 3.7k

❣︎anon: Hello love! I hope you’re having a good day :) I was hoping to request a yandere!yamaguchi fic where he’s the team captain and reader is the manager. Maybe after a really bad practice game he manipulates reader into dating him by saying sumn like “oh if we are together the teams foundation will be stronger”. And like through out their relationship it shows how he will guilt her into staying and fucking him but she doesn’t realize he’s toxic and is just like “ he just loves me a lot and is kinky lol” (sorry idk if this makes sense essentially just Yan!yamaguchi dating manager!reader lol)

he strikes when morale is low.

you can see devastation etched on everyone’s faces. hinata’s shoulders slouch with utter dejection, kageyama’s jaw is clenched tightly and there’s worry and shame across the first years’ faces. a sense of hopelessness.

you want to cry. being manager wasn’t something you were new to- you’d been working as one of them since your first year- but this was yamaguchi’s first year of being captain. this was the first practise game of the year and the loss was devestating. any chance of going to nationals this year seemed like a far away dream, like trying to grasp smoke.

“don’t mind, guys.” you hope your smile isn’t shaky but you don’t get much of a reply as the boys head to the clubroom, leaving you and yamaguchi the only ones remaining outside the gym. the air feels cool on your skin, the sky tinged with streaks of pink and a warm glow as the sun sets below the hills.

“i’m not doing great as captain, am i?” yamaguchi murmurs. you frown at him, mouth falling open but he contunues, staring off at the scenic distance with the tangerine sun reflected in his round, dejected orbs. “i shouldn’t have been captain- if tsukki or kageyama-”

“no, tadashi.” he looks stunned and you hope you don’t look as flustered as you feel as you smile gently. “you’re an amazing captain- this was just a tiny bump in the road but i know you’ll lead the team syccessfully, just like ennoshita, just like daichi.” the mention of your former captains makes him smile slightly, a wistful longing apparent in his face. “i know you will. don’t worry, this was just one practise match and everyone knows dateko is a bitch to play with.” he chuckles, nodding and as you gaze at the setting sun you notice him edging closer towards you.

“i’m really glad you’re our manager, y/n.” he beams and your heart flutters at his sweet words, warmth tingling through you as you grin. “i feel like you’ll really help our team feel so much stronger as manager, but..” he trails off with an awkward chuckle that has you narrowing your eyes.

“tadashi?”

“no, you’ll think i’m stupid- i’m just being dumb-” hesitation is etched all over his face, brewing with anxiety and it makes your chest twinge as you shake your head, trying to ignore how endearing he looks with his freckled cheeks flushed pink.

“no, no, don’t think that! tadashi, what is it?” the corners of his lips tug in a shy smile as he rubs the back of his reddened neck.

“uh- i-i was thinking...well, you’re really pretty and i’ve always liked you, but because you’re manager too, if we- um- you know- we’d be such a stronger team…”

his cheeks glow bright pink, doe eyes widened and you can’t help the smile that stretches across your face, utter warmth flooding through you. so innocent, so sweet, your heart drums against your rib cage as you try to resist the giggle that escapes you.

“tadashi, are you trying to ask me out?” he looks worried, a little crease between his brows as he stammers over his words.

“i-ive always liked you- it’s not just for the team, that’s more of a bonus- it’s okay if you don’t want to, i know...i know i wouldn’t be a girl’s first choice but-”

“nonsense.” he falls silent, blinking in shock as you slide your fingers into his, squeezing his warm hand tight. “you’re my first choice.”

the thing with traps is that they never look obvious. a serpent under the innocent flower. and yamaguchi was the perfect trap.

it starts off sweet- it always does.

you’re not sure how such a sweet angel has been single for so long because your life becomes entirely better with yamaguchi brightening it up. he’s there every morning at the end of your garden bolding a can of coffee and his other outstretched for you to slip yours into, to let him place a gentle kiss on the back of it before you make your way together to school. he’s so proud to tell the team you’re dating- it’s such a thrill to have him announce it with a sense of pride, his eyes softening as he gazes at you whilst hinata cheers him on and yachi is bursting with questions to ask you. and he’s so besotted with you, every bit of free time he wants to spend with you- tugging your hand during breaks at practise, pulling you into empty corridors at school to make out with you pressed against the wall, his leg nudging between your thighs, his hand always entwined with yours whenever you’re both walking, every evening and weekend spent together.

until it starts to feel like too much.

“y/n,” you sigh heavily when hinata clings to your sleeve, resting his head on your shoulder with his brown eyes wide and pleading. “please, please- i’ll buy you meat buns!”

