#yandere bokuto
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I need some Yandere Bokuto and Yandere Akaashi! Maybe together because of the friendship bokuto and akaashi have if thats alright (If not then do it seperate)
This would be one of the most functional pairs to have, even despite their stark and clashing personalities.
You most likely met them in highschool and it was a blast to be around them. Albeit, a bit intense at times. Bokuto was incredibly difficult to keep up with, especially if you're on the more introverted side. He wants you to attend absolutely every single game he and Akaashi are in, he's not even against you coming to practice either! Please do just that, it boosts him so much!
Even if he does get distracted by your smile sometimes but who cares! He certainly does not!
Bokuto is like a whirlwind storm - you never know when to expect him but you know that once he steps close there will be nothing but chaos. He's fun, kind. Gentle even. He tries to be, for you. He can be oblivious towards your feelings sometimes but he always has your best interests at heart.
He would never forgive himself if something happened to you.
Bokuto is needy, incredibly so. If he's not holding or kissing you 24/7 then what's even the point? You give him energy, your mere presence gives him drive and confidence like nothing else. Soon enough his presence starts to become suffocating. He is so deeply intertwined in your life, like sticky glue which you can't shake off no matter how hard you try. He managed to force his way into every possible crevice inside your life and he is always aware of what he's doing. His perfectionist nature commands him to do so.
However, if Bokuto is the powerful storm itself, Akaashi is the calm before the storm.
He lurks. Constantly.
Unfortunately (or fortunately, depends who you're asking) there are times when Bokuto can't be with you no matter how badly he wants to be. Akaashi becomes something of a second shadow of yours, constantly tailing after you, taking care of you in the most subtle yet gentle ways. He offers you water regularly, he has you wear his warm jacket on warm days and he regularly chastises you if you think of doing something stupid. He's not completely sweet to you though, his dry personality does not allow for that.
Akaashi throws all sorts of remarks your way but they're never hurtful. Bokuto is usually the victim for his quick witted jabs, but, when he says them to you they're just. Different. They're laced with affection and playfulness but his stoic face masks the true meaning behind his words. He keeps tabs on you in any way he can and Bokuto quickly catches on to this.
They don't have a proper discussion about the situation they're in. The two just come to a silent agreement that they will share you. They already know each other well and their trust cannot be shaken. Neither one is against sharing you with the other.
There are times when you are a fun trio of idiots, simply living life. You have dinner and goof off. Bokuto makes you laugh and Akaashi feeds you fresh food from the table. Bokuto has an iron clad grip on your waist while Akaashi blocks your exit. Despite the lighthearted atmosphere, there's a thick layer of tension in the air. They smile, but it's not reaching their eyes.
Could they be hiding something?
You are paranoid, you rationalize. What could these two clowns have something to hide?
Time passes, you're all still as thick as thieves. Bokuto has become a professional volleyball player and Akaashi became a manga editor. Due to his strict schedule, Bokuto can't see you as often as he'd like... Which is all day, every day. At least in highschool he had the excuse of classes but now?
He's got nothing!
That's where his good old pal Akaashi comes in.
He sends Bokuto photos daily. The duo have countless folders dedicated to you, all of which have different themes and aesthetics. Akasshi sneaks in as many as he can and you won't ever catch him in the act.
He has years of experience snapping photos of you in every way imaginable. If you ever had the misfortune of looking into his computer files, he'd go to jail for life.
Despite their hectic schedules, both of them manage to keep a tight leash on you. Bokuto is quick to make work of anyone who has any sort of romantic inkling towards you, unless Akaashi tears into them first with his sharp tongue.
Neither option is safe. If you're on the receiving end of either, you will be left in a puddle of your own tears. Perhaps even blood.
You cry and complain to them - why have all your friends left you? Was there something wrong with you? Why was no one looking at you, what sort of defect did you have?
Akaashi's shirt is soaked in your bitter tears as he has his hands on your shoulders while Bokuto sits behind you, his chest pressed straight against your back. He is doing everything he can to not pounce on you right there and then but he knows better - patience is key. Pity he lacks that quality.
Luckily for him though, Akaashi has it in spades.
And they sit there with you on the sofa, the soft pitter patter of the rain hitting the window as you sob your heart out towards your two closest friends, oblivious to all of the things that they have done. You don't know how many people Bokuto had to beat up in order to get you where you are. You don't know how many people Akaashi had to scare the living crap out of in order to have you in his arms.
Bokuto gently blows in your ear, most likely in a teasing manner. You look up and in your shaky gaze are met with Akaashi's hungry stare, his dark eyes boring so deep into your own that you feel as though he could swallow you whole. A pair of powerful arms wrap themselves around your waist, securing you in place as Bokuto places his lips on your neck. He nibbles on the soft flesh as Akaashi leans in and steals the kiss he had dreamed about all those years ago.
Finally, they have you. No one is coming for you, they made sure of it. You don't need anyone anymore. They are your world from this point onwards.
#this is unironically such a fun pair and i love them <33333#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere imagines#yandere x you#yancore#yanderecore#yandere aesthetic#yandere male#haikyu x reader#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#yandere haikyuu#haikyū!!#yandere haikyuu x reader#bokuto koutarou#bokuto x reader#haikyuu bokuto#hq bokuto#yandere bokuto#yandere akaashi#akaashi keiji#akaashi x reader#haikyuu akaashi
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What are your thoughts on the yandere haikyuu teams x their manager?
Boring. I need some spice in it. How about-
Yandere Daichi as a cop and his darling is a civilian and now he's so obsessed with her that he murders her husband, frames him as a criminal and will literally stop at nothing to get darling in his arms because again... who will suspect good old, everybody's best bud COP Daichi to be able to do heinous crimes???
Yandere Sugawara as a psychiatrist because come on- he gives major "master manipulator" vibes and now he's obsessed with his darling patient and will continue to do malpractice and gaslight her and prescribe her all the wrong meds until she loses it and he gets to admit it her under his "special care" and now he can play with her mind all day long🤍
Yandere Oikawa is now a pro volleyball athlete and he just saw Ushijima's little sis, the same one he used to bully and even rejected (and ofc, HUMILIATED) when she confessed to him back in highschool. But now Oikawa's obsessed with her and also still hates his nemesis Ushijima, so what's better than killing two birds with one stone??? And Oikawa still has a very devoted fanclub, only now it's larger and more powerful than ever so now he uses them and his socials to peer pressure you into dating him and eventually, marrying him because he ain't getting any younger honey and he needs some cute babies out of you ASAP.
Yandere Kuroo who is the smart IT tech guy at your office but in reality, he has his own cyber security company that he uses to spy on you, controls your entire life through your socials and don't even get me started on your online banking shit. If its any consolation, he's very rich so... yeah. He may not look like a million bucks, but he does have them. In several offshore accounts.
Yandere Kita who somehow ended up as a mafia leader, probably inherited it as family business and he has like severe OCD so he wants everything done to perfection or so help you, you will 1000% end up 6 feet under. Mafia Kita who has this vision of you being the perfect wife, solely based om the one time you offered him your handkerchiefs because he had a nosebleed from stressing too much and now Kita thinks you're an absolute angel and he wont let you destroy that fantasy of his. Seriously. He will pick out your outfits, tell you how to act and all, punish you if he must, but he does love you.
Yandere Ushijima who is a farmer and has decided that the reader whose car broke down and came to his door asking for help, will now be his wife and be a countryside mom to many kids (u can't say no, okay? He wants a big family) and animals! But hey, he's a very caring husband and will massage your feet, give you baths and feed you his homegrown veggies and meals daily once you are round with his babies🥺
Yandere Bokuto who is now a popular politician and he needs an obedient wife to keep up appearances and play the "family man" image up. So he decides to threaten reader who had a one night stand with him, and Bokuto somehow has very intimate images and videos of you and he uses them to get you to marry him. And now he controls every aspect of your life and tells you to do exactly as he says, and he abuses this privilege more as he gets more powerful and you could only imagine the horrors he would inflict on you if he does actually win elections, but you can't run away because again- he has eyes and contacts everywhere.
#yandere daichi#yandere daichi sawamura#yandere bokuto#yandere ushijima x reader#yandere ushijima wakatoshi#yandere ushijima#yandere kuroo#yandere oikawa#yandere oikawa tooru#yandere kita#yandere haikyuu#yandere haikyu x reader#yandere sugawara
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Powder Keg
it has been far too long since i've indulged with these three
Bokuto Koutarou, Kuroo Tetsurou & Akaashi Keiji x Female Reader
w.c 6.1k
tw: implied non-con, yandere, implied violence and bad times all round
Not guilty.
There’s a moment after the verdict’s read, right before the courtroom erupts into noise where time slows. Your heartbeat thunders in your chest, violently – like it’s trying to rip its way free, and it becomes harder to breathe.
For days, you’ve avoided looking at them, treating the left side of the courtroom as though it simply did not exist.
Your head turns without conscious thought, and you watch it happen. In slow motion, you physically witness the verdict hit them.
Not guilty.
Relief. Joy. Bokuto pulls Kuroo into a hug, pounding his fist across his back as he beams.
Not guilty.
Akaashi shaking their lawyer’s hand, head tilted in a polite bow.
Not guilty.
The gavel slams down, a harsh, strangled sort of noise escapes you. Your knees, shaking as they are, suddenly give way. Cameras flash, your lawyer reaching for you as you sink back into your chair, numb – whatever he says to you gets drowned out, nothing but static and haze.
Three days spent trapped at their mercy while they broke your trust, lied to you, hurt you, fucked you. Cases don’t make it to court for trial unless the prosecution’s almost certain of a conviction, everyone knows that. You had the evidence, the rape kit, DNA, all of it. How– how could they–
The skin at the nape of your neck prickles, the tiny hairs standing on end. Lifting your head, you’re met with a cool gunmetal gaze, Akaashi’s expression giving away nothing.
He nods, though. A slow incline of his chin, his eyes never leaving yours. Bokuto and Kuroo are breaking apart, the latter already beginning to follow Akaashi’s line of sight, and you feel the bile rising up your throat.
In a sudden burst of energy, you lurch from your seat, racing out the side doors. The meagre lunch you’d managed to force down comes hurling right back up – the only saving grace being that you barely manage to make it to the bathroom in time.
On your knees, clutching the toilet and sobbing, you vomit until there’s nothing left but bile and pain. How could they– how could they do this to you?
How could they not believe you when you gave them everything?
You don’t glance up when the door swings open, nor at the tentative knock on the stall door – which as you hadn’t had the time or inclination to lock it, creaks open.
Your mother peers in. “Honey?”
“They think I’m a liar,” you croak out, finally lifting your miserable gaze. “They think I’m making it up.”
“I know, sweetie.”
“We believe you, we know you’re telling the truth. I’m sorry those assholes convinced everyone else otherwise,” your cousin murmurs, appearing behind her shoulder.
Together, they help you to your feet, your mother gently wiping away the tears while your cousin places a comforting hand on your back.
“Those bastards. Those fucking bastards! If the lay judges had any sense at all–” her voice, shaking with rage, cracks, a sob threatening to break through. Beyond words, she shakes her head, clamping her lips shut, and your cousin sighs.
“Come on, it’s going to be a circus out there. Better to get it over and done with.”
She isn’t wrong.
By the time you make it to the steps out front, reporters are everywhere, swarming. Their lawyer’s mid-way through a statement, smugness radiating from every slimy pore.
“– justice served today. These three young men have such promising futures ahead of them, and we can only be thankful that the lay judges and judges alike saw their true character amidst the wild accusations and, quite frankly, outright fabrications from this poor, misguided woman.”
And the reporters are pummelling you and your family with questions, demanding a comment, asking how you feel about the verdict passed down.
You can’t bring yourself to answer them, so you keep your mouth shut and focus on the ground in front of you, one step after another. You can’t stop or you’ll break all over again.
Your mother, however, has different ideas. “You let her down,” she spits. “This whole system let my daughter down today. Do you give all rapists a free pass, or just the ones on track to become olympians?!”
Which, naturally, only invites a flurry of rapid fire follow ups.
They’ve all decided that you’re a whore. A liar. A greedy, attention seeking slut who wanted nothing more than a few nights of fun to leverage for your five minutes of fame. They might not admit it outright, but you can hear it in their questions, see it in their looks.
The verdict only cements that belief.
Three days, every waking second spent clinging to the idea that once you got away, once they were done, you’d be free and everything would be fine.
You’d get justice.
The three of them would spend years rotting away behind bars, and it wouldn’t be enough, not ever, not for what they put you through. Somehow, though, you’d find a way to make peace with it.
And now… now they’re walking free like they did nothing wrong and you– you’re the one left standing there in the wake of a shattered reputation while people you’ve never met hurl abuse at you and your family, telling you you deserved what you got. That you wanted it.
The bolder ones tell you to do everyone a favour and just go kill yourself.
You catch one last look as the car pulls away; surrounded by their family, their crack legal team, supporters. The three of them – each with loosened ties, Bokuto having shed his jacket entirely – meet that gaze head on.
And the weight of it, burning and uncomfortable, lingers long after they disappear in the rearview mirror.
—
“Mr. Kuroo, sir, your two o'clock is waiting in conference room three.”
He hums, fingers tapping away across the screen of his phone
“And,” his assistant continues, “I have your coffee.”
At that, she finally grabs his attention. Stowing his phone back into the breast pocket of his jacket, he smiles, “You’re a lifesaver, have I mentioned that?”
“Once or twice.”
Accepting the cup gratefully, Kuroo laughs, “Yeah, well, remind me ‘bout that when we have your next salary review.”
She brightens at the praise, tucking her hair back behind her ear with a small nod. Kuroo, already halfway down the hall, doesn’t notice, too busy wracking his brain in an attempt to recall what his two o’clock appointment is actually regarding.
There were interviews for one of the junior positions, but those weren’t until next week, he vaguely recalls someone from legal wanting to talk about their upcoming campaign, maybe it’s about that? Usually they want to talk with the whole team, though. Long, drawn out meetings that leave him wanting to repeatedly slam his head against a wall.
Upon reaching the conference room in question, he realises that it’s not legal he’s scheduled to meet with.
Sitting with her legs neatly crossed, pen and paper in hand sits a woman of about thirty, a bottle blonde, with perky tits and a tight black, pencil skirt that clings to shapely thighs. She smiles when he opens the door, sticks out a perfectly manicured hand.
“Kuroo Tetsurou, I presume?”
He takes it, smirks as her eyelashes flutter and they shake hands.
Nope, definitely not someone from legal.
“I don’t mean to be rude, but you are–?”
“Of course, my apologies. My name is Sato Kisumi, I’m a reporter from the Metro Times, we spoke last week…”
A vague memory of a phone call surfaces and Kuroo finds himself nodding. “Right, yeah, I remember. You wanted to talk about an article or something? Sorry, we’re a few weeks from launching our campaign for the new season and it’s been a hell of a day.”
She laughs, a sweet, bell-like sound, “No, no, it’s alright. If anyone understands how crazy it can be working towards a deadline, it’s a reporter.”
He settles himself down across from her, making himself comfortable.
“You don’t mind if I record this, do you?”
Kuroo shakes his head. There’s one already set up on the table, next to the tea his assistant must have procured for her when she arrived. Leaning forward, she clicks it on, “Wonderful.”
“So what’s this article for, anyway?”
“You don’t remember?” her voice carries a teasing lilt. “We did speak about it on the phone.”
“Busy week, like I said.”
“Busy man,” she counters, red lips curling into something like a smile. “To be honest with you, it’s more of an exposé. I’m investigating professional athletes dodging charges for criminal offences. The taking of illegal substances and DUI’s of course, but more serious allegations, too. Spousal abuse, assault, rape, that sort of thing.”
Leaning back in his chair, Kuroo picks up his coffee cup and takes a sip, savouring the bitter, chocolate-y notes of the dark roast his assistant – godsend that she is – knows he favours.
He vaguely recalls the conversation – enough to remember that she neglected to tell him this part whilst she was angling for an interview. Then again, she’d hardly be the first reporter to lie for a chance to get their foot in the door. More than anyone, Kuroo can appreciate that kind of deception.
Now that the truth is laid bare, he’s faced with a choice.
If Kuroo had any sense at all – if he cared about his job and his reputation – he’d politely but firmly tell her to leave before she gets any more comfortable. It’s one thing to ignore and downplay what he’s sure will inevitably turn out to be a scathing indictment of the whole system when it’s published, another entirely to actively participate in it, regardless of intentions.
If he doesn’t tread carefully here, his boss will most certainly have his balls for it.
So he should kick her out. He should.
Instead, Kuroo lets out a light chuckle, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “And you decided to start with the VP of JVA promotion? It’s an… interesting approach, I’ll give you that.”
Kisumi mirrors him, lifting the tea to her lips to take a slow sip. She sets the cup back down on the desk, taking a second to adjust it ever so slightly, the tip of her finger running along the edge of the rim. Then, with an air of nonchalance, she shrugs. “Well, what we’re seeing is that these athletes are usually being protected by their teams and management, and in some cases, with certain athletes, that extends all the way up to high ranking officials within their respective governing bodies. Victims and police are paid off, charges mysteriously disappear, negative press gets buried, like magic.”
“It’s a sad story ‘n all, I’m sure there’s some commentary in there about the failings of society, corruption and misplaced hero worship of star athletes or whatever it is you’re after, but I’m failing to see what that has to do with me. I run the promotions division, not public relations.”
“I’m not interested in talking to you because of your job title, Mr. Kuroo, although believe me, that someone like you could rise to an office like this is damning enough,” she says, no trace of her earlier sweetness, the flirtatiousness. No, now her eyes are cold, her smile, while it still adorns her lips, all too sharp. “I’m here because of a court case a few years ago, in which you and two friends – one of whom now plays for the national volleyball team – were accused of the kidnapping and rape of a fellow student.”
Kuroo barks out a laugh, leaning back into his seat. His eyes flicker to the recorder on the desk, the pen she wields, poised over the blank pad of paper, and back to her cool smile. “A very publicised court case that ended with a verdict of not guilty. No one bribed any judges or tampered with evidence, no one made it go away. That’s our justice system, that’s how it works. If you’re looking for something damning,” he throws the word back at her, “you’re going to have to do a hell of a lot better than that.”
“And you think that was a fair trial?”
“I think you’re wasting your time. Mine, too.”
He moves to rise, intent on ushering Kisumi out of his office when she asks, “You don’t remember me, Kuroo, do you?” Not playful anymore, not even angry; she spits his name like it’s poison, as though the very act of uttering his name aloud makes her skin crawl.
And that, more than anything, is enough to really pique his interest.
Kuroo finds himself studying her – really looking at her – beyond the blonde curls and the hateful scowl, beyond all that he’d dismissed earlier. And there is something that rings of familiarity – her eyes, maybe, the shape of her nose – but Kuroo’s short on time, and despite his amusement, what’s left of his good will is dwindling fast.
“Nah, but don’t take it personally, the whole prissy, up-tight bitch thing you’ve got going on isn’t really my thing.”
“I suppose you wouldn’t, you only ever saw her.” Kisumi makes a disgusted noise, “The whole trial, you wouldn’t stop staring. You and your friends ruined her and then you sat there making moon eyes for three days while your asshole of a lawyer tore her apart on the stand.”
The pieces fall together, a memory resurfaces; a blonde woman leaning forward to touch your shoulder, whispering in your ear as you tried in vain to keep your tears at bay.
And it’s a stupid thing, the faint tinge of jealousy that stirs inside of him as he eyes the woman sitting before him. She’s family – has to be, because Kuroo knew all your friends back then.
(Funny, wasn’t it, how none of them had shown up at the trial either.)
Pushing aside the ugly feeling – at least for now – Kuroo rises to his feet, allowing a smirk to curl at his lips. “Like I said, Miss Sato,” and oh, how he relishes the cold fury that sparks across her features. “You’re gonna have to do better than that – but not today. Get the fuck out of my conference room.”
With her lips pursed, she goes to do just that. Makes it all the way to the door, clutching the handle when abruptly she stops, turning to face him once more.
An eyebrow rises, “Something else?”
“She’s missing. She left years ago, which I’m sure you already knew, but now she’s gone-gone. She hasn’t called in weeks, and the cops won’t help. They said that she’s already proven she’s flighty,” Kisumi spits out a humourless laugh. “They won’t open an investigation when we can’t even tell them the last place she was staying. But I know my cousin, and I know the only reason she’d go this long without calling is if there was something physically stopping her from doing so.”
Her voice remains level, her breath on the other hand–
A chink in the armour.
The family resemblance might not be all that strong between you two, that look though – trying to pretend she’s not afraid when everything from the expression on her face to the tremor in her hands is screaming at him otherwise – all he can see is you.
He loves when you look at him like that. More than he should, but guilty pleasures and all that. He doesn’t want you scared, not… necessarily. Not as much as he wants you vulnerable.
Unlike you, who’d burst into tears, crumble and break, she straightens her spine, swallows down that emotion and continues. “I know the kind of man you are. All three of you. It’s because of you that she left in the first place, and I’m willing to stake my career on you being the reason she’s disappeared this time ‘round as well.”
“S’that right? You got any actual proof, or is this whole thing based solely on the fact that you don’t like me?”
Kisumi, rather than dignifying that with an answer, merely spares Kuroo one last disdainful glare and stalks from the room, letting the door slam shut behind her. A minor victory, but one that brings no small sense of satisfaction.
A shame then, that it doesn’t last.
His smirk slips away, vanishing like a slate scrubbed clean.
Pulling the phone from his breast pocket, Kuroo dials the last number he called, lifts the phone up to his ear, and waits.
“What’s up?”
“We’ve got a problem.”
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Akaashi isn’t one for the spotlight.
He doesn’t hate it per se, he just isn’t all that interested in chasing after it. Better to let everyone be blinded by the other two and let their guards slip around him.
He’s patient – has to be, dealing with Bokuto and Kuroo day in, day out. Calm. Observant enough to realise that the blonde sitting four seats down on the rattling train car has been following him for several days now.
Sato Kisumi.
Akaashi had looked her up after her meeting with Kuroo, begrudgingly having to admit that as an investigative journalist, she was rather impressive.
Kuroo was worried she’d be a problem, and Akaashi’s inclined to agree. Upset relatives were one thing, a well respected journalist with a personal vendetta against the three of them, a separate beast entirely.
One that wouldn’t necessarily be so easy to shake. Or put down.
A polite, feminine voice filters through the P.A system, announcing the imminent arrival of the next station. The train has another four stops before his, yet he rises smoothly when the train slows to a stop beside the platform, exiting amongst the throng of commuters without so much as a backwards glance.
She follows, however, as he knew she would, trailing after him when he makes his way out of the station and onto the busy streets of Shinjuku. There’s a ramen joint he’s particularly fond of a few minutes downtown, only a short walk away.
The quickest route would be to take the main road, lose himself in the throng of people. Akaashi, curious more than anything, decides to instead take the long way round, via the back alleys and narrow laneways, where every footstep echoes, and puddles splash underfoot.
He’s pleased, though not exactly surprised, that Kisumi follows at a distance.
A block away from his destination, he stops on the street corner, turning back to address her.
“Are you hungry?”
The question clearly takes her by surprise, and her answer comes slow. Distant honking from the street ahead, laughter and the rumble of voices tangled together interwoven with music and the shouting of kitchen – closer to the main road, it’s louder here. Easier to mask her presence.
Even so, she had to have realised he’d been toying with her from the start, perfectly aware she’d been tailing him. Why else would he have led her down the rabbit’s warren?
“… What?”
“Dinner,” he elaborates. “Are you hungry? I didn’t have a chance to eat today, and I figured that rather than spending all night following me in the hopes that I’ll – what, lead you to your cousin? – we could sit down and talk over some food. Ramen, actually. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To talk?”
She regards him warily, brows knitting together, considering the proposition. He can’t blame her for the reticence, exactly, but it is somewhat of a pointless exercise considering they both know that she’s going to say yes.
She might hate him. Despise him. She might even be afraid of him, but she went toe to toe with Kuroo and that doesn’t speak to someone meek or spineless. If she wants answers – if she wants you as badly as he thinks she does, she won’t be able to resist.
A heartbeat later, and he’s proven correct. Her jaw tightens, but she nods; a short, sharp jerk of her chin. “Fine. Let’s talk.”
Despite the proclamation, Kisumi remains silent as they’re shown to one of the tables set up beneath the awning outside, shielding them from the drizzling rain, and when Akaashi orders for them both, two bowls of tonkotsu, with a side of gyoza to share. She just sits, shoulders back, arms folded gracefully across her chest, glaring daggers.
All of that fades away when the waitress comes by with their food. In an instant she softens, smiling and politely dipping her head in thanks. Only when the waitress disappears back inside and they’re alone again does Kisumi finally break her silence.
“I don’t suppose you’ll save me the trouble and tell me where my cousin is?”
Akaashi smiles at that, splitting his chopsticks to snatch one of the pot sticker dumplings and take a bite. He savours the mouthful, the rich flavours of garlicky pork, cabbage and chives bursting over his taste buds, chewing thoughtfully before posing another question to the blonde.
“Did she ever talk about how we met?”
Kisumi laughs, shaking her head as she pulls her bowl of ramen close and grabs her chopsticks. “No. No, somehow between all the tears and the breakdowns, her gripping my hand while she lay in that hospital bed and told the cops every detail about how you trapped her in that house, how the three of you touched her, raped her, we didn’t get around to chatting about the meet cute. Weird, right?”
“There was this ramen place on campus,” Akaashi begins, ignoring Kisumi’s dig entirely. “Kind of like this one, except it was open twenty-four seven. Busy as hell during the day, but after ten, eleven at night it got pretty quiet, and she always worked the late shift.”
There’s a quiet wistfulness in his tone that Akaashi doesn’t bother masking.
He remembers the way your face used to brighten when the bell above the door would announce their arrival, the cute little bounce in your step that he never could get out of his head.
When it was dead and you could get away with it, you’d come over and chat, sneaking them drinks, dumplings, an extra egg or slice of pork, even ‘forgetting’ to tally their orders up correctly when it came time to settle their bill. If your boss took notice, he never said anything – or if he did, then you never cared enough to stop.
You could make a few exceptions for your favourites, you’d told him when he’d asked you about it once, smiling that soft, pretty smile of yours. Blind to the way those words, and the image of you beaming so beautifully, would etch their way into his very being, refusing to give him a moment’s peace.
Bokuto and Kuroo would waste hours fighting over who you liked best, only for Akaashi to add fuel to the fire, dryly reminding them that arguing was pointless – you weren’t stupid or blind enough to prefer either one of them.
It was a slow thing, this descent into hell with you… and then it wasn’t.
And he wouldn’t trade what he has now for all the world, but some small part of him will always mourn those early days, the sweet naivety with which you used to treat them.
Kisumi, picking at her ramen rather than eating it, sucks on her teeth and exhales slowly, drawing him from his reminiscing. “So when did it change?” she asks.
“Hm?”
“When did you decide that that wasn’t enough? At what point exactly did the three of you sit down and make the decision to take her to that cabin, keep her there against her will and spend three days systematically abusing her for your own sick fucking pleasure?”
A flash of irritation sparks, and his eyes narrow. “She agreed to come with us, and we didn’t abuse her. We’d never.”
A silence descends between them, thick, wrought with tension and disbelief. And then, like a match struck, the blonde explodes.
“God, you’re so full of shit, you know that, right?!” Kisumi snarls, disgusted. “You might’ve been able to convince the court that it was rough and fun, that whatever damage you left behind was damage she wanted, but I was there for the aftermath. I saw the state you left her in!”
Each word is biting and vitriolic, her voice shaking with barely repressed rage. If she’s hoping for some sign that they’ve struck a chord, wounded him in some way, she’s sorely disappointed. Save for the cold, flat stare he regards her with, the only response Akaashi deigns to give is simply to resume eating, gathering another mouthful of noodles between his chopsticks and slurping them up.
That, it seems, is Kisumi’s breaking point. Shaking her head with a hollow scoff, she shoves her own, largely untouched bowl aside and stands.
“I’m going to find her, and when I do I am going to spend every waking second, every last yen I have making sure that the three of you go down for it.” And with that, she snatches up her purse, yanking it open to dig for her umbrella.
Another mouthful, braised chashu pork and scallions. “You’re more than welcome to try.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
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Fingers drum restlessly against the leather steering wheel, tapping out an anxious beat.
‘Don’t do anything I wouldn’t,’ Kuroo had said, clapping him on the back.
The light shines from her bedroom window, the shadow of her figure moving within. Bokuto checks the clock again; 11:27.
He’d been so happy, over the fucking moon to come home. Three weeks away, three and a half hours on the train, he was itching, leg bouncing restlessly as the miles slowly crawled by. And even though all he wanted to do was find Kuroo so they could go home already, he made the effort for the fans that swarmed the second he got off the train.
Took the time to smile and pose for pictures, signed the autographs, laughing and chatting away. He gets it, he does – meeting your idols is pretty fucking awesome, and the last thing he’d ever wanna do would be to ruin that for some poor kid just because he’s in a rush to get home and rip your clothes off.
Still, even at the best of times patience was never his forte, and three weeks might as well have been a lifetime.
Anticipation had him on cloud nine, and nothing – nothing – was gonna bring him down.
At least, that’s what he’d thought.
‘Don’t you have an ounce of shame?’
It’d taken everything he had not to snap there and then. There were kids around, staring up at him with wide, confused eyes – their parents quick to usher them away.
Kuroo’d said she’d be a problem.
Akaashi agreed.
The bedroom light flicks off, and his pulse jumps. Go time.
Adjusting the cap on his head, he flips up the hood of his jacket and exits the car, avoiding the light from the street lamps above to cross the road. Her house is nice enough. Small, with a garden out front spilling with greenery and potted flowers. Her cat, lying on the windowsill between the blinds and the glass, notes his arrival on the doorstep with slow blinking eyes, only to yawn and dismiss him entirely, unbothered.
Faced with a locked door, Bokuto doesn’t bother wasting time or energy trying to pick it. He has no need – two solid, powerful kicks later, the wooden door splinters and cracks, giving way beneath his foot.
Shoving the wreckage of the door aside, Bokuto shoulders his way inside. There’s a sudden yowl – the cat, startled by the noise, launches itself from the window to skitter away to some safe, dark hidey-hole. From somewhere else within he hears a muffled thump, followed by a curse.
Good. He wants her to know he’s coming.
‘You can google it, you know? The rape and the trial, it’s on your wikipedia page – and those kids and their families, they still worship you. That’s your legacy.’
A slow building anger seeps through his veins, blood thrumming in anticipation.
‘Doesn’t it make you sick?’
She’s threatening to take you away. ‘Kaashi said she’s hellbent on it.
Bokuto can shoulder a lot. He dealt with the blow to his image – both during the trial and after it – and when you left last time, disappearing into thin air without so much as a goodbye, it broke something inside of him.
Still, he found a way to get through it. He had to, because he was getting you back.
And the taste of you lingers on his tongue from when it was buried inside of you only hours ago, a honeyed tang he’d swallow down by the mouthful if he could. Back home your hips and ass, the soft sweetness of your thighs, carry mottled imprints of his fingers – that overeager, desperate touch.
Three rounds he’d gone; sinking his cock into your pussy, fucking out all of his frustrations and pent up emotions ‘til he was spent and you were a shaking, shivering, heavenly mess. It was supposed to make things better. Calm him down a little and take the edge off.
It had the opposite effect.
Because he knows now what it’s like to lose a soulmate, he knows just how high the stakes are.
She swung first, Bokuto’s simply returning the favour.
There’s no point masking his footsteps as he stalks through the house, a singular goal in mind. Akaashi made him promise that he wouldn’t take this too far – and he won’t.
He wants to – fuck, he really, really wants to.
But he won’t.
The door to the bedroom’s cracked an inch – it groans in protest when he nudges it wider and crosses the threshold.
The thought of finding her, dragging her kicking and screaming out into the living room was something he’d been looking forward to, but Kisumi – rudely ruining his fun – isn’t hiding.
No, flattened against the wall opposite, shaking like a leaf, she grips her phone like it’s a lifeline. “I-I’ve called the cops. They’re on their way,” she calls out, and he realises that while his eyes have adjusted, hers haven’t. She thinks he’s a burglar, someone she can reason with.
He almost snorts.
Fumbling against the wall, it takes him a second or two to find the light switch and flick it on. Light floods the small bedroom in an instant, and Kisumi flinches, an arm coming up to shield her face from the sudden brightness.
When it falls though, and golden eyes meet her own, Bokuto’s rewarded with a look of shock and recognition, which quickly gives way to something much, much more satisfying.
Fear.
It’s in her eyes, widening horribly, the way her face drains of blood. The audible little hitch in her breathing that sends a delightful tingle down his spine.
And still, she tries to put on a brave face.
“The cops are already on their way,” she repeats, tongue darting out to wet her lips. “Whatever you’re after– just… just go, and I swear I won’t say a word. I’ll keep your name out of it. We– we can pretend this never happened, alright?”
Bokuto grins at that. Shifts his weight as he lowers his centre of gravity.
The funny thing is, the stupid bitch doesn’t know just how right she’s about to be.
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The beeping of the monitors brings back bad memories.
Truth be told, a lot of what happened that day is a blur. You don’t care to pry too deep, trying to pluck and sort through the trauma of what happened. You remember the hospital, though – gowned up, lying on the scratchy sheets, gripping Kisumi’s hand while you walked the detective through every harrowing minute you’d spent at their hands.
And now the situations are reversed, and it’s your cousin lying broken and damaged in the hospital, and you’re the one sitting at her bedside, keeping watch over her like the guardians of old. Holding her hand while you fight back tears.
The doctors say she’ll wake up soon, but they’ve been saying that for hours now.
All you can do is sit there and pray that she’ll wake up soon.
Pray that she’ll listen, and hear you.
You’re there when the doctors come by to check her vitals, when the food cart rolls by. They don’t stop for her, even if she were awake there wouldn’t be much point, what with her jaw wired shut and all.
Her whole body’s a mess. A broken wrist, broken ribs, her jaw shattered and face a bruised, swollen mess.
It’s a miracle she’s still alive.
Your stomach twists, nausea threatening to heave its way up your throat. No – it’s a miracle that he stopped.
The phone in your pocket vibrates, you ignore it for the third time. No doubt you’ll pay for it later, right now you can’t bring yourself to care.
“Please,” you mumble, squeezing your eyes shut as your vision blurs with unshed tears. “Please.”
But it’s a while yet before she stirs, consciousness slowly pulling her back to you.
It begins with a muffled groan, a whimper when she shifts. Even with all the damage to her face, you can see the signs of distress taking shape – hurt, twisting at her features.
They’ve given her all the drugs they can, and she’s still in pain.
Your heart wrenches. “Sumi? Sumi, can you hear me?” you ask, clutching her hand tightly between both of yours.
She groans again, fighting to get both eyes open. The phone in your pocket buzzes, insistent. It doesn’t stop after one, going off again and again and again, raising your internal panic. But Kisumi’s blinking now, trying desperately to pull the world into focus. Figure out why it hurts to move, why her mouth won’t obey when she tries to talk.
And you see the tears well up in her eyes, the panic and fear, and you swallow down your own emotions because they don’t matter right now.
“Hey, hey it’s okay. I know it hurts, I know you’re scared, but you’re safe now. I promise you, you’re safe.” An echo of the words she’d once spoken to you. Your thumb strokes the back of her uninjured hand. “Don’t try to talk, just… listen to me, I don’t have long.”
Her fingers try to clumsily curl around your own, and she makes another noise – a garbled butchering of your name that breaks off into a frustrated wail – sending a fresh bolt of pain and guilt lancing through your chest. Tears sting in the corner of your eyes, bottom lip quivering.
This is all your fault.
“You can’t talk, your jaw they– they had to wire it shut,” you tell her while she chokes on another sob. You squeeze her hand, “Please, Sumi, I need you to listen to me. Don’t move, just… blink if you understand; once for yes, twice for no.”
A beat passes, and she blinks. Good.
“Do you remember what happened? The man who attacked you?”
… One blink.
You exhale unsteadily, clearing your throat. Kisumi’s eyes are wide as saucers, tracking every move with a laser focus, and your hand is wrapped so tightly around hers that if she wasn’t already drugged to high heaven she’d probably be whimpering. She’s afraid, you realise. Not of the hospital or the damage she’s yet to comprehend the extent of – she’s afraid because she remembers.
She’s afraid because you are.
“Kisumi… you need to stop this. Forget it happened, play dumb for the cops, drop the article and stop interfering. For your own sake as well as mine, I'm begging you. Otherwise… Otherwise–” your voice dies a quiet death as footsteps approach.
There’s no need to turn.
Kisumi’s face tells you everything when it blanches and she begins to tremble like a terrified puppy. Beside her, the heart rate monitor goes haywire, mirroring her pulse as it jumps erratically with the short, sharp gasps she sucks through clenched teeth.
And when a hand falls to your shoulder, both of you flinch.
“Ready to go, babe?”
To Kisumi, you force a tight, watery smile, “Let it go, okay? Promise me.”
You don’t wait for a response, there’s no point. You’ve poked the bear enough by ignoring their calls and texts, there’s no need to push your luck more than you already have.
Letting Kisumi’s hand slip from your grasp, you rise from your seat and turn, nodding. “Yeah.”
Kuroo smirks, coaxing your face up into a short kiss while his fingers entwine with yours, but it’s Bokuto, claiming your other arm, who grumbles like a petulant child, “You were s’posed to be done hours ago.”
“I‘m sorry. We can go home now.”
Neither one of them spare the battered blonde more than a cursory glance on their way out. You, on the other hand, risk a backwards glance in the moments before you’re tugged away.
Kisumi’s sobbing, broken and raw, hunched over as much as her injuries allow. Her bloodshot eyes meet yours, and your heart breaks one last time.
Promise me you’ll stop. They’ll kill you if you don’t.
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thinkin abt needy yan bokuto who takes ur virginity for the first time
bokuto who roughly possesses you— takes your jaw into his hand and (with a bruising vigor) presses his lips to yours. there’s a momentary dink of your teeth meeting, before his tongue is acquainting itself with yours. slick and warm, mapping the expanse of your mouth.
your protests muffled—your head is immobilized but trembling with the effort to shake your head, recoil.
“cmon baby, wanna make you feel good.” he’s pleading, the sound floating into your mouth and you’re choking on its sheer saccharinity.
“you want this, i know you do.” your inner thighs are pulsing at the cupping of his impressive torso. it’s a hamstring stretch in itself. even worse, his fingers maneuver around the dampened lace of your panties and tug them aside. they’re sticking to the side of your labia, and the sensation has you responding viscerally.
his next movement is unceremonious. his thick and coarse fingers plunge inside of you— the pads kissing the sides of your walls, and nicking that spot—your eyes bulge, mouth glistening and agape in a soundless cry.
“see? look how wet you are.”
if you had the capacity, you’d be gritting your teeth, but your only outright means of defiance was a breathy gasp, “b-bokuto, stop.”
he pulls back from the countless open-mouthed love bites he’d carefully worked into your neck (glowing red, incomplete circles, shining beautifully), and tilts his head.
“but i don’t want to.”
it doesn’t sound malicious. it doesn’t even look like it. but it’s petulantly dangerous. more so, he wants something, and what he wants is wrapped up in his hands. he has unparalleled strength to covet it, so it’s his. you’re not going anywhere.
he can’t even understand why you’re begging him to stop.
the tempo is incomprehensible, absolutely nonsensical. you hope his fingers cramp—the strokes keep evolving. shallow, quick, slow, deep and curled. bokuto presses his lips to your ear, so warm and wet, the same stimulus expressed by every inch of your skin. he’s panting, mewling like it’s you who’s torturing him.
“please, please let me eat you out, princess. god, please. i need it.” he’s near whimpering. it’s downright pathetic. “we’ll feel so good. i swear, i swear baby. please.”
you can’t even breathe.
his head is lowering to that precious, sensitive space between your thighs, lips closing around your nervous nub. your hands leap to his hair, fistfuls gathered in each, and you’re pulling. you can’t figure out if you’re pushing him away or keeping him in place. his tongue scales the side of your clit, and with hollowed cheeks, he suckles tightly. air-tight, and pulsating under the muscle.
callouses are petting your sides, his fingers twitching as they reach the valley of your breasts, before climbing to your nipples. he’s pinching tightly, rolling them between his forefingers and thumbs with a passion akin to the same extended to your cunt.
a strangled gasp scratches your throat, you’re vibrating at the stimulation, and as soon as he releases the bud with a reverberating pop!, something so balmy and intense rips open at the pit of your stomach. chest heaving, you ride the high with fabric-clad fists.
he’s still slurping, varying between tantalizing kitten-licking to full on fucking you on his tongue. every part of bokuto was fucking jacked and graced by boggling strength, the bruises left on your tits and your thighs weren’t as jarring as the force behind each thrust of his tongue.
his head retreats unexpectedly, and you’re fervently grappling at this moment of reprieve— but before you can suck in much needed mouthfuls of air, he’s pressing his sticky tip to your hole. precum and your slick smears and trickles onto the sheets, yielding a sickening solution of lust. its warmth intermingles with that of your sweat, frigid with dread, leaving your skin crawling and begging to be satiated more than before.
you jerk, fear tightening your joints as your eyes snap open, “n-no, wait!”
your hips creak under his grip, and when your gaze languidly meets his, you’re resigned, blinking back tears of desperation. he’s not humping your leg all needy and pleading anymore. he’s not entertaining your begs or pleas of yield. he’s not begging or pleading with you anymore, either. he’s gonna take you. but don’t worry!! he’ll make you feel real good <3
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Hiii!!! I haven’t really requested anything before so I hope I’m doing this right, but could I please request the training camp with manger reader, character of your choice bc I really couldn’t decide lmao😭😭😭
I really wasn’t sure what to do for this, so I just chose Bokuto because… well, because. XD
Title: Enamor
Pairings: Bokuto Koutarou x Reader
WARNINGS: Yandere themes, manager! reader
Summary: Bokuto develops a crush on the Shinzen High manager.
enamor
/verb/
be filled with a feeling of love for
Bokuto’s attention was easily won, but just as easily lost.
His attention was fleeting, bouncing from one person to another like a volleyball. Until it stopped.
On you.
Bokuto had already met Kyoko, but he had no real interest in her. She looked beautiful, sure, but she didn’t have much in the way of personality to hold his attention. You, on the other hand, were beautiful and energetic.
You were the manager of the Shinzen High Volleyball Club. You stood on the sidelines of every match and cheered your heart out for the team. Where other managers clapped or just watched silently, you jumped up and down and hollered out praise.
When each match was finished, you would fling yourself onto the group of boys- high fives if they won, hugs if they lost. Shinzen High wasn’t exactly the best team there (though they were no Karasuno), so there were quite a few losses and quite a few hugs.
Bokuto pouted every time you gave a round of hugs to them, eyes narrowing whenever you lingered a little too long. He found himself wishing he could be on the Shinzen High team, just to get a hug or high five from you.
Akaashi noticed something was wrong when Bokuto went into “emo mode” before the next match even started. His eyes surveyed the gym, surprised to notice where Bokuto’s attention was.
The broccoli-headed guy had an arm around your waist as the team talked. You didn’t seem bothered by it, merely talking casually as though it weren’t there.
“Bokuto,” Akaashi warned, “We have to start the next match.”
“Just play without me, Akaashi,” Bokuto said dramatically, “I have a broken heart, I can’t play.”
Akaashi closed his eyes and tried to think what would cheer him up, “But, Bokuto, don’t you want to impress her with your volleyball skills?” Bokuto perked up, but only a little.
The next few matches were torture for Fukorodani. They were good at playing without Bokuto, but they needed him to get over his emo mode at least at some point in the match. Instead, he spent the entire time moping around- not trying to spike or receive and serving half-heartedly.
The coach was furious and, in the next match, he didn’t even put Bokuto in. “Deal with it or don’t play,” he had said.
Bokuto found himself walking up to you in a daze. You turned to him and gave him a polite smile, “Yes? Can I help you?”
“What’s your name?” Bokuto asked.
“Oh, it’s (Y/n),” you said, looking a little confused, “And you’re Bokuto, right?”
Bokuto’s emo mode disappeared instantly, “That’s me!” He puffed his chest out in pride.
“Why aren’t you playing?” you asked, confusedly looking over at his team.
“I wanted to talk to you!” Bokuto said, “I love you!”
You stared blankly at him, “You just learned my name, how do you love me? Or is that, like, an over exaggeration?”
Bokuto gave you a look like a kicked puppy. Didn’t you understand that he had fallen in love at first sight? That he was enamored with your very being?
Apparently you didn’t understand, because you turned back to your team, cheering as they made a point. You turned back, looking surprised that Bokuto was still there.
That was okay, he’d find a way to show you how much he loved you before training camp was over. Whether it was through bubbly praise or confronting you in the locker room, alone… he would have you.
He’d never been this enamored with anyone else before.
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere one shot#yandere haikyuu#haikyuu!!#one shot#yandere bokuto#bokuto koutarou
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yandere bokuto please please please ty 😩
YANDERE! BOKUTO KOTARO HCS!
tws: stalking, manipulation, forced intimacy, gaslighting, attention seeking behavior, self harm, suicide threats, murder, gore, kidnapping, underwear sniffing, breaking and entering, noncon/dubcon, verbal/emotional abuse, domestic violence, mind break,
Bokuto would develop these feelings extremely quickly. He wouldn’t exactly know that these feelings/urges/thoughts are wrong, either.
Bokuto absolutely hates your friends. He hates that they take so much of your time; the solution? He kills them.
When Bokuto kills for you, it’s messy. Very messy. He’s quick to clean up evidence and will always leave the body somewhere the authorities can find it- though, they’ll have to search a bit.
Despite Bokuto’s seemingly air-headed nature, he’s very knowledgeable about forensic science. He finds it very fascinating (it also comes in handy).
When you begin to lean on Bokuto, he’s over the moon. All of his hard work is paying off!
If he lets out a few suspicious words, he’ll gaslight you into thinking that you heard him wrong. He didn’t mean it that way [Name]!
If you distance yourself from him, he’ll cut himself in a few places that are noticeable and when his sleeves ‘accidentally’ ride up around you, you’ll end up taking care of him more often
Bokuto manipulates you into leaning on him more often and will re-wire your brain into thinking about him and only him.
Bokuto is the type of yandere that will wholeheartedly research things that you’re interested in so that you’ll like him more.
Bokuto will mold himself into your ideal guy- why? Because you’re everything he wants and he wants to be everything you want!
Bokuto will break into your house at night after learning to lock pick and steal a few pairs of your underwear and shirts/hoodies. He just loves your scent so much.
When you seem to be making more friends, or even doing homework more than you’re talking to him, he’ll call you saying that he’s scared and that he’s been ‘in his head’. That he’s worried he might hurt himself again and ask if he can come over for the night.
If you try to distance yourself, no worries. He’ll just kidnap you. He’ll lock you in his basement, in the portion of the wall that he’s sectioned off and soundproofed so that you’ll never leave him again.
Bokuto is kinda delusional, so he thinks that when he’s taking advantage of you and he hears a few whimpers, that you do want the treatment he’s giving you.
Don’t even think of escaping. He’ll break your legs and arms if he has to.
He’ll force kisses, hugs, cuddles, sexual intimacy, and make you say that you love him. If you don’t… god help you.
Be very cautious about what you say to him. He can go from happy to furious in the blink of an eye. You don’t want to see him angry, either.
Bokuto’s punishments are always physical. He’ll bruise you, break your bones, use your body for his pleasure, deny you food and water, the list goes on.
When you begin to submit, Bokuto will fee quite smug. His efforts are once again paying off.
When stockholm kicks in, and you finally say ‘I love you’ first, Bokuto will shower you in love.
“[Name]… I’m sorry to burden you so often… but, do you think I can come stay over for the night? I’m having those thoughts again…”
“Shut the fuck up. I’ll break your fucking jaw if you say another god damn word!”
“[Name], I love you. I love you so so so so so so so much. You love me too… don’t you?”
“God, fuck, you feel so good, baby… hah~ don’t clench down on me like that-“
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chatbot ai
warnings: yandere behavior, stalking, manipulation
in the three years you’d been in university you’d never once cared for the loneliness you felt. university took up the majority of your time, and rent had to be paid one way or another so work kept you more than busy. no, it didn’t start until the windows fogged with condensation and the crisp leaves fell from the trees. that’s when the feeling crept in, the craving to have someone by your side; a pair of arms wrapped around your body at night, lips to kiss, a hand to caress your skin.
it wasn’t just about the physical contact, though. it was the mere desire to be loved and wanted, to have someone to converse with and have mutual interests. at least that’s what you told yourself, until you found comfort in a specific chatbot.
you thought it was a call for desperation, a blow to remind yourself of the fact that you were lonely enough to talk to some computer bot to feel a sense of companionship. “this is stupid,” you thought the first time around, only typing a greeting to the chatbot. the name across the screen read “bokuto”, and although the description was empty, his status displayed a green symbol, signalizing the bot was active.
it started with simple conversations and responses, until the bot began asking questions about your day to day life with details it had no way of knowing. you had a bad day at school because of an exam? bokuto knew the reason you were sulking the remainder of the night. forgot to set your alarm the night before? bokuto reminded you to double check it before you turned the chat off.
it almost seemed like there was a real person behind the screen, like someone followed you around at school and watched you through the webcam on your laptop. if only you knew the reason your professors had stopped reprimanding you for late assignments and why the lingering old men at the diner you worked at no longer showed up.
the jackal had more than enough on his plate today with the upcoming trainings and tournament coming up, but he had to make sure to talk to you today. he couldn’t believe you still hadn’t noticed the blinking light of your webcam reminding you of the recording taking place, but he knew soon he’d make his presence known.
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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.
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👀Bokuto kidnapping you and being... almost sweet? Ur confused, but he takes that opportunity to rail you ;). -🍙
He's just so sweet isn't he? I hope I did him justice, took me a while to figure out how I wanted to write him. I didn’t want to go full smut but still enjoy!
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Yandere!Bokuto Kōtarō x Reader,
TW: Implied-Noncon, Kidnapping, Forced Relationship, Bondage, Forced drugging.
Home Sweet Home
The first thing you noticed when you woke up in a place you didn't recognize was the soft plush of the mattress under you. The hazy feeling surrounding your mind as it slowly began to clear.
Taking in the room that wasn’t yours. Trophies sat along a shelf, pictures on the wall of people you’ve never seen before. A high school volleyball team, the MSBY Black Jackals team right in the center, an old white and black jersey encased in a frame.
Fear gripped you tightly. Sitting up only to be pulled back down, noticing the coarse rope on your wrists. Another thing you didn’t notice until now was just how naked you were and the silk sheets did nothing to stop you from shivering.
“Oh!” You heard a happy chirp come from the bedroom door.
You knew him from somewhere, the gray and black spiked up hair, yellow eyes that seemed to always be on you. He was well built and tall, eyes sparkling from the moment they landed on you.
“I didn’t think you’d wake up so soon, Akaashi said it’d last a few hours,” looking at you and then away like a puppy trying not to beg. Licking his lips, “I won’t complain though.”
A big grin coming across his face as he sat down beside you. A hand too close to your side made you squirm a little out of the way. He didn’t seem to mind. “It’s been so hard to hold back, but you’re finally here with me!”
Seeing your confusion, he jumped up a little. “Oh! You probably don’t know who I am,” pouting at his honesty before turning back to you. “I’m Bokuto Kotaro, Wing-Spiker for MSBY Black Jackals.”
That’s how you knew him, this was the Bokuto Kotaro, you’ve seen him play during high school and now in professional league. You were just a fan, meet him a few times so why were you in, you could only assume in his bedroom.
“Why...” You found yourself whimpering.
He leaned closer, head tilted to the side. “Why? Oh, you mean the ropes? I didn’t want you to hurt yourself when you woke up.”
“No, why am I here Bokuto-san?”
Bokuto opened his arms wide, “because we are going to be living together from now on! Thats why, silly!”
Living together? You barely knew him!
“Please let me go.”
He pouted once more, a hand to his chin lost in thought. Discarding whatever his previous thought was or maybe it was just to much for him to think about. Either way, it didn’t matter.
The consequences of kidnapping and holding someone against their will, even he wouldn’t be spared jail time if people found out. Whether he was famous or not.
“No, I don’t think I will.” He stated, moving to straddle your hips. Making sure to not put as much weight on you, “you just don’t know it yet but we were meant to be! Even Akaashi says I focus much better when you are around, we’ve only met a few times but it’s fate! You are always seated where I can see you...”
You drowned out his voice focusing on the way his hands begun to trail across your sides up your chest and back down to a place you didn’t want him to touch. All the while he was talking, Bokuto took off his shirt showing off his well built physique.
Closing your eyes you let out a breath, finally tuning back into him hoping to bring him back from whatever fantasy he thought you would agree to willingly.
“...and don’t worry about anything, I know what I’m doing. Akaashi is already getting the paperwork done and then we can tell the whole world! Won’t that be fun, babe?”
“N-No it wouldn’t be.” You started to tremble, scared of what he plans. Judging by the way he was currently looking at you with lust blown eyes and a hard-on slowly rocking against your hips; you were an unwilling participant.
Bokuto didn’t know the meaning of personal space, cupping your tear-stained cheeks and pressed them together to stop your babbling. He knew you were confused, who wouldn’t be when they wake to their soul mate! “Why not?”
Why? Brows pushed together trying to push him off you with any amount of strength only succeeding in tiring yourself out more. “Because who would think it's fun to be married to their kidnapper?! You’re crazy! Let me go!”
Bokuto froze, you wouldn’t want to be married to him? Why? What could he do to change your mind? You just weren’t in the right state of mind, he could help you! You wouldn’t have to worry about a thing!
Shaking his head and got off you. For a second you breathed a sigh of relief, but the ropes weren’t loosening, nor were you given a shirt or any form of cover as Bokuto left you and came back with something in his hands.
“Akaashi said I should use this on you if you are difficult, I really didn’t want to!” Straddling you once more, popping the cork off the bottle. A pinkish liquid shined as it was tipped towards your lips. No chance to shut your mouth with his hand gripping your jaw and keeping it open. “Hey hey, be good! It’ll be good for the both of us and then, and then after we can discuss things once Akaashi comes back!”
Forcing, what you can only assume is an aphrodisiac, down your throat. Bokuto kept a steady hand on you, rubbing his thumb in circles on your hip. Eyes taking in everything: from the way your lip quivered to the sweat slowly beginning to trickle down your cheek to your pupils growing wide. Akaashi said it would work fast but he didn’t think that fast.
It was a good thing he was impatient when it came to you. Having knocked you out after a fan meeting, you were the last person and he couldn’t have been happier. Akaashi didn’t say much, only told him to be careful.
How could he be careful around you? You were just to sexy and he couldn’t keep his hands to himself any longer. He waited enough, yeah?
Rest his forehead against yours, slipping out of his boxers and taking in just how much you wanted this as well. You just needed a little push after all!
He cooed at you, kissing your cheek and then your lips taking it slow before devouring you in a heated kiss. You couldn’t deny he was a good kisser for an over-grown puppy, you didn’t know what you’d expect.
Pulling back to get air, he panted above you. Pressing the tip of his cock against you, rubbing up and down and licked his lips. “Can I?”
Of course he asked, not like he waited for you to answer.
#my writing#sorry took so long#yandere haikyuu#yandere haikyuu x reader#yandere bokuto kotaru#yandere bokuto#heed trigger tags please#tw: implied noncon#tw: kidnapping#tw: drugging#yandere bokuto kotaru x reader#yandere kotaru bokuto x reader#yandere x reader#yanderexreader
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PART 2
Couples:
Yandere!MSBY 4 x Kageyama Twin!Reader
Side couple:
Komori Motoya x Kageyama Twin!Reader
Warnings: Cheating, non-con(not too much), obsessive and possessive behavior, general yandere tendencies. This is my first time writing explicit content like this, sorry if it's boring:/
PS: Send in requests if u have any...
Part 1:
"So how have you been? Everything going ok with Komori-san?" Tobio's voice sounded through (Y/n)'s apartment as she cooked her dinner.
"Yeah! Everything has been great with us, tho the distance is really killing me, but we phone each other every day." (Y/n) answered back, waiting for Tobio to speak up again.
"Well, you did pick pretty far away cities, Shizuoka and Osaka I mean. But as long as you find time to call each other, it should be fine." (Y/n) smiled bitterly, nodding her head Kageyama's words
"Yeah, but enough about my love life, what about you? With how many fangirls and those fansites you have, you must have someone in mind." She teased, already imagining her brother blushing at her words.
"You know I am not interested in that, at least not now. Volleyball is more fun."
"You should honestly think of marrying it at this point." (Y/n) joked, not surprised by his answer.
"Shut it! But anyways, I need to go now. You will be off to Shizuoka this weekend?" Tobio wondered as (Y/n) went to pick up her phone and turn off the speaker.
"Well I was planning to, but Motoya told me he will come. Something about getting away from Shizuoka and all." The med student answered, recalling the conversation she had with the pro athlete a few days a
"Well at least you won't have to travel after the exam then. By the way, did Hinata text you at all in the past 2 weeks? Since the game with Komori-san's team, it's been radio silent from him."
"Hmm? Now that you mention it, I didn't hear anything from him either. Could that loss bumped him out so much?"
"Who knows. He can be off at times, but I am sure he will come around. Anyways, I got to go now. Hoshiumi-san wanted to take Hirugami-san and I out for a drink."
"Have fun! Give them greetings from me!"
With that, they ended the call and (Y/n) went back to making her noodles so that she can return back to studying as soon as possible. Groaning, the med student went through her phone, trying to find the last few notes she needed to revise.
"Just this one more exam and then I will have some time for myself..."
She yawned, looking at the clock on her wall, groaning.
"I will barely catch any sleep these days..." (Y/n) groaned as she put the phone away and went to eat her dinner, her mind going from her exam to the orange haired volleyball player.
'He really has been acting off... ever since graduation to be honest...'
She thought in worry.
With Hinata...
The man tossed and turned in his bed. He was supposed to go to sleep hours ago, but he just couldn't. Every time he closed his eyes, the image of (Y/n) and Komori flooded his mind, and he just ends up angry.
"Stupid Komori...is it his height that makes him attractive? His looks are average at best.. or his money? If (Y/n) was in need of financial support, she could have called me-"
Hinata's rambling was cut off by his phone ringing, so he quickly went to answer it.
"Sakusa? Why are you up so late?" The orange haired man wondered.
"I was talking with my aunt over some family meet up later this month, and she let the information about Motoya visiting Osaka slip out... do you know where I am going?"
Sakusa said sternly, clear annoyance lacing his voice as he mentioned his cousin.
"Do...do you think it's the right time?" Hinata wondering, his eyes going wide as he remembered the plan.
"Another time we won't have. We need to break them up... Aunt told me that he plans on proposing to (Y/n) soon."
Hinata's eyes widened and he clenched his fists.
"Ok...did you think of a plan to break them up?"
"Yeah, I will handle that."
"Good, I can't wait till that pest is gone."
"You and I both."
Sakusa sighed from the other side.
With Atsumu...
Atsumu groaned as he kept on stroking his cock as he went through the pictures he saved of (Y/n). The pictures were nothing special, just some from the beach he found on her Ig, but those were enough to rile him up. The image of the young woman underneath him, panting, crying and begging for release kept playing inside his head.
'(Y/n)... please...'
Groaning, the faux blonde as he came all over his hand. Panting, he got up from his bed and went to clean himself up. Once he was done he went back to his bedroom, sighing sadly as the images he had were just pure fantasies, the kind he wanted to be true.
Huffing, he sat down on his bed and scrolled through (Y/n)'s social media, smiling when he saw a new story was posted.
But, that smile faded away as soon as he saw that it was a picture of her books and a cup of coffee.
'Why is she up so late? It's nearly 1 in the morning. Shouldn't that useless boyfriend of hers make sure she is sleeping?!'
"Stupid! I knew that guy was no good! Why did she pick this prick of all?"
Atsumu's stare hardened as he thought of the brown haired libero. Back when he met Komori at the training camp, he thought of him as a possible friend. But now...now that he was with the girl of his dreams, there was no way for him to have that position.
"I wanted to so desperately see him cry that night. Show him and (Y/n) who the better one is...better player and better boyfriend, but..." Atsumu sighed as he rubbed his face, feeling like crying.
"But the whole time (Y/n) kept distracting me. That smile and her cheers, wonder how it would feel like to have her cheer on me, wear my jersey-"
Atsumu stopped his monolog as a message popped up. Quickly opening it, he saw that it was Bokuto.
'Komori is coming to Osaka tomorrow. We need to break them up this weekend. Sakusa said he is planning to propose.'
The message set an already frustrated Atsumu on fire. There was no way he will let that Komori put a ring on her pretty little finger.
"Besides, he can't afford what (Y/n) really deserves, unlike the rest of us. And Komori (Y/n) just sounds wrong."
The next day...
"I honestly don't know if I will pass this one, but the most important part is that it's over!" (Y/n) cheered as she walked out of the building.
"I am sure you will pass. When will the results be?" Miwa asked from the other side of the phone.
"In like...5 days or so. Unless the professor starts grading them today."
The med student yawned, already dreaming of her soft bed.
"Sleepy? Are you off home?" Miwa asked, worried for the youngest sibling.
"Yeah. Motoya will arrive in Osaka later tonight, so that gives me some time to rest."
"Alright. I have to go now since a client arrived. Have fun you two, but not too much~" The older woman teased, causing (Y/n) to blush a little as she said her goodbyes.
'She can be too much at times.' (Y/n) groaned. All of a sudden, the young woman felt someone grab ther shoulder, causing her to jump away and turn around.
"Easy there (Y/n), it's just us!" Sighing in relief, (Y/n) noticed the familiar golden and black eye.
"Bokuto-san, Sakusa-san, what a surprise! What are you two doing here?" (Y/n) asked, smiling as the two athletes took off their masks.
"We were just walking by after practice! Do you live here somewhere?" Sakusa asked flatly, already knowing all the information.
"Oh no, my university is in this location tho! How are you two? Has practice been going well?" (Y/n) asked while smiling, causing Bokuto to blush a little, meanwhile Sakusa hid his by putting his mask back on.
'Adorable...my (Y/n) is so adorable.' The black haired thought as Bokuto spoke up.
"It's been great. Today we were let go a little sooner than usually. The coach and captain were a little easier today, after all the hard training before."
"Yeah, they got a lot stricter after our match with Komori's team." Sakusa explained, getting more annoyed at his cousin than he already was. (Y/n) blinked for a moment, and then remembered what he was talking about.
"Sorry to hear that you two, but you guys were still amazing. I guess it depends on the luck you have that day." She answered back, trying to lighten up their moods. Which seemed to work, as Bokuto stopped pouting, sending her a grin soon after. Sakusa seemed to lose his annoyed demeanor, but his eyes stayed as passive as possible, so she wasn't sure about him.
"Really?! Did you see that service ace I delivered at the beginning?! Worked on it for a while." Bokuto boasted.
"Yeah! That was pretty cool! I am happy that you hard work paid off. Hope the next time you performed it, it will be the winning points."
Bokuto grinned at the praise and continued talking to the younger. Sakusa clenched his fists are the sight, envying how easy the conversation between the two was. How familiar they are to each other. It's not like Sakusa didn't talk to her before, she visited his place often with Komori, but he always had a hard time talking to her.
"Hey uhmm... the two of us, Atsumu and Hinata are free tonight, want to go out for dinner?"
The black haired boy's question surprised not only (Y/n), but Bokuto as well.
"Well that sounds nice Sakusa-san, but Motoya will come over tonight, so I really can't. And I don't think it's that much of a smart idea, I don't want to piss some of your fangirls off."
(Y/n) shuddered, remembering how some of the girls from her class came into her, after pictures of her and Atsumu talking surfaced on social media.
Sakusa and Bokuto ignored the part with Motoya, as they were more concerned over the 2nd part.
"Say...none of the fans caused you any trouble?"
"Ahh...all I can really say is that Atsumu-san's fans love him a little too much." Was all she said, which made alarm bells go off in both of them.
"But nothing to worry about! I already handled it! Anyways, I need to go now, gotta rest a little till Motoya arrives! Bye!" (Y/n) said, walking off quickly, trying to avoid any form of questioning from either of the two.
"What are you doing?" Bokuto wondered, his gaze switching from (Y/n) retreating form to Sakusa's, who was dialing a number on his phone.
"I will call my dear cousin over for a drink... the plan is going in action tonight."
"Alright! Let me go and call Hinata then." The Fukurodani alumni grinned, excited about tonight.
"You are meeting up with Sakusa-san? Why didn't you tell me earlier?" (Y/n) asked the brown haired libero over the phone.
"Sorry, it came out of the blue, I will try not to stay for too long with him... you are not mad?" Komori asked from the other side, gulping as he thought of her reaction.
"Why would I be mad, Sakusa-san is your family after all. Just, tell me sooner next time." She asked softly. There was really no reason for her to be annoyed, aside from him not informing her sooner.
"Sorry, I really am. But I have something for you, which might make it up for my mistake." Komori said sheepishly, causing (Y/n) to grow curious.
"What would that be?"
"You'll see! But I need to hang up now, sorry."
"Ok, have a safe trip! And have fun."
Turning off her phone, (Y/n) sighed and went to her living room, opting to watch a movie or two till Komori arrives.
A few hours had passed and (Y/n) was beginning to get nervous, not only was Komori supposed to arrive at her place an hour ago, but he also wasn't answering his phone.
"Should I call Motoya again? I have been calling him for the past 20 minutes and nothing... Maybe Sakusa-san will answer me." (Y/n) muttered nervously as she dialed the athlete's number.
She didn't have to wait for too long, as he answered his phone quickly.
"Hello? (Y/n)?"
"Sakusa-san! Thank God you answered, is Motoya with you? Why isn't he answering his phone?"
'I probably come off as controlling, but fuck it!' She gulped, waiting for an answer from the man.
"Motoya? Why would he be with me? I am out with Hinata."
(Y/n)'s heart dropped at those words.
'There... But why would he say?'
"Hello? (Y/n), you still on your phone?" Sakusa's voice interrupted her thoughts and she quickly answered him.
"Uhmm...I... Motoya isn't with you 100%? He said you two would meet up for a drink."
"No, we never agreed to that. I have practice tomorrow, so that's out of question-"
"I need to go. Bye, sorry for interrupting you two." (Y/n) didn't let Sakusa finish as she hung up and went to call Komori again, her heart racing and alarm bells ringing.
"Come on...answer please....Motoya..." She desperately begged, thinking of the worst possible scenario.
'He wouldn't... Motoya wouldn't cheat. There is no way, but why else would he lie?'
"Why aren't you answering?!" (Y/n) screamed as she threw her phone on the couch, tears escaping her eyes.
"Please...let this be all a prank, I swear I won't be mad. Please-"
A notification popped up on her phone, and (Y/n) quickly ran to her phone, thinking this might be Komori. Unlocking her phone, (Y/n) read the name of a private Ig account, which sent her a few pictures. With a heavy heart, she opened the message, only, to her horror find pictures of Komori sleeping next to a unfamiliar girl. The sight of the woman smiling next to a seemingly naked Komori made her heart break and she quickly turned of her phone.
Shaking and sobbing, she plopped on the couch and started crying harder, the pathetic feelings of sadness and betrayal taking over her body.
"Motoya...why?"
"Should we go now?" Hinata asked as Sakusa finished his call with Atsumu.
"Yeah, the woman sent those photos to (Y/n) and already left. With how much Motoya drank, it will be a wonder if he remembers anything." Hinata nodded his head as they walked of to Sakusa's car.
"All the better for us, (Y/n) will just think that he is lying and trying to pretend nothing happened."
Sakusa silently nodded his head, grinning like a madman that this years old nightmare is coming to an end.
'Finally she will be mine...tonight is the night.' The black haired man hummed as him and Hinata walked off to the meeting spot.
A few hours passed by and (Y/n) was sound asleep in her bed, all the crying drained her, and she just wanted to shut off everyone. So much so that she didn't even answer her brother or sister's calls. The silent apartment was soon disrupted by the sound of the entrance door being opened, and two figures walked inside.
"Shouldn't we wait for Hinata and Atsumu?" Bokuto whispered as Sakusa nodded his head.
"I really could care less where those two idiots are right now. Besides, we should go and prepre our little princess." The Itachiyama alumni muttered as he walked to (Y/n)'s bedroom, his whole body shaking in excitement along with Bokuto's.
"Finally, I have been dreaming of this moment for so long." Bokuto grinned as Sakusa slowly opened the bedroom door. Breath hitching up, Bokuto walked inside and up to (Y/n)'s bed. The man gulped as he looked at her sleeping face, her puffy, red cheeks and pout causing his cock to harden.
Groaning, Sakusa slowly removed her covers, enjoying the sight of her vulnerable figure. Bokuto let out a a sigh as he sat on the bed and caressed (Y/n)'s hair.
"I can't wait for those two." Sakusa finally said as he hovered over the woman, and slowly grabbed onto her pajama pants, pulling them down.
"Finally." Bokuto grinned as Sakusa pulled off her pants, licking his lips when he saw her panties. Quickly unbottoning her pajama shirt, he was more than pleased to see her bare boobs.
"Naughty girl~" Bokuto giggled as Sakusa started kissing up (Y/n)'s leg, her soft skin turning him more and more on.
'And that bastard Motoya kept all of this to himself?! And with how he is, he probably didn't please her to the fullest.'
Bokuto was meanwhile kneading (Y/n)'s nipples, watching in pleasure as the woman started groaning and moaning, her eyes slowly opening, looking at her surrounding in confusion.
"Looks like my little slut is finally up? Look Omi!"
"Wh-what th?!-" (Y/n) shrieked as she realized what was going on, desperately trying to wiggle her body out of this. But all of this was to no avail as their grips on her body tightened.
"Shh baby, we will take great care of you. Just be compliant."
"Get off of me! What the hell?!" (Y/n) glared up at Bokuto as she tried to push him off. This pissed the white/black haired man off, causing him to grab her arms and pin them down, sending the woman a warning growl.
"Don't make it so unnecessarily hard, baby. We know you want this, you are all wet just from our touch." Sakusa cooed as he inserted a finger inside, enjoying the surprised expression and her attempts to hide her moan.
"Don't hold back baby, I want to hear all of the noises." The black haired man laughed, insisting a 2nd and 3rd finger shortly after.
"Stopp~" (Y/n) moaned out as Bokuto played with one of her nipples and sucked the other, moaning at how soft she felt.
"Good girl, just lay back and enjoy it." Sakusa smirked as he pumped his fingers faster and faster, enjoying how hee moans were getting louder and louder.
"You smell so nice... I have been waiting for so long. We all have." Bokuto muttered in between of kissing her neck, leaving a bite mark or two in the process.
"Wha-what are you t-talking about~" (Y/n) panted as she felt her climax approach her.
"We all have had our eyes set on you since high school, and it really enraged me...us to see you with my cousin of all people. But you will soon learn not to mess with us, baby~" Sakusa chuckled as the younger came onto his finger, enjoying the moan she let out.
"So sensitive... Atsumu and Hinata will sure enjoy this." Bokuto teased as he wiped her tears away, kissing her cheek right after.
"Please...please don't go any further... Sakusa, Motoya will be-"
(Y/n) flinched as both men glared and let out low growls.
"Still thinking of that pest? While two of the most sought after athletes in the country are about to give you the night of your life?" Sakusa said as her got up, signaling to Bokuto to change positions. (Y/n) was about to use the moment her hands were free to get up, but Sakusa stopped her.
"You are not going anywhere. The fun is just starting." Sakusa said as (Y/n) watched in horror as Bokuto started taking off his pants. Then suddenly, the younger heard her bedroom door open, and a familiar voice fill up the room.
"Hey! Why didn't ya wait for us?!" Atsumu growled as Hinata whined at the betrayal. The black haired man rolled his eyes along with Bokuto.
"Next time don't take so long. Now wait till Omi and I are finished."
"Not fair! I know (Y/n) longer than any of you, I should do it first!"
"Deal with it, Hinata." Sakusa said, looking down at (Y/n)'s teary eyes, the sight causing him to grow harder than he already was.
The next day, (Y/n) woke up feeling sick and body aching from all the bruises and bite marks the 4 left on her body. But besides that, a weird form of relief washed over her body as she noted that neither of the men were with her. Perhaps, she thought, they left or something. But, just as she started hoping that, her door opened and revealed Hinata's smiling figure. (Y/n) cringed at how normal he was acting, as if he and his friends didn't force themselves on her last night.
"You are awake! Just in time too, Omi made us breakfast." Hinata said cheerfully as he approached her bed, causing the woman to flinch away as he touched her shoulder.
"Huh? Was I that rough with my marking last night? Sorry baby, I will be gentler next time." (Y/n) looked at the grinning man in horror as he said that.
"N-next time?"
"Of course, did you think this was a one time thing?" Gulping, she felt Hinata grab the back of her head and rest his forehead against hers.
"We all are in love with you for years, and if you thought we would leave after we got a taste of how sweet you are...you are dead wrong." Hinata said, the crazy and lovesick look in his eyes made her realize in just how much trouble she was in.
"Besides...of you don't want Komori's career to end in a cheating scandal, you will play the role of the obedient little kitten." Atsumu said from the doorway. (Y/n) moved to look at him in shock as Hinata started kissing her neck, moaning at the pleasant smell.
"How do you-"
"How do we know? Easy, we set him up. You should have seen how much we had to make him drink to convince him that woman was you." Her eyes widened as Atsumu chuckled and walked up to her bed, patting her head and kissing the top of it.
"Remember, your body and soul belong to us from now on, so better not look at any other man, or else these pictures of Komori are going into the public."
(Y/n) felt tears start rolling down her cheeks as Atsumu showed her those again. She knew there was no way out, if only she knew sooner how crazy these 4 were...maybe she would have been more careful. Maybe she would have stayed in Tokyo or even in Miyagi to study,but with the way they were, (Y/n) doubted this distance would have prevented any of this. Atsumu chuckled at the hopeless look the younger had on her face and leaned in to lick some of the tears away.
'Finally I have you hopeless and desperate, just like I always wanted it.'
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Haikyuu Masterlist
Hinata Shoyo
Werewolf Hinata
Kuroo Tetsuro
Headcannons
Okiawa Toru
Headcannons
Blackmailing s/o into staying w/ him
Bokuto Kotaro
Headcannons
Delusional love
Sugawara
HC
S/o always shows up to his games
Nishinoya
HC
S/o likes him but isn't sure they're actually ready for a relationship
“I love you, and I know you love me too. Even if you refuse to admit it.”
Sugawara
Siren sugawara w/ a virgin s/o
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Wait, are oikawas fangirls genuinely yanderes for us, or are they just doing it all of oikawa?
I mean, they started off and still are majorly yanderes for Oikawa, but you... have grown over them a little. Sure, they hated you at first but when Oikawa made it clear how he viewed you as a little sibling, you became way more tolerable to them. Of course, there were still times when they disliked how openly you admitted to hating Oikawa, not even bothering to hide your disgust and annoyance of the man, but when they cleared up a few misconceptions and threatened you, you also started to sing his praises like they did, even if they had to tell you word by word what to say exactly.
Eventually, when the fear washed off and all of your friends abandoned you, you started to befriend some of the fangirls too. And they had also started to see what Oikawa saw in you- you're just a soft, naive idiot that needs to be protected because you clearly don't know what's good for you.
And since you had befriended them, they also started easing up on you- letting you stay up past bedtime to play games, letting you keep your socials, even allowing you to go on dates.
The last thing was something Oikawa was definitely not happy about when he found out. And it was one of the few times when Oikawa genuinely lashed out at his fangirls, letting them witness just a crumb of his unbridled rage and sadistic controlling nature.
"Why the fuck would you let her date ANYONE?!" He yelled at one of the leaders of the fanclub, who all but cowered at his harsh tone.
"Tooru- I just- we- I thought that it would be nice for Y/n! She just spoke so fondly of this guy, her crush! And I just thought that she deserved some love too! The same way you love us, right?" But Oikawa all but grabbed her by neck and pinned her to the wall as he glared at her with murderous intent.
"No."
No?
"No. Y/n will not date anyone. She will not fuck anyone. She will not kiss, hug or even talk to anyone except us. My love and your love should be enough for her. Don't fucking spoil her and make her a whore like yourself." Oikawa let go of her neck, running a hand through his hair frustratedly. "You will go and find her right now. I want her in the girls dorm in an hour. You know better than to disappoint me, don't you?" He asked the fanclub who all but nodded in agreement before beginning to leave.
"And girls?" They halted.
"You better hope that crush of hers doesn't touch her, or else I'll be crushing all of your legs."
The fangirls left, all with one worry.
How the fuck are they gonna stop Bokuto from touching you?
The man literally hugged the fangirls when you agreed to go on a date with him.
I wasn't sure who to make reader date? Initially, I wanted Ushijima but I've written a lot for him. Then Kita, Kuroo, Bokuto, Miya twins, etc came to mind.
I just miss haikyuu a lot
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(=ↀΩↀ=)✧ dereDere Anon back with !! A request!! I have so many ideas and I’d like to send in multiple requests , but I also know workload can pile up very quickly and I don’t wanna burn ya out!!
(Personally my biases are Bokuto:hq, Choso/Geto:jjk, and Mirio:bnha! ›:33 )
For nowww~!
May I ask for a darling who is freshly abducted; Bokuto’s chest is pounding with excitement. The areas of the house Darlin’s allowed in were exactly their taste. He should know after all, he’s their most bestest friend! He knows all of your likes and interests.
He expects for Darling to be scared, confused, not able to understand the circumstances.
But when Dalring awakes, and sees Bokuto, they simply breaks out in a smile and asks what’s up— why they’re tied up…
It turns out his Adored Darling has been contemplating suwuc*de for the last year, yet Bokuto’s kind acts of affection and persistence to be with them, He, without his knowing, had already been their savior for a while.
“I don’t mind throwing my life away… but if you would make better use out of it, i would happily give it to you, Kou!~” <3
// I can see myself very easily falling into stalkholm syndrome, as it would be a dream for me to have only domestic responsibilities, with someone who loves me throughly and deeply. This may be a repeat question for other characters, but Bokuto, Tsukki, and Suga are my favorite Yans<33333 ’=//w//=`
♡ A Purpose ♡
(A/N: I cant decide if this is angst or fluff... I think it’s somewhere in between 🤔🤔 I can also see myself calling for any yandere if they’re willing to just co,fort me or love me 🥺🥺 Also you have good taste in characters 💖)
Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, kidnapping, reader has depression, implied suicidal thoughts, stockholm syndrome, fluffy angst
Summary: You never really had a purpose, at least you felt like you didn’t so if Bokuto wants your purpose to be his love, you’ll take it (Yandere!Bokuto x GN!Reader)
Masterlist ➸ ♡
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Bokuto anxiously sits next to the bed you lay in. He worked so hard to make it so everything was perfect. He understood that being taken from everything you knew was going to be very overwhelming, so he tried to make everything perfect for you. He decorated your abc his room exactly the way you like, he got you a lot of gifts, and he got all of your favorite foods and snacks for you to eat.
