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bunnykawa · 1 month

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all mine (sakusa x f. reader)

summary: Big brother Sakusa has to deal with his flirty little sister. word count: 6k? warnings: 18+, sexual themes, incest, noncon/dubcon/rape, voyeurism kinda, some yandere themes, sakusa is delusional a/n: just a little thing i wrote out of nowhere to let out some steam and because battle of the garbage dump got released in japan and yeahh i just thought about my handsome man LMAOO. sorry if it's not that great since it's been like how long?? but enjoy!! also no this isn't a part 3 to my fic from 4 years ago lolol and excuse any of my typos 😵‍💫

Sakusa doesn’t know if he should be mad or not. The glow of his alarm clock is illuminating his dark room with the soft moonlight slightly peeking in through the blinds. He runs his hands through his curls before he sighs and puts his pillow over his face.

He can hear you. The soft moans and suppressed whimpers coming from plump, swollen lips can be easily heard through your thin walls. If he closes his eyes and really focuses, he could hear how wet your pussy is as you get drilled right next door—right next to the wall, too, because he knows that you prefer your bed in the corner of the room and the sound of the bed creaking is getting unapologetically louder and louder. He was supposed to be asleep an hour ago for early volleyball practice the next morning, but instead he’s listening to you. Every little noise, every creak, every word that slips out of your clenched teeth as you try to be as quiet as you can—”Please,” you beg in a broken voice, “Y-you’re so big, ‘Tsumu.”

’Tsumu; the little nickname that makes his blood boil and all he can think about is how much of a fucking asshole he is. Yeah, he should be mad—he has every right to be angry, he thinks. Sakusa has to see Atsumu Miya’s cocky face and disgustingly bleached hair at volleyball practice every week and now he has to hear the fucker himself fucking his little sister into oblivion in the next room.

And now it’s getting hot in his own room! He scratches the side of his neck in irritation. Why does it feel like his comforters are suffocating him? Sakusa throws his pillow across the room and rips the blankets off of himself. The tip of his hard cock is peeking out from one of the legs of his boxers, almost as if his body is mocking him for feeling this way—for getting hard at the sound of his little sister getting split open. He grimaces for a second, but the guilt and shame can hit him later. Right now it’s too fucking hot.

So, he’s angry because he hates Atsumu—hates how Atsumu has managed to infiltrate his professional life and personal life in such a gross way. Why is Sakusa bitterly pushing his boxers down around his thick thighs? His cock springs free and he grips the shaft harshly.

“Fuck,” Sakusa mutters. He starts slowly, gently pumping his hand around his cock. It’s warm in his hand and twitching at the small bursts of pleasure, enough to allow a pained moan out through gritted teeth. When was the last time he even had someone over to use their body how he pleased? He wishes he could ignore it—ignore you—but all he does is pick up his pace as he listens to the sound of your cunt getting destroyed and your sickeningly sweet begging for Atsumu to fuck you harder.

Oh, he’s mad—so mad that everything is throbbing from his head to the head of his dick. He hisses at the pain in his temples but it does little to stop him from continuing to fist his cock.

“‘Tsumu!” he hears you cry out. The sound of your headboard slamming against the wall is getting even louder, accompanied by the slick noises coming from between your legs and skin slapping against skin. The room feels like a sauna at this point, but nonetheless, Sakusa squeezes his eyes shut as he picks up speed and fucks into his own hand like a pervert at the sound of his little sister.

Would you be scared of him if you knew how badly he wanted to be in Atsumu’s place? How he wants to rip Atsumu away from you and make you cum on his cock the way he wants to? His skin is getting sticky from his sweat—his arm is getting tired from how fast he’s pumping his cock, desperate to release his frustrations in a stream of hot white liquid and how he wishes he could paint your face with it. He imagines how your lips would feel wrapped around his cock—if you would beg for him through watery eyes and tear-stained puffy cheeks trying to put all of him in your mouth. Is his cock too big for you? Is your pussy as warm and sopping wet as he imagines it is?

“I’m gonna cum!” you scream, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Your voice cracks when you chant for Atsumu. Sakusa’s whole body tenses, every single nerve and muscle in his body on fire because damn it, he wants to be the reason why you're screaming and convulsing and crying from pleasure like a whore.

Then with a few more strokes of his cock, he releases his cum in heavy streams that land in a sticky mess on his sheets and lower abs. He groans as his cock twitches against his aching fingers. After a few seconds, he lets go of his shaft and lets it fall against his pelvis. It’s like the whole world has stopped—there’s no more erotic noise coming from your side of the wall. It would have been completely silent if it weren’t for the sound of labored breaths and giggling. He wonders if Atsumu is going to cuddle you to sleep and stay the night or if he’s going to run away and leave you yearning for more.

Embarrassment creeps onto his cheeks with how fast he came, but as fast as the embarrassment comes, the guilt suddenly settles deep into his stomach, into his joints, into every muscle of his being. Sakusa is disgusted with himself for letting his lust take over during a moment of weakness—lust for his imouto who doesn’t know any better, who is in the prime of her life to fuck around and find out without much of a care in the world, who doesn’t think about the consequences. Sakusa can’t do that like you do, it’s not built into him except for the few times where he did let loose—although he’s not as sloppy as you. Sometimes it feels like you were raised in different households. It shouldn’t be a surprise to him that you flirt and fuck with his volleyball teammates—or anyone that breathes in your direction for that matter. It shouldn’t—but for the first time in his life, he asks himself that if you undress for anyone…then why not for him?

He curses to himself. His expectations are too unrealistic. You’re siblings! And he knows that you both could and should never unless you wanted to ruin your relationship and test your morals. He reaches over to the towel hanging on his desk chair and quickly wipes away the mess he made. A nice, steamy shower pops into his mind, but he’s too tired to wash away his sins.

The room gets colder and his transgressions have nowhere to go, marinating into his skin, reminding him that he’s a shitty big brother for wanting to ravage you from the inside. As his mind goes hazy from how sleepy he is, he also hears a door open and shut followed by heavy footsteps and another door—your door and the front door. A small smirk finds its way across his lips. Sakusa may have a sick attraction to his little sister that he may have recently discovered, but at least he’s never lonely. You, however—

You can never make them stay long.

“Omi-nii~!” Sakusa hears you sing, bouncing through the hallways of your shared apartment until he feels you wrap your arms around his naked waist. He’s in the kitchen warming up the leftovers you cooked earlier in the day over the stove, looming over the counter and scrolling away at his phone.

He scoffs and leans away from you in mock disgust, “Weren’t you sick last week? Get off me before you give me your disease.”

“I don’t have one! I’m clean!” you whine with a pout, squeezing your arms around him tighter. You press the front of your body against his back, a gesture that makes Sakusa feel fuzzy, especially when you also press your nose against his bare back to inhale his scent. There’s something so intimate with the way you’re not even scared to hold him while he’s not wearing a shirt. His skin is fresh from the shower and his hair is slightly damp. He pulls away to look at you when he notices how nicely dressed you are.

With a raised brow, he asks, “Where the hell are you going this late?” You pull away from him to adjust your dress. He turns to face you, his eyes going up and down your body with sick thoughts beginning to cloud his brain—sick, twisted thoughts that should have never crossed his mind.

“First of all—” you say, rolling your eyes at him, “—it’s not late. It’s literally only six-thirty, you weirdo.” Sakusa narrows his eyes as he begins to scowl. But despite his obvious look of you better not be going out like that, you happily ignore him. “Second of all, I’m going out on a date!”

“A date with who?” he asks sharply, folding his arms against his chest and straightening his posture. He always does this to tower above you, to hopefully make you feel smaller than you are. It worked much better when you were both younger.

You bite your lip before giggling his name, “Atsumu.” You seem to get bubbly as his name rolls off of your tongue naturally with a smile playing at your lips and warm cheeks to accompany it. Maybe his heart aches a bit with jealousy when you say that stupid name, a feeling that makes the guilt settle heavily again. The last time he heard you say his name—moan his name—was a few nights ago when he did something no brother should ever do, separated by a few inches of thin walls. As quick as he is to question you, he is also quick to shake those damning thoughts out of his head before they manifest into something more and he ends up losing it in the kitchen you share. He’s scared that he might never forgive himself if he does.

“Since when the hell did you get so close?” Sakusa shoots you another question with furrowed brows. As monotonous as Sakusa usually is, the distaste is present in his tone and his stance.

“I don’t know,” you sigh so dreamily, “It just happened. I didn’t know he could be so sweet.” He could vomit if he had the chance. Out of all people—Atsumu? Really? Sweet?!

“Well, I guess you do have a disease then,” he retorts, sticking his nose up in disgust, “He’s sick in the head, (Y/N). I thought you had better taste in men but here you go fucking around with my teammate—”

“Omi-nii...” you pout.

“—like he’s the only guy you know. I expected better from you,” Sakusa continues with a puff of his chest. He turns away from you to turn the stove off. “He’s always sick, too. Always getting a cold and then going to practice like he’s not contagious.”

It’s Atsumu taking his little sister away from him that angers him more than he could ever imagine—but it’s also knowing that he will never be the one between your thighs that makes him so disappointed. There’s a silence in the room that creeps up his back.

“You’ve been so out of character recently, Nii-san,” you ponder behind him, placing your finger on your chin to pretend that you’re thinking, “It’s not like you to lose your cool over a guy. Are you…

…jealous?”

No.

He’s just looking out for you—he’s your big brother after all! But he doesn’t know how to respond and stands still, holding his breath. Deny, deny, deny. He turns his head to look at you in his peripherals; you’re staring right at him with the same sweet eyes that he remembers from your childhood. Maybe he has been out of character—did you really notice? As it feels like some kind of tension is suffocating him and the ground is going to swallow him, you crack a wide smile and start giggling uncontrollably, which instantly makes him frown.

This is why you two are complete opposites—Sakusa; as serious as ever and always playing the voice of reason like a good older brother, and you; the first to laugh when it’s quiet and always being the fun little sister when things get too serious for your liking. You skip towards him and wrap your arms around him again with the biggest smile on your face, snuggling your nose into the skin of his back.

“You’ll always be my favorite, Omi-nii. I love you more than any boy in the world,” you hum. He wonders if you can hear his heart beating louder with each syllable of your words.

Sakusa could laugh. Usually he would, before pushing you off and scolding you for getting too close to him. But his heart continues to thump and his voice gets stuck in his throat when your hand slides down his abs and brushes lightly over his twitching cock. It’s not like him to lose his composure like this. You place a saccharine kiss on the curve of his back before you hastily let go of him and walk away.

You didn’t touch him enough for him to say anything—to reprimand you for touching your Onii-san like that—but just enough for your touch to linger where it shouldn't.