“shōyō, what are you on about?” you’re half-amused by your friend, the friend you’d had since your first year at karasuno, the same friend that encouraged not just yachi to be manager of the volleyball team but you too. if there was anyone you trusted more than yamaguchi and yachi, it’d be hinata- the sweet, vivacious boy you’d spent so many happy times with.

“help us study!” he cries, gesturing to himself and a sheepish-looking kageyama stood a few steps away. “we’re going to fail the exams without your help!” you can’t help but laugh at the same occurrence that happens every exam season without fail, nodding slowly as smiles brighten up the two boys’ faces.

“fine, fine. we’ll study tonight and on the weekend- but next time come to me earlier! you know maths is on tuesday-”

“what’s going on?” you can’t explain why your chest suddenly feels tight when yamaguchi’s bright, tender voice fills your ears. his soft scent of linen envelopes you as he takes his seat on the bench beside you, tsukishima right by his side and you’re not sure why a smile seems to hard to plaster on your face as your boyfriend slides his arms around you.

“y/n’s helping us study for our exams!” hinata beams. you’re aware of tsukishima scoffing, the three volleyball players beginning to squabble childishly, but all you can focus on is yamaguchi’s eyes burning into you. from the corner of your eye you can see the hurt flashing across his face, his head tilting to the side as he speaks quietly.

“you’re helping them study?” you frown slightly at the tone of his voice, nodding with an awkward smile tugging at your lips.

“yeah- just tonight and on the weekend. why?” yamaguchi’s face scowls slightly as his lips are pulled into a thin line. you don’t like the look that lingers in his eyes, the same look he has when you’re chatting away to a classmate instead of him, when you compliment kageyama or the second years on their abilities, when you ask hinata tenderly if he’s okay after he’s had a ball to the face. why does he always look so scorned? you hate the heavy feeling that twinges in your chest when he does.

“alone?” you have to laugh- it’s the only one way to brush it off but he doesn’t look pleased, even when you force yourself to relax in his arms and brush your lips against his cheek.

“don’t be like that, tadashi.”

but he is like that. it seems to be a regular occurrence, and it worsens. anxiety brews in your stomach, weighing you down and making you feel sick every time. hinata hugged you for a moment too long after a successful practise game, his head buried in the crook of your neck and his arms wrapped around you, and yamaguchi refused to even look at you the whole way home, a sour look on his face and his eyes fixated on the road ahead whilst you pleaded and begged for his attention. but nothing- he just left you on your doorstep sniffling and your throat raw from the constant apologies. one time you walked with tsukishima to practise after a lesson with him, smiling and laughing as he shared with you his warm childhood memories of yamaguchi, but your boyfriend didn’t see it like that. your heart dropped the moment you locked eyes with him standing by the gym expectantly, utter betrayal and hurt etched on his face you wanted to sink to your knees then and beg for his forgiveness.

“girls don’t really like me.” he’d sniffled afterwards in your bedroom. “they just use me for tsukishima, they always have- i really thought you liked me for me, y/n.”

“i do, tadashi, i do.” your eyes are hot with frustrated tears as you crouch before him, nuzzling your face into his thigh. “please believe me when i say it wasn’t like that! you know i love you.” his wet eyes sparkle when you say that, face lighting up.

“r-really?” you nod eagerly, not resisting him when he cups your face and brings your lips to his, kissing you sweetly and tenderly. and when you think it’s all solved dread begins to seep into you again as he takes your hand and presses it against his hardening cock.

“t-tadashi,” yamaguchi’s face crumples at the tone in your voice. “i-i’m not ready- you know that-”

“i thought you liked me.” he spits bitterly. it’s the same words, the same words that always makes you feel so pathetic, so useless and shitty, breaking yamaguchi’s heart over and over. so you hold back the salty tears and try not to think too hard about it when you let him use your mouth, trying not to feel hurt. this is normal, you tell yourself. yamaguchi deserves it, you hurt him earlier, but you still hate every moment of it.

eventually you start avoiding people. it feels like every interaction yamaguchi watches goes wrong and ends with him upset, hurt, betrayed, insecure and the guilt of it, the consequences where you have to make amends weighs down too heavy on you.

“you treat me like shit, i just feel like you don’t care.”

“a good manager doesn’t flirt around with the other players- you’re supposed to be my girlfriend!”

“why am i never good enough for you? i’m not even good enough for the team and now I'm not good enough for you.”

the simple thing is just to simply stay away.

the team are confused when you’re suddenly curt and cold towards the first and second years, no longer sweetly encouraging them with enthusiastic compliments and kind words. you have to hold back the tears that prickle your eyes when you see the look of hurt flash across hinata’s face, the sparkle dulling in his brown eyes, when you push him away when he tries to hug you but yamaguchi’s eyes piercing into your back serves as a reminder. your friends see less of you when you decline hanging out with them at lunch to be with yamaguchi instead and you hate how they frown at you with unfamiliarity.

