#yandere!tendou
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loverboy <3
loverboy characters who eat you out so sweetly, tracing heart shapes with their thumbs on your clit while they tongue your cunt 💝 also tracing their names on your cunt with their tongue too, making you guess what they’re spelling out!
౨ৎ gojo satoru, getou suguru, itadori yuuji, oikawa tooru, tendou satori, mattsun issei <3
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I AM THINKING SO MANY THOUGHTS RN WHO DO YOU THINK WOULD MAKE YOU COCKWARM THEM WHILE YOU STUDY/DO HOMEWORK
He says it helps you focus, but you have your doubts.
It stimulates your brain, he says, and yet the only thing you can focus on is the way his fingertips dig into your sides, pressing against your soft skin just a bit too tightly. He’s holding you in place, but there’s something about the way he’s touching you that makes you think he’s trying to keep you from moving less because you want to, and more because he needs you to stay.
And with the way his breath hitches ever so slightly as you shift in his lap, you’re starting to think you’re right.
His breath is hot against your neck, words airily whispered and growled against your skin as you stare down at the papers sprawled across the desk before you. The black ink is hard to read, but then again everything is hard when he’s got you practically impaled on him, his girth stretching you out and making you squirm.
It’s all so unbearably warm – the swirling in your lower stomach, his breath, the way warm precum slowly oozes out of him and into you with each accidental clench around him. (The latter is accompanied by a small groan as well as the tiniest, oh so jerky buck of his hips upwards, trying to get deeper inside you, to fill you up more and more.)
He says it helps you to get your work done when he’s got you warming his cock, because it serves as motivation to work faster, harder, more efficiently – ironically, it seems to be doing just the opposite. Every thought is taken up by him him him, with the way he’s clutching onto you, his thighs occasionally twitching, his Adam’s Apple bobbing against your head as he shakily swallows.
C’mon, he tells you, his voice seemingly calm, though you can hear the slightest undertone of something hidden in his words. You know this – Professor went over it last week.
You gulp, willing yourself to ignore the way his hand slowly wanders upwards, fingers trailing over the sensitive skin of your sides.
I don’t remember… You mutter, biting your lip as his hand slows to a stop, right underneath your breast.
It’s silent for a moment, before he sighs softly, resting his forehead against the back of your head. Think hard – how much energy is used in this bond…
He’s talking, you know, but you can’t focus – not with the way he shifts you in his lap, trying to get a better view of the paper. You yelp slightly, the sudden bout of pleasure not going unnoticed by him.
His cock twitches inside you.
Now, we calculate… He whispers, and suddenly his hand is moving again, sliding up up up, over your breast and squeezing, your lower lip sitting between your teeth. A slender finger moves to lightly toy at your nipple through the thin material of your tshirt. He audibly gulps behind you.
Just like that, that’s it. He encourages, watching as you drag the pencil across the paper, your movements sluggish and weak. It makes him feel good, watching the way you struggle – all because of him.
Almost done, finish baby. Please, please finish. He tells you, and you’re finally able to put your finger on the underlying tone in his voice – desperation.
You can’t help the way your pussy clamps down, making his hips snap upwards, a small shudder racking his body. You can feel the muscles underneath the tshirt he wears tense, moving his body to press flush against your back. Fuck. He grips your tit particularly hard, harshly hissing between his teeth at the pressure of your velvety walls around him.
The air in the room is thick with desire, his fingers impatiently pressing at you, his thighs flexing with the strain of controlling himself. It’d be so, so easy to pin you down to the desk – your pants are already off, your pretty hole sucking him in like you need him, and with how wet you are around him, he’s sure you want this just as badly as he does.
He licks his lips, watching as you scribble the last few numbers – 3, 2, 1…
You finish with a sigh, letting the pencil clatter to the ground, and suddenly your whole world is turning upside down as he groans and grasps your waist once more, spinning you around so that you’re facing him, a leg on either side of his body. You steady yourself with two hands on his chest but it’s too late – he’s bouncing you up and down before you have a chance to even breathe.
F-fuck baby, so smart! He moans, his head lolling back slightly, eyes shut tightly. His lips part, uneven breaths spilling past them as he moves you up and down, faster and faster and faster, his own hips driving upwards to meet you.
He’s fucking you so deep, his tip rubbing right against the spot that has you seeing stars. You can’t even try to hold back the whines that bubble in your throat, but he doesn’t care. He wants to hear you, and as encouragement, a hand moves down to slap at your ass.
‘m so – so damn proud, my smart baby, fuck fuck fuck – He’s blabbering, incoherent as he struggles to hold off his orgasm. The pleasure is mounting and mounting, but he’ll be damned if he comes before you. You were so good, working so hard and diligently, and you kept him all nice and warm and wet and fuck how are you still so goddamn tight –
He’s gripping you even tighter than before, your poor tits bouncing in every direction as he uses you like his personal sex toy. It’s carnal, the way his hips snap into yours, balls clapping against your ass over and over. He lets out a particularly loud gasp, head falling forward and letting his teeth lightly sink into your shoulder, squeezing his eyes shut as his abs contract and tighten and ache –
Come for me come for me come for me, he begs, his voice thin and uneven, the desperation clouding his every thought. Fingers clumsily find their way to your clit, rubbing in circles that make you gasp and shudder.
Soon it’s all too much, your orgasm hitting and fuck, the way your walls flutter and massage his length makes him lose his fucking mind, the pleasure so intense. He’s nearly sobbing as he cries out your name, clutching you against his chest and moving to wrap his arms around you. He’s fully fucking into you now, his hips snapping up into yours hard enough to leave you physically bouncing, and the choked, gasping sounds falling past his lips as he comes leave your head spinning.
There’s just so much of it – runny and off-white, spilling down around his cock and running down your thighs, dripping down onto his balls and he shudders and heaves, still fucking up into you like you’re some kind of personal drug. It’s euphoric; he doesn’t want the moment to end, feeling you in his arms, clinging onto him and murmuring his name. It’s perfection, but all too soon your wet, spongy walls are too much for him, the oversensitivity leaving his brain scrambled.
He slows to a stop, chest heaving as he keeps you tucked against his chest, sweat formed at his temples as he murmurs your name. Over and over, like it’s some sort of prayer – and to him, maybe it is.
Your homework, complete and neatly filled out, lays forgotten as he hugs you tighter, burying his face into your neck. Declarations of love slip past his lips, slurred and so grandiose it almost scares you. You’re just classmates, both attending the same university – nothing close to actual lovers, and certainly not in love. He’s just a classmate who offered to help tutor you. And yet, as he slowly, oh so fucking slowly, pulls out of you some twenty minutes later, you can’t find it in yourself to care.
He does help you keep up your grades in the class, and you really can’t fail this chemistry class, can you? It’s worth it to sit through the sappy, somewhat deranged confessions of how he wants to keep you with him forever and ever.
After all, he’s not serious, right?
Kei Tsukishima, Satori Tendou, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Morisuke Yaku, Takahiro Hanamaki, Aran Ojiro
(Honorary mention to those who have you cockwarm them so they can focus – you’re sat in their lap, with your head resting in the crook of his neck. One hand sits comfortably on your ass, the other scribbling across the paper or highlighting the textbook. His lips are wet from licking them, his heart rate so damn high as he tries to ignore the way your pretty body feels against his, your pussy all warm and wet and snug against the sensitive skin of his cock. He twitches, shudders, his whole body desperate to just move, to fuck that pretty cunt of yours that all spread out on him.
It's an accountability thing, more than anything – with each problem he finishes, he allows himself three good, solid thrusts into you. It’s a slow, methodical fucking, one that makes him all the more needy for you. He likes the delayed gratification of it all – the way he has to physically pause and count to ten before he starts his work again, trying to focus on literally anything but the way you sound moaning his name, how your nails feel against his back, how your thighs clench around his abdomen. He tries to focus on anything but the way he wants to stuff you so full of his cock that you’re crying, blabbering and dependent on him to even think.
And once he finishes his work? Oh – it’s over for you, and your poor, perfect little cunt.
He’ll destroy you.
Tetsurou Kuroo, Ryunosuke Tanaka, Tsutomu Goshiki, Yuji Terushima, Atsumu Miya)
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May I request Chuuya, Dazai, Kageyama, Tendou, Yuuji(jjk), and Urie with an s/o who has social anxiety. Happy new year 🎉
Tags: @naeho @flaming-vulpix @shumidehiro @leveyani
Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusion, protective behavior, clinginess, isolation, manipulation, threats, co-dependence
S/o has social anxiety
Kuki Urie
🖤He knows that it’s very much wrong to feel this way but Urie can’t stop himself from enjoying your social anxiety at times. He’s someone who wants to be useful to you, mainly by protecting you and making you feel safe and that is what ends up happening due to your fear of interacting with others. You tend to stick close to his side since he’s your boyfriend, let him do most of the talking when someone approaches you two and are very skittish when you’re left alone, terrified that someone might try to talk to you since your nervousness shows. This gives him a lot of control and power in the relationship, something that isn’t healthy, yet even if Urie knows that, at times it just gets to his head. The problem is that even if he tries to encourage you to be socially active, you often just run back to him when you’re too scared.
🖤The way you clutch his hand in your own sweaty palm and hide behind him always shatters his rational side telling him to have you adapt a bit better. How couldn’t he when he sees you shaken to your core? Slowly he starts resigning himself to the new role he has to take as your boyfriend and soon he starts liking it. Sure, it’s unhealthy and your borderline co-dependence on him is toxic but you seem so much happier and at ease with the way things are right now. You’re feeling good and protected when he’s with you and that’s all Urie really wants. He reacts slightly aggressive when his own Squad points out that your relationship isn’t really healthy even if a part of him silently agrees with them.
Tobio Kageyama
🌧️Poor boy is a bit overwhelmed with his darling but he really only wants the best for them. Unfortunately his good intentions can come across as very overbearing most of the time. He’s just very protective of you due to your fear to speak with other people and the fact that you come running to him so often since you’re more comfortable around him, Kageyama also ends up getting the wrong idea. He’s not really letting you leave that much without him because what would happen if you’d end up needing his help with something? Worst is that you would rather prefer being with him.
🌧️You feel so much more comfortable when he’s with you since he can just take over the socializing part for you. It becomes such a routine for him that at one point he low-key normalizes it without fully acknowledging that you should require some help. Even if his friends tell him that he should help you with your problem instead of coddling you by doing what you want to avoid, he just can’t deny you the moment you become anxious in public. He’s too protective to see you struggling like this. No, instead he starts turning angry when someone starts making you uncomfortable, even if they had no bad intentions at all.
Satori Tendou
❤️Tendou finds himself stuck in a bit of a moral dilemma when it comes to his darling. On the one hand he also feels a very sick enjoyment by having you rely on him so much but he also understands that your social anxiety is a hindrance since social interaction is unavoidable, no matter how hard you may try. It isn’t really healthy. Obviously he helps you when you struggle which oftentimes just ends with him doing everything in the end as you end up feeling too embarrassed and nervous, hiding behind his tall form. It’s very hard forcing you into something when you’re shaking, have clammy hands and keep on looking at him for reassurance. Honestly, at times he just scares some people away with his creepy looks when they make you very visibly anxious and don’t seem to have plans to leave anytime soon.
❤️Satori is still doing what he can to help somehow since he knows that you yourself are sometimes frustrated because you just can’t hold a normal conversation and ask for help. To not push you into cold water right away though, he starts by having you around Ushijima and the other volleyball players in his team. They’re quite a chaotic bunch so he deems that if you’ve gotten used to them, being around others should be easier. He’s also trying to take you out more, although he never leaves your side once. All his good intentions aside though, sometimes Tendou feels insecure about himself too. When that happens, your clingy behavior and reliance on him is reassuring and he’ll even encourage it to feel better about himself.
Dazai Osamu
🤎I don’t think that you’d be much surprised to find out that Dazai would love this a little bit too much. You’ve just given him the golden ticket to enable him to do what he wants. It isn’t hard to notice that you struggle enormously with social interactions and this gives the man a great idea on how to manipulate you and make you dependent on him. All he has to do is get close to you and then worsen your already anxious condition to have you fully rely on him. As soon as you have opened your heart for him, he starts spreading his poison. Always taking over in public, something you tend to let him do very gladly. After all it spares you all the potential embarrassment and struggles to speak up.
🤎Just like that he coaxes you into letting him handle everything which worsens your social skills and makes you all the more bashful and nervous when he isn’t with you. You find yourself unwilling to leave the house much if Dazai can’t be with you since you’ve grown too accustomed with him being the one in charge. Your avoidance of social events leads you to spend a lot of time with Dazai at home and he mostly doesn’t mind. Sometimes though he craves to see you all anxious and nervous, struggling to speak to strangers and ultimately hiding behind him. It’s adorable~
Nakahara Chuuya
🟠Little, aggressive man here only grows easier irritable with someone like his s/o. Chuuya is a very protective man so he can not bear to see you as scared and nervous as you often are. Technically he knows that the other person mostly isn’t at fault, he’s aware of your social anxiety. He just can’t keep his temper though, especially if you look at him with those frightened and pleading eyes which make his heart burst. Your social anxiety and his easily trigger-happy temper make for a very bad combo in public so Chuuya spends a lot of his time with you inside his house where he knows that you feel far more comfortable.