A soft knocking at Sakusa’s bedroom door stirs him awake. He groggily twists and turns under his bed sheets, irritated that someone would wake him so late at night. He hears the ‘click’ of the door knob and the hinges creaking as the door opens.

“Omi-nii?” you whisper gently from your place at the door. Sakusa ignores you easily, choosing to keep his eyes shut in hopes that maybe you’ll leave him alone and let him have his peace.

“Omi-nii,” you call his name louder and more firmly, “Onii-san, are you awake?”

What a stupid question, he thinks to himself, but Sakusa figures that you’re not going to leave his room any sooner, so he finally opens one of his eyes slowly to see your head peeking into his room. It’s dark—you’re almost just a black silhouette in his blurry vision, but he can make out your soft and surprisingly tired features just enough. “What, (Y/N),” he groans, his voice gravelly with fatigue.

“Can I sleep with you tonight?” Your voice is timid when you ask—it brings Sakusa back to when you two were younger and you were just as shy to ask him the same question—and the same question is what prompts him to suddenly sit up, letting his bed sheets fall to expose his lean upper body. He rubs at his eye before looking up to gaze at you, clad in a shirt of his (that he begrudgingly noticed went missing months ago) engulfing your figure.

Omi-nii’s shirts are way more comfier than mine, you would whine. He would roll his eyes and snap at you, usually, but would still let you take his shirts anyway. The perverted part of him secretly loves how his clothes fit you.

Sakusa doesn’t ask and figures that it’s best that he doesn’t. He sees the way you’re twiddling with the bottom of his shirt between shaky fingers. He could tell you that he was right all along, laugh in your face, anything to rub it in—instead, he pulls the covers aside and scoots over, creating an empty space for you, just for you.

“Come here,” he mutters, loud enough for you to hear. You move instantly, your feet delicately pitter pattering against his hardwood floors. The mattress dips lightly as you climb into his bed. You pull his blanket up to your chin instantly and Sakusa grabs whatever he can get. “Go to sleep, (Y/N).” Without another word, he turns away from you and settles into his sleeping position on his side.

After a few moments of silence, you mumble something Sakusa can’t quite make out. And when he chooses not to respond, you say it again, “Can you hold me, Onii-san?” Then his body completely stiffens in response. He always said yes when you two were kids—hell, even when you were teenagers and it was definitely considered inappropriate by then. Would it be weird if he said no now?

But he sighs, knowing that he can't just say no. He turns around and drags himself closer to you, lifting his arm so that you can move underneath it and press yourself into the front of his body. His breath hitches as you do, an all too familiar heat igniting in his stomach as the curves of your body fit perfectly against him.

When he wraps his arm around you, he suddenly feels so complete and so awful, almost having to hold back on how tightly he wants to really hold you. This time he can inhale the scent of your hair—a mixture of whatever shampoo and conditioner you keep in your rotation and your favorite leave-in conditioner. The skin on your arms is soft from your lotion, your legs are smooth and buttery against him, and fuck are you so warm. He could absolutely eat you up right here if you’d let him. Maybe in your vulnerable state of mind…you wouldn’t say no.

Sauksa doesn’t know what demon has decided to possess him. He’s been thinking too much for the past few weeks for sure. A little earworm is corrupting him, whispering in his ear and daring him to do something and destroy you.

His hands are moving on their own. They slip underneath your shirt—hot fingertips caressing your skin so carelessly and trailing up and down your hips. He wants to laugh because you’re only wearing panties. How obvious can you get? If you were thinking about him the same way he thought about you, you could have just said something.

You tense up at his unexpected touch, but don’t move away from him—you don’t even say a word, not when his hand slides up to cup one of your tits to pull you closer to him, not when he decides to press his hard cock against your ass, not a single word.

Sakusa thinks he’s been too hard on himself recently, especially with how his feelings about you have changed so drastically. You’re not ready for him like that, that much is obvious with how much you’re shivering, but he deserves this after all the mental anguish you put him through because of how stupid you are.

First, you fuck his dumb teammate in the apartment that Sakusa pays for. And out of all the teammates, you choose the one who used to have piss blond hair back in high school and still slurs his words. Second, you have the audacity to touch him and kiss him and tease him, knowing that he can never have you the way that he wants. Third, you wake him up in the middle of the night to sleep in his bed in one of the shirts he’s been looking for for months and just your thin panties that leave so little to the imagination—

“Omi?” you quavered, knocking him out of his thoughts. Oh, he didn’t realize how hard he was squeezing you or how rough his grip is on your perky tits. He also didn’t realize how he started grinding himself against your ass, wedging his covered cock between your covered asscheeks in an attempt to feel the warmth from your core. The guilt should have been settling in him again, yet to his surprise, he feels…nothing. All he wants is to hold you down against the bed and wreck your insides until you bleed and beg for him.

“Omi-nii!” A panicked gasp escapes you and suddenly Sakusa is on top of you, holding you down by your wrists. You gaze up at him, lips parted in shock, eyes so wide, and the first thing that goes through his mind is beautiful. He leans down and presses his lips against yours, leaving you so shocked that your entire body freezes.

“Hold still,” he murmurs, and his words flip a switch in your brain. You’re already fighting against him, desperate to escape from his hold on your wrists and the sins he’s planting on your lips and for the first time in your life you’re actually scared of him.

Sakusa grips your wrists even tighter and hisses as you squirm, “I said hold still.”

Then you force yourself to relax with no choice but to let Sakusa explore your mouth. Your hesitation is obvious (of course, it is) and instead of pulling back and knocking sense into himself, he’s offended—out of all the guys you let violate your body, you won’t let your own brother do the same?

He disconnects from you to grip both your wrists above your head, holding you down easily with one hand. Then his other hand quickly pushes the bottom of your shirt up to your stomach to display your bottom half and grabs the top of your panties. You’re horrified as Sakusa effortlessly rips your panties off of you and throws the shredded pieces off to the side, exposing you to the cold air and to your brother’s eyes.

Your brother’s eyes. You can feel the bile coming up to your throat at the realization. Your brother is going to do something to you against your will and you can’t do anything to stop him because he’s bigger and stronger than you and you live alone together. As you make eye contact with him, it’s like you can’t even recognize him. You jerk your body away in a feeble attempt to free yourself, but it’s no use.

“Stop!” you cry, ashamed, scared, and so confused, “Nii-san, stop!”

He splits your thighs apart with his own muscled thighs and you feel so weak trying to close them again, to hide that part of you that your big brother should never ever see.

But to Sakusa, it’s a sight that he wishes he could see over and over again and he has no problem taking his chances if it means that he can have you—he’s already gone way too far, past the point of return, and he doesn’t want to care anymore about what consequences his actions might bring. A small smirk appears on his face as he looks down at you, so vulnerable and small underneath him. He doesn’t want to waste time—his boxers are already down his thighs and his cock is free. You’re looking down at his cock with pure fear on your face—fuck, he’s big, so big that you’re dumbfounded that he’s even real. But he’s also your brother. You literally grew up together and he still takes care of you and you see each other everyday.

You want to look away but you can’t. Although your vision is blurry due to your tears, you can still see him and only him. “This is why you asked to sleep with your nii-san tonight, right?” he breathes, looking down at you with a hunger in his eyes that you’ve never seen or noticed before. You’re shaking your head no. Never. You were just sad and needed your big brother to comfort you without asking any questions.

“Stop lying to me, (Y/N). You know what you’re doing,” he scoffs, “I’ll take care of you. Just like I always have.” Then, he grabs the back of your thigh with his free hand to hoist one of your knees up against your chest, exposing you even more than you already are. Before you can even process it, the head of his hard cock is pressing against your entrance so delicately and so carefully but it’s terrifying all the same.

A loud gasp escapes you and you attempt to yank yourself away from him again. Tears are fully streaming down your face now, dampening your hair and the sheets. Your chest is tightening— you’re so scared. You don’t even know what Sakusa is talking about so you're even more puzzled. As far as you know, you’ve been the same as you’ve always been. “Don’t d-do that,” you beg with a crack in your voice, “Omi-nii, please.”

But Sakusa is pleased to hear your broken voice—irritated that you don’t want him to continue, sure, but pleased nonetheless. He’s always wanted to see you like this underneath him and he finally has you. Your legs spread wide open for him to feast on is something that seemed so unobtainable yet you’re in his bed, exposed and ready.

Please.

He pushes through the tight rings of your pussy until he completely fills you up—the tip of his cock is fighting its way through plush walls to kiss your cervix and you swear that your world has shattered into a million tiny pieces. A sob breaks free from your throat.

The room is ice cold. There’s no more air in your lungs as you convulse around him. You can hear your heartbeat thumping in your ears but everything is so silent. Sakusa lets out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding and suddenly everything is okay now—he knows that there was no demon possessing him to think about you in such a dirty way because it was really him all along. All his sick fantasies and insatiable desires, dreams of devouring you, and all those sleepless nights imagining what you would look like with his cock so deep inside you that you couldn’t breathe—it was just him, so painfully in love with you even if he can’t have you. And now he’s inside of you. He’s actually inside of you.

“Fuck,” he curses in a strained voice, “You’re so fucking tight, fuck.” It feels as if your mind and body are attempting to recover from the shock of Sakusa forcing himself inside your cunt but there’s no time for recovery at all—hell, you’re both surprised that he even managed to slide into you as easily as he did.

Then he starts moving, slow and steady to open you up more. The sting of him stretching you is enough to make you let out a few wails between quivering lips. You can physically feel your walls shudder around his length and your nerves are practically screaming, ringing your inner alarms, knowing that this is so fucking wrong.

“Get the fuck off of me!” you sob, attempting to jerk your wrists away from his one-handed grip. You’re not even sure when you became so weak, even with adrenaline coursing through your veins. And you’re even more shocked when he lets go of your wrists for a split second only to hold you by the throat firmly.

“You need to shut the fuck up sometimes,” Sakusa breathes with a hint of annoyance. Your shaky hands find their way to wrap around his wrist, nails clawing at his skin, hopelessly trying to loosen his grip. His cock is still moving dangerously inside you, filling you up and then leaving you empty with just his tip, only to fill you up again. The slow rhythm of his hips pressing against yours is tormenting—your skin is crawling with every moment that your hips meet and you wonder if he moved more then would time go by faster?

Labored breaths and wheezes are the only sounds that you’re able to let out with Sakusa’s hand on your throat. There’s fatigue creeping in your bones yet you feel the energy in your veins and it doesn’t make any sense. Nothing makes sense and everything hurts and just—why?

“C-Can’t…breathe,” you manage to gasp out. As much as you want to stay awake, afraid of what your older brother might do to you if you pass out, you can see your vision starting to blur and your brain beginning to turn into mush. Your hands are loosening their grip around his arm that’s holding you captive. He’s squeezing your throat tighter and tighter.

