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sugawara-sweetheart · 2 years

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Hi if it isn’t too much to ask, could you please do the whole yandere alphabet for Oikawa.

I love your blog sm😍

❣︎oikawa toru // yandere alphabet❣︎

letters: a-z

this alphabet belongs to @.dear-yandere

warnings: yandere, abduction, abuse, manipulation, implications of murder, starving, threats, dehumanisation, humiliation, mentions of: mindbreak, restrains, stalking + hacking, punishment and death

affection: how do they show their love and affection? how intense would it get?

oikawa’s love fluctuates- one day everything is perfect. he’s joyous and happy, he’s so loving towards you, smothering you with kisses and hugs, telling you you’re the best thing in his life, how every day is so much brighter since you got here, how there’s no world for him without you. he’ll treat you like an angel, feeding you your favourite foods and treating you so delicately. but it changes just as quickly as it comes and the next morning he can be cruel and mean, ignoring you, belittling you, mocking you and reminding you of how nobody even loves you, how nobody cares that he’s taken you, that he’s the only person you have left in your pathetic little life.

blood: how messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

very messy. he’s too driven and too ambitious for his own good that nothing will stand in his way. he’ll be ruthless taking down every threat, using whatever means he can and not feeling an ounce of sympathy. it’s almost sadistic, inhumane, the way he smiles triumphantly when the blood of your ex who threatened to thwart his plans paints the floor in red and he’ll bring home a severed finger like a trophy, telling you it’s proof of his love. who else would do this for you?

cruelty: how would they treat their darling once abducted? would they mock them?

it’s almost like a source of joy. it’s heartless, the way he mocks you for your tears, scoffing and spitting at you at how pathetic you look, how stupid you are crying for help when nobody is ever going to come for you, nobody cares about you. he’ll be harsh, not just emotionally, but the way he manhandles you, fingernails piercing into your skin, his pinches sharp and tinged with pain, the way he grips your hair and yanks when you try to fight back. but the strangest thing is how he soothes you afterwards- how he cradles you and shushes your sobs gently, rubbing your back and reminding you to breathe, it’s just a panic attack, you’re okay, he’ll go get you some water. it’s jarring how he smiles so sweetly afterwards he’s broken you down, cupping your face and telling you how lucky you are to have him, how lucky you are that he loves you so much, that he’s the only one that’ll ever love you this much and this is why you can never leave him.

darling: aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

one of oikawa’s favourite things to do is to mark you. he can easily restrain you when you to try to stop him- it’s easy to muffle your screams of protest and grip your wrists together in just one hand as he presses his lips to your skin, biting and sucking till an array of purpling bruises litter the sensitive skin of your throat and chest. he’ll tell you you look so pretty, even when your voice is cracked and eyes bloodshot from crying, from trying to stop him. he tells you you look so wonderful being all his, and by that time you can’t deny that his touch has induced a deep throbbing in your cunt that it isn’t entirely truthful to say you don’t want him.

exposed: how much of their heart do they bare to their darling? how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

everything about oikawa seems like a facade. his smiles don’t quite reach his eyes and his words are too saccharine, too honeyed to feel genuine that nothing about him seems entirely real but when he’s all you know other than the same four walls of his basement, it’s all you can believe. it’s strange how much he insists he loves you, how much he cares for you and adores you that he needs to have you, he needs to own you when he doesn’t actually make himself vulnerable to you at all. after all, that would suggest this whole thing is equal, like you’re two lovers who respect each other- but you’re not oikawa’s lover. you’re his little pet to play with

fight: how would they feel if their darling fought back?

a part of him would feel scorned but he’d also feel somewhat thrilled. this would be entertaining to him, seeing the utter hatred painted on your face, feel the pain of your teeth sinking into his flesh when you try to fight back, seeing the red scars when you scratch him and kick him- but he’d probably like it in the sense of bittersweet masochism. but he doesn’t want you to ever win. he’ll never let that happen, the mere idea of it striking so much fear into him, it’s the sort of thing that keeps him up at night. so oikawa will make sure to break you down so you can never fight back properly.

game: is this a game to them? how much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

oikawa would not like it all. he doesn’t like feeling threatened and you trying to escape, no matter how successful or unsuccessful you are, is the biggest threat to him of all. he’ll be mean when you fail to escape, mocking you, scorned, forceful and rough with you, warning you to never fucking try that again. you’re lucky he’s being merciful- you know he can break both your legs?