🟠He feels great seeing you far more happy and comfortable, so much more loving now that you aren’t a nervous mess. A part of him still knows that this isn’t healthy and that he probably should help you. He does try at times, takes you outside and encourages you to interact with the people on the cash register or with the waiter/waitress ready to take your order. Such attempts often end up with him doing everything in the end though. He’s initially always a bit disappointed, clear by the small sigh he gives, but it’s all forgotten when you break out of your shell and shower him with affection at home.
Itadori Yuji
🩷Yuji is a supportive boyfriend so he’d definitely take it upon himself to help you with your social anxiety. Sure, sometimes it’s cute when you squirm nervously behind him but he knows that social interaction is important. He himself is socially very active and loves to take you outside for dates as well and whilst he doesn’t mind staying at times home with you, he eventually grows bored. Now, Yuji doesn’t expect you to be the ultimate social butterfly but he wants to reduce your anxiety of talking to strangers and your refusal to ask questions when you need help. If you’re too uncomfortable starting with total strangers, he just asks his friends and his sensei to help you a bit out of your shell. Nobara says that she thinks it’s a bit ridiculous but ends up being the one most supportive out of his teammates anyways.
🩷Mainly because she thinks that Megumi is too gloomy to be much of a help and Gojo…well, is Gojo. He visits the same shops and places with you so you grow accustomed to the staff and the people working there, encourages you to speak up for yourself. The pink-haired boy never leaves you alone though so you always have a feeling of reassurance by having him next to you. It’s really sweet, he praises you and compliments you when you do manage to speak up for yourself and showers you in little kisses but also isn’t disappointed if you can’t do something. He’s celebrating even the small steps you take but don’t worry, if it’s too much he’s there to take over for you.
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“tell me where is hurts love” - {wakatoshi ushijima}
When your period cramps are so bad you start to cry.
The rain starts to heavily hit against your kitchen window as you stood there in your panties and your spaghetti strap shirt holding a cup of now warm chamomile tea.
You had the cup pressed against the center of your pain. Usually your cramps are bad but never this bad, you kept staring out the window every now and then using your free hand to wipe the bead of sweat dripping down your forehead.
And normally you’d do this same routine every cycle but what’s different this time is your boyfriend is home for the first time in two months. And any other time you’re on your period he’s never around, another wave of cramps stabbed into your abdomen and you accidentally dropped the coffee cup on the ground.
The ceramic cup shattered around you creating a large crashing sound that anyone from a twenty mile radius could hear. Bending down to pick up the broken pieces tears prickled on your bottom lash line.
“Y/n?” Your boyfriend of five years spoke from behind you, he walked over noticing the broke glass and his first instinct was to move you out the way so that you don’t get hurt. He easily forced his grip under your arms and picked you up off the ground placing you on top of the island.
He hadn’t even noticed the tears streaming down his precious girlfriends face. He started to pick up the glass and throwing into a plastic bag before tying that off and tossing it in the big trash bin. He turned to see you looking at him with teary eyes, “Honey what’s wrong?” He placed his now cleaned hands around your waist, his thumbs gently rubbed along your exposed skin.
You dropped your head into the crook of his neck trying to calm yourself down, “I’m sorry it’s nothing, I just need a minute.” He sighed and fully wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him. Your legs wrapped around him as he picked you up slowly walking the both of you over to the sofa. He sat down and you laid down on top of him hiccuping from all the crying.
He rubbed the lower part of your back and his movement were soothing your pain more than the warm cup of tea was. The heavy rain was soothing your mind and his hands were soothing your body.
“My cramps…hurt badly.” You spoke lifting your head up a bit to look down at him. His neutral expression softened a little bit seeing your saddened face. “Do you want me to kiss it better?” He asked with that same dull angered expression, if you didn’t know your boyfriend well enough you would’ve assumed he was being sarcastic. But he was serious.
You nodded your head in acceptance and in one swift motion he rolled over placing you on your back while pulling your legs around his waist. He sat snug between your legs and placed his hands on the base of your stomach. “Tell me where it hurts love.” His words flew through your body and ran all the way up to your cheeks.
Gently gripping his hands you placed them right where your stomach was hurting the most. His hands immediately started to work into your aching muscles, and while his hands massaged into you he leaned his face close to your having his lips hover over yours. You smiled closing the itching gap between the two of you, his tongue immediately forced its way into yours as his hands pressed harder onto your cramps.
A small moan left your mouth and into his deepening the kiss you two were sharing. “Better?” You nodded your head yes in satisfaction, he pulled away moving lower where his head laid on your chest. You ended up falling asleep with one hand in his short olive hair and the other rested on his back.
He glanced up at you shivering a bit from your labored breathing, your nose was starting clog from the crying and all he did was smile cuddling closer to your body.
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what are you waiting for to make a sequel of yandere Tendou? Happy ending for our two darlings. 😝 or if you love tragedy. They can die together but who love sad endings? We all love happy endings but it's up to you. Whatever. I love your stories.
yan! Tendou part two >"< 🩵
author's note: anon, you have a patience of gold, thank you for the request tho! hope you enjoy this little drabble of mine
tw: suggestive, overall mentions of sex, body dysmorphia, kidnapping and escaping; female bodied reader;
all characters are 18+
I DO NOT CONDONE THIS TYPE OF BEHAVIOR IN REAL LIFE
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Crazy how the person you once hated the most became your savior in these harsh times.
He became the one to comfort you when no one would, the one to take care of you, to caress your cheek when you wake up in the morning, saying, "I love you". The one who was ready to devote his whole life for you.
The sun's rays made their way into the room, illuminating part of your face. He trusted you enough to allow you to be on the first floor.
Lovingly looking into his eyes with a drop of desperation, you softly muttered,
"baby.. let's fucking run away from this place.."
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It was a year and a half, and somehow, to your surprise, he didn't disgust you that much no more. You even started to find him attractive again - his sharp canines that'd roughly bite into your juicy skin while you both were wriggling in the sheets.
His beautiful athletic body, that would carry you to the bath after another steamy love-making session, that would chase after you whenever his attention wasn't as sharp and you could slip through the doors of the house to escape him.
His pale skin, which had your left scratches on his back, that had your hickeys and bite marks.
His red hair you loved to grab on when his tongue was exploring your pussy or run through when you were laying together.
His smile when he was watching you doing anything.
His slightly curved upwards member, that has made you orgasm and grab onto his body so many times.
"Need me so much ~?" he muttered softly, nonchalantly hitting your G spot.
Somehow, this horror at the beginning has turned into a romantic story.
At the end of the day, maybe his intentions weren't that bad. Maybe you just misunderstood him.
He actually provided for you, took care of you, healed your self-esteem and body dysmorphia. He actually loved you.
It felt like you could live again.
What once was hated now has become a sudden blessing. You were so glad to be loved by him.
"I love you, I love you," you spell countless times.
Holding his face in both of your hands, giving soft smooches over his cheeks, forehead, and nose.
He looked at you as a happy puppy meeting his new owner of heart.
Only he was thinking the same about you.
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I’m just picturing ushijima messing up a serve and it accidentally hits the reader who is filling up water bottles for the team. The hall hits them right in the stomach, knocking the wind out of them. And Ushijima is just absolutely devastated. This guy cannot believe that he just served a ball into y/n, who is a “frail kitten”
You’d think he killed you, well in his eyes he practically did. Even the whole team is shell shocked because it hurts to even return on of his serves, let alone get hit in the stomach by one. A large black bruise forms quickly after the accident, making him feel even worse then before. Ushijima makes it a rule that you’re not allowed to leave the blench during their practices.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO CAUSE NOW I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT A SMALL KITTEN'S FACE BEING REPLACED BY READER'S FACE AND IN USHIJIMA'S MIND, YOU'RE NOW PERMANENTLY SEEN AS THAT- "A FRAIL KITTEN"
The moment the ball hit you, everything came to a stop. The bottle you were holding, drops and you do as well, curling into yourself as you hold your stomach and start crying. That's when they all come running to you.
"Y/n? Y/n, are you okay?" Semi asks while Ushijima quietly turns you over on your back. You're just groaning in pain, crying as you shake your head, and Ushjima has to pry your hands away and lift up your shirt to see your reddening stomach.
"Shit." Tendou whispered. Ushijima simply picked you up and shushed you when you whined, running out of the gymnasium to the nearest hospital, with Tendou and Semi in tow, while the rest of the team stayed behind to explain to the coach what happened.
"Nothing's broken, so that's good. However, she did have some internal bleeding on her right side. We've fixed that but she will need a lot of rest, avoid strenuous exercises for a while. She might experience shortness of breath, abdominal pain and nausea for a while, but that's okay. But if she starts bleeding from her nose, eyes, ears or there's blood in her stool, she needs to come see me immediately." The doctor told Ushijima while you slept in the room.
Soon they brought you back to the dorms and Ushijima tucked you in bed, brushing the hair out of your face as a tear finally slipped from his eye. He did this to you. You have a large bruise because Ushijima slapped the ball out of court, and it hit you.
Wait. What were you doing near the court? Didn't he tell you to stay put on the bench?
You were filling up water bottles for them, and as sweet as it was, you almost died because of him. You're lucky the ball didn't break any bone, or else Ushijima would've actually thought that he'd killed you.
This is your fault as much as its his. He told you to stay on the bench for a reason, which was so that you dont get hit by the balls. And you didn't listen! If you weren't so bruised up, Ushijima might've finally punished you, but you need to rest.
He doesn't why you don't listen to him. Don't you know that he only wants the best for you? Does he need to tie down to the bench? Put a leash on you? Cant you see-
Wait. Leash. Ushijima's seen some parents putting leashes on their unruly kids.
Maybe that's something he could look into, considering how useful it'd be when you try to get lost in the sea of people during tournaments. Hell, he could even tie your leash to the bench.
Ushijima pulled out his phone and googled "child safety harnesses".
He's not losing his frail little kitten ever again.
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Requested on my Wattpad.
It’s pretty short but I wasn’t sure what else to write.
Title: Ache
Pairings: Tendou Satori x Reader
WARNINGS: Yandere themes, suggestive themes, spoiler for timeskip, chubby reader
Summary: Tendou feels an ache for you that won’t go away.
Part 2: here
ache
/verb/
feel an intense desire for:
Tendou had always had big dreams.
When he became a chocolatier, he dreamed of obtaining Willy Wonka levels of fame. He wanted to create candies that were like no other. He made everything from chocolate that melted in your mouth to bars with a satisfying crunch to them.
For now, he ran a fairly large store, one that he was proud of, although he wished to one day create a chain. He had a variety of loyal customers- ones that came in often to purchase either a new chocolate each time or the same ones.
Among those loyal customers was you.
You were bright eyed and craving chocolate when you came into his store for the first time. He remembers it like it was yesterday, although it’d been well over a year by now. You had picked out three different bars: a milk chocolate that stayed warm without melting, a dark chocolate that wasn’t too bitter, and a white chocolate that was the perfect mix of crunchy and soft. You’d fallen in love with the flavors right away, eating them in the store in front of him. He’d felt a tug in his pants immediately when you tilted your head back and let out a little noise of satisfaction.
It made his mind wander to other situations where you might make that same noise.
Your body was so cute with a round tummy from eating sweets so often. He thought it was adorable and wanted nothing more than to scoop you up in his arms and feel you pressed up against him or squeeze your soft hips in his large hands.
He had spent a week praying that you’d come back into his store. His prayers were answered when you walked back in, buying three more chocolates. (This time it was a coffee flavor, mint chocolate, and little balls of milk chocolate.)
He remembered your every order, always excited to see what you’d choose next. He found himself nearly rushing his new creations, just in case you ran out of new flavors to try. You had your favorites that you returned to sometimes, like the hot chocolate bar on cold winter nights, but you really loved to try new things.
He loved to strike up a conversation with you when it wasn’t too busy. He was outgoing and confident, but you managed to make him feel small and shy. His throat would run dry every time he talked to you.
You were an enigma to him, something that he wished to know everything about. His conversations with you could only tell him so much. He wanted to follow you home, find out what kind of things you liked to buy other than chocolate, but he didn’t close the store until nighttime- well after you’d already left.
It was late at night when he’d really think about you. On the days you didn’t come into the store, he missed you dearly. On the days you did, he’d let his hand wander under his pants as he pictured you licking the chocolate from your plush lips as you ate in front of him, like always.
It took a while for Tendou to realize he was in love with you, so much so that it hurt. His heart, his soul, his mind, and his body all ached for you. It was painful not to see you, to be with you.
It took every ounce of courage to invite you to tour his factory. He was too scared to call it a date. He worked tirelessly to create the perfect chocolates for you to try.
His favorite would put you right to sleep.
#yandere#yandere haikyuu#yandere x reader#haikyuu!!#yandere one shot#one shot#yandere tendou#tendou satori
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who would be the top five scariest haikyuu yanderes to run away from and why👀
Hmmmm this is an interesting one 🤔🤔
5. Tendou
Mainly scary because he sees it more as a game. Like a big game of hide and seek. And he’s fast, he will easily catch up to you. You could be screaming and crying about how much you hate him after being caught by him, and he would just chalk it up to you being a sore loser because he caught up to you.