You just needed someone—needed your onii-san to help you during this fucked up time between you and Atsumu. Usually he’d be on top of you like this, fucking you until you cry for him and cum all over his cock. You’d moan and drool and beg—anything for him to claim you over and over again. Instead of seeing stupid bleached hair and flirty eyes, you see black curls and dispassionate voids gazing at you as you’re about to pass out and it’s like he doesn’t even fucking care! You just wanted to feel better and to feel your onii-san’s comfort again and he decides to touch you and—

He presses his forehead against yours all of a sudden, and you can barely hear him when his lips start moving. “...What?” you choke out through wheezes.

“If you want me to let go, you have to let me fuck you as hard as I want,” he repeats himself firmly. You don’t realize that he’s stopped moving inside you, leaving you feeling oddly empty. All you know is that you need to breathe and maybe that desperation is what makes you attempt to nod your head in agreement. A smirk appears on Sakusa’s face and before you can even register what's going on, he’s straightening up to thrust his cock even deeper into your core and he finally lets go of your throat.

You’re coughing and sputtering, oddly embarrassed at how much saliva you’re spitting out, and you’re hyper aware that you have him inside you again, deep inside you and painfully stretching you to the point where you’re afraid that he’s going to rip you in half. Sakusa grabs the backs of your thighs and presses both your knees against your chest again, leaving his hands there to hold you down once more and to expose your pussy to the cold air. You feel the warmth spread across your cheeks from how embarrassing it is to be on full display and how repulsive it is that it’s Sakusa between your legs to ogle at you as much as he pleases. You wonder what changed between you two—has he always felt this way? It makes you sick to your stomach to imagine that your brother that you love so dearly and looked up to your whole life wants you and it’s diabolical how this is what he wants from you.

And when he starts thrusting harder than before, slamming his cock into you with such a force that your body lurches with his movements, your brain is back to turning into mush and a part of you wishes that you did pass out—at least you wouldn’t have to be conscious to feel everything. You can’t help but let out quiet whimpers and gasps that don’t even sound like you. It hurts—the stretch of his thick cock is so unbearable and his hands on your thighs are sure to leave ugly bruises.

“You feel so good,” he almost laughs, like he can’t believe this is happening. You are as soft as he imagined, maybe even more, and how easily your pussy starts creaming around him makes his heart skip a beat. When he presses his forehead against yours again, you want to recoil even though you physically can’t. You don’t want to look him in the eyes yet you can’t bring yourself to look away. You don’t even know if you can hate him after this and Sakusa knows that—how you love him so much, even if it’s not the way that he wants you to—

—because you need him.

It’s nauseating how much you still need him. It’s horrifying how your legs are beginning to shake from how deep he is and how he’s shoving himself against your cervix unkindly. Most of all, it’s disgusting how you can feel—even hear—the puddle pooling from your cunt, forcing you to stretch to accommodate his size—and maybe in the midst of your hysterical state, maybe Sakusa feels good, too.

You can’t admit that—you definitely don’t want to—but for fuck’s sake, you know what your body likes and although it’s Sakusa punishing you in the worst way possible, you recognize that tightness in your stomach—the corrupt feeling that makes you scream and cry and beg, that makes your body writhe in desperation to have more. Fuck, it’s morally wrong but at the same time, your body loves to feel full and stretched to its limits. You’re so sad that Atsumu “broke up” with you (you weren’t really dating in the first place) because Atsumu knew your body so well and his dick was huge. You really shouldn’t be comparing since the thought is so sickening, yet the way Sakusa is splitting you open is different—so different from Atsumu with no gentleness, no delicacy, just pure lust and a desire to fuck you until you faint and it’s…better. It shouldn’t be better, shouldn’t feel as good as it does, but it's better.

When the realization hits you, the shame and embarrassment floods your stomach, too—how could you let your own brother fuck you like this and how could you enjoy it? And now you’re angry at yourself, for how Sakusa is making you feel, how your body is reacting, how raw and wet your pussy, how Atsumu blindsided you, how this whole situation is so fucking unfair.

“Omi-nii,” you whine with a dry throat, reaching up to grab his thick biceps, all tensed up and veiny from gripping your thighs and turning them purple. His muscles are so well-defined that you almost forget that he’s your brother and start melting into his skin. The base of his cock is hitting your clit every time your hips meet, sending shocks of pleasure all throughout your core. The walls of your cunt are convulsing around him. It shouldn’t feel good, it really shouldn’t, but the burning sensation on your thighs from having your knees pressed against your chest to expose your cunt and Sakusa carving the shape of his cock into your pussy is the best fucking thing you’ve ever felt in all your years of living. As guilty as you feel for wanting more, you start to beg for him, “Please make me cum, Omi-nii.”

A smug smile plays on his lips. Your pussy is dripping everywhere, making wet noises every time Sakusa moves, and he thinks he’s finally satisfied. Not completely though, because he wants you to squirt on his cock and he wants you to squirt on his cock every night from now on. He deserves it, deserves this, deserves to be the one inside of you and claiming you and pumping you full of cum.

He leans down and captures your lips with his once again, and this time you let him slip his tongue against yours in a messy passionate kiss. When he lets go of one of your thighs to rub at your clit with his thumb and your body tenses up harshly as a result, he sneers at you, “Cum all over my cock, you bitch.”

Then your cunt tightens around him and you hate that he’s being so mean to you but you cry and scream and dig your nails into his muscles like you’ve never came before because you like how mean he is and the only thing you can pathetically moan is Onii-san~!

He doesn’t stop when you cum, chasing his own high to drown your pussy in his sticky seed and hopefully force another climax out of your body to feed his ego, so he wraps his hands around your throat again while you’re delirious and kisses you again and again. “You can fuck whoever you want,” he mutters against your plump lips, “Think that you know what love is when you have some other loser inside you—”

“—but this stupid cunt is all mine.”

#yandere haikyuu #yandere haikyuu x reader #yandere haikyuu imagines #yandere haikyuu smut #haikyuu smut #kiyoomi sakusa x reader #yandere sakusa x reader #yandered sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #yandere sakusa kiyoomi #yandere kiyoomi sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi smut #kiyoomi sakusa smut #sakusa #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu thirsts #tw yandere #tw noncon

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seiyasabi · 2 years

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Hunters vs Gatherers 3

(Here’s a Long awaited part three to my Yan Ushijima and Tendou x Girly Fem Reader story :)) I’m sorry for the wait, as there were some complications with the writing of this story. @kikyosamasblog and I came up with this installation of the story! The first part was written by her, but I completed it :)) Thank you for your patience.

TW: !noncon/dubcon!, !cannibalism, choking!!, !violence/death (not reader), breeding!!, it’s kinda hardcore!, spanking!, Tendou is mean!, blood kink!, kinda body horror if u think ab it!!!, forced removal of birth control, !!medical malpractice, no bodily autonomy, kidnapping, etc..

Please proceed with caution!)

It had been over two months since, well all that happened. You weren’t exactly content with your life but it could have been worse. For the most part, it’s been strange. . . but pleasant? Kiyoko was a comfort to be around even if her family were cannibals and consisted of lust-driven men but she made sure you weren’t abused or hurt in the slightest. This is why Satori hadn’t spent a single night alone with you. She made preparations so that Wakatoshi shared a room with you, even got a bigger bed so that the two of you would be comfortable. She also stayed true to her word, she didn’t force you to help outside but she did expect you to pull your weight inside which you did. Any skill you didn’t have previously she taught you and made sure they were perfected. As of now, you were helping her with dinner while the boys were outside working.

“Ya add some of this, a lil of that, and yer done. Just wait till it boils, aight?”

“Yes ma’am!”

Satori stormed into the house, his complexion was a bit red no doubt from the scorching sun outside. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass. He poured himself some of the lemonade you’d made earlier before walking over to you. He took a sip, then slapped your ass causing you to yelp and touch your bum.

“Not bad, Dolly.”

“Please don’t do that-!”

“Why the hell not? Yer my woman ain’t cha-OW! Ma!”

“Shut yer mouth! She ain’t ya girl! You haven’t done a single thing to prove ya deserve her, ya hear! So get back to work!”

Satori grumbled and put his glass down, mumbling something under his breath as he left the house.

“What was that boy?!”

“N-nuthin’!”

“Thank you ma’am. . .”

“Call me ma, seeing as how yer a part of ‘dis family.”

“Thank you. . .ma.”

“Anyway, yer coming with me tomorrow.”

“Where?”

“Town. I need to get sum’ things. Besides, a change of place might do ya some good.”

You smiled! This could be a great opportunity to escape, that is if it’s just you. You didn’t think much of it, showing too much emotion and she would be suspicious of you.

“O-Of course!”

“An’ stop being so damn nervous. I don’t bite,”

“Right. . .”

Fate had aligned itself perfectly. Surely tomorrow, you’d be a free woman. After dinner, you helped wash the plates. A hand grabbed you the moment you were done, it was Wakatoshi. No doubt eager to take you to your shared room and fuck you senseless.

“Wait-!”

“Not tonight, Wakatoshi. I’m taking her to town tomorrow and I need her to walk straight.”

That single comment made you want to die, but she wasn’t wrong. You could barely feel your legs in the morning as it was!

Wakatoshi nodded, he led you to the room where you’d get ready for bed and nothing more. Kiyoko, however, stayed behind to look at the calender. There wasn’t much written down, but she had excellent memory. From what she gathered and your belongings that she went through before handing them to Satori who then handed them to you, you were well prepared for this trip you were taking. Important documents that you figured they’d ask for your identity of course. Just what she needed for tomorrow. You were sitting down on your bed when Wakatoshi came out of the bathroom. Fully showered and ready to sleep,

“I think it’s nice.”

“Hm?”

“Nice yer’ getting along with Ma. I thought you’d be difficult but I guess not.”

“O-Oh, well thank you. Your mom is really nice, Wakatoshi.”

“She is, but she can be real scary sometimes. Best not to anger her, know what I mean?”

“Right, of course.”

“Night, darlin’.”

Waktoshi leaned to give you a kiss, wrapping his arms around you. Freedom was so close tomorrow, that much was certain.

When you awoke that morning, you did what was expected. Kiyoko was already up and awake, starting on breakfast.

“Morning. . .Ma.”

“Mornin’ girl, c’mon. I just started.”

Breakfast was simple to make but time consuming. Since Satori and Wakatoshi worked outside most of the time lifting and doing ‘hard labor’ you’d cook more than normal. Breakfast consisted of eggs, sausages (one that you were staying clear of since it was homemade), and toast. Nothing too over the top, just a typical white breakfast. Wakatoshi and Satori both came down after a while. They were eating their meal when Kiyoko announced her plans.