“what’s wrong with you, y/n? why do you keep ditching us now that you have a man?” you want to explain, you really do, but how do you tell them that you don’t want to hurt yamaguchi too, you don’t want him to cry to you about how he feels neglected and pushed aside like you don’t care anymore? how do you tell them you don’t want to have to use your mouth or hands to make it up to him? so you let them be hurt instead, you pull away till they pass you in the hallways without even so much as glancing at you.

you think it’ll get better, that yamguchi will be happier now. but it all breaks down at the inter-high tournament when winning is so close, so close you can almost taste the sweet victory on your tongue. the gym is tense and the boys are playing hard and you’re holding your breath, heart pounding as you will them to win the semi-finals. they’re so close to getting through. it’ll save you if they do.

but they lost. bile burns in the back of your throat when the referee blows his whistle and the shock and dejection floods through the team. your bitter tears match theirs but for a different reason altogether. your body shakes when yamaguchi envelopes it, his tears staining your shoulder and you hate his fingers pressing into your body because you realise you’ll probably have to use it later.

he asks you to come over to his later that night. his eyes are bloodshot and freckled cheeks stained with tears when he asks, his voice cracking and with the rest of the team surrounding you, you can’t say no. you’re their manager, a pillar of the team, and yamaguchi’s girlfriend. how could you say no? so you go, inhaling the cold air and ignoring the dark dread that festers inside you.

“are you cold?” yamaguchi sniffles as you walk, his eyes focused on your shaking hand. you shake your head but as he reaches for you, you have to will yourself not to flinch. you’re not scared of him, you can’t be.

“i’m a rubbish captain.” he mumbles later on, shoulders slouching with dejection. your chest twinges as you sit beside him on the end of his bed, gazing at his forlorn eyes that he can’t even bear to look at you with, utter sympathy flooding you as you reach out for his hand. “everyone thinks it.”

“no one thinks that, tadashi.” you murmur softly, edging closer to him and squeezing his hand. he looks up at you slowly, his dark eyes wide and adoring. “you’re an amazing captain-” you’re cut off by his lips pressing against yours, the kiss hot and feverous as he slides your entwined hand down to his crotch, pressing it enough for you to feel his erection hardening under your touch.

“tadashi-” you groan when you try to pull away but yamaguchi just kisses you more, his other hand cupping the back of your head as he tries to force his tongue into your mouth as you grimace. “tadashi-” you push him away, saliva coating your lips you can’t help but scowl as you wipe it away, yamaguchi watching you with his face falling. “not now, i’m not re-”

“so now i’m a rubbish boyfriend too!” he cries.

you’re stunned as you watch him twist away from you, his pouting lip beginning to tremble and your heart wrenches when you see the tears beginning to flood his eyes, his freckles cheeks becoming flushed as a heaviness settles in your chest.

“i didn’t say that.” you murmur. how stupid of you. he was already feeling sensitive and now you’re making him feel worse, letting his insecurities flood him more and more when you’re supposed to uplift him. how are you messing this up so badly? “don’t say that, tadashi, you know you’re wonderful.”

“then why don’t you want me? every time you say no-” he sniffles, rubbing at the reddened tip of his nose. “why can’t i just do anything right?”

“tadashi, it isn’t like that.” a thick lump rises in your throat as he stares at you expecrantly when you wrap your arm around his shoulders, tenderly ruffling the back of his head. “i’m sorry- you do everything right.” you try not to whimper when you slide your other hand along his thigh, goosebumps pebbling your skin as an icy chill runs down your spine. “i’m sorry- let’s- we can do this.”

you try not to tremble when he peels off your clothes, mouthing kisses at your cold body as his hands roam over you. it feels weird- you’d never been touched before but it hurts when he pinches your nipples and you force yourself not to squirm when he pushes you onto the bed, straddling you as he spreads your legs.

“tadashi-” you whine when he touches your folds, a horrible coldness washing over you. it doesn’t feel like when you touch yourself but you push it away from your mind, telling yourself you’ll like it when he actually does something, you’ll get wet when he fingers you or something. but yamaguchi doesn’t, instead pulling off his clothes and your heart thumps when you realise how fucking big he is. he’s thick and long, painfully hard with the reddened tip leaking precum, a deep moan escaping him as he strokes himself.

“i’ve been waiting for this for so long- you’re going to feel so good.” he groans as he slides his cock along your folds. it feels weird and you’re not even wet but yamaguchi doesn’t take any notice of your squirming.