hell: what would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

the worst experience has to be when oikawa’s in a bad mood. maybe he’s had a bad day at work or he just got out of the wrong side of bed or maybe he just feels like it but he won’t hesitate to take it out on you. ignoring you just for the fun of it, just to make you feel crazy as you sob for attention or for food or being vicious and nasty, spitting insults and threats at you, pulling your hair, leaving you chained up in a cold basement when usually at least he lets you upstairs. every single little problem of his becomes yours when he punishes you for it.

ideals: what kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

oikawa hasn’t really considered what he’ll do with you eventually. he knows he won’t kill you- he doesn’t have the heart for that- but he isn’t sure how long he’ll keep you around for. a part of him wonders whether he’ll ever get bored, but then out of sheer pettiness he doubts he’ll ever let you go then. but currently, he wouldn’t mind for it to stay like this forever- you, his little pet by his side daily. maybe eventually you’ll stop crying.

jealousy: do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

oikawa gets incredibly jealous. he doesn’t like it when you think of another man that isn’t him. he pouts and whines if you call an actor on the television handsome and he’ll shut down and give you the silent treatment if you even dare mention an ex or a friend that he’s always suspected likes you. when iwaizumi’s around, he doesn’t let you speak to him- he doesn’t even like you to look at him. when he is jealous, he doesn’t hesitate to take it out on you, reminding you that nobody else loves you like he does, that nobody else wants you, only he does and you shouldn’t forget that. meanwhile to everyone else, he gloats and brags about you, making sure they know you’re only his.

kisses: how do they act around or with their darling?

the way oikawa acts with you depends entirely on his mood. on good days, he’s actually nice company because he’ll hang out with you, not even feeling the need to touch you more than a kiss to your forehead. he’ll watch tv with you and paint your nails and whine about how much his boss overworks him and how mean iwaizumi is. on bad days however, oikawa is cruel. he’s mean and ruthless with his harsh words and even goes as far as ignoring you, letting you starve as you cry hopelessly.

love letters: how would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

initially oikawa would be nervous. he’s got enough of an inferiority complex that he’s sure you won’t love him, that you love someone else so the moment you’re sweet to him, oikawa’s rushing to make you his. he’s good at wooing you- he’s flirtatious and playfully teases you, knowing how to play with your hair or your pendant necklace to make you blush. he gives you attention and notices everything about you to make you feel special, pays you compliments and invites you out, painting himself as the perfect nice guy.

mask: are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

oikawa thinks he’s a master of facades and pretences, playing the sweet doting boyfriend around others. however it’s always a bit too saccharine that people can read between the lines, they can see how you always squirm when he touches you and how his grip on your hand is a bit too tight. the insecurity that drips off him is indicative enough that he isn’t entirely secure about the two of you, his jealousy and pettiness clear.

naughty: how would they punish their darling?

oikawa would punish you in a multitude of ways. small punishments aren’t the worse- a slap to the cheek or refusing you a meal, letting you sleep hungry. but other punishments can be worse- ignoring you for days on end till you feel insane and like you’ll die, destroying the small number of belongings he’s bought for you, verbally abusing you, cutting your hair in humiliating ways- anything to dehumanise you.

oppression how many rights would they take away from their darling?

oikawa wouldn’t take away all your rights. he’s a busy man who can’t be around you all the time and he’s not entirely used to someone relying on him a hundred percent of the time. rather, he just controls you. you can leave the basement (on his good days) and live in the house but he wants to control what you wear, what you eat, what you do. he’ll let you dress yourself and feed yourself and you can go out into the garden but you can’t leave the property without him. you can speak to him without being spoken to first but keep your tone pretty.

patience: how patient are they with their darling?

surprisingly oikawa’s quite patient. when he first abducts you, he doesn’t expect you to be okay. he knows it’s hard for you to adjust so he does give you time, he does let you lash out, he can’t apologise but he’ll try his best to make you feel better. however he doesn’t like his patience being taken advantage of so he’ll get angry and mean if he can sense you’re being rebellious for the sake of it. on bad days though, oikawa’s patience is next to nothing so be careful.