“How long?”

“Just a couple hours, I’ll be taking her with me, need help with the groceries.”

“If you need help we can go with ya, ma.”

“Nah, y’all gonna stay here and work. Make sure you take care of the house and yer chores, make sure no one wanders and snoops. Last thing I want to deal with are some wandering peepers getting a lil too close to our house.”

Nodding, they both retreated. You were dressed in a cute sundress and white shoes, the dress was recommended by Kiyoko herself. She was wearing normal clothes, nothing too over the top. Seeing as how you were going to the city, Kiyoko wanted you to dress up.

‘Shame, all these cute lil’ dresses and skirts but you don’t wear dem.’

“Let’s get going hun, we need to hurry up! We can’t be late.”

“Oh, is there somewhere we need to be?”

“All the fresh produce gets put out early, if we arrive late all the good stuff gets taken.”

“Of course!”

You walked over to her pick up truck, it wasn’t anything fancy but it wasn’t in shambles either. The seats were clean at least. She started it up and off she drove into town. The drive was a little over half an hour but the scenery was pleasant. Since the town was modernized most of the dirt and dry land was cleaned up to look nice. When you arrived into town and at the local grocery store, Kiyoko taught you how to check for freshness.

“Feel this? It’s hard as a rock, it ain’t ready yet but this is too soft so it’s already bad. This one is good. Not too soft and not too hard. Understand?”

“Yes ma’-ma!”

After an hour at the store, Kiyoko managed to get plenty of food to last them for some time. After that, she went into a convenience store that held other non-food items such as toiletries, hygiene products, etc. Afterward, Kiyoko was driving somewhere else, a tall white building with the words, ‘Medical Center’ inscribed.

“What are we going here for?”

“Seeing as how yer gonna be staying with us from now on, I need to enroll you here. In a small town like ‘dis, we like to keep things simple and clean.”

“Enroll? U-um exactly what does that mean?”

Panic was spreading, your well kept secret quickly being uncovered without much thought.

“Ya needa physician, ‘specially if ya get pregnant with ma grandchildren,” She gives an uncharacteristic smile at that, grabbing you roughly by the arm, and dragging you towards the chipped double doors.

“Oh, um, I’m sure I’m fine-“

“Naw, we gotta make sure yer in workin’ condition, girl. Don’t be startin’ a fight with me,” Kiyoko all but kicks one of the doors open, dragging you to an uncaring secretary at a too large desk.

“Good mornin’, how can I help y’all?” The woman drones as if you were bothering her, eyes looking anywhere but the two of you.

“Now, don’t you get smart with me, Keari. Ya know why I’m here,” Kiyoko holds up your arm, giving it a good shake, “Ma wonderful boy found himself quite the catch, and we needa make sure she’s in tip-top shape.”

The secretary sighs, “Of course. Do ya have her documents?”

Kiyoko whips out a folder from her cross-body bag, slamming it onto the counter with a loud smack, “This good enough for ya?”

“Tell yer girl that she needs’ta do her own paperwork,” She grumbles, shoving a pile of paperwork in your direction.

You, with one hand, scramble to grab the messy pile, along with the folder containing your information, causing Kiyoko to laugh, “Jus’ do it here, ain’t no reason ta move.”

Deciding to heed her words, you grab a random pen from the desk, and begin to fill out your personal information. You had to ask Kiyoko about the address, causing the secretary to raise an unimpressed eyebrow, but besides that, the rest of the paperwork was standard procedure.

Within the next fifteen minutes, an old woman stumbled out of the back, a fake looking nurse following close behind her, “Remember, Gladys! Ya need ta drink at least three glasses of water a day, ‘Kay? Can’t have ya bein’ dehydrated again.”

“Don’t sass me, harlot. I know what you be doin’ after hours, and I don’ need ya tellin’ me what to do,” The nurse looks mortified, but doesn’t say anything, allowing the old woman to leave.

Clearing her throat once the doors finally close, the nurse turns towards you and Kiyoko, fake smile straining, “Alrighty ladies, y’all ready fer yer exam?” You nod, standing up, expecting Kiyoko to stay seated, only for her to stand up with you. The nurse raises an eyebrow, “Kiyoko, there’s no need ta follow tha girl, I’m sure she’ll be fine.”

Kiyoko waves her off, “Naw, (Your name) gets nervous ‘round doctors,” The nurse looks towards you, and you quickly nod. You don’t want to cause problems with the scary woman.

“Whatever y’all say- follow me,” She leads you to the back, getting your height and weight out in the hallway between empty examination rooms. Once that information is taken, she brings you to an empty room towards the back. She gets your temperature, checks your blood pressure, and asks about your previous medical history.

When all is done, she leaves, telling you that the doctor should see you shortly.

Kiyoko watches you like a hawk all the while, taking in all your information without a hitch. She stares at you like you’ll disappear into thin air, making you shift uncomfortably.

“Now, ya know better than ta make me look like a fool, right?” You nod in response, fiddling with your fingers out of anxiety. She still eyes you in disapproval, before dropping it, “Alright, better not let me down.”

At the moment, a knock rings through the empty room, before opening in mere moments. A young man steps in, his glasses crooked on his nose, hair going every which way, “Good mornin’, I’m doctor Johnson, and I’ll be helping y’all today.”

He closes the door behind him, and you and Kiyoko greet him. He sets your file down on the counter across of you, before shaking your hand. He nods in the direction of your unwanted mother-in-law, before sitting on a rolling chair close to your knee.

“Alright, I’m gonna ask ya some questions, and do a few exams, that good with ya?” You nod, and he takes off his stethoscope. He places the earpieces in his ears, before practically grabbing you by the shoulders and pressing the listening piece to your chest.

His tests are normal, checking your stomach, eyes, ears, etc.. But, the moment he asks you to take off your shirt, Kiyoko steps in.

“Why she gotta do that? No lady likes bein stared at,” He gives an awkward chuckle, scratching the back of his neck.

“I gotta make sure she ain’t got breast cancer, and I also need to make sure her vagina is healthy after that. It ain’t too bad, especially since you’re here with her.”

Kiyoko eyes him wearily, as you practically piss yourself. He can’t give you a vaginal exam! She’ll know about your birth control!

“Please don’t do the vaginal exam- that’s a bit too much.”

He sighs, unconvinced, “I ain’t ever seen ya before, sugar. I gotta make sure you’re all good,” You pale, as Kiyoko pats you on the shoulder reassuringly.

“You’ll be fine darlin’, he ain’t gonna do nothin’ nefarious, mama’s right here.”

That didn’t make you feel better.

The breast exam goes well, no lumps or anything. But, when the vaginal exam begins, the man whips out stirrups. And a speculum.

“Please pull up yer skirt, I’ll make the exam quick,” You want to throw up, but stay strong. You grab the skirt of your sundress, exposing your white panties. You pull them down your legs, your coochie on full display. The doctor helps you put your feet in the stirrups, before spreading your legs at the knee. He grabs gloves, pulling them on with a bit of a struggle, before grabbing medical grade lube, and squirting a bunch into your opening. Shoving the stirrups in, he doesn’t give a moment to let you adjust, before he opens it ups completely, exposing your cervix and IUD string to everyone in the room.

He nods in understanding, “Yer cervix looks good, I’ll add onto yer file that ya have an IUD.”

“What’s an IUD?” Kiyoko asks from her seat, eying you wearily.

“It’s a type of birth control,” The silence in the room is deafening, as an unreadable expression covers her entire face.

“Ah, now I see why ya haven’t been gettin’ pregnant,” She jokes, but you can hear the bite in her tone, “Aren’t you and Wakatoshi tryin’ fer a baby?” You pause for a moment, before giving a small nod.

“Yes, Ma. I was gonna ask him to remove it,” The young doctor looks giddy, as he practically claps with excitement.

“Alright! I ain’t never did this before, but-“ He yanks the damn thing out without a second thought, causing you to scream out in pain. Beads of blood start to drip from your cervix, as tears dot your eyes. Even Kiyoko looks mildly disturbed by the sight, “Looks like yer all good. You ladies have a nice day!”

That had to have been medical malpractice. Getting the damn thing in was a feat in itself, requiring multiple medical instruments. The man clearly had no idea how he was supposed to remove it.

“Wait a damn minute,” The flighty male stops, confused by Kiyoko’s sudden anger, “What did ya just do? She ain’t s’posed to be bleedin’ like that, right? Did ya just put her at risk fer miscarryin’ in the future?” Not bothering to listen to their conversation any longer, you curl practically rip the speculum from inside of you (which the man, in his excitement forgot to take out), and haphazardly yank your white panties back on, a few beads of blood dotting the previously pristine fabric. Shoving down your dress, you try to stand up, but find your legs too weak to hold yourself up. You grab the table you were previously on, trying to stop yourself from falling, causing Kiyoko to look away from the doctor, and rush to help you. You knew that she was probably pissed off, but it seems her rising anger is currently directed at the medical professional in front of you.

“Now look at ‘er! The girl can’t stand on her own damn feet!” She has your arm around her shoulder, allowing you to rest your weight against her with a small grunt, “Ya’ll will hear from my boy about this.”

With that, she, and by association, you, stormed out of the doctor’s office. You can feel blood drip down your inner thighs, as tears dot your perfectly lined eyes. Your dress is going to be ruined and your uterus feels like it was ripped from your body.

Kiyoko helps you into the truck, muttering about ‘ignorant ass assholes.’ You buckle yourself in with shaking hands, your skin paler than your normal (skin colour).

Once your unwanted mother-in-law hops into the vehicle, you both dart off at a high speed. She’s constantly glancing at you, a stern look on her face, “Now, look what ya did to yerself! If ya only let yer body take its natural course, ya wouldn’t be feelin’ like death. Think about this consequence before ya ever do somethin’ this stupid again!”

You’re crying by this point, tears of self pity and pain rolling down your pretty face. Your fingers fiddle with the truck door’s lock, your mind drifting to the idea of jumping out of the moving vehicle. Seemingly knowing where your mind is going, Kiyoko smacks you on the thigh, jarring you from your thoughts.

“If ya jump outta this truck, I’ll make sure Satori does something unspeakable to ya. He’s already goin’ ta be given the ok to have his way with ya as punishment, don’t make me give him free reign.”

Those words cause dread to settle deep into your bones, making you want to throw a full blown tantrum like a child. It’s one bad thing after another- you should’ve never left your home and gone on this trip. You should’ve never split up from your friends, and you should’ve never allowed them to take you alive.

“Wha-what is he going to do?” Kiyoko is silent for a moment, before she responds in a blunt tone of voice.