“tadashi- wait, i want to-” he slaps away your hand when you reach down to touch yourself, instead twining his fingers with yours and pressing your hands flat against the mattress.

“don’t worry,” he coos as he kisses you, lips tasting salty. “i’ll take care of you.”

you can’t even scream when he shoves his cock into you. it burns, the pain agonising and your back arches off the bed, mouth dropping open with silent screams. blood rings in your ears, yamaguchi’s moans as your nails drag down his back sounding so distant like you’ve been plunged under water. it feels like you could die. your tight walls are ripped apart by his thick cock, anguish burning in you and hot tears stinging your eyes as soft sobs escape you.

“oh- you’re so warm, you’re taking me so well. pretty girl, i’m so lucky to have you.” you cry as he kisses you, disgust seeping into you as he fills up your cunt. how could he be so oblivious? or does he simply not care?

“ta-tadashi- i c-can’t!” he ignores you, busying himself with kissing away your tears and you can’t fight him off as he cages you in. it’s torture when he drives his hips into yours, ripping through the flesh and you’re almost grateful for your body’s natural lubrication when you feel the odd moisture between your legs. that’s until you see the redness coating his cock when he pounds it into you and your vision is blurred by the hot tears, your sobs barely shushed by yamaguchi’s soothing hushes and tender kisses that feel so jarring, so wrong.

“i love you.” he grunts. “i love you so much- you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” hot tears run down your cheeks as you turn your head to the side, staring blankly out of his window as the sharp pains run through your body every time his cockhead bruises your cervix. “i love you.” he wants you to say it back but you just feel sick and pained, a cold sweat breaking over your body. when will this be over? you clench your eyes shut, trying to swallow the bitter taste on your dry tongue, trying to pretend it feels okay, bearable even, but it doesn’t and you’re relieved when his throbbing cock pulls out. hot ropes of cum splatter over your folds and you feel like you’ve been split apart.

“you okay?” your heart drums when you see the pinkish fluid clinging to your pussy, the deep scarlet trickling out of your abused hole. “wow, you were a virgin?” yamaguchi’s smile makes you feel sick, your stomach churning. “i can’t believe i was your first. and you were mine.” he reaches out to take your hand into his but you’re quick to turn away, to hold back your hair as you can’t fight the urge to puke all over the side of the bed, tears stinging your eyes and the back of your throat burning.

“hey, y/n. what are you doing here?” you can’t help but start at the sound of the voice, but relief floods through you and your racing heart calms when you see it’s just yachi, a sweet yet confused smile on her face as she approaches. you’re sat against the brick wall behind the gym, staring out at the fields and hills stretching out into the distant blue sky. “aren’t you coming to practise?”

“i don’t know.” you murmur, pausing to take a sip of your water. “i’m actually considering resigning.” you don’t want to meet yachi’s eyes when she yelps with surprise, her eyes widening.

“what? why? a-are you crazy? the team loves you so much, i don’t want to be manager alone!” you can’t help but smile dryly at her desperate wail, glancing at her from the corner of your eye.

“you’ll have the new first year manager.”

“it’s not the same.” yachi pouts, her shoulders slouching. but then the look on her face becomes serious, anxious almost, as she shuffles closer to you, her eyes a little wide. you don’t like the look of cautious sympathy evident in them, her hands clumsily fumbling with the hem of her shirt.

“y/n, is this because of yamaguchi?” you freeze. blood pounds in your ears as you stare at yachi, the look on her face too serious for this to be a joke.

“what? no!” your laugh sounds forced and she doesn’t even crack a smile as she narrows her eyes, scrutinising you carefully with a look of worry etched on her face.

“please tell me if something’s not right. h-hinata says you’re getting really distant from everyone, and sometimes you look a bit...scared? is something wrong?”

yamaguchi forcing his cock into your dry hole. his cries to weigh you down and smother you with guilt. suspicious whispers that leave you scared to even smile at a classmate. his constant presence, his hand gripping yours, because he tells you he doesn’t ever want to be apart from you, he loves you too much not realising he’s drowning you.

“no.” yachi looks surprised as your strong declaration. “he loves me a lot. and i love him. everything’s fine.”

but your face falls as you hear the harsh snapping of a stray twig and yamaguchi’s standing by the corner, his hands curled into a fist and betrayal burning in his eyes.

#tw.dubcon #tw.yandere #tw.manipulation #cw.vomit #darkconfectionery #yandere!yamaguchi #yandere Yamaguchi imagines #yandere Yamaguchi x reader #yandere Yamaguchi #yandere haikyuu #yandere haikyuu x reader #yandere haikyuu imagines #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #Yamaguchi imagines #Yamaguchi x reader #neems’ queueueuuee :3

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