quit: if their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

to the outside eye, oikawa would seem like he’s coping well. but only the sharpest could sense how badly he’s struggling; he’d never be able to fully let go of you. if you died, he’d feel mournfully betrayed. how could you leave this world without him? grief would paint his world grey, everything would remind him of you, of what could’ve been, of what beautiful future together had been snatched away. if you escapes, he’d be scorned, almost vengeful. his heart would weigh heavy with the anger that you’d left him, that you beat him and he’d never be able to forgive you nor could he ever forget you. he always hopes he’ll find you again, even if it’s just by glimpsing you on the street because once he has you again, he’ll never let you go.

regret: would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

oikawa doesn’t feel guilty often. it’ll only be when it’s late at night after he’s badly punished you and he can hear you hiccuping in the quietness that his chest will twinge a little. he doesn’t feel guilty as such- no, you deserved it, but he feels a little ashamed of himself for acting like that, for making you feel like that. he wishes it could be another way, that you two could just be in love like normal. the only other times he’ll feel close to guilty is when iwaizumi comes around on the bad days and he sees how you’re gagged and shackled, how you’re crying and pleading silently, how you flinch when oikawa looks at you. iwaizumi gives him a smack around the head that’s hard enough that he starts to think maybe yes, there could be a better way to discipline you than this.

stigma: what brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

being the best is hard and oikawa knows what it’s like to fail. he knows what it’s like to not be good enough, to be rejected, to fail at something you try so hard at and really, he hates it. he hates himself and he hates feeling alone and that’s why he’s like this over you- he’s scared to not have you, to not have you love him, to not be good enough for you.

tears: how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

fear is the first thing oikawa feels when he sees you like this. it’s such an inhumane cry that falls from your lips that he’s always scared he’s gone too far and just broken you too bad when he sees you act like that. at first, he’ll try to make you feel better. he’s sweet and soothing and caring, just so tender and gentle but eventually he starts to think it’s gone too far and his patience will eventually wear down when he thinks you’re being excessive.

unique: would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

surprisingly, oikawa would let you still be yourself. sure, you’re not allowed to leave him ever but once you’ve settled in a little oikawa will buy you things. he’s often busy so when he comes home he likes to see that you’ve cooked a nice meal or you’ve painted something or read a new book or wrote poetry- whatever you enjoy. he’ll also take you out- sure, you best not to scream or try to escape but shopping sprees and walks in scenic parks are nice.

vice: what weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

oikawa’s need to be better. don’t try to make him feel inferior- no, he’ll get defensive and just be a thousand times worse. but pleading with him, begging him that you’re in pain and things don’t need to be like this- if he’s sweeter, kinder, if you lets you live normally, you’ll be happy with him optionally. you can choose to love him, he just needs to let you because neither of you are really truly happy like this. eventually oikawa will start to ponder your words, wondering whether maybe he should offer to let you go because of course you’re going to choose to stay.

wit’s end: would they ever hurt their darling?

yes. both physically and emotionally. oikawa is erratic and impulsive over his emotions, often driven by pettiness. he won’t hesitate to hurt you, loving that sadistic thrill he gets knowing you’re in pain.

xoanon: how much would they revere or worship their darling? to what length would they go to win their darling over?

oikawa will never openly worship you. in fact, to everyone else it seems he loves you a normal amount. but privately, he’ll be infatuated with you. he has photo albums on his phone filled with thousands of pictures of you, he’ll learn how to code just to hack into your laptop camera to watch you for hours on end, he’ll stalk you on his days off, write elaborate love letters he’ll never send, he’ll be consumed by you.

yearn: how long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

oikawa would pine for years. you’ll never know how long he’s loved you for because he hides it so well but eventually he snaps and he can’t hold back. years of bottling his love has caused it to erupt when he’s suddenly obsessed.

zenith: would they ever break their darling?

yes- but most likely accidentally. he goes too far after a punishment and suddenly you’re not the same anymore. he won’t like it- he hates it and hates himself for what he’s done, trying his best to fix you even though you’ll never be the same. though there are aspects he likes, such as the fact that you never fight back anymore but oikawa would miss you and he’d lie awake every night, holding you close as he wishes he could change back the clocks.