“He’s gonna have his turn with ya, try fer a baby,” This causes you to release a full blown sob, which she shushes harshly, “If ya wanted to be treated well, ya should’ve let Wakatoshi get ya pregnant. I’m sure he’ll fergive ya after Satori has his turn, but ya need to learn from yer mistakes.”

The fright and pain causes you to fall asleep for the rest of the ride home, only to be roused by a large hand shaking you. Wakatoshi looks like he’s seen a ghost, as he stares down at your bloody lower half. The white dress you wore is completely saturated with your blood, both dried and wet against your skin. He unbuckles you and pulls you into his arms, rushing you into the family home. Satori is seen carrying all your grocery bags at once, face filled with a sadistic glee.

“Mama told us what happened,” Waka tenses a bit when his brother speaks, but he continued to cradle you like you’re made from glass, “Ya should be glad that she’s not allowin’ me ta do what I want. If I had it my way I’d-“

“Stop talking,” Your green haired lover shuts the red head up, bringing you inside the farmhouse and setting you on the kitchen table. He flips up the skirt of your dress, eyes pouring over your ruined panties. Running two fingers against your pussy, he grunts in alarm at the warm blood on his fingers, “Why’d ya do it? Why’d ya let them put that… thing in ya?”

You aren’t sure what he wants you to say, but you decide to be honest, “I don’t feel good when I’m on my period, so I wanted to stop it for a while. I also didn’t want to risk pregnancy if I ever had sex.”

His eyes narrow at your words, his strong hands gripping at the fat of your thighs, “Children are a gift,” You flinch when he leans forward, his entire frame practically swallowing you whole, “I forgive ya for what ya did, but I ain’t gonna stop Satori from what he’s gonna do. Ya need to be punished.”

You start to cry again, but he says nothing, only wiping away your tears with a fond look on his face.

“I’ll be there when he’s done, ‘nd I’ll clean ya up,” With that, he releases you, before walking towards Satori, who just came inside with all the bags.

“Feel free ta put the groceries away- my dolly needs ta be taught a lesson,” He sets the goods down on the kitchen table near you, before grabbing you (by your hair/by the neck of your dress) and dragging you up the stairs to his room. Your feet are barely able to touch the ground, as you're practically lifted off the floor by his harsh grip.

Once you reach his room, he chucks you on the floor, as you let out a scream of pain. Your stomach ended up hitting a random shoe lying on the ground, causing more blood to rush out of your bleeding cunny.

“Now, where should I start? Should I fuck yer throat till it’s raw? Fuck yer ass dry?” He laughs at your sobbing, grabbing you harshly by the shoulder and slamming you onto his bed, “Naw, I’ll just fuck a baby inta yer undeservin’ womb. A lil baby for my lil dolly will set ya straight.”

He shucks your dress off of your boneless body, leaving your bare breasts and bloody panties before his perverted eyes. Satori immediately yanks on your nipples, pulling pained cries from your lips, as you try to swat him away. In retaliation, he bites down on the side of your neck, easily drawing blood, along with another scream. He laughs at your pain, ripping your panties off of your body, and reaching down to pull out his cock.

“I know my freak of a brother prolly stretched ya out,” he smacks your pussy, causing a yelp to fall from your lips, “So I ain’t gonna warm ya up, dolly. I need ya as tight as possible.”

With that, he shoves your legs open, and forces his thick cock into your unready cunny. You scream at the stretch, trying to push against him as he pushes his head into your chest, pulling at your nipples with his teeth. His hips slam into yours at a breakneck pace, the head of his cock slamming into your wounded cervix, practically opening you up from the inside. You try slap at him, only causing him to laugh and slap you across the face.

“Keep hittin’, and I’ll concuss ya so badly all ya will be good for is an incubator,” Your body is wracked with your sobs, as you practically choke on air. He does not let up for even a moment, his thrusts practically forcing your body farther up the bed.

The red head continues to bite and suck at your tender skin, leaving blood trains in his wake. His and your thighs are covered with your blood, as the man above you relishes your warmth and tight cunt.

“I wonder if ya can get any tighter,” his hand suddenly grasps your throat, squeezing as tightly as he can without killing you. You’re gasping for air, as your pussy tightens up in your fear. He grunts and laughs in your ear, as he fucks into you even harsher than before, “Fuck yea! Yer so fuckin’ tight! I should’ve done this minutes ago!”

Your vision has black dots, as you claw at his hand, trying to regain your breath. He releases a bit, allowing you to gain a few greedy gasps of air, before he goes back to choking you out. Because of your clamping, he ends up hitting your gspot with ease, causing sprays of squirt to gush from your pussy. He slaps at your clit, causing you to clamp down even more, as he bucks into you with one last thrust, his cock head practically bursting through your cervix, as he cums a load so massive, that you feel like you’re bloated.

You can’t breathe, you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe! He refused to let go, as he allows your walls to milk him for all he has.

When he doesn’t let go, you slump over, losing consciousness.

Tendou pulls out with a sigh, a ghastly grin on his face. He slowly releases your bruising throat, entire being content with brutalising your pretty face and body, only the realise that you don’t seem to be breathing.

He jolts, not knowing what to do. Satori tucks his cock inside of his trousers, as he runs to get Wakatoshi, who happened to be standing right outside, his face showing his barely contained rage.

“Waka, I did somethin’ bad. She-she ain’t breathin’-“ The large man shoves the red head aside, rushing into the room, eyes immediately landing on your still form.

Grabbing up your boneless body, he lays you on the floor, laying his head on your chest, trying to hear your heart beat. Luckily, he finds it. It’s faint, but it’s there. He moves you into your side, having read in a comic that that opens up the airway. He rubs your back, trying to help your blood circulate, but not knowing how.

“Yer a monster, Satori,” Wakatoshi grunts, eyes teary and body trembling, “I will never let ya near her again. This is beyond punishment, and she don’t deserve it.”

Kiyoko peeks into the room, a scream leaving her lips at the sight of your battered form. She falls back, her spine hitting the door frame. Her hands cover her mouth, as she can only stare down at your still form, “What did ya do? Wh-why did you-? Oh God,” Without another word, she rushes from the room.

“Get the fuck out,” Wakatoshi grunts out, tears dripping down his face “Animals belong in the barn.”

#yandere haikyuu imagines #yandere haikyuu x reader #yandere haikyuu #yandere ushijima #ushijima x reader #yandere tendou #tendou x reader #haikyuu x reader

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yanderenightmare · 5 months

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TW: NSFW, yandere, f!reader, bondage, abuse, punishment, intense spanking/whipping-ish

gn reader

“Please- plea- m’so- sorry-” You sob, voice cracking on its own blubbering. Chest full of panic – heaving for a fix but achieving little less than spurring even more hysteria.

“Haah…” He sighs. Casually fixing your bonds tighter around your wrists, hoisting them a little higher above your head until you were properly stretched up on your tippy-toes.

Shivering in just your undies in anxious wait of his anger.

Stroking your back while holding your belly in a steady hand, he thinks he’s never felt fear quite like it, but unfortunately, “Y’broke the rules, Sunshine… and now yer’ gettin’ punished.”

He unbuckles his belt. Your eardrums burn at the crisp sound, so much spiked blood rushing about, making you go dizzy.

You think you might pass out.

“What did I say the rules were, hm? ‘You remember ‘em?” He mumbles in a steady tone, speaking awfully softly with his lips pressed against your temple. Waiting for your answer.

You give a sob and a pitiful nod, and he hums in return, rubbing calm circles into your shivering, goose-fleshed skin.

“Recite them for me.” He requests, nose rubbing your hairline as you shiver from his touch.

Voice unsteady, filtered through tears and a hopeless sense of terror – chin tipped up, needing to gasp for breaths. “N-no fighting, no- no arguing, no run- running-”

“Mh…” He hums, taking in the scent of your shampoo with a sniff of your crown, placing a kiss there as though in kudos – or as a small mercy before getting started. “And you managed to do all three in one night. ‘You feel proud, hm? ‘You feel accomplished? Hm? Was it worth it?”

You whimper under the interrogation, feeling smaller and smaller by the second – so exposed where you are, practically hanging from the ceiling like dead meat. Stripped of everything that might’ve protected you – or that would have at least cushioned the coming onslaught of pain you knew to dread.

“Nah… it’s written all over your body. Goosebumps and cold sweat, shaking from tits to toes. You regret it, don’t you?” He murmured, winding his belt around his fist once, then twice, leaving a looped tail. “Mh, maybe you’ll think twice about it next time... or maybe you’ll finally learn your place.”

He finished with a soft bite to the chub of your cheek, then grabbed your chin just as gently, holding your face up to look at him as he sidestepped to your front. Leaning his forehead against yours, he stroked your jaw with his thumb – lips hovering just short of yours.

“I'm gonna hurt you, Sweetie.” He purred, stroking your asscheek with the cool leather in his grip – in such gross contrast to what you knew he planned on using it for. “I promised I would, and now I will…”

He kissed your lips then – slowly, sweetly – suffocatingly so as you cried – tasting your tears and doing a terrible job at withholding his grin as you felt it pull giddily at the corner of his mouth.

He licked his lips once he pulled away, walking a circle around you like a shark.

“How many hits do you deserve?” He mused. “I guess one for each rule you broke is fair, but it seems a little scant…”

He stopped behind you, placing a chaste kiss on your arm before nuzzling around it.

“Should we say thirty?” He offered, and your eyes immediately widened.

Shaking your head furiously, prayers already coming out in splutters. “No- please-”

“No? Too many?” He pouted, not bothering to mask his glee now. “Okay, okay, calm down, baby. Breathe.” He soothed with no effort. “I think…”

There was a pause – a hum of thought as he wrapped his arms around your front and swayed you back against his chest in a hug.

“Ugh fuck, I'm no good makin’ rules on the fly…” He feigned - sinking his jaw into the grove of your armpit before cuddling the soft flesh with his chin-stubble.

He sucked his teeth in a further display of thought before releasing an exasperated sigh.

“I really didn’t think you’d break ‘em, y’know? I thought you’d be a good pet…”

You trembled, eyes looking down at the belt held between his big hands – whimpering at the sight of him simply playing with it – psyching you out like a true sadist.

“But you just had to disappoint me, didn’t you?”

You bit your lip to stop a sob.

“Had to be difficult… and now I gotta make difficult decisions…”

He slinked off you, leaving you to wobble – toes barely grazing the cold basement floor.

You try your best to prepare yourself for the next events, but the more you brace yourself the more tense you get and the harder you cry. “Please- I’ll be good- promise- m’real- really sorry-”

“I know, baby. I know~ I am, too.” He coos, kissing your spine while rubbing circles into your sides – feeling your ribs rattle with sniffles, struggling for air through your panic. “I wanna make sure we never have to be sorry again.”