4. Iwaizumi
Mostly just scary because he’s a scary guy in general. He will yell at you. He will yell and yell and yell and threaten you while chasing you. He would never hurt you, no, but he will threaten you. And once he catches you again he will not stop.
3. Ushijima
Absolutely terrifying from how calm he is. He’s so confident he’s going to catch you. Ushijima is a professional athlete, he will catch you in a matter of minutes. He will hold his hand against your mouth to keep you from screaming and carry you all the way home with just one arm.
2. Kyoutani
He is so so so angry. He’s genuinely so mad that he’s chasing after you with practically steam coming out of his ears. He stays completely silent the whole time bringing you home and he will lock you up immediately whether it be in a closet or basement. He has to leave you there and leave the apartment because he’s so angry and he doesn’t want to hurt you physically.
1. Sugawara
You can fight me on this but I think Suga is the most terrifying haikyuu yandere. He is so delusional, he sees this as an act of rebellion. Or perhaps you’re simply a little out of it today. Even so he’s comforting you after you escape. He won’t even listen to your crying and screams. He isn’t afraid to punish you either. You need a rough spanking or two to get you back to your normal self. Or a night or two in the dark cold basement.
#mango speaks#mango answers#🥭🥭🥭#this is the kinda stuff I usually answer on my other blog is it’s weird to answer this here lol#yandere haikyuu#yandere tendou#yandere iwaizumi#yandere ushijima x reader#yandere kyoutani#yandere sugawara
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you gave them a love letter
: ̗̀➛ tendou (haikyuu), jason todd and dick grayson (dc), arisu (aib)
SATORI TENDOU
-> he believed to be a joke at first. of course he loves you since he met you, but seeing you giving him a small piece of paper full of hearts made him question himself for moments.
-> “ did someone asked you to do that?” the words coming out from his mouth are sour and somehow, he still with that energetic and fun expression he always wear with everyone he knows, “ no? you gave to me genuinely?”
-> damn it. he is now a mixed of sadness and happiness, you care about him, you love him and he almost destroy it with his stupid jokes. satori smiled when you told him that as longer he goes out with you on a date, you will forgive it.
-> “ then let’s go somewhere after my training! In fact, why you come with me to the training? I will introduce you as my significant other and coach will let you help there, the old man gots a soft spot for you since you are my lucky charm.”
JASON TODD
-> he wished that you gave him personally. when he came back to life and had those fights, problems and discussion with his family, friends and then resolved with them, living happily, jason couldn’t forget for what you did.
-> you two were closed way before the joker incident, he had a crush on you, but he never knew how you had feelings towards him til he read the letter alfred gave him. the butler told the boy how sad and destroyed you were hearing the news of his death, then you left gotham for good, but not before having a small conversation with alfred and then gave him the sweet letter.
-> he is back now, but for what cost? jason doesn’t know to approach you, you moved on from him and even has a little kid who you recently adopted by yourself, he can’t just show up from nowhere, at least not now. He have to think more about it.
DICK GRAYSON
-> he felt weird, not in a bad way though, yet something inside him is calling him out. he recently found out about barbara cheating on him with his mentor and then move out to bludhaven to begin a new life, but not before having a proper talk with his beloved, you.
-> you two met recently and somehow, you stole his heart way faster than any girl managed. The smiles, gentle touches, homemade food you gave him made him imagine the future with you at his side, but that was ripped apart when you saw him bringing barbara home one day.
-> even with you two never saying “ oh we are dating right?” that was something sparking between him and you, but with that night with barbara at his apartment telling him abou the baby and you hearing, god… dick ruined everything and now you don’t even look at his face.
-> somehow, he called you and requested to met with you at the local diner nearby, he wasn’t waiting you to show up, but you didn’t. Your little brother show up instead and gave him a small package full of envelopes and dates, he recognized those, all those days were when he took you out somewhere and the most recently is the one he brought Barbara home.
-> he read all of them instantly and tears almost ruined the soft handwriting of yours, how could he be so dumb to destroy what you guys had? He will fixed it, he will trying to recover for all the mistake he has done, he will find a way to bring you to bludhaven with him. There is a small chance to everything goes back as used to.
RYOHEI ARISU
-> it’s must be a mistake. How can someone so cool, interesting, hard working and much more be in love with him? There is no way you are in love with him. Like, he loves you and admire you, but he… he never expected to feelings be mutual.
-> you gave him time to read it and he finished, he came to look for you and admit his feelings to you. It a sweet moment arisu will never forget in millions years, how your lips feel against his, your hands around him and the tears almost ruining his face.
-> he really doesn’t know how to do after it, he never took someone out and he prefer to not call anyone to help him, even being in the beach and having privacy is almost zero, so he took you out to his room to talka while laying down in his bed.
-> even with talking with you for what to seems hours and you sleeping next to him in his arms, arisu still doesn’t believe how you love him. This moment and much more events he will experience with you will never leave his mind, he loved you til the end and promise to himself that he will make you the happiest person alive.
@lyomeii stuff || don’t repost
#yandere headcanon#yandere imagine#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere male#yandere dc comics#yandere dick grayson#yandere jason todd#yandere satori tendou#satori tendo x reader#haikyuu x reader#yandere alice in borderland#yandere aib#jason todd x reader#dick Grayson x reader#arisu ryohei x reader#yandere arisu
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Gojo finds it hard to sleep most nights since meeting you.
2.2k, sfw, reader is gender neutral im pretty sure, maybe a little bit of angst with gojo’ s thoughts but honestly he’s a tall bottle of angst and wonderfully soft hair
You’re breathing steadily, chest rising and falling with each deep pull and push of your lungs. Your eyelids move occasionally, following along with some dream that he isn’t privy too. (You’ll tell him in the morning, something he always looks forward to as you retell those weird little dreams with too many hand gestures and the drink swishing around in your mug.) Your fingers twitch minutely and he wants to touch them- feel the breath in lungs, the blood rushing in your veins, the life in you. You’re breathing, moving, dreaming- all signs point to life.
Yet, he doesn’t believe it. Won’t believe that you can lay there so unaware of what could happen at any second. He doesn’t believe that you spent so many nights alone with no one to watch you, to keep you safe. It burns in his eyes and fingers to think of you sleeping so carelessly, so deep and sweetly. No matter how tired he is, the bags under his eyes and the lines creasing around his face, he won’t look away. He knows you would be upset- coaxing him so gently to lay beside you and slip into sleep. And he knows he would give in so easily to you, he always does. Your skin pressed to his as he finally relaxes and the tension spills from his bones- sleeping, dreaming, unaware, vulnerable, in danger, bloodied, scared-
He shakes his head a bit, white locks shifting with the motion as he blinks the fear away, blue eyes focusing back on your face. He shouldn’t be so fearful- the most powerful socercer who could rival God but won’t in fear of his own humanity. He exorcised every curse in the area, gotten rid of a few troublesome humans, even fixed that wobbly front step for you. Technically, this is the safest area in Japan after he cleared it out. Mainly as an over the top, grand display of his affection for you. Secretly as a grand display of his anxiety and stomach churning panic that happens whenever he thinks about you too much.
If asked, you couldn’t pinpoint when he started sleeping over; when his boots took up space in your closet or his cologne crowding your counter. You couldn’t tell for certain when preferred pillows became a thing (he needed the less lumpy one for his delicate hair) or when you would both wake up on early mornings pressed together. It seemed natural to you, just a common thing that happened- casual dating turns into a relationship at some point. Even with the great playboy Gojo Satoru (something you learn is greatly exaggerated; that image doesn’t match with the Gojo Satoru who gets excited over matching pajamas and rushes home with the newest B rated movie you both cringed over during the trailer. But most things with Gojo aren’t what they seem, you’ve learned).
He knows the exact time and date, the moment he knew he couldn’t, wouldn’t, leave you anymore. It was already a struggle, letting your hand drop from his as he left you at the front door, or reluctantly hung up the phone when he was away on missions and aching to hear you. It came one evening at the end of a perfect date. The sun setting in a blend of oranges and pinks, the spring breeze blowing the scent of cherry blossoms through the air as you both walked through your quiet neighborhood. Thats when the facade of ease broke within him- shattering like a thousand windows being blown out by a hurricane. Blood freezing in his veins, eyes widened behind his glasses, his lungs capsizing in the panic. The strongest sorcerer brought to a blood chilling stop by a foot tall curse wobbling on stubby legs nearby, some product of an angry neighbor. Fushiguro could have gotten rid of it as a child it was so low grade, but that was it for Gojo. A thickness coated his heart upon seeing you casually walk by- a sweet, wonderful, loving human unaware of slimy fingers reaching towards you, brushing the fabric of your clothes and soaking into you as it grumbled and teetered closer.
The attack was swift and unnoticed- a simple swipe of Gojo’s long fingers and it was gone without a trace. You didn’t even stutter as you continued talking about a work incident, swinging his hand in yours. Completely unaware of the dangers that lurked in your own neighborhood. He didn’t break either, throwing in little comments and light chuckles during your story. You didn’t notice subtle turns of his head sweeping over every inch of the houses cramped closed together. That was the last night he left you. A quick kiss on the doorstep, his forehead pressed to yours as he worked up the will to part with you. It took you a while to fall asleep, for him to see all of your lights go off from his spot down the street, hidden by the trees. He waited a few more moments before the stillness of your house assured him it was fine to leave. The last time he would.
The curse stayed with him long after- filling the corners of his heart and his mind that maybe if it was a higher grade, more than one, violent or a threat; the fingers that brushed you would have taken you from him too. After that night of no sleep and more exorcising than he had done in a while, he started leaving pieces of himself behind in your place, reasons to come over more often and reasons to stay. Reasons for him to show up unannounced on your doorstep with a wide grin and a loud greeting, lanky frame sliding past you with a lament of a forgotten shirt. Not that he truly needed a reason; not when your presence was the only thing that soothed him and made him feel alive for the first time in years. He knew how easily love could be taken from him, how easily you could be gone one day and leave him alone again. How easy it was for him to picture your mangled and bloodied body slumped against the wall. It feels like an illicit affair to him, the need to keep you hidden and safe, tucked away in his arms so nothing can touch you again. (Those thoughts came only when he was away, when your voice was staticky in his mind and the anxiety creeped up his throat at the thought of what is happening to you right now where are you who are you with they can’t protect you only he can only he can)
Somehow, in all of God’s graces that he doesn’t deserve, you accept it. Accept him staying over, intruding on your place and your life, welcoming him each and every time with open arms and a warm embrace. You don’t know, maybe never will, the thoughts and pain he goes through when he’s away from you and has flashbacks to the past like a never ending movie playing in his mind. It’s a loop in his mind- curses and blood and his name falling for the last time from lips he knew too well. It’s overwhelming for Gojo, heart-rate picking up and skin crawling from the tips of his fingers to his lungs. By God’s grace, the film stops, negative strip burning up whenever he sees you and hears the life in you- the heartache replaced with your soothing presence. Gojo can’t always have that calmness and night is where the anxiety sets in again, when he wants to swallow you whole and keep you safe in his bones. You’ll be safe with him, always with him only with him just stay with him forever and let him protect you because he can’t lose someone else again not you -
He’s broken out of his spiraling thoughts suddenly. Your breathing catches and he’s instantly dangling over you, limbs caging you in as his eyes frantically search for for wounds, blood, knives poking out or curses leeching from your lungs, perhaps a hand protruding from your chest with your bloodied, too good for this world heart in its claws, or-
“Fuck!” You scream, palms thrusting upwards and making him tumble from the bed. You follow quickly, catching him by the shoulders to push him flat on his back, an elbow finding its way to his chest. Just like he taught you and despite the sharp pain in his lung, he feels proud of you. You listen to him at his worst anxieties and take all his lessons with good graces.
There’s a few moment where your elbow increases in pressure with a confused daze until the moonlight catches his hair, dazzling eyes find yours. “Satoru what the hell?” You croak out, sleep still lingering in your throat that doesn’t match the scared eyes glaring down at him.
“Hi sweetie.” He huffs past your elbow crushing his throat and you let up with a gasp. “Nice turn around. That reaction time was great. You’re getting better and better. Maybe soon you can-“
“Toru,” your voice cuts him off and instantly he’s at peace. Heavily lidded eyes and a deflated chest as he looks up at your face. With the moonlight coming in, he’s never seen a more perfect angel and his heart seizes, those three devastating words on the tip of his tongue as he stares up at you. He wants to say them, every minute of every damn day, but just like always- it catches before he can admit the phrase that will once again damn him.
A sigh leaves your own tongue, head tilted to regard him. You know it’s pointless to argue, he’s too sly and silver tongued, and your bed is right there. Satoru might be over dramatic, an actor and outrageous at time- but you love him and can see the murkiness beneath his eyes. You give him slack for incidents like this. A lot of slack. And 3am is not the time to dig into his past no matter how much you want cradle him against your chest and let him release that pain. You sigh again, sitting back on his thighs and pushing yourself up. He stays underneath you, gazing up in awe with his lower jaw twitching with silent words. “Come to bed.”
That’s the true blow for him. The innocent in the command, the softness of your voice as you grip his shoulders and pull him up. He goes wordlessly, effortlessly, as you sit him on the edge of the bed. You catch his gaze, brillant blue looking up at you with such adoration it’s embarrassing and makes you shove him back onto the pillows. The two of you mold together seamlessly- your leg over his hip, his arm under your neck, you breath caressing his neck and his lips buried in your head.
He hates it. Hates how easily he melts, how quickly his guard is dropped with you in his arms. Hates how all his own curses and demons disappear with your touch. He thinks that you’re truly the most powerful, able to banish the curses in his mind that he cannot. How can he rival God when you’re the one who brings him to his knees, killing the demons surrounding him with a simple cradle of your fingers. Just a simple human and he’s broken.
He hates that he doesn’t notice the sun until it’s rising in the sky, late morning and even the birds are gone by the time his lashes flutter open. He hates that you have a sixth sense for when he wakes, you know that if you aren’t there then he will panic no matter how calm he seems. The sleep is still in his eyes when you come into view, padding into the room with a black shirt of his hugging your figure and full thighs barely visible. A cup, his cup, of something warm held carefully in your hands as you approach him.
“Morning Satoru.” You mumble, a kiss pressed to his temple.
It’s morning and he’s survived another night. He reckons you are the most powerful in the world as his heart settles once again behind his ribs and the warmth of coffee fills the space between you.
“Morning.”
#cant believe i did this before i finished touya-nii or tendou smh#the first thing i write since December and its….gojo 😩 pls end me#also there’s no yandere tendencies here….nope….none…#no thoughts of gojo keeping you safe and hidden away from the world….#gojo satoru#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru smut#jjk fic#🌥 cloudy writes jjk#🌥 cloudy writes
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Written by: Quiet Whispers of Affection
Edited by: Quiet Whispers of Affection
Date: 9/16/2022
Words: 547
Status: GREEN
Warnings: really none. There is slight mention of obsessive and unhealthy behavior in the synopsis and a little farther into the fic but nothing that is graphic or extreme.
Synopsis
Tendou Satori is the right hand man to Ushijima Wakatoshi, the powerful, yet relatively underground mafia lord. After seeing the head maid at work, caring, feeding, and schooling Ushijima’s children, he decides that he has to have her for himself, dark urges he suppressed his whole life becoming more and more evident the longer he lives without her. He is convinced he loves her, but can she feel the same way when his actions become stifling and intrusive? Probably not, but it wouldn’t matter anyway.
Prologue:
What A Mess
Satori Tendou
She was one of his favorite members that occupied the Shiratorizawa grounds. As the head maid, she took care of Ushijima Wakatoshi’s children, the children who had almost everything at their small fingertips. She was sweet and gentle, a stark contrast to the woman that he saw laughing and spitting vulgar jokes with the rest of the staff that she was housed with. Tendou couldn’t lie, he was smitten for both of the sides that he witnessed every day, always attempting his best to get a glimpse of her before he had to do the important tasks set out for him. This maid had captured his soul, devouring it whole and leaving none for himself.
“Good afternoon Mr. Tendou,” a soft smile graced her lips, bowing respectfully to the man in front while readjusting her glasses farther up the bridge of her nose. Oh how cute he found that nose to be. “How are you on this fine morning sir?”
“You can drop the formalities with me, darling,” Tendou smiled, positively basking in the shock that washed across her face when the name fell from his lips. “Just call me Satori.”
She squeaked a little in surprise, a slight blush dusting her sweet, plump cheeks. Tendou smirked watching her stutter over her words like a love struck idiot. “O-of course Mr.-”
Before she could finish, a pointed look was directed her way, his eyebrows rising yet his amusement written plain as day in his intriguing, yet rather peculiar, eyes. She chuckled lightly, glancing away from him for a moment. “Of course, Satori.”
“There we go,” Tendou grinned, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. “Much better if ya ask me. Say, I see you round here a lot. You take care of Ushiwaka’s kids?” Tendou asked this as a formality as if he didn’t know what job she did on the grounds, where she lived, her sleeping habits and social security number. He couldn’t reveal all that, not yet.
“Ah, yes I do,” she smiled, nodding along as she spoke, staring up at him. “They are very well behaved kids. Stoic like their father. There’s hardly anything I need to do except keep them well educated and fed.”
“Mm yes, they are very well behaved,” Tendou agreed nonchalantly, mind wandering as he began to stare rather intensely into her eyes. Whilst doing so, the conversation seemed to fall flat, only reigniting when the tower clock chimed. Eight clear bells resonated through the grounds, knocking them out of their inner thoughts.
“That my que,” she laughed awkwardly, glancing away from him for a moment. “I should get back to the children. It was nice speaking with you Satori.”
Tendou smiled, feeling delirious that his name sounded so heavenly falling from her mouth. “Yea, it was great talking to you too. See you around!”
She smiled and nodded awkwardly, eyes roaming across the floor before walking away, the small blush he had caused earlier still evident on her face. Tendou watched her leave, his heart bursting in his chest when she looked back waving goodbye with a small giggle. She disappeared around the corner and Tendou turned, feigning pain as he clutched his chest with a goofy smile plastered across his face. She was so perfect it hurt him, and he was determined to have her.
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#hq tendou#tendou x reader#tendou satori#satori tendo x reader#tendō satori#tendo satori#haikyuu#haikyu x reader#yandere!reader#yandere mafia#mafia romance#i can do whatever the fuck i want#idk what tags to use#tendou x y/n#haikyuu tendou#tendou imagine#tendou fluff#hq x reader#hq fanfic#hq ushijima
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Haikyuu Dick Headcannons, Pt. 2
Ft. the Shiratorizawa men: Wakatoshi Ushijima, Eita Semi, Satori Tendou, Kenjirou Shirabu, Tsutomu Goshiki
Tw: implied yandere, masturbation, excessive talk of cum, spitting, facials, implied breeding, pubic hair, oversensitivity, fem reader, MDNI
Because I've sort of been neglecting my followers who came for Haikyuu content, here you are! Hopefully this will tide you over for a while <3
He’s easily six inches, and thick. It resembles the cock of a porn star; every virgin’s nightmare, with a few veins puffing out and a defined, swollen mushroom tip that always just barely slips inside you with a soft pop!Maintenance isn’t too big of a concern for him - he doesn’t really trim, instead preferring to just let it all grow wild but shower frequently to minimize any sort of odor. He doesn’t really like the way he looks shaven, not totally understanding why he should bother, because it’s natural and it’s his body. He doesn’t expect you to shave either, and will in fact question you relentlessly if you do. He’s decently sensitive, mostly because he doesn’t have a whole lot of experience - both with other people and with himself. He doesn’t jerk off much, and as a result he always lets out these slight, barely-there gasps when you touch him. He likes when you pay attention to his slit, especially if you dip your tongue against it, and his hips always jerk forward, cock pushing into your mouth and nearly choking you because it just happens so fast and forcefully – he doesn’t mean to do it, he just can’t help it. (He’ll always cup your cheek afterwards, his voice strained as he asks you if you’re okay, and he’ll promise to be gentle moving forward – which lasts right up until you pay attention to his slit again, and the cycle continues.) His balls are also pretty sensitive, and actually likes it when you go a bit rough on them – squeeze hard, and he’ll groan your name and shut his eyes tightly, brows scrunching together and his knuckles turning white as he clenches his fists.
His cum is thick, and always warm – warm enough to be considered hot, really. It smears across your skin really easily when you try to wipe at it, leaving a film that can only be removed with cold water and soap, but it’s not too big of a deal because he doesn’t produce too much of it. He shoots moderately far, and he’s only able to conjure up a good three or four spurts before he’s spent. This makes cleanup pretty straight forward because although he likes seeing you with his cum on your face, he wants to be able to kiss you and trace your lips, and he’d rather clean up the mess first and then press you up against his chest to sleep. He prefers to come inside you, and will actually have to be persuaded and explicitly asked before sex if you want him to come somewhere else – it just feels more natural to finish inside you, especially because he tends to lose all self-control once he sinks inside you. (He also likes to stare once he’s pulled out, watching how some of it oozes out and dribbles down your ass cheeks, and will often reach down to stuff it back inside, getting it all over his fingers and spreading them lightly to see the way tendrils of it stick together. He’ll even show you, telling you that he wants you to keep it all inside, where it belongs.) When he’s coming he’ll always make eye contact with you, unwavering even as his hips jerk and spasm, even if he’s groaning and his arms are giving out. He likes the intimacy of eye contact and will sometimes even lightly grasp your chin and force you to look at him while he fucks you. He’s a groaner, for the most part, the sound low and rumbly, but when he gets close the groans becomes more like moans, a little higher and a little more upturned at the ends, the pleasure starting to bleed into every part of him.
His favorite way for you to touch him is just a simple, straight-forward handjob. Because he’s not that familiar with jerking himself off, there’s still a bit of thrill when you wrap your hand around his girth, your fingers barely meeting around the sheer size of him. Plus, it feels better when you do it – his own fist doesn’t rub against him the same way yours does, and he doesn’t get as sensitive with his own touch as yours – he’s told you that you jerk him off better than he can, and he means it. He likes when you go slow, flicking your wrist as you near his tip, keeping a steady, consistent rhythm and letting the dull pleasure build. He’ll keep his eyes fixed on you, watching your face and staring at your body, not saying much as you slowly work him closer and closer, simply content to just observe you as you pleasure him. He likes the intimacy of the moment, how you’re taking care of him and willing to spend so long just to make him feel good (it’s really not that long – six or seven minutes, maximum). It makes him feel special, and he’ll always end up thrusting back against your hand, getting himself just that tiny bit deeper, adding a tiny bit more friction, feeling just a tiny bit better knowing that he’s essentially fucking your hand. Reach down and play with his balls as you stroke him – lightly tug at them, rolling them between your fingers and squeezing. You’ll feel him throb in your hands, this vulnerable, genuine gasp falling from his lips, and although he’s not particularly vocal, he likes it when you are. He wants you to narrate to him what you’re doing, telling him how you’re feeling, even when he’s the one receiving the pleasure. It doesn’t have to be much – just a simple you’re so big, ‘Toshi making him bite his lip, defined abs contracting and trembling as he lets a rushed coming, just enough warning for you to prepare as ropes of warm, sticky cum shoot out, landing all over your hand and coating you in white. He wants you to lick the cum off your fingers one by one, slowly and not breaking eye contact, but he’s too shy to tell you, instead content with seeing it all over your skin. He just likes how sweet the moment is, and although he’ll immediately return the favor by settling his face between your legs for however long you’d like him to, he comes best when you’re touching him in simple, genuine ways. (And, when you’re looking at him and playing with his balls. That certainly doesn’t hurt.)
He’s thoroughly average – five inches, average girth, average sensitivity, just a truly utilitarian, satisfactory cock. However, Eita’s got enough experience to know what to do with said cock, how to make you cry out and cream on him and clench down on him like a fucking vice. He’s very observant, eyes always watching your reactions to things, studying the way you bite your lip when he’s thrusting into you, the way you grip at the sheets, even the way you moan his name. He’s perfected the art of rolling his hips, actually thrusting rather than jackhammering, pushing in fast but pulling out slowly so that you can feel every ridge and inch of him. He’s also got very good aim – once he’s found your sweet spot, he’s able to target his thrusts pretty precisely, hitting at least the general area with every punch of his hips. The end result is that you almost always end up coming on his cock, his thumb pressing circles against your clit to help you along. And this is great news for Eita, because he gets so much more sensitive when there’s copious amounts of slick helping guide him in and out, the extra wetness and warmth giving him just the right amount of extra stimulation to send him over the edge. He keeps himself mostly shaven, liking the way it looks, but occasionally he’ll slack a bit, leaving a layer of light stubble that tickles your cheeks when you’re taking him in your mouth.
He's a shooter, but it’s a pretty weak stream. There’s not a huge amount of force behind it, so when it lands on your body it feels like gentle rain – just with very large droplets. His cum actually tastes pretty decent, which is shocking because his diet isn’t the best, especially when he’s on the road. He likes coming on you, but the longer he spends being sexually active with you, the more he finds himself being drawn to finishing inside you, cock plugging you up between your legs. He’s always fascinated by the side of how your cunt – still convulsing a bit after the orgasm he just gave you – pushes a bit out rhythmically. (Sometimes, when he’s trying to brainstorm for song writing, he’ll think back to those rhythms, inspiration suddenly hitting him as he writes a love song, lyrics full of sexual innuendos and yearning.) Eita doesn’t come too terribly quickly, but even if he does it’s okay because he’s able to recover pretty quickly, only needing a good five minutes before he’s rock hard again, cock still covered in his cum and drooling more pre. He really enjoys overstimulating you, so this comes in handy often. He’s decently vocal during sex, but his talking takes a sharp uptake as he nears his orgasm, the words growing less understandable and more rushed as he gets closer and closer. He curses a lot, labored breaths of shit or fucking hell, babe slipping past his lips. And when he’s right on the cusp, he’s slurring out compliments and praises of you, telling you that you’re so damn pretty, lamenting on about how he loves you, chanting like a prayer mine mine mine. He hips go stock still when he’s coming, completely frozen inside you except for the pulsing, letting your walls clamp down on him and furthering his orgasm.
His favorite way for you to touch him is head, but particularly where he’s in control. He’ll always let you have your fun at first when you get on your knees for him, letting you suck and kitten lick at his tip. He’ll let you do whatever you want at first – his hips will buck a bit if you suck really, really hard at the head, but he’ll let you do whatever feels right. Eventually, though, he’ll reach a point where he wants to take over, because you pleasuring him is teasing him, not giving him quite what he’s so desperately seeking. And so, he’ll tangle his fingers in your hair, physically moving your head rather than thrusting himself, treating you like some glorified hole for him to fuck. He’s still muttering all those compliments from before, telling you that you look pretty below him, that your mouth feels good, that he’s wanted this for so damn long, all the while feeling his orgasm draw closer and closer. But the fantasy really comes into play when he finishes – wrapping his fingers around his base, pulling your head off of him and vigorously, violently rutting his fist up and down, jerking himself off as his orgasm builds and builds and builds, eventually crashing down and making him slur out your name, your mouth wide open as he aims his cock, tip right above your open mouth. He wants to control where it all lands, all against your tongue, lolled out and waiting for him. There’s something about the sight that gets him panting, and when it’s all finished he’ll want you to make a show of swallowing it, opening your mouth back up to show him you’ve gulped down every last fucking drop. He’ll want you to lean in and suckle at him a bit more, tongue swiping out to catch any remaining bits of cum, licking him clean and making sure to take everything he’s giving you. It’ll get him shivering in oversensitivity, not quite ready for another round yet, but he doesn’t mind the pain – not when he's got you on your hands and knees minutes later, sinking into you with a thumb working diligently against your clit, determined to make you feel the same as him if not even better. (Often, when his next orgasm hits him, nothing will even come out – he’s shooting blanks, every bit of cum he had to offer already having been swallowed by you earlier.)
He’s five inches, the average size but with a few above average details. When Satori gets hard, he really, really does - when you reach out to grasp at him, fingers wrapping around his shaft, he’s truly solid, truly firm to the touch. If you try to squeeze you’ll be met with resistance, his cock so genuinely swollen and desperate to be inside of you that he’s rock fucking hard. He’s veiny, too; they criss cross and decorate the length of his cock, sitting up raised and sensitive to the touch. The kind of veins you see on posts of men smoking cigarettes and having long, nimble fingers – those kinds of veins. He likes when you trail your tongue lightly along the different lines and patterns, a draw-out hiss slipping past his lips as his eyes flutter but don’t quite shut. His cock goes bright red the moment he gets hard, the pretty rose color standing out against his pale skin, nearly matching his hair. Depending on the day you catch him, he can be a bit insecure about his cock; he wants you to like it really, really badly, and the first time you’ve got him naked in front of you, he’ll be blushing and watching your every expression, hoping and praying that you like what you’re seeing, what you’re tasting, what you’re feeling. It spurs him on to hear you praise him, and the moment you say anything positive about his dick, he’s fucking you harder, faster, deeper, anything to get you crying his name and clenching down on him like you’ll never let him pull out.
His cum is thin, always running down your skin and leaving a milky trail behind. It’s plentiful; there’s just so much of it, and when he’s stuffing your mouth, he’ll often have to pull out and finish on your face to avoid choking you. (He likes this, though, if only because the sight of you with his cum dripping past your lips and down your chin gets him ready for round two, the urge to stuff every possible hole full of his cum making him near feral.) He dribbles a bit, streaming out of his tip as he pants and groans, like a faucet that hasn’t been turned off with the way it just keeps coming. His favorite place to finish is on your breasts, liking how it looks against your soft skin. He likes to scoop some up with his thumb and rub it against your nipple, smearing it and leaving a sheen against the pebbled skin. When he comes, his whole body jerks, spasming and shuddering, and he even writhes a bit, as if the pleasure is just too much for him to handle. He’s trembling before, during and after he finishes, needing quite some time to calm down. He has to reach out and grasp onto something (normally it’s you or the bedframe), trying to ground himself because his orgasms are powerful, sucking the air out of his lungs and leaving him unable to walk for a few minutes without his knees buckling. He’s a moaner, too, always saying your name or mindlessly babbling, just needing some way to express the pleasure he’s feeling all because of you.
His favorite way for you to touch him is when you ride him, bouncing yourself up and down on top of him as he lays down, clutching at the pillow behind his head. He likes the way you look, especially when you lean down too, your tits squishing against his chest as your hips keep working away at him, alternating between grinding down and thrusting, never quite letting him comfortable before changing it up. He likes when you kiss him while you fuck him, and his lips will be insistent, eager, the kiss wet and sloppy and fully of passion. He’ll ask to touch you, bringing his hands up to press against your back, tangling into your hair, cupping at your ass, always wandering and wanting to grab and touch more and more. He likes the way your cunt grips him, milking him for all he’s worth as you use him, his cock like your own personal dildo as you make a mess of him. It feels like heaven, and if you bring two fingers down, slipping them past his lips? Well, Satori is immediately sucking and moaning around them, the only thing he possibly enjoys more being when you spit into his mouth. He likes giving you control, and feeling the way you take charge and squeeze around his length gets his head spinning and his chest heaving, his orgasm drawing closer alarmingly quickly with every bounce of your hips. You feel like heaven, and he’ll want to finish inside you, sending ropes of his cum as deeply inside you as possible – this angle lets him get as deep as physically possible, and he’ll want you to just lay with him afterwards, cock still nestled in your cunt as you sooth sweet words down at him, playing with his hair and letting him calm down from the very slight subspace you’d worked him into. (If you call him pretty in his post-orgasmic glow, the tiniest little dribble of cum will come from his tip, making him shudder and gasp your name, embarrassment eating him up and making him even cuter.)
He’s just shy of five inches, but he’s got a decent amount of girth that makes up for his smaller length. His cock is very heavy, always drooping a bit when he gest hard, never quite passing the ninety degree mark. His tip always takes on this dark color, too, a maroon that showcases just how much blood is flowing to his cock whenever you arouse him. His balls are heavy, too, and although they don’t droop as much as his shaft, they are incredibly sensitive. Almost too sensitive, if Kenjirou’s being honest, because even just the brush of your hand against them gets him sucking in his breath, torn between wanting you to do it again and wanting you to avoid them because he will come if you keep going. Overall, his cock’s not particularly pretty, but it’s functional and will make you lick your lips a bit when you see it – it’s a man’s, packing a punch when he bullies it inside your cunt, always stretching you out more than you expect. He’s a little bit insecure about his size, however, so don’t say anything to him about it – he doesn’t even really like you looking at it for long periods of time, if only because it’s just embarrassing to have you examine him like that, with your eyes all wide and glassy and lust pooling in your gut.
He dribbles, and there’s lot of it; it comes out in bursts, oozing from his tip in globs and dripping all the way down his length, down over his balls, even sometimes getting down to his thighs. It’s pretty watery, and not super opaque – it’s more of a slightly translucent white, to the point where when it’s smeared all over your lips, Kenjirou could mistake it for lip gloss. (But lip gloss doesn’t make your lips look as good as his cum does, he swears. Especially when your lips are all swollen and battered from sucking him off, from excessive kissing and biting.) He’s not too much of a moaner, instead grunting more or muttering out slurred phrases and syllables that sound suspiciously like your name. He’ll let out these harsh exhales of breath as he gets closer, almost sounding pained as the pleasure intensifies. (One time you thought it was a sign of pain and pulled off him, straddling him and asking if he was okay, only to receive an honest to god growl while his hands clutched at your hips and brought you back down to sit on his cock, a strained, bitten back keep going slipping through grit teeth.) His face scrunches up when he comes, eyebrows drawing together tight and eyes closing, his mouth settling into almost a grimace as he rides out the waves of his pleasure – it feels good, he promises, it’s just his face. Prefers to come on your body, or in your mouth – inside you is fine, too, but he really likes seeing his cum against your skin. He thinks you look good like that, and sometimes, as he’s coming down from his orgasmic high, he’ll even run his fingertips over your cum-stained skin and mutter a small pretty…
His favorite way for you to touch him is when you’re sitting in his lap, gyrating your hips nice and slow. His orgasms are stronger when they come from long-lasting, duller pleasure, and the grind of your cunt against his cock makes his head spin, yearning for more friction and more more more. He likes when you move in circular motions, going clockwise for a while before suddenly changing directions and going counter-clockwise, the sudden change making him hiss under his breath. He likes you to be fully naked when you do this, because he’ll often lean forward and suck a nipple into his mouth, his hands squeezing at the fat of your hips and waist, brown eyes admiring the way you look perched in his lap, like some sort of god. He’ll often try to control your pacing, those hands at your hips pushing and pulling you, trying to get you to speed up or slow down, almost using you like his own personal toy. As he gets closer he’ll move your body faster and faster, the desperation growing and morphing into something that makes him bury his face into the crook of your neck, or against your sternum, an uneven, shaky exhale of your name filling your ears as something warm and wet smears against your pretty folds. He just likes that he gets to look at your face the whole time, and orgasming this way is less embarrassing than the headrush that being inside you and getting direct stimulation gives him – he can control it better this way, sound less depraved, sound less needy for you.
He’s a solid five inches with a little bit extra, though he is on the skinnier side. He’s got a few veins that run along the top and on the side; not too much, but enough to be noticeable. He likes when you drag your tongue along them, tracing the lines and making him shiver. He’s decently sensitive, always swallowing and gulping as a way to stop any sound from slipping past his lips. Early into his developing feelings for you, he took the time to meticulously and carefully trim himself, even going completely shaven once or twice just to see how it felt. (He’s got this weird fixation with making sure that he looks perfect the first time that he gets you naked in front of him, and this includes his grooming. Eventually, however, he gives up, deciding that it’s too much time and effort, though he keeps a razor in his bathroom always prepped and ready on the off chance that he thinks he might get lucky with you that night – he’s pretty optimistic, so this happens pretty often, never quite getting fruition.) His cock’s always moving, though; he bobs heavily, always seeming to twitch and throb even without stimulation. It's like it’s got a mind of its own – beads of precum drool from his tip at the slightest thought or suggestion of you doing anything even remotely sexual, and immediately he’s throbbing, sometimes even being visible through his pants when he’s really pent up and achingly hard.
His cum does, unfortunately, taste pretty bad. It’s bitter, incredibly so, and although he tries to make it more edible by changing his diet, it doesn’t work too well. This is pretty unfortunate, because he really loves fucking your mouth, and always ends up wanting to finish inside. However, he’s noticed your grimaces and the way your face gets all puckered when you taste him after he comes down your throat, and he won’t press the issue too hard. (He will, however, try to keep himself inside your mouth for as long as possible, only pulling out at the last possible second. Often, he’s not quite fast enough, however – cum releases both inside your mouth and out, making a mess and leaving the taste against your tongue.) His cum is pretty runny, having more the consistency of water, making it very quick to spread and run down your chin and throat, stopping and bunching up at your breasts. He shoots, and quite far, too – a good foot or so, the force behind his orgasms clearly visible in the way he throws his head back, cheeks bright red and sending cum flying, quite literally strong enough to knock over inanimate objects. He moans a lot, the words turning incoherent as he nears his finish, though it’s not too important you hear them. It’s mostly just your name, little pleas and slurred please’s, all melding together to create something that sounds like a mixture of a moan and a whine. His body jerks when he comes, too, his abs clenching and visibly flexing as it just keeps spurting out of him.
His favorite way for you to touch him, as briefly mentioned, is when you give him head. There’s something about it that he really likes – it’s been his longest standing fantasy, one of the very first things he found himself imagining after his feelings for you formed, and holds a special place in his heart. He’ll want you to be on your knees, looking up at him with fluttering lashes and a tongue flicking out to lick across your lips. He’s not too picky on how you suck him off, but he wants it to be messy, liking the feeling of your spit coating him and god, when you pull off him with a wet noise, the strand of saliva and precum that connects your lips to his tip is enough to get him tangling his fingers in your hair, mumbling your name like a prayer as he guides you to take him in again, to keep going deeper and deeper, even if you’re gagging and choking. He’ll want to finish in your mouth, burying himself to the hilt, balls pressed firmly against the curve of your chin as he throbs, balls clenching tightly and flooding your mouth with cum. He wants it to go directly down your throat, and he won’t pull away until it’s all been released, every drop safe and secure in your warm little mouth. He wants to watch you swallow, and he’ll give himself a few pumps as an afterthought as he watches, once more growing hard and aroused because you just swallowed his cum, do you want some more?
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Also may I request a part of the request I sent about the s/o who thinks they are joking when they ask her out. The s/o thinks they are joking because of previous verbal bullying
I'd advice to read the previous request for better understanding.
Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusion, clinginess, stalking, threatening, sabotage, blackmailing, verbal bullying
A mean joke: Pt. 2
Tobio Kageyama
🌧️Kageyama is honestly a bit scary since he won't let his darling leave after they've rejected him in the belief that he's joking. He blocks their way, grabs their arm and pulls them back when they try to run away, asks them in a raised voice desperately what he's done to make you feel that way. The normally intimidating boy is as easy to read as a book, his heartbreak written all over his face. In his paranoia he's terrifying though, he scares you and when he realizes that he lets you suddenly go, his head hanging low whilst you scurry away from him. It's obvious that something is wrong with him, he's eerily silent and weirdly tense, isolates himself from nearly everyone and if someone tries to talk to him, especially about his date, he has a short and impulsive outburst.
🌧️It's hard to conceal his emotions, so much more when he sees you since he feels like exploding again yet avoids you a bit, afraid that he'll scare you even more. Tobio goes with the option of stalking you when he can though, he has to know if there is a reason why you thought that he was joking when he asked you out. Constantly lurks around you and your friends in hopes of eavesdropping, as a last resort he might approach someone close to you and ask them personally. His expression darkens when he hears about the bullies which are most likely the reason why you didn't believe him and it doesn't take long for him to seek them out and threaten them to stay away.
🌧️He has pent-up emotions inside of him due to the still fresh heartbreak, it takes a bit self-restrain to not lash out completely against those jerks though he struggles. Kageyama isn't above getting a bit physical if he's being pushed even if his seething and intimidating exterior should be already enough to give someone a good scare. He most likely stalks you for a while more though, aware that he didn't leave a good last impression. He plays the role of the secret admirer before he approaches you again, apologizes for his previous actions and asks you for another chance. You better not reject him again or else his paranoia might get the better of him.
Tetsurō Kuroo
⚫Kuroo has the advantage of staying calm even if you reject him with the accusation that he's only doing it for fun. There is undeniably something slightly frightening when he grin leaves his face and is replaced by a serious look. There's some hidden pain behind his eyes though, something you notice which makes you feel a bit guilty. It's that guilt that eventually pushes you, hesitantly that is, into answering his question and admitting that you've had a few problems with a few people recently who constantly mocked you and made fun of you. His eyebrows furrow, a scowl is visible on his eyes when he listens thoug he offers some words of comfort after you're finished. Reassures you that he understands and will give you time, at least you believe him that he isn't just a needy playboy.
⚫There's something else Kuroo has to take care of now anyways, he won't stand it that someone harasses his little kitten. He informs himself, most likely infiltrates your circle of friends a bit to find out names and where those jerks tend to hang out. He looks so carefree when he one day approaches those guys with his signature smirk though something about the cold look in his eyes doesn't seem quite right. He's friendly, might even swing and arm around them whilst annoying them with this grin of his. Once they start turning more aggressive, something around him changes, if the person is smaller than him he uses his height as an additional intimidation factor.
⚫He gives them a warning to stay away and never bother his darling again, his grin drops at the end of it as he turns completely serious though they can't shake off the feeling that Kuroo is still mocking them with the look in his eyes. Most likely spends time around you to make sure that he can protect you in case they come again, just in case. Eventually he starts to get closer to you and chooses to play more of a friend role though he makes his romantic interest still very clear. He's helpful albeit he loves teasing the hell out of you, you're sweet when you get a bit worked up. After some time passes by he asks you out again, hopefully you won't reject him this time.
Kenma Kozume
🐱Normally Kenma would be the type to avoid any situation that makes him uncomfortable but the thought that you see him as nothing more than a playboy is unbearable. He tries to endure though his head is hanging low and his voice is so soft and quiet that you have to lean closer to understand him. When he notices that you start to feel bad, he might use it a bit to his advantage to guilt-trip you into telling him the reason why you rejected and you give indeed in to your guilt, feel too bad for the poor boy. His darling is careful when they try to explain their unpleasant memories from previous bullying before they choose to leave even if they can feel Kenma's eyes following them. His stare is just that intense, something that makes you a bit uncomfortable.
🐱The fact that you don't see him as a womanizer doesn't help his broken heart though, he seems even more introverted and closed up than he already is, a sad look on his face. Kuroo is quick to realize that something has happened between you two, asks Kenma eventually if you've rejected him. Kenma hesitates but decides to tell his friend the truth after a while. Kenma doesn't plan to do something if your bullies don't live anywhere nearby but if they do, he will do something. He stalks them online if they have available accounts, sends threats anonymously and Kuroo helps him when he has to deal with them in real life since he's more outspoken than his friend.
🐱Even if Kenma isn't the most talkative, the scary stare he gives someone is already creepy enough and he does it all the time when he catches a glimpse of your bully. Doesn't know how to talk to you after your rejection so he just reverts back to staring from a distance until Kuroo decides to push his shy friend once again closer to you. You can't help but look out for him a bit though when you two grow closer due to his introverted personality. Kenma does his best to not be too much of a burden though, attempts to leave his shell when he knows that it would make you happy. A bit worried to ask you again for a date even if he knows that your bully avoids you by now.
Kōtarō Bokuto
🦉Bokuto is even worse than Kageyama for the very simple fact that he is delusional. He doesn't realize that he freaks his darling out when he prevents them from leaving him, unable to process that you just rejected him because you don't believe that he's sincere. His grin is forced and he starts rambling pretty quickly about his love for you and if he just hasn't made it obvious enough to you yet. The stronger you attempt to reject him and flee, the more intense he becomes until you might just snap at him and that's when he finally shuts up. You use this frozen state of his to escape though you're sure you hear him calling your name after a while, you're even more sure that it sounds like he's crying. He's indeed sobbing by now as he can't keep his feelings in any longer.
🦉Bokuto is inconsolable afterwards, not even Akaashi can handle him and his mood swings anymore. The usually cheerful guy is gone and instead replaced with a utterly depressed man who desperately wants to talk with you but only freaks you out more in the process as he becomes unbearable. He follows you around anywhere, can't stop pestering you about the date and why you rejected him to the point where even Akaashi is at his end with him, decides to talk with you alone to somehow help his friend and you. He's rational and calm, apologizes for Bokuto's antics but also attempts to ask you what the problem is. You, by now exhausted, admit your problem finally.
🦉Bokuto only glues himself more to your side after he's gotten to know your problem as it only serves to strengthen his delusions. So his darling is simply afraid that they'll be played with again! Don't worry sweetie, he'll smother you in his affection and love so you acknowledge his sincere love for you. All the clinginess serves useful the moment you bump into your bully again since Bokuto is sure to scare them away. He just pulls you closer to his side with a wide grin on his face and a peculiar glimmer in his eyes, one that isn't friendly. You're stuck now as Bokuto resorts to brushing all of your rejections of as you being afraid to be mocked and bullied again.
Keiji Akaashi
🍁Similar to Kuroo, Akaashi stays level-headed even after you spoke something that he doesn't want you to see him as. There are a few seconds passing by with him not knowing what to say for a while, he acts when he realizes that you're about to leave though. His stoic face doesn't give much away, he hides the shock from just a few moments ago. He's honest, asks if he did anything to offend you in the past since he can't think of anything. He's only ever been polite when interacting with you, right? Akaashi stops and lets you go though when he notices that you start to grow annoyed though you two are far from finished. He's out of it the next day, tends to often get lost in his own thoughts and observes you sharply. He still interacts with his darling as good as he can though.
🍁He might have mentioned to you at one point if you've experienced a prank of some sort before and your reaction is enough for him to grow suspicious. He's good in analyzing the weakness of others and has just hit a sensitive spot inside of you. That's the moment where he grows concerned as the possibility of you having been pranked and verbally bullied before in the past. If you don't want to open up, Akaashi seeks out your friends and tries to get an answer out of them. He's honest and polite and your friends might know about him having asked you for a date, see him most likely as a good guy and Akaashi kind of abuses that.
🍁He's calm when he faces your bullies, his facial expression doesn't really change though he warns them to stay away from you from now on. A passive-aggressive and particularly rude remark might be the worst of an outburst he experiences, one that hits an insecure spot since Akaashi can figure out weaknesses and insecurities of others after a while. He's in no rush either as he knows that you most likely still need time to heal from the previous shock of the bullying. He's willing to wait for a while though he still wants to offer you support and help. Akaashi insists to stay with you even if you don't view him as your lover yet.
Satori Tendou
❤️Tendou is already so nervous to even ask his darling out in the first place and has his poor heart completely shattered when you reject him, even if he was insecure enough to mentally prepare for it. A part of him is a bit glad that it isn't because of his look, the other part can't bear the knowledge that you think of him as a lousy playboy either. The hurt expression is all over him, his eyes avoid you and the best he can manage is pleading you silently to tell him why you assume that he isn't sincere with you. Honestly, you could just ignore him and walk past him and he wouldn't do much besides remaining there frozen. Satori ends up walking away with fast steps somewhere alone since he doesn't want anyone to see him crying in that moment. His normally energetic attitude is completely gone.
❤️He resorts to stalking you silently. Even if he is hurt, he could never blame his darling for this. Honestly, he is so convinced that you're either really freaked out by him or you were victim of nasty rumors since he's used to being bullied himself, maybe he's a bit too stuck in the process of adoring his s/o that he doesn't instantly consider that you might have been a victim of verbal abuse yourself. So when he eavesdrop on a conversation between a friend and you, his heart drops when you say in a bitter tone that it's probably the same as back then. On the one hand he feels relieved since it really doesn't have to do with him, on the other hand he's just enraged.
❤️You shouldn't have to suffer from verbal abuse, not you. Tendou admits that he's a creep though when he takes care of your bullies. He follows them around, stares at them and isn't above leaving small notes littered with warnings and threats. He also starts hanging out more around you since his looks and height alone are often enough to creep others out, especially if he acts accordingly. Eventually your bully is too scared to go anywhere near you since they're afraid he'll be around again. He tries to cheer you up after since you're still not over their hurtful words. Tendou prioritizes for now to just make you happy again and help you with your hurt self-esteem.
Seijūrō Akashi
🏆It takes some courage to reject Akashi and even more to say to his face that you don't think that he's genuine and sees it only as a joke. He has mixed feelings about it. He's disappointed and obviously a bit outraged that his darling labels him as just another playboy even if he is popular. On the other hand you strike the possessive side of his which highly dislikes someone disobeying him. For now he pushes it down though and instead asks you politely for a more detailed reason of your rejection. He's observant, realizes when you try to talk your way out of it and as the look in his eyes sharpen, you start feeling the dread as you become aware with whom you're talking. It's better to tell him know whilst he's still asking friendly, the next time it will be a demand from him.
🏆Even if you manage to dodge the bullet the first time, the second time you'll have no chance. Akashi either threatens someone close to you or forces you to tell him the truth with one of his orbs now golden. By now he's officially frightening, an intense gaze on you that has your chest tightening from pressure, fear and stress. You're bound to break and tell him something you don't want anyone to know and the look in his eyes softens a bit. Akashi is sweet to you afterwards since he's put you through a lot of stress just now, promises you that he'll make whoever verbally abused you pay. The look in his eyes tell you that he isn't joking.
🏆You're terrified for your bully, something you didn't expect yet dread fills you when they disappear from your life and you never hear from them again. Akashi just gives you a small smile and reassures you that you don't have to worry when you dare to ask what happened to them. There's nothing you can do, you're just pulled along and soon after you're somehow together with Akashi. He keeps you close to him and his heart like a priced possession, controls your entire schedule and the way he dotes on you creeps you out. You might come to realize that you were less terrified whilst your bully was still around since it becomes painfully clear to you that Akashi is sick in his head since he's violent and cold-blooded to anyone who stands between you two.
#yandere haikyuu#yandere haikyuu!!#yandere kageyama#yandere tobio kageyama#yandere kuroo#yandere tetsurō kuroo#yandere kenma#yandere kenma kozume#yandere bokuto#yandere kōtarō bokuto#yandere keiji akaashi#yandere akaashi#yandere tendou#yandere satori tendou#yandere kuroko no basket#yandere knb#yandere kuroko’s basketball#yandere akashi#yandere seijūrō akashi
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Hunters vs Gatherers 3
(Here’s a Long awaited part three to my Yan Ushijima and Tendou x Girly Fem Reader story :)) I’m sorry for the wait, as there were some complications with the writing of this story. @kikyosamasblog and I came up with this installation of the story! The first part was written by her, but I completed it :)) Thank you for your patience.
TW: !noncon/dubcon!, !cannibalism, choking!!, !violence/death (not reader), breeding!!, it’s kinda hardcore!, spanking!, Tendou is mean!, blood kink!, kinda body horror if u think ab it!!!, forced removal of birth control, !!medical malpractice, no bodily autonomy, kidnapping, etc..
Please proceed with caution!)
It had been over two months since, well all that happened. You weren’t exactly content with your life but it could have been worse. For the most part, it’s been strange. . . but pleasant? Kiyoko was a comfort to be around even if her family were cannibals and consisted of lust-driven men but she made sure you weren’t abused or hurt in the slightest. This is why Satori hadn’t spent a single night alone with you. She made preparations so that Wakatoshi shared a room with you, even got a bigger bed so that the two of you would be comfortable. She also stayed true to her word, she didn’t force you to help outside but she did expect you to pull your weight inside which you did. Any skill you didn’t have previously she taught you and made sure they were perfected. As of now, you were helping her with dinner while the boys were outside working.
“Ya add some of this, a lil of that, and yer done. Just wait till it boils, aight?”
“Yes ma’am!”
Satori stormed into the house, his complexion was a bit red no doubt from the scorching sun outside. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass. He poured himself some of the lemonade you’d made earlier before walking over to you. He took a sip, then slapped your ass causing you to yelp and touch your bum.
“Not bad, Dolly.”
“Please don’t do that-!”
“Why the hell not? Yer my woman ain’t cha-OW! Ma!”
“Shut yer mouth! She ain’t ya girl! You haven’t done a single thing to prove ya deserve her, ya hear! So get back to work!”
Satori grumbled and put his glass down, mumbling something under his breath as he left the house.
“What was that boy?!”
“N-nuthin’!”
“Thank you ma’am. . .”
“Call me ma, seeing as how yer a part of ‘dis family.”
“Thank you. . .ma.”
“Anyway, yer coming with me tomorrow.”
“Where?”
“Town. I need to get sum’ things. Besides, a change of place might do ya some good.”
You smiled! This could be a great opportunity to escape, that is if it’s just you. You didn’t think much of it, showing too much emotion and she would be suspicious of you.
“O-Of course!”
“An’ stop being so damn nervous. I don’t bite,”
“Right. . .”
Fate had aligned itself perfectly. Surely tomorrow, you’d be a free woman. After dinner, you helped wash the plates. A hand grabbed you the moment you were done, it was Wakatoshi. No doubt eager to take you to your shared room and fuck you senseless.
“Wait-!”
“Not tonight, Wakatoshi. I’m taking her to town tomorrow and I need her to walk straight.”
That single comment made you want to die, but she wasn’t wrong. You could barely feel your legs in the morning as it was!
Wakatoshi nodded, he led you to the room where you’d get ready for bed and nothing more. Kiyoko, however, stayed behind to look at the calender. There wasn’t much written down, but she had excellent memory. From what she gathered and your belongings that she went through before handing them to Satori who then handed them to you, you were well prepared for this trip you were taking. Important documents that you figured they’d ask for your identity of course. Just what she needed for tomorrow. You were sitting down on your bed when Wakatoshi came out of the bathroom. Fully showered and ready to sleep,
“I think it’s nice.”
“Hm?”
“Nice yer’ getting along with Ma. I thought you’d be difficult but I guess not.”
“O-Oh, well thank you. Your mom is really nice, Wakatoshi.”
“She is, but she can be real scary sometimes. Best not to anger her, know what I mean?”
“Right, of course.”
“Night, darlin’.”
Waktoshi leaned to give you a kiss, wrapping his arms around you. Freedom was so close tomorrow, that much was certain.
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When you awoke that morning, you did what was expected. Kiyoko was already up and awake, starting on breakfast.
“Morning. . .Ma.”
“Mornin’ girl, c’mon. I just started.”
Breakfast was simple to make but time consuming. Since Satori and Wakatoshi worked outside most of the time lifting and doing ‘hard labor’ you’d cook more than normal. Breakfast consisted of eggs, sausages (one that you were staying clear of since it was homemade), and toast. Nothing too over the top, just a typical white breakfast. Wakatoshi and Satori both came down after a while. They were eating their meal when Kiyoko announced her plans.
“How long?”
“Just a couple hours, I’ll be taking her with me, need help with the groceries.”
“If you need help we can go with ya, ma.”
“Nah, y’all gonna stay here and work. Make sure you take care of the house and yer chores, make sure no one wanders and snoops. Last thing I want to deal with are some wandering peepers getting a lil too close to our house.”
Nodding, they both retreated. You were dressed in a cute sundress and white shoes, the dress was recommended by Kiyoko herself. She was wearing normal clothes, nothing too over the top. Seeing as how you were going to the city, Kiyoko wanted you to dress up.
‘Shame, all these cute lil’ dresses and skirts but you don’t wear dem.’
“Let’s get going hun, we need to hurry up! We can’t be late.”
“Oh, is there somewhere we need to be?”
“All the fresh produce gets put out early, if we arrive late all the good stuff gets taken.”
“Of course!”
You walked over to her pick up truck, it wasn’t anything fancy but it wasn’t in shambles either. The seats were clean at least. She started it up and off she drove into town. The drive was a little over half an hour but the scenery was pleasant. Since the town was modernized most of the dirt and dry land was cleaned up to look nice. When you arrived into town and at the local grocery store, Kiyoko taught you how to check for freshness.
“Feel this? It’s hard as a rock, it ain’t ready yet but this is too soft so it’s already bad. This one is good. Not too soft and not too hard. Understand?”
“Yes ma’-ma!”
After an hour at the store, Kiyoko managed to get plenty of food to last them for some time. After that, she went into a convenience store that held other non-food items such as toiletries, hygiene products, etc. Afterward, Kiyoko was driving somewhere else, a tall white building with the words, ‘Medical Center’ inscribed.
“What are we going here for?”
“Seeing as how yer gonna be staying with us from now on, I need to enroll you here. In a small town like ‘dis, we like to keep things simple and clean.”
“Enroll? U-um exactly what does that mean?”
Panic was spreading, your well kept secret quickly being uncovered without much thought.
“Ya needa physician, ‘specially if ya get pregnant with ma grandchildren,” She gives an uncharacteristic smile at that, grabbing you roughly by the arm, and dragging you towards the chipped double doors.
“Oh, um, I’m sure I’m fine-“
“Naw, we gotta make sure yer in workin’ condition, girl. Don’t be startin’ a fight with me,” Kiyoko all but kicks one of the doors open, dragging you to an uncaring secretary at a too large desk.
“Good mornin’, how can I help y’all?” The woman drones as if you were bothering her, eyes looking anywhere but the two of you.
“Now, don’t you get smart with me, Keari. Ya know why I’m here,” Kiyoko holds up your arm, giving it a good shake, “Ma wonderful boy found himself quite the catch, and we needa make sure she’s in tip-top shape.”
The secretary sighs, “Of course. Do ya have her documents?”
Kiyoko whips out a folder from her cross-body bag, slamming it onto the counter with a loud smack, “This good enough for ya?”
“Tell yer girl that she needs’ta do her own paperwork,” She grumbles, shoving a pile of paperwork in your direction.
You, with one hand, scramble to grab the messy pile, along with the folder containing your information, causing Kiyoko to laugh, “Jus’ do it here, ain’t no reason ta move.”
Deciding to heed her words, you grab a random pen from the desk, and begin to fill out your personal information. You had to ask Kiyoko about the address, causing the secretary to raise an unimpressed eyebrow, but besides that, the rest of the paperwork was standard procedure.
Within the next fifteen minutes, an old woman stumbled out of the back, a fake looking nurse following close behind her, “Remember, Gladys! Ya need ta drink at least three glasses of water a day, ‘Kay? Can’t have ya bein’ dehydrated again.”
“Don’t sass me, harlot. I know what you be doin’ after hours, and I don’ need ya tellin’ me what to do,” The nurse looks mortified, but doesn’t say anything, allowing the old woman to leave.
Clearing her throat once the doors finally close, the nurse turns towards you and Kiyoko, fake smile straining, “Alrighty ladies, y’all ready fer yer exam?” You nod, standing up, expecting Kiyoko to stay seated, only for her to stand up with you. The nurse raises an eyebrow, “Kiyoko, there’s no need ta follow tha girl, I’m sure she’ll be fine.”
Kiyoko waves her off, “Naw, (Your name) gets nervous ‘round doctors,” The nurse looks towards you, and you quickly nod. You don’t want to cause problems with the scary woman.
“Whatever y’all say- follow me,” She leads you to the back, getting your height and weight out in the hallway between empty examination rooms. Once that information is taken, she brings you to an empty room towards the back. She gets your temperature, checks your blood pressure, and asks about your previous medical history.
When all is done, she leaves, telling you that the doctor should see you shortly.
Kiyoko watches you like a hawk all the while, taking in all your information without a hitch. She stares at you like you’ll disappear into thin air, making you shift uncomfortably.
“Now, ya know better than ta make me look like a fool, right?” You nod in response, fiddling with your fingers out of anxiety. She still eyes you in disapproval, before dropping it, “Alright, better not let me down.”
At the moment, a knock rings through the empty room, before opening in mere moments. A young man steps in, his glasses crooked on his nose, hair going every which way, “Good mornin’, I’m doctor Johnson, and I’ll be helping y’all today.”
He closes the door behind him, and you and Kiyoko greet him. He sets your file down on the counter across of you, before shaking your hand. He nods in the direction of your unwanted mother-in-law, before sitting on a rolling chair close to your knee.
“Alright, I’m gonna ask ya some questions, and do a few exams, that good with ya?” You nod, and he takes off his stethoscope. He places the earpieces in his ears, before practically grabbing you by the shoulders and pressing the listening piece to your chest.
His tests are normal, checking your stomach, eyes, ears, etc.. But, the moment he asks you to take off your shirt, Kiyoko steps in.
“Why she gotta do that? No lady likes bein stared at,” He gives an awkward chuckle, scratching the back of his neck.
“I gotta make sure she ain’t got breast cancer, and I also need to make sure her vagina is healthy after that. It ain’t too bad, especially since you’re here with her.”
Kiyoko eyes him wearily, as you practically piss yourself. He can’t give you a vaginal exam! She’ll know about your birth control!
“Please don’t do the vaginal exam- that’s a bit too much.”
He sighs, unconvinced, “I ain’t ever seen ya before, sugar. I gotta make sure you’re all good,” You pale, as Kiyoko pats you on the shoulder reassuringly.
“You’ll be fine darlin’, he ain’t gonna do nothin’ nefarious, mama’s right here.”
That didn’t make you feel better.
The breast exam goes well, no lumps or anything. But, when the vaginal exam begins, the man whips out stirrups. And a speculum.
“Please pull up yer skirt, I’ll make the exam quick,” You want to throw up, but stay strong. You grab the skirt of your sundress, exposing your white panties. You pull them down your legs, your coochie on full display. The doctor helps you put your feet in the stirrups, before spreading your legs at the knee. He grabs gloves, pulling them on with a bit of a struggle, before grabbing medical grade lube, and squirting a bunch into your opening. Shoving the stirrups in, he doesn’t give a moment to let you adjust, before he opens it ups completely, exposing your cervix and IUD string to everyone in the room.
He nods in understanding, “Yer cervix looks good, I’ll add onto yer file that ya have an IUD.”
“What’s an IUD?” Kiyoko asks from her seat, eying you wearily.
“It’s a type of birth control,” The silence in the room is deafening, as an unreadable expression covers her entire face.
“Ah, now I see why ya haven’t been gettin’ pregnant,” She jokes, but you can hear the bite in her tone, “Aren’t you and Wakatoshi tryin’ fer a baby?” You pause for a moment, before giving a small nod.
“Yes, Ma. I was gonna ask him to remove it,” The young doctor looks giddy, as he practically claps with excitement.
“Alright! I ain’t never did this before, but-“ He yanks the damn thing out without a second thought, causing you to scream out in pain. Beads of blood start to drip from your cervix, as tears dot your eyes. Even Kiyoko looks mildly disturbed by the sight, “Looks like yer all good. You ladies have a nice day!”
That had to have been medical malpractice. Getting the damn thing in was a feat in itself, requiring multiple medical instruments. The man clearly had no idea how he was supposed to remove it.
“Wait a damn minute,” The flighty male stops, confused by Kiyoko’s sudden anger, “What did ya just do? She ain’t s’posed to be bleedin’ like that, right? Did ya just put her at risk fer miscarryin’ in the future?” Not bothering to listen to their conversation any longer, you curl practically rip the speculum from inside of you (which the man, in his excitement forgot to take out), and haphazardly yank your white panties back on, a few beads of blood dotting the previously pristine fabric. Shoving down your dress, you try to stand up, but find your legs too weak to hold yourself up. You grab the table you were previously on, trying to stop yourself from falling, causing Kiyoko to look away from the doctor, and rush to help you. You knew that she was probably pissed off, but it seems her rising anger is currently directed at the medical professional in front of you.
“Now look at ‘er! The girl can’t stand on her own damn feet!” She has your arm around her shoulder, allowing you to rest your weight against her with a small grunt, “Ya’ll will hear from my boy about this.”
With that, she, and by association, you, stormed out of the doctor’s office. You can feel blood drip down your inner thighs, as tears dot your perfectly lined eyes. Your dress is going to be ruined and your uterus feels like it was ripped from your body.
Kiyoko helps you into the truck, muttering about ‘ignorant ass assholes.’ You buckle yourself in with shaking hands, your skin paler than your normal (skin colour).
Once your unwanted mother-in-law hops into the vehicle, you both dart off at a high speed. She’s constantly glancing at you, a stern look on her face, “Now, look what ya did to yerself! If ya only let yer body take its natural course, ya wouldn’t be feelin’ like death. Think about this consequence before ya ever do somethin’ this stupid again!”
You’re crying by this point, tears of self pity and pain rolling down your pretty face. Your fingers fiddle with the truck door’s lock, your mind drifting to the idea of jumping out of the moving vehicle. Seemingly knowing where your mind is going, Kiyoko smacks you on the thigh, jarring you from your thoughts.
“If ya jump outta this truck, I’ll make sure Satori does something unspeakable to ya. He’s already goin’ ta be given the ok to have his way with ya as punishment, don’t make me give him free reign.”
Those words cause dread to settle deep into your bones, making you want to throw a full blown tantrum like a child. It’s one bad thing after another- you should’ve never left your home and gone on this trip. You should’ve never split up from your friends, and you should’ve never allowed them to take you alive.
“Wha-what is he going to do?” Kiyoko is silent for a moment, before she responds in a blunt tone of voice.
“He’s gonna have his turn with ya, try fer a baby,” This causes you to release a full blown sob, which she shushes harshly, “If ya wanted to be treated well, ya should’ve let Wakatoshi get ya pregnant. I’m sure he’ll fergive ya after Satori has his turn, but ya need to learn from yer mistakes.”
The fright and pain causes you to fall asleep for the rest of the ride home, only to be roused by a large hand shaking you. Wakatoshi looks like he’s seen a ghost, as he stares down at your bloody lower half. The white dress you wore is completely saturated with your blood, both dried and wet against your skin. He unbuckles you and pulls you into his arms, rushing you into the family home. Satori is seen carrying all your grocery bags at once, face filled with a sadistic glee.
“Mama told us what happened,” Waka tenses a bit when his brother speaks, but he continued to cradle you like you’re made from glass, “Ya should be glad that she’s not allowin’ me ta do what I want. If I had it my way I’d-“
“Stop talking,” Your green haired lover shuts the red head up, bringing you inside the farmhouse and setting you on the kitchen table. He flips up the skirt of your dress, eyes pouring over your ruined panties. Running two fingers against your pussy, he grunts in alarm at the warm blood on his fingers, “Why’d ya do it? Why’d ya let them put that… thing in ya?”
You aren’t sure what he wants you to say, but you decide to be honest, “I don’t feel good when I’m on my period, so I wanted to stop it for a while. I also didn’t want to risk pregnancy if I ever had sex.”
His eyes narrow at your words, his strong hands gripping at the fat of your thighs, “Children are a gift,” You flinch when he leans forward, his entire frame practically swallowing you whole, “I forgive ya for what ya did, but I ain’t gonna stop Satori from what he’s gonna do. Ya need to be punished.”
You start to cry again, but he says nothing, only wiping away your tears with a fond look on his face.
“I’ll be there when he’s done, ‘nd I’ll clean ya up,” With that, he releases you, before walking towards Satori, who just came inside with all the bags.
“Feel free ta put the groceries away- my dolly needs ta be taught a lesson,” He sets the goods down on the kitchen table near you, before grabbing you (by your hair/by the neck of your dress) and dragging you up the stairs to his room. Your feet are barely able to touch the ground, as you're practically lifted off the floor by his harsh grip.
Once you reach his room, he chucks you on the floor, as you let out a scream of pain. Your stomach ended up hitting a random shoe lying on the ground, causing more blood to rush out of your bleeding cunny.
“Now, where should I start? Should I fuck yer throat till it’s raw? Fuck yer ass dry?” He laughs at your sobbing, grabbing you harshly by the shoulder and slamming you onto his bed, “Naw, I’ll just fuck a baby inta yer undeservin’ womb. A lil baby for my lil dolly will set ya straight.”
He shucks your dress off of your boneless body, leaving your bare breasts and bloody panties before his perverted eyes. Satori immediately yanks on your nipples, pulling pained cries from your lips, as you try to swat him away. In retaliation, he bites down on the side of your neck, easily drawing blood, along with another scream. He laughs at your pain, ripping your panties off of your body, and reaching down to pull out his cock.
“I know my freak of a brother prolly stretched ya out,” he smacks your pussy, causing a yelp to fall from your lips, “So I ain’t gonna warm ya up, dolly. I need ya as tight as possible.”
With that, he shoves your legs open, and forces his thick cock into your unready cunny. You scream at the stretch, trying to push against him as he pushes his head into your chest, pulling at your nipples with his teeth. His hips slam into yours at a breakneck pace, the head of his cock slamming into your wounded cervix, practically opening you up from the inside. You try slap at him, only causing him to laugh and slap you across the face.
“Keep hittin’, and I’ll concuss ya so badly all ya will be good for is an incubator,” Your body is wracked with your sobs, as you practically choke on air. He does not let up for even a moment, his thrusts practically forcing your body farther up the bed.
The red head continues to bite and suck at your tender skin, leaving blood trains in his wake. His and your thighs are covered with your blood, as the man above you relishes your warmth and tight cunt.
“I wonder if ya can get any tighter,” his hand suddenly grasps your throat, squeezing as tightly as he can without killing you. You’re gasping for air, as your pussy tightens up in your fear. He grunts and laughs in your ear, as he fucks into you even harsher than before, “Fuck yea! Yer so fuckin’ tight! I should’ve done this minutes ago!”
Your vision has black dots, as you claw at his hand, trying to regain your breath. He releases a bit, allowing you to gain a few greedy gasps of air, before he goes back to choking you out. Because of your clamping, he ends up hitting your gspot with ease, causing sprays of squirt to gush from your pussy. He slaps at your clit, causing you to clamp down even more, as he bucks into you with one last thrust, his cock head practically bursting through your cervix, as he cums a load so massive, that you feel like you’re bloated.
You can’t breathe, you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe! He refused to let go, as he allows your walls to milk him for all he has.
When he doesn’t let go, you slump over, losing consciousness.
Tendou pulls out with a sigh, a ghastly grin on his face. He slowly releases your bruising throat, entire being content with brutalising your pretty face and body, only the realise that you don’t seem to be breathing.
He jolts, not knowing what to do. Satori tucks his cock inside of his trousers, as he runs to get Wakatoshi, who happened to be standing right outside, his face showing his barely contained rage.
“Waka, I did somethin’ bad. She-she ain’t breathin’-“ The large man shoves the red head aside, rushing into the room, eyes immediately landing on your still form.
Grabbing up your boneless body, he lays you on the floor, laying his head on your chest, trying to hear your heart beat. Luckily, he finds it. It’s faint, but it’s there. He moves you into your side, having read in a comic that that opens up the airway. He rubs your back, trying to help your blood circulate, but not knowing how.
“Yer a monster, Satori,” Wakatoshi grunts, eyes teary and body trembling, “I will never let ya near her again. This is beyond punishment, and she don’t deserve it.”
Kiyoko peeks into the room, a scream leaving her lips at the sight of your battered form. She falls back, her spine hitting the door frame. Her hands cover her mouth, as she can only stare down at your still form, “What did ya do? Wh-why did you-? Oh God,” Without another word, she rushes from the room.
“Get the fuck out,” Wakatoshi grunts out, tears dripping down his face “Animals belong in the barn.”
#yandere haikyuu imagines#yandere haikyuu x reader#yandere haikyuu#yandere ushijima#ushijima x reader#yandere tendou#tendou x reader#haikyuu x reader
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🍼 not yandere!( ) softly squeezing your slightly inflated cheeks forcing you to swallow his cum cuz he said if you spit it out he's gonna make your ass blue 🍼
tw: blowjob, slapping, use of curse word (bitch), non-con,
author’s note: i’m thinking yan!Kuroo or yan!Tendou, however you can choose a character you want; female reader
all characters are 18+
looking straight into your eyes neither allowing you to look away nor spit it out teaching you to be his good girl, his keeper
you've been such a bad girl lately. throwing tantrums everyday, refusing to eat and spoiling the food, calling him dirty names, begging him to let you go.
wellp, he fulfilled your wish and showed you the dirty.
it was so sudden. when you thought that he was about to try to comfort or hug you as usual, the man's tender smile was twisted by a cold, sadistic expression. the one that tells that he's had enough.
his strong arm grabbed your hair while the other, when you still hadn't fully realized what happened, twisted your arm to clutch them both together. he pushed you against the wall the left cheek snuggling up to it. his grip isn't merciful at all. definitely not the same as it was when he was (or tried) cuddling you in bed or when he tenderly squeezed your cheeks and lifted your chin to look up at him. the grip that was strong enough to hold a feral dog. only you didn't even had enough time to struggle as you felt the hard pressure against your wrists. he might as well break them
"I'm so fed up with your tantrums, bitch.Why do you have to be such a brat?When you can literally have everything you want in exchange for just staying with me".
you weren't crying before, but as soon as he pushed you against the wall, the tears fell down your cheeks immediately."Y'know, maybe I'm a pervert indeed." you had your hands tied behind your back and he roughly pushed you on your knees, your face almost touching the ground. you could hear the belt getting unfastened and the pants getting unzipped. he slid down his boxers, revealing his fully erect cock. he surprised himself at how fast he got excited about such thing. you were, as usual, the cause of his erection. even when you were at your worst, you still aroused him as fuck. your pink/black, teary face, your curls that got soaked in your excretion and stuck to your cheek, your shiny, puppy eyes that look up at him, your breasts that are visible to him from this angle.
and he still loves you, just this time the impulses went overboard.
"Since you're acting like a bad girl, I'm gonna show you how bad girls are treated." he moved your face closer to his manhood, his hand seizing your hair. since you have most likely got a bruise on your head from hitting the wall, you decided not to resist. slicky, warm tongue traveling around the tip, your lips tried to embrace the head of his dick, but it seems that he's impatient enough to shove it down your throat. you slightly bit his dick out of suddenness, to which he slapped your cheek. "Teeth," he strictly commented. your mouth was full. his dick felt so large in your mouth, you never imagined that you could take him in, even your vagina sometimes struggled to do so. tongue tracing around the cock in the soft, warm environment. you weren't exactly sure how to do it properly, so he overtook the control and took you by the hair. grip being looser but still firm, unwilling to hurt you, he slowly moved your head back and forth. making eye contact with each other.
gosh, if you're gonna continue to be this adorable, he won't ever take his dick out of your mouth. gradually he increased the speed. you've got more familiar with his cock in your mouth so you're actually started sucking it. between times, you were choking on it and a small grin appeared on his face. his teaching phase quickly escalated to a wild one. the tears appeared on your eyes again. your face was hitting his crotch or rather his hands would hit your face against his crotch. his phase became insanely fast. your tongue wasn't able to work anymore, your eyes rolled back. he noticed your oblivious state, and that's why he decided to come into your mouth. semen filling up your cheeks and sliding down your throat. some of it was still in your mouth, sticking to your tongue and teeth. it felt like vomiting.
"Now, don't you dare spit it out. Of course, if you don't want another punishment, It won't be as enjoyable and nutritious as this one though."
since you've been quite rebellious the last few days, you haven't eaten anything for four days. the substance that's in your mouth wasn't amongst the tasty ones, even for your hungry stomach. although there wasn't much, your cheeks were slightly inflated. he lifted your chin, making direct eye contact and softly squeezing your cheeks, forcing you to swallow. eyes in the eyes. you did it. and opened your mouth for a proof. just like his good girl, who's supposed to listen to him, to get taken care of by him, to be around him, to be his.
"If you continue your little rebel, I might feed you like this for breakfast, lunch, and dinner," he gave you a cheeky smile. "Now that you've taken well your punishment and been good for once, how about we order a takeout with [your fav food]?"
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At some point, someone's going to assume Y/N is a groupie of the Team Shiratorizawa.
Many do and the few who were brave enough to say it out loud to humiliate you, had their heads bashed in and a limb or two broken by the team. After that, it was a clear sign to not mess with you.
However that is not enough for you. You complain to them tearfully that you don't like the rumours being whispered about you, that you don't like the way others think about you, that you fear what your parents would do if they heard what people are saying about you. They all hear you out as you confess your worries from Ushijima's lap (that he's dragged you to sit because he didn't need you falling from standing up for too long) and when they ask what do you propose they do about it, you tell them that perhaps it'd be best not only for you but for their repute as well if you stayed away from them for a while.
"No." Ushijima said, firm and resounding.
You turned to look at him, brows scrunching up. "But what will people say about-"
"I don't care. You're not leaving."
Your face is turned to the front by Tendou who's on his knees. "He's right, Y/n. You're not leaving. And as far as our repute is concerned, it'll only be damaged more if our performance falls because you werent around. You know we get worried and don't play well when you're not with us."
"But my parents- surely, you understand how this situation will affect my relationship with them." You tried to reason, but deep down, you already knew it was in vain.
Semi spoke this time. "About that. We were thinking about not saying anything until everything was ready but... we-"
"You're moving in with us." Ushijima decided.
"What?"
"Dont worry, you'll have your own room and all. We even got you the nicest, biggest room at the boys dorm!" Goshiki said with enthusiasm that you couldn't match.
You shook your head. "But- no! I don't want to move in the boys dorm- ITS THE BOYS DORM! And I am not one-" You tried to get off Ushijima's lap, but the giant only pulled you back and tightened his arms, not affected when you began slapping his arms.
"Let go! Let go! Let go-" Ushijima gave his team one look that had them all leave you two alone while you wailed.
"What does he do?" Goshiki asked Semi, standing outside the gymnasium with the rest of the team. They could still hear you wail and cry and beg Ushijima to let you go.
"Goshiki, you know-"
"That we're not supposed to talk about it. But don't you guys get curious? Like what does senpai say to Y/n?" He asked, the same time you'd gone silent.
But before Semi could gently shut him down, Tendou had walked upto Goshiki and looked him dead in the eyes.
"Well maybe if you're so curious, we can have Wakatoshi give you a little talking to, hm?" Tendou asked, his threat as clear as day. "You want that?"
Goshiki shook his. "I- n-no."
The door to the gymnasium opened and Ushijima walked with you holding his hand, head held down.
"Y/n would like to see her new room." Ushijima said before dragging you along, the team following quietly behind.
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