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readerinsertz · 2 years

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(Age 20) Hiii could you possibly write more abt reki and puppy play? Im in love with that idea and would love to hear anything else you can write about it 🥺💞 if you have the time and desire to write it ofc! (Fem! Reader please)

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, 18+

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: 18+Content, MDNI, afab!reader, pet play, puppy play, kneeling, oral (male receiving), bit of verbal humiliation, ball worship, deep throating, oral fixation, not proofread, little degradation, cum eating/swallowing, soft dehumanisation (been reading to many kylo ren fics)

A/N: thank you for putting your age 😭😭 This is a bit diff to the kinks list thing I did, guess I'm in a certain m o o d

“Gooood girl,” Reki coos as you drop the ball back into his palm. Your hips wiggle at the praise, the tail attached to the buttplug nestled in your ass tickling the back of your thighs as it swings. Reki gently throws the ball to the other side of his workshop. You don’t move, staring adoringly at him.

“Okay, fetch.” Reki gives you permission and you bound over to where the ball is rolling to a halt. You open your mouth to grab the ball, pausing to make sure the ball was firmly in your clutch before heading back to your Master and dropping it by his feet.

“Such a good girl,” Reki tells you, crouching so he could roughly pet your head with both hands. You just wiggle your butt more in happiness. The red haired male leans back, amber eyes flicking up to your now lopsided ears. Strong fingers pull the band back into position, giving your head one last pet. You flop onto your back, showing him your tummy as you pant in response. “I have the cleverest puppy in the entire world.” Reki coos down at you in his baby voice. It has heat burning across your cheeks at how he uses a tone made for animals on you. The heat in between your thighs is molten from it though. He runs a hand down your front, stopping at your dripping pussy and cupping his hand over it. You whine and roll your hips into him, hoping to get some stimulation on your clit.

“Awww, is my puppy girl in heat? Is that why she’s humping my hand like a bitch? Need something inside of you?” Reki asks in a condescending tone. You can only whimper in response, begging him with your brown eyes to help you. Instead, the male stands up and stares down at you.

“Heel.” You roll back onto hands and knees, sidestepping you’re by his heels. Reki gives you a head pat as a reward then strides to the other side where his workbench is located. You keep in line with him, never straying from his heels.

“Such a clever girl. Who’s a clever girl? Are you a clever girl?” Reki asks as he sits down in the chair. Your butt frantically shakes and you let out a few short barks at the words. Reki laughs at how happy you are, resisting the urge to go back to playing with you. He turned the chair back to the table and began tinkering with some skateboard objects. You sit back on your heels, shaking your head just to hear your collar jingle, the heart-shaped pendant with “Reki’s” hitting the material of the collar and your clavicle a few times. For a few minutes, you’re content to just sit and watch your Master work away. Eventually, though you get bored. A hand bats the seated male’s thigh, getting his attention.

“What’s the matter? What does my good girl need?” Reki asks, stopping all his work to give you his full concentration. You turn your head to the small box of toys and make a whining noise. “Go ahead, princess, pick one,” Reki gives you permission, comprehending your noises- it had taken a while to not talk in this headspace but Reki had put so much time and effort into your training that gradually you had gotten better at not talking. Your head tilts to the side as you look at the toys in the box, trying to decide which toy you want. Reki calls your name, a sign to hurry up with the choosing. You pick a blue rubber bone, grabbing it in your jaw and trotting to your Master.

“Whatcha pick?” Reki ask, hand out for you to drop it in. You’re not feeling bratty so immediately let it fall into his waiting palm. Even though at the end of every session Reki cleans all the toys used, he stills reaches into a drawer and gets a wet wipe to clean it, using a tissue to dry it off. Once cleaned and dried he hands it vertically back to you. You jump up onto your knees to grab it, half the toy sticking out of your lips. Reki snorts, the curves at the end of the thin bone making it look like balls and a penis disappearing into your hot mouth. Your head tilts again, confused at why Master was chucking at you. Reki just rubs the top of your head and gets back to his work. You decide your puppy brain is too small to try and understand why he was laughing and instead crawl under the table to lay on the pink cushion Reki had placed.

Having the bone in your mouth makes it even harder than normal to think of anything other than sucking Reki’s long cock. You don't even notice your head starting to bob up and down the long, thin part of the bone until you feel it wobbling. You cage it in between your inner wrists, not even thinking about using your hands with their opposable thumbs. With the additional support, you begin to sink your mouth down the bone. Saliva drips from your lips, making the slide easier. It doesn’t take too many bobs until your lips are wrapped around the bottom of the shaft, your tongue swirling around the rounded bone ends. You rest there for a few moments, eyes rolled back as you relish having something fulling your mouth. A few more butt wiggles escape without you realising; you’re too out of it to even acknowledge that at some point in your blowjob your hips had raised, back arching to show you were ready to be mounted.