He watches you as you sleep in your new bed. He had knocked you out with a drug but he was incredibly scared it might hurt you. Bokuto is just so nervous to see how you react to your circumstances, he knows if you break down he’s going to be tempted to let you go.
Bokuto watches as you gently flutter your eyes, you looking up at the ceiling as you wake up. “Good morning, baby! Are you feeling alright?” He asks cheerfully, although he was worried you might not feel well because of the drug. You slowly turn to him, slightly confused. But you smile once you realize it’s him. “I’m feeling alright. Where am I?” You ask, although you don’t sound scared.
Bokuto thought you would’ve been scared, especially because by now you realized that your hands and feet were tied. “You’re at your new home” he says, before continuing. “I couldn’t stand you not being mine so I took you! I just want to love you and keep you safe from everything” he says, smiling the same smile he always has.
You can see this nervous look in his eyes as if he’s waiting for you to act scared or start crying but you don’t. “I know that it’s bad” you start, pausing before you speak. “But I don’t mind this. I mean I know you, you couldn’t hurt me. And you’re the only person I really have, I want to be yours. I just want to return how much you’ve helped me” you say, looking up at him with glassy eyes.
You didn’t lie. All those things you said were true. You weren’t in the best mental state when you meet Bokuto. But everyday he went out of his way to talk to you, he asked about you, he smiled at you. He always made you feel wanted. Knowing you were so loved made you happy, you felt like you belonged now.
If you could help him out, give him whatever he wanted, you would do it. He practically saved you, you watch as he pouts before hugging you. You can’t hug back do to you being tied but you lean into his touch.
“I’ve never really had a purpose, so if my purpose is to be yours then I’ll take it” you say, leaving Bokuto speechless. Even if you agreed to be be his, he can’t help but feel a bit sad at your words. He could never think of you as someone with no purpose because to him you were absolutely perfect in every way.
He saved you, you only find it fair you return the favor.
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Thank you for reading, darling!!
#yandere haikyuu#tw#yandere bokuto#yandere!bokuto#yandere bokuto x reader#yandere koshi#yandere koshi x reader#yandere
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Yandere Team-ups: Asahi Azumane & Takanobu Aone & Kotaro Bokuto & Wakatoshi Ushijima
Gently and fierce love
They all somewhat keep each other from doing anything too rash but that doesn't always work.
With this group their darling ways have a bodyguard around to keep them safe.
This group is one of the most suffocating ones.
Given that there are four of them, their darling is going to have to deal with a lot since each one has their own way of doing things.
Each one does vary with some being more willing to get bloody while others tend to take a different approach.
Bokuto and ushijima usually end up doing most of the “dirty work” but that doesn't mean asahi and aone won't join in it.
All four love to spoil their darling but it does vary with each one.
Going back to being ‘bodyguards’ they protect their darling from… everything. Everything is a threat and only means harm to their darling so they watch over them while getting rid of anything and everything that will hurt them. Even from each other if need be.
In the end their darling is going to have their hands full dealing with those four all at once. They may have had a chance with just one but all four and will…. they better learn how to deal with them or else.
#yandere#yandere headcaons#haikyu imagine#haikyuu#yandere haikyu#haikyu#asahi headcanons#yandere asahi#asahi azumane#Asahi#aone headcanons#Aone Takanobu#Aone#yandere aone headcanons#yandere aone#yandere bokuto#bokuto headcanons#kotaro bokuto#yandere ushijima#yandere ushijima wakatoshi#ushijima headcanons#Ushijima Wakatoshi#ushijima
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this request might be a little weird but yandere!bokuto x quiet!reader x yandere!akaashi where reader like to listen to music, coffee shops (yet proceeds to get tea or hot chocolate there), mangas, and dresses. could there be some fear in this too like the fear of the ocean and easily gets homesick.
also i love your writing its amazing and take as much time w this as you need🤍
- anon🥂💍
This sounds awesome- not weird at all! And thank you so much, you’re so kind to me! >3<
Title: Routine
Pairings: Akaashi Keiji x Reader; Bokuto Koutarou x Reader
WARNINGS: Yandere themes, reader has thalassophobia
Summary: Akaashi and Bokuto have picked out the perfect place for you to live. Too bad you don’t agree…
routine
/noun/
a sequence of actions regularly followed.
You were a creature of habit.
You went to work and left when your shift was over. You visited a coffee place before and after work, but you never got coffee there. On Saturdays and Sundays, you spent a good chunk of your time there too, sipping away at a hot chocolate while music blared through your earbuds and you settled into your latest manga.
You also spent a lot of time at home, often doing the same things as you did at the coffee shop. Playing music while you cleaned and cooked, and curling up on the couch to read your manga. You were a homebody, but you enjoyed your time outside too.
You went shopping on Sundays and ate out on Saturdays. A little treat for how hard you worked during the week, no doubt. You got gas the moment your car started getting low and you cleaned frequently.
You liked to wear dresses and makeup, but not too much. Your dresses were nothing too fancy, almost casual and your makeup was light and natural.
You were fond of routines and anyone who knew yours could find you easily.
Stalk you easily.
Seriously, you made it way too easy for two people in particular to follow you around and watch you. Learn all the things that made you you. They knew everything mentioned and more.
Akaashi and Bokuto were best friends and shared many of the same interests- the most intense of which included you. They loved you deeply, but they didn’t know how to approach you with an offer like “date both of us, please”. It just wouldn’t work out.
Bokuto would overwhelm you, Akaashi was sure of that. And Akaashi would underwhelm you, as Bokuto liked to say. They were the unlikeliest of friends and even more so, potential romantic partners. There was no way you’d fall for either of them, much less both.
So they followed you.
At first, they had convinced themselves that, if they just got to know you, they could woo you easily. Pretend to have all the same interests and bam! You’d be one happy throuple.
They could claim to like all the mangas they’d seen you read. Claim to love that cozy little coffee shop where they, too, get hot chocolate. Claim to have the same taste in music.
But wouldn’t that be creepy? They realized that too. Akaashi could be subtle, sure, but Bokuto was not a good actor by any means. Too eager to please, they both knew too well.
Their minds turned to kidnapping a little too quickly. But, after all, they were stalking you. It was the logical next step for them both.
It’d be easy to sweep you away, considering how strictly you followed your routine and the fact that you lived alone. But there was the worry that they would have to keep you locked up, constantly worrying about being put behind bars and keeping you from becoming depressed.
They had an idea or, rather, Akaashi had an idea and Bokuto agreed. It was an awful, cruel idea.
But to them, it was a necessary one.
When you next woke up, you’d be in an unfamiliar bedroom in an equally strange house with even stranger men. You’d be frightened, sure, but you’d soon find it was easy to escape. They wouldn’t stand for keeping you locked or chained up, after all.
While escaping their house was easy, escaping their small private island was not.
When you stared at the vast ocean, face drained of all blood, and swaying unsteadily, you end up looking back at the two men who casually followed you outside, wondering if they knew that you were deathly afraid of the ocean. That you’d never dare try to cross it or so much as wade your toes in it.
Only to be met with smug, knowing grins.
#yandere#yandere haikyuu#haikyuu!!#yandere one shot#one shot#yandere x reader#yandere akaashi#yandere bokuto#akaashi keiji#bokuto koutarou
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⍣ ೋ tell me
˚ · . bokuto x afab!reader
: ̗̀➛ public sex, manhandling, rough sex, squirting, biting, big dick!boku, jealousy, possessiveness, breeding, unprotected sex, bokuto thinks reader was flirting but she really wasn't
tell me, tell me tell me that you love me too
"kou.." you mewled out, hands flat against the cold locker in front of you, your chest pressed against the hard surface.
"tell me that you love me—hah, y/n..!" he groaned out, his hands gripping painfully onto your hips as he pounded into you from behind. your legs dangled pathetically in the air, being held up by him, too dumb with pleasure to actually hold yourself up.
"hah.." you huffed out, your teeth grazing over your index finger as you tried to muffle your shameful moans. you could even register what your boyfriend was saying, too focused on the delicious pleasure he was giving you, his thick cock stretching you out so well it had you seeing stars.
"y/n?" he cried out once more, pressing his chest against your back, slamming your body against the locker. he was frantic, his eyebrows furrowed as he awaited for your confirmation. one of his hands released from your hip, coming you to hold your own against the locker, pinning you in place.
he was on a high, nerves shot and heart beating so hard it had him nearly doubling over. just earlier, a considerably attractive guy had came up to you and had indulged in a friendly conversation with you, and to the insecure bokuto, it looked like he was flirting with, and worse of all, it seemed you were enjoying it.
he was quick to drag you into the locker rooms, roughly manhandling you against the lockers, biting and kissing your neck as he cried to you, begging for your attention.
"kou.. ishh too much.." you babbled out, your face was a met, smeared with tears, saliva and even your own snot. he's been fucking you regardless of how many times you've came, just wanting to hear you scream his name over and over and over again until he's satisfied and reassured.
"y/n, say that you love me." he whined once more, suddenly pulling out his cock from your abused pussy and grabbing you by your shoulders and whisking you around. he made you feel like a rag-doll, like you weighed nothing as he effortlessly lifted you and held you down on the benches. it hurt to be manhandled like this, but the feel of the sting as your back made rough contact with the scratchiness of the cheap metal had you yelping out with pleasure.
with a growl, he was already plunging his cock back into your poor cunt, resuming his unrelenting pace, his hand coming down to the back of your calf and lifting it up over his shoulder. he bent you in half, leaning down to shove his tongue down your throat, swallowing down every cry of his name.
you were weak against him, even if you wanted to, you couldn't, he used your own weight against you, overpowering you with ease as he fucked you. "y/n, you're mine." he grunted, pulling away so he could leave more love bites and hickeys on the soft skin of your neck. the next day, for sure, you'll have to hide yourself from all of the knowing stares they'll give, knowing that your boyfriend fucks you stupid.
he held himself up on one of his arms besides your head, his eyes glued to the way your pussy sucked him in. his cock twitched at the sight, a creamy ring forming around the base of his cock from your wet pussy, "fuck, y/n," he groaned, clenching his eyes shut when you got impossibly tighter around him, sending heavenly jolts of pleasure up his spine.
"nobody—ah-can fuck you like i do, y/n. you d-damn know that," he grunted, his thrusts loosing rhythm as he tried to draw out his oncoming orgasm. "huh? you know that right?" he said, his moving over to the side of your cheek, cupping it gently.
"yeshh.." you babbled, "love you kou.. love y' cock.." he cursed once more under his breath at your lewd words, his hand moving down from your face to your clit, rubbing rough circles onto your sensitive bud. "gonna breed 'ya— gonna breed your cunt so everyone knows who you b-belong to.."
he nearly doubles over when you cum for the nth time once more, squirting all over his lower abdomen and thighs, your back arching as your vision goes white. he slams his hand down onto the bench, holding on to dear life as he stuffed your cunt full of his seed. "f-fuck," he gasped out, his hips desperately humping slowly against yours like a bunny, his orgasm shaking him to his core.
he breathed heavily as he finally fell limp against you, his heavy body weight feeling like a big blanket. his head laid against your rapidly rising chest, his eyebrows still lightly furrowed as he still felt the lingering pains of jealousy within him, his lips mushed against your school's vest as he inhaled your sweet scent, now contaminated with the sick oder of sex, semen, and sweat.
"you're mine."
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