He wraps an arm around the front of your hips, steadying you while stroking the loop of his belt over your plump cheeks – tentatively teasing the soft flesh with what was soon to come.

He licked his lips at the promise – already imagining the flawless flesh blooming with his marks.

“I think thirty is fair.”

“No- no please- please, don’t-” You thrash – but do so little more than in place.

“Don’t squirm.” He interrupts, his hand curling into your hip with blunt nails denting the fine skin, keeping you still, pushing your side snugly against his front – holding you intimately while gruffing out eerie murmurs still much too softly for what he was saying. “Remember, it’s another ten hits if you fight me and another ten if you argue.”

At least he doesn’t make you count....

You wouldn’t have been able to even under threat – too busy wailing.

Each hit like the lash of a whip, smacking you fast, one on top of the other. It’s enough to make you throw up after half of it – though it's mostly just water and acid.

He takes pity enough to allow you a small break. Wringing off his wife-beater and wiping your mouth with it – also brushing some of the sweat off your brow before kissing your forehead.

“Halfway there, Sweetie- you’re doing so good~” He whispered soothingly, holding your cheeks to pick your face up from hanging – looking into the hopeless look of your opium-blown eyes – so lost he didn’t know if you could even hear him.

He acts as though he’s sorry after, but the boner he’s got nudged against you doesn’t lie – desperately dry-humping your thigh for some sort of relief.

His breaths are tight and hot, puffed against your arm where he now mouths wet kisses. “Good-” He swallows thickly, brows tight-knit, voice thick with lust. “Good pet.”

You hadn’t noticed he was done. And the relief doesn’t register either. There isn’t much comfort in it to grasp, not with the pain still so numbingly intense that you can’t feel anything but the raw sting.

He drops the belt to the floor and struggles his fly open, shoving the trousers down along with his boxers, stepping out of the heap in a rush – all the while sucking sloppy kisses on your shoulder and nape, mumbling praise. “Y’were so good- so good fo’me- gonna reward yah- my good fuckin’ baby- gonna make yah feel so fuckin’ good now-”

The flesh of your ass burns with welts and split skin, ugly marks already lining the once-pretty color with horrid shades of bruise-dark. Your throat’s ripped raw from all the wailing – only weeping harder when he takes your hips and sways you back to meet his fat erection.

He shamelessly rubs himself between your cheeks – frenzied with his mouth gaping, releasing a filthy shuddering moan while leering at the beautiful sight of his handiwork – feeling so proud he was blushing just from sheer sadistic enjoyment – even letting slip a breathy laugh now.

He hung his tongue out and let his drool drip onto the shaft, then placed another kiss between your shoulder blades. Gliding his tip down and, with the help of a hand, pushed it between your cheeks until it caught your entrance.

A rugged groan blew hotly down your spine, and another cry was ripped from your chest as he sunk inside without a single spare second to waste.

He laid his face to rest against your back, nudging up inside you slowly with both arms wrapping around you like before – holding you snugly before he began the intimate pace, fucking only the deepest coziest parts of you.

“I love you, Sunshine- you’re mine- only one I give two shits about- rest can just fuck off for all I care- as long as I have you- right here… forever.”

BNHA – Bakugou, Kirishima, Dabi, Hawks, Overhaul, Aizawa, Todoroki

JJK – Toji, Nanami, Geto, Gojo, Sukuna, Naoya

HQ - Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, Sakusa, Suna, either Miya twin

BLLK - Isagi, Reo, Kunigami

DS - Doma

CSM - Aki

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere smut #yancore #yandere bakugo #yandere kirishima #yandere dabi #yandere hawks #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere jjk #yandere haikyuu #yandere toji #yandere nanami #yandere geto #yandere demon slayer #yandere blue lock #yandere csm

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2-dsimp · 8 days

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Smonophillia

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(Female reader!)

🔞MDNI🔞

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Cw: Overstimulation, excessive creampies, overstimulation, dacryphillia, degradation, praise, begging,

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The Dramatic Beggars

“Baby please lemme in there! I promise I’ll make you feel so good! Haah you teasing me? Are you really even asleep right now? Fucking having your slutty pussy suckle on the tip my cock but not letting me in any deeper—Ahn! Darling please make some room for me in that delicious cunt of yours. I’ll die if I can’t cum inside you”

He whimpered pathetically into the crook of your neck deeply inhaling your lovely scent as he rutted desperately against the crease of your ass. Trying to dig his cock deeper inside you whilst you lay there slumbering on peacefully. Unaware that you’re pushing your lover to the brink of insanity as your snatch clamped down harshly on the sensitive mushroom tip of his throbbing cock. Denying him of any further entry inside your welcoming wet heat due to how tight your walls constricted his movements.

The greedy opportunists

“Damn Doll you look so gorgeous when you’re stuffed so full of me. Awe look at you squirming n moaning in your sleep like a whore. Are you having a wet dream about me molding the shape of my dick inside your gummy walls or is my fat cock too much for you? If that’s the case… Don’t worry sweetheart I’ll make sure you get well acquainted with my size. By stretching you out every god damn night with every chance I get my precious little fucktoy”

He chuckled deviously delivering deep long strokes inside your squelching cunt. Making sure to pound his shaft roughly inside of your gooey plump walls hitting that spongey sweet spot that made you cream endlessly on his invading thick dick. That repeatedly ravaged your guts in an effort to make your cunt mold itself in his cocks image. As his fat tip kept kissing the tip of your cervix with every mean pelvic thrust.

The stress fuckers

“Oh fuck yeah that’s the good stuff! You always manage to brighten up my day with your pretty pussy babe. I can’t thank you enough for allowing me to take out all my frustrations and stress from work inside your tight cunt. Fuck! you really know how to treat a man right my sweet baby girl.”

He gushed lovingly as he continued to rub the tip of his cock up and down your puffy pussylips. Licking his lips with a happy go lucky grin as he gently but firmly wrapped his hands around your neck as you slept while he proceeded to ease his long pulsating dick inside your puckered slicked hole. Moaning in satisfaction as he began rocking his hips against your ass. Making sure to bury his long shaft deep inside your sweltering dripping snatch. Using you as he pleased as he fucked away all his earlier frustration and stress from work, abusing your pussy in the most ravenous ways.

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forusomimiya · 1 year

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Ushijima praising your beautiful pussy that he abuses until he sees his cock covered in white. He'll hold your hips and just watch you devour his cock endlessly.

"Don't stop please, keep - fucking me baby. Keep sucking me s-so good… this cock is all yours, all yours babe… keep it up."

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yandere-romanticaa · 5 months

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Something that I find interesting about Oikawa is that he would be so observant when it came to you, not even a hawk could rival him.

I imagine him to be quite the pest when he's around you - always making some comment, stealing your things and dangling them somewhere where he knows you can't reach, just overall making all the little things in life that much more difficult. Why? Because he's bored and you happen to have the misfortune of being his favorite person ever. That's why!

But Oikawa takes mental notes, sometimes actual ones too. He probably has several notebooks dedicated to you and you wouldn't ever have a clue. He oozes with both natural charisma and childishness, which makes him a double threat. It is very easy for him to shift these two moods especially when the time calls for it. He sees the way you react because your reactions are important to him.

You are important to him.

That's why he makes sure to stay close to you as much as he possibly can, scaring off any potential threat regardless of sex. He may be a bit softer towards the girls who surround him but he always makes sure to let them down, to tell him that he's spoken for.

You just have no idea that it's you he's talking about.

Oikawa is used to success. But he also understands what it feels like to lose. That's why he does not have the courage to come clean to you. He can't help but to feel a little frustrated with you because, well, how dare you? How dare you exist there and be all cute? It's even worse when other people take notice and they actually have the courage to approach you, which just makes him want to knock their teeth out.

Oikawa is a pest. But in his way, that's his love language. He can be sweet, don't get me wrong! But messing with you is just too fun.

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yandere-sins · 3 months

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Do you think the miya twins would ever "mess around" with their darling at the same time? Ik they usually don't touch her like that unless they have her to themselves. Idk, I think it'd be fun to have the two crazies fighting over her as they have sex.

Oh yeah, totally!

[Warning: Yandere, Sexual Content]

Osamu is gracious, almost lenient. He knows Atsumu needs his alone time with you after a hard day of training, to celebrate his victory, or to just shut him up for a while. Having you bounce on his cock until he's satisfied is sure to knock Atsumu out for a while, as he'll be sleeping like a baby after a good fuck. And, to be honest, Osamu doesn't always want to deal with his brother's whining because you moaned the "wrong" name or because you've been kissing Osamu for too long. He just wants to be concentrating on your and his pleasure, knowing his brother can get off just fine by slamming into you but Osamu likes taking his sweet time. Also, Osamu is fully aware that his presence and extra stimulation could overwhelm you (although he enjoys that).

Regardless, that means he'll be the one to back off 7 out of 10 times, whisking you away after Atsumu is done for some fun in the bathtub and to help clean you up. Or he enjoys the rare time he has alone with you, bending you over the kitchen counter or taking you into the twin's room for somewhere more comfortable. There's also the delayed gratification in listening to your moans coming from the other room while he's cooking, his cock throbbing and waiting for his own chance of release that Osamu so likes. And he really likes being the one to pick up the you in pieces that Atsumu leaves behind, making sure you know he's the one to rely on in this weird relationship.

But there are times it can't be helped. I mean, look at you; how can anyone resist you?!

Surely not those two!

It's mostly when Osamu and you are getting frisky, and Atsumu comes home too early and catches you. He really has no shame, and there will be an unoccupied spot he can squeeze himself into. There's so much excitement in his eyes when he sees you, already hot and heavy, dazed, crying, or otherwise deliciously pleasured, and he can't help himself from asking you if you're enjoying his brother's dick and if you want to feel even better. He'll be so vocal about how pretty you are and how well you are taking Osamu's cock. How you'll be able to fit one more and take Atsumu as well, looking absolutely brilliant like this. If your mouth isn't occupied, Atsumu will make you tell him all about how you're feeling, asking you to say where his brother is making you feel good and apply some more stimulation that Osamu might have missed. Atsumu is always a little rougher with you, but he knows where to twist and pull to make your back arch, and he's the best when it comes to praising and degrading you, depending on what you need at that moment. And he knows. He always knows where you're itching to be touched, and if not, he'll make you tell him, kiss you feverishly when you speak up, and do everything you need him to do.

The twins might nag a bit at each other, but you know better than anyone that their teamwork is dreamwork. If they get together, you'll be drowning in pleasure until you no longer feel like the trapped darling you are. They'll make you feel like you belong. Like you are their lover and as if you want to be their bitch, chasing just one more height. The two of them are as addicting and devastating as drugs, but you'll never find anyone who knows your body better. Who's touch will make you cry from joy and who controls you from your thoughts to your orgasm, allowing you to let go of any worry or fear.

Although more rare, there are also times when Osamu joins you and Atsumu. Interestingly, Atsumu does give out an invitation every time Osamu walks in on you and his brother cock-deep inside you. It might be a jest, but Atsumu is unpredictable and mischievous in that way, and Osamu, too, can't resist his pretty darling, writhing and moaning in front of him, desperately in need of his attention. (It's what he tells himself, at least.) Sometimes, it's enough to watch you and his brother go at it as he jerks himself off, but on the very good days, Osamu will do anything to worship you, putting your pleasure before his, especially after seeing his brother rough you up. Isn't it nice of him to kiss all those bites and scratches? Osamu's hands can be so amazing as they dance across your skin, leaving trails of his touch from one hickey to another that make you gasp while his palms almost seem to burn when they settle. You'll want to nod and confirm any of his questions because you know he'll treat you to mind-breaking stimulation when you do. Of course you'll suck his fingers, push out your tongue for him and let him play with your hair as he rearranges you into new positions, making you feel things even deeper to the point both you and Atsumu are trembling and moaning.

Having the full attention of one twin can be exhausting or quite one-sided. But once you have both, you'll start to forget that you never wanted any of this.

Because in those moments, you'll only want more.

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addicted-to-morally-grey-men · 1 month

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Uhm... So this is my first time writing a storyline based thing and spare me cause I'm slowly getting the hang of how Tumblr works but i present y'all with....

Storyline: haikyuu... A historical fantasy story about a arch mage, an alchemist and a crowned royal prince. You have been engrossed by the manhwa after your friend recommended this to you. But what happens when you suddenly get isekai'ed into the story as a saintess?

Yandere sakusa (our cleanliness loving arch mage):

You were the saintess.. and he was the mage... Ofcourse you guys were meant to be! It was a match made in heaven sweetheart! You are meant to be together forever! The things you touch... The path you walk on... Everything around you is soo pure so innocent and so so so desperate to be ruined..ruined by him!

(he's an arch mage honey, he's gonna arch your back( ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠))

The moment he realises that the crowned prince and that bastard of an alchemist are in love with you... He loses it! He has to keep you safe! No one is allowed to taint your pure soul! No one but him!

Don't be surprised when you find yourself locked in a temple with high level magic spells around you.. he just did it for your protection sweetheart.. So what if you are the saintess and have to bless people? You should only use your blessings on him and him alone! Don't worry love... He'll make sure to remove any peck of impurity around both of you<3

Even if he has to get his hands dirty just for you<3

Yandere akaashi (royal crowned prince)

You're a saintess... That means you are his bride! His soon to be wife and the empire's mother! What do you mean that's not how it works? Isn't it how it goes in the stories? The saintess marries the crowned prince who turns into the emperor and they live happily forever ever after?

Aw.. ofcourse you don't know about it.. you're a pure soul afterall! Silly him! He needs to protect you then! Since, he can't have someone else taking his salvation away!

...WHAT!? THAT LOUSY MAGE AND PESKY ALCHEMIST DARE HAVE FEELINGS FOR YOU!? This can't be! no nO NO NO! This is treason! Treason against the royal family! So what if they are powerful? They need to be executed immediately!

Only he has the rights to claim you as his wife! Even if he has to bend a few royal orders here and there....

Yandere kita ( perfectionist alchemist )

Playing with spells and magic circles was his thing! The moment he laid his eyes on you.. he was enchanted! Obsessed! Desperate!. He needed to have you one way or the other.

You bless people, save them from misery by your holy powers, the epitome of mercy whereas he was deemed as evil, scary and an outcast.. but you.. you were the only one who treated him like a human.. no, no he doesn't care if you're the saintess, a maid or even a witch... He loves you! No matter what you are and what you want to be!

He's got to cage you keep you safe from prying eyes! Darling, he has seen how other stare at you... It makes him want to claw their eyes out!

How about going far far away from humanity where only the two of you are present? Doesn't it sound so romantic?♡

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lyomeii · 1 year

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YOU WEAR HIS CLOTHES ft. ghibli and haikyuu boys

: ̗̀➛ howl, prince justin and kei tsukishima

HOWL PENDRAGON

: ̗̀➛ he won’t speak directly towards you or anyone, but it’s clean that he absolutely loves seeing you wearing his clothes, particularly his jacket he used to wear when he first met you.

: ̗̀➛ not to mention how that no matter how height or shape, he always make his clothes look bigger on you, regardless of that might be a spell or not, you are worried of how his sleeves might get dirty when you are doing housework, but don’t seem that he cares about that.

: ̗̀➛ whatever you felt go in dates in the city or to street market, the jacket not only make you look gorgeous (more than the usual), but help him to make sure anyone tries to flirt with his sweet spouse, after all, the loose sleeves and the jacket hitting your thighs makes everyone knows you are dating a handsome man like howl.

: ̗̀➛ and those times he takes you to walk around the flower field or have a quiet picnic closer to a lake, he doesn’t lose the chance of giving his coat whatever it’s rain or the gentle breeze gets colder than the usual. Not to forget the sweet ‘thank you’ that your sweet lips speaks to him.

PRINCE JUSTIN

: ̗̀➛ as the leader of his nation, many people didn’t got surprised when the prince announced to have a significant other, many people did got surprised when noticing his beloved came from a common background, but never dared to speak a nasty word about it, since many were just intrigued with your clothes that are considered ‘improperly’ .

: ̗̀➛ with such news like that, justin ordered the best tailors and seamstress to design and make news and what many consider properly clothes for you, his beloved. However, he got kind disappointed when hearing that such larger number of clothes will take a while to make, leaving him desperate and worry of what you will wear now during this period.

: ̗̀➛ a solution came fast to this problem, wearing his clothes, in particular his coat when you need to go out in front of the press or royals. Your pants and shirt might came from a common background, but his extravagant coat with hair and makeup makes everyone’s attention on how good you are looking next to the prince, making many people got shocked how impressive you are looking not to mention the unique type of clothings you are wearing compared to many guests.

: ̗̀➛ didn’t took much time to your looks hit everyone’s ears and quickly, all the news and local citizens are talking about the type of clothings you were wearing during the event, making you become a what many called ‘ icon’ for the people for how simple yet spectacular you were looking yesterday.

: ̗̀➛ justin got happy when hearing this, knowing that now no one can judge his beloved about their tastes in clothes, yet he still trying to convince you to keep wearing his clothes, saying how magnificent you look with his itens and now wanting to keeping having the same conversation always, you now wear at least something from him everyone you go out with him

KEI TSUKISHIMA

: ̗̀➛ you spend so much time studying at your boyfriend’s house that you didn’t notice how night has arrived with the heavy rain, making you unable to go back home and to stay with kei for the rest of the night.

: ̗̀➛ his family didn’t mind to you staying with them during such weather, his brother and mother love yours part of the family, but your boyfriend in the other hand, didn’t look so happy with the situation. kei said there is no clothes that fit you and that waiting for the rain to clean is a better option, however his family didn’t let that happen.

: ̗̀➛ his mother told kei to share an old pajamas of his and that you will sleep in his bedroom for the night, after all, that’s what a couple do. akiteru began laughing with his younger brother’s reaction, kei’s face is a deep red and he is trying to not make eye contact with you while talking with his mother how inappropriate is that, but he lose the argument pretty fast when he realize how tired you are.

: ̗̀➛ kei gave you pajamas while he prepare another bed to sleep in the ground, there is no way he is going to let you rest in the ground after you spend so much time studying for the incoming test. When you enter his bedroom, the poor boy didn’t know how to properly react, his large clothes are now you and as expected, it doesn’t fit you, being too big that look likes a camisole.

: ̗̀➛ he wants to speak so many things about it, how cute you look or if you are comfortable to sleep in the same room as him, but that didn’t matter the instant you pass out in the makeshift bed in the floor, catching your boyfriend in surprise and slightly scarier your in-laws of the loud noise.

: ̗̀➛ even with his back hurting due to training, he decided to lay next to you while admiring your face. Not only you look so calm compared with the time you spend at school, but also cute wearing his larger vest. Maybe tomorrow, he will make fun of your snores.

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bunnykawa · 2 years

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bugbear (atsumu x f. reader)

summary: Atsumu swears that you’re up to no good. a/n: a concept sent in by an anon ages ago <3 loved the idea so much i decided to expand on it. AND YES I KNOW I’M HERE AFTER 2 YEARS OF INACTIVITY warnings/tags: 18+, yandere themes, noncon/dubcon/rape, cheating, manipulation, paranoia, gaslighting, toxic relationships, abusive language, violence, is this angsty? this is honestly just red flags everywhere

Atsumu feels like he’s going crazy.

He hates it, especially when you seem to be completely innocent. You’re living life normally, practicing your usual routine as you go about your day—and here’s poor Atsumu, wanting to rip his hair out beside you in bed every single damn night, desperately looking through your phone with bloodshot eyes for any evidence that he’s not the only one you’ve been with. How many times has he done this? He can’t count the amount of times even if he tried.

Yet every single time he snoops, he finds nothing. But there’s no doubt that you’re doing something. He knows it. It may seem like you’ve been the same as you have always been, but Atsumu knows.

He knows from how different your body has been moving recently. Maybe it’s the swing in your hips that seemed more pronounced than usual, making his stomach flutter and his crotch feel warm. He loves the way you move, but he knows that something is off with how you only move that way when you come home and when Atsumu has his teammates over. He grits his teeth every time he notices it and the only words that flash through his mind are why the fuck are you acting like that?

“You’re being ridiculous, ‘Tsumu!” you insisted, “I don’t understand where this is coming from all of a sudden!” Atsumu can’t force you to admit that you’ve been acting like a whore—he’s so damn frustrated that you won’t—so he can’t do anything else but stare you down as you prance around the apartment trying to seduce his teammates.

He knows from the way you speak, too. Why does your voice go up a pitch when you’re talking to his beloved twin brother? Osamu would never betray him like that, right? When he walked into your kitchen during a small hangout with his friends and you were giggling like a little school girl to whatever Osamu said (and he’s pretty sure that Osamu isn’t even that funny), Osamu just brushed it off and ignored how much more attentive you were, right?

“I am not flirting with your brother, ‘Tsumu!” you laughed it off like you always did, “You’re way more handsome than ‘Samu is!”

And he’s just forced to believe you? That you’ve actually been completely loyal to only him? When even Sakusa from his volleyball team, quiet and with the same social skills of a boring brick wall, has been eyeing you down whenever he comes over, and you’re acting like you /want/ him to fuck you? Sakusa—of all people—you want Sakusa Kiyoomi?

But you tell him that he’s being crazy. You don’t want anyone but him. Every little thing that he’s been picking up on, is him just misunderstanding the situation and letting his jealousy and insecurities get to him.

Why would you cheat on him in the first place when your lives are completely entwined to include each other on a daily basis? Why would you cheat on him when you love him so much that you get up early every morning to make breakfast for him? You would never ever in a million years even think of laying in bed with someone other than Atsumu. You love him.

“Atsumu, are you okay?” you ask, leaning comfortably on the armrest of the couch, dressed in nothing but one of his practice jerseys and your underwear. The lights are turned off in the living room, but Atsumu can see your figure because of the TV playing your favorite show. Atsumu is breathing heavily as he stares you down from the front door. The harshness of his gaze almost makes you flinch—still, you stay in place, awaiting his next move.

“Are you fuckin’ serious?” he spits out with venom laced in his words. You look at him, shocked, so very confused, and slightly annoyed at his tone of voice because what the hell could he be talking about this time?

“What?” is what you were going to say.

Before you could say anything at all, the same shit that he’s heard countless times, Atsumu pulls you up by your hair, forcing a piercing scream from your lungs, and slams you on the tiled ground in front of the couch.

Your scalp burned from the sudden grip—it almost feels like he ripped your hair out of your head—but the worst pain was the pounding in the back of your skull. You can barely hear the TV anymore; the noises of your favorite show are drowned out by the ringing in your ears.

The whole place is spinning as you lay motionless on the ground for a few seconds, unable to comprehend what just happened to you. The pain is sharp and instantaneous. You're scared that if you move, you might hurt yourself even more and cause more damage.

You let out a wheezed breath as your eyes struggle to focus on anything. Atsumu stands over you, the left side of his face slightly illuminated by the TV. You’re surprised by how much hatred is present in his eyes—he used to look at you like you were all he ever had. But he’s tired of everything; the lies, the secrets, everything. He knows. He’s clenching his fists, observing your small movements, wondering if everything you were doing behind his back was worth it.

Atsumu gets down and kneels between your legs. He seems even bigger than you remember. You feel like you’re drowning as you look up at him, dazed from the impact. Weakness is engulfing your body and your throat is so heavy and everything is just getting blurrier and wow, he smells so good, like home despite what he just did to you—

And then you hear it. The air is suddenly so cold. The force of Atsumu’s strength lifts your hips up momentarily before you come crashing down on cold tiles. You hear the fabric of your panties rip away from your body and watch as it disappears behind Atsumu’s head. He’s fumbling with the drawstring of his shorts before he pushes them down, exposing his beautiful tanned skin.

“You deserve every fucked up thing that’s coming to you, you dirty bitch.”

But you don’t. His words fade into nothing as they echo in your mind.

“I hate you. I fucking hate you.”

Adrenaline begins to pump in your veins—every muscle in your body is telling you to run. Panic is settling in your chest. What is he trying to do?

Run away. This shouldn’t be happening to you. Atsumu is supposed to love you. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Run away. You don’t deserve this. You don't want this. Run the fuck away before he—

He pushes the tip of his cock between your folds and a burning sensation erupts at your entrance. Then for a second, everything goes quiet.

Everything feels familiar. Atsumu and you lock eyes, like you used to do in such an intimate position like this. You're suddenly aware that his hands are on both sides of your head, supporting his weight above you. He would usually give you a kiss on your forehead before he would fuck you so hard and make you cum all over him and leave you legs pathetically shaking. God, you want to cry. You want to yell in his stupid face and fuck him up and rip his hair out until his scalp burns like yours.

Atsumu always tells you he loves you. But if he loves you so much, then how the fuck did you end up in this position?

“Get off of me!” you scream at the top of your lungs. Your legs are kicking wildly, your hands are punching, slapping, scratching at whatever you can reach, your head is spinning more than you thought it would. The pain in your skull is unbearable. Atsumu hisses when your nails snag at his skin, definitely leaving a few marks across his cheek and neck.

But no matter what you do, you can’t stop him. Atsumu grabs your wrists and pins them down to the floor. You’re sobbing uncontrollably as he overpowers you. You cry louder, “Stop! Fucking stop!”

Then he forces himself inside you.

Completely.

It’s another sharp pain that pierces through your core and makes your body jerk violently. You’re trying to hopelessly pull away from him.

But he still smells like home. And it makes your stomach churn in so much disgust that you feel like you could throw up. Atsumu pulls his hand back and smacks you in the face, forcing your head to the side. He holds you down once again, but this time it’s by your throat.

At this point, you’d be better off dead. A part of you is praying that he would just end your life already. But his grip isn’t hard enough to kill you, and instead of tightening his fingers around your fragile neck—

He starts moving. Slowly, painfully, his cock invade your insides, filling you up inch by inch, and then pulling out until you feel empty again. You feel relief for a moment, until he fills you back up again.

And again.

“Please,” you gasp. You hold onto his hands around your neck. Your body is attempting to move away instinctually, but you can’t. It’s a fucking nightmare. You feel so raw on the inside as he tears you apart.

“I don’t wanna hear nothin’ from you anymore,” he says through gritted teeth, tightening his grip around your neck. And when Atsumu quickens his speed, you feel your brain turning into mush.

It’s all your fault. The memories are flooding back in, even if you’ve tried to hold them back. It’s hard to forget.

Osamu was fun. Although seemingly quieter than Atsumu at first glance, he was just as chaotic as his twin. They were basically built the same. Same face, same muscles, same level of attractiveness that you wanted to take a bite out of.

He even knew how to cook! You couldn't help it. Once he brushed his hand across your waist while passing by you that one day he came over to visit—fuck, it was impossible to resist. It was like laying with Atsumu, but it was still so different.

There was just something so, so delicious about being on top of Osamu while he squeezed your ass, slamming you down onto his cock. You found out how different Osamu really was from his twin that day.

Your cunt tightens around Atsumu’s thick cock involuntarily.

What’s wrong with you?

It’s suddenly becoming easier for Atsumu to move inside you. He watches as your lips begin to part and your eyelids droop again. The wetness coming from you is pooling around the base of his shaft in a sticky mess.

Sakusa was fun, too. For someone so stoic and distant from most people, who avoided crowds as if they were the bane of his existence, he had no issues getting closer to you. Wide shoulders, tiny waist—the excitement you felt as you ran your fingers across his hard chest was something you’ve never felt before.

It was exhilarating—his hands felt so good around your throat while he was on top, pounding his cock into your cunt like you were nothing but a pussy, a pair of tits, and some legs. Underneath that face mask was a man who truly knew how to treat a woman.

It felt good.

In fact, it feels good.

It feels so fucking good.

“Are- Are you fuckin’ likin’ this?” Atsumu asks, narrowing his brown eyes at you. His voice brings you back to reality—that’s when you realize that he slowed his movements down to a halt and his hands were no longer around your neck, but back to where they used to be. Yes, your head was pounding. Yes, your entire body was hurting. Yes, you were absolutely guilty of everything Atsumu was accusing you of.

But, fuck, did Atsumu’s cock feel better than anything in the world right now, pulsating deep in your pussy and covered in your cream. You shiver as the cold air hits the wetness spread on your thighs.

“Fuck me,” you whimper, although it hurt to even speak. He was gobsmacked, looking down at your trembling figure and seeing the despair in your eyes. His heart is almost beating out of his chest.

“What?”

Cries begin to fall from your lips. With all your energy, you grab onto his forearms and try to pull him down towards you.

“Fuck me!” you beg, clawing at him, “Please! Please, ‘Tsumu. I’m so sorry. Just fuck me.”

He hasn’t heard you beg like this in so long. Despite how fucked up the situation was dawning on him, he realizes that he still misses you.

“What the hell,” he mutters under his breath before he grabs you by your hips and starts to plow into your heat with most of his strength. You’re so hot down there—your body heat is burning his cock up and making him want to absolutely destroy you. Atsumu’s cock is so deep inside you that it kisses the entrance of your swollen cervix, forcing another scream out of you followed by a sickening moan that sends shivers down his spine.

“Your pussy is chokin’ the fuck outta my cock,” he hisses.

You’re moaning his name with every inch of your soul. The pleasure is almost unbearable. Your insides are convulsing with every thrust and the tightness is forming in your insides. Every time the base of his cock meets your cunt, you begin to squeeze and clench your muscles, desperate for him to fill you up.

“Fuck, it’s so good, ‘Tsumu,” you moan, “I love you. I love your cock.” The stretch is absolutely tantalizing—your tongue is lolling out between your lips and your eyes are rolling to the back of your head.

Your words are sticking to his brain and it makes his chest ache. His head dips low, but the drops of water on your chest expose his feelings. Atsumu was always in touch with his emotions, but you barely saw him cry. He begins to slow down again and you really wish that he would just keep going.

“Is that what you said to them, too?” he whispered, biting his lip to stop himself from breaking down. You shake your head and lightly smack his forearms.

“Keep-,” you suck in a breath, “going. Please. I need to cum.”

“But you still fucked ‘em like I mean nothin’ to you.” His bottom lip is shaking now. But you…you don’t care. For fuck’s sake, Atsumu. Your high is so close, you want to cry yourself.

He continues to ramble about how much he loves you, how he would do anything for you, that nothing hurts more than finding out he was right about everything, wanting it to all be fake until Osamu and Sakusa were laughing about something and he overheard them—

“I didn’t cheat!” you weep, tears streaming down your cheeks and making you sticky. Everything is so sticky. “Why the fuck are you stopping?! I wanna cum! I promise I didn’t cheat on you!”

Lying through your own damn teeth. Atsumu doesn’t believe you anymore—you’re a liar, no matter what you say in an attempt to convince him. But how can he ever let you go? He physically hurt you in his blind rage, said disgusting things to you, took you without your consent—the realization overcomes him and he shivers in repugnance, putting his face into his hands.

You cheated. It’s a fact that you think of and fantasize about every single day. It’s something that has rotted Atsumu’s brain into anger, hatred, and resentment. He was never enough for you. You always had your eyes set on other men, yet you stayed with him, torturing his very existence.

“You’re such a fuckin’ slut,” he sobs, “but I still love you. You’re everythin’ to me.” Then he bends down, grabs you, and holds you close to him with his fingers weaving through your hair. You can’t remember the last time he held you like this.

The sudden influx of emotions washes over you wildly. Your head still hurts. Your world is spinning with terrible confusion, but at the same time—

Exhaustion. Shame. Guilt.

“I’m sorry.” His tears are soaking your hair. Strands are sticking to the side of your face. His heaves are violent and you can feel every shake of his body against yours. He almost sounds like the Atsumu he used to be. “I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.”

Then he continues his assault on your cunt, ravaging your insides until you’re squirting, drenching him in your juices and creating a mess on your floor. You’re crying out for him, squeezing his biceps tight