“Seems my good girl is more a slut than a good girl,” Reki states. You dart your eyes up, not even bothering to remove the toy, Reki stares down at you, resting his head on one hand. He doesn’t look angry so you wiggle your butt. Your Master sighs and pushes away from the table, one hand snatching a handful of your hair and pulling you towards his crotch. “If you wanted to be a cocksucker you should have told me,” he scolds, one hand managing to undo his belt and pop his button. Your eyes are focused on the bulge straining at the seam of his jeans. The skater lets go of your hair for a few seconds to unzip his flyer and wrestle his trousers down enough to free his dick. Unfortunately, he forgot to account for his over-eager puppy. The moment you felt his hand let go of your hair, you jerk forward and nuzzle his clothed member. A hiss above you indicates that Master enjoyed your actions and you move to rub your cheek against the rough material again but Reki jerks your head back with the back of your collar. You choke for a second but let the male manhandle you into the position he wants.

“So fucking impatient,” Reki mutters under his breath, one hand wrapping around the base of his freed dick. Your tongue lolls out, never breaking eye contact as he slowly pumps his cock. “Sit,” Reki instructs. Immediately, you obey flattening the tops of your feet onto the floor, resting your weight on them then opening your legs. Your hands rest in the space between your knees and you lean forward so you can roll your feet onto their sides to be more comfortable.

“You want to suck my dick? Let it hit the back of your throat?” Reki asks, bringing the hand that had been jerking his shaft to your mouth. Lips opening, Reki shoves his digits in, the salt taste of his precum making your eyes roll back. “Speak if you want to be a useful cocksucker.”

You pull back, sucking in a breath to start begging Reki for permission to suck his cock. A split second before the words tumble out of your spit-covered lips you remember that puppies don’t talk. You bark up at your Master, praying it would be the right thing.

“Go ahead,” Reki tells you. You can’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed at him using his baby voice to order you around. Having sucked the toy and aching to pleasure Reki, you manage to take him all the way down to the base in one go. A few soft curses fall from Reki’s lips; you flick your eyes back up at his knowing how much he loved the sight of you kneeling between his legs, lips wrapped around his dick and your big doe eyes staring at him. Reki rolls his hips, dick inching even further down. The action causes you to gag and pull back a little, Reki’s hand gripping the back of your head allowing you to do so. Thick strands of drool connect your plump lips to the tip of his dick.

Your Master lets you catch your breath for a moment then tugs you back onto his dick. This time his hand is more firm, controlling your movements; when your nose reaches the red curls, your Master keeps you there, groaning at the feel of your throat spasming around the intrusion. You swallow back a gag, Reki jerking his hips up into your mouth at the pleasure. One hand skims up his leg to play with his balls, your tongue sticking out to try and lap them. Reki releases your head and you pull off his dick, wrapping your lips around one and using one hand to massage the other whilst your other hand jerks your boyfriend off. You worship his balls as Reki mutters a mixture of swears and praises, switching to suck on his other testicle and then again to kitten lick his mushroom tip, lapping up the bead of precum.

You can hear Reki edging closer to the edge, the way his pants and moans became louder and more frequent. Your Master uses your collar to pull you off his cock with a popping noise, frantically jerking off in front of you. Your tongue slips out and laps at his tip to give him extra pleasure.

“St-stick your-fuck-tongue out,” Reki tells you breathlessly. You comply without hesitation. The visual of you, on your knees, puppy ears on your head and your tongue sticking out, is the push he needs, spurting cum onto your face and tongue. Reki slouches against the back of the chair, trying to catch his breath. Your tongue remains to stick out, drool dripping from both corners but you ignore it and concentrate on keeping his cum on your tongue.

“What a good girl,” murmurs your Master as he takes in your position, head still leaning back on the chair. “Keeping my cum on her tongue until I tell her to swallow,” you whine in the back of your throat, wanting desperately to do just that. “Go ahead, swallow for me.” You exaggerate the action and open your mouth afterwards. Reki groans appreciatively, a hand lazily stroking your hair. You close your eyes and relax into the sensation, head resting on his thigh. The fire between your legs rages on, hotter than ever, but you’re content for just Reki to get to orgasm. Your eyes snap open when two arms scoop you up and drop you into your Master’s lap.

“Oh, puppy, you really thought I’m not gonna fuck your wet pussy as well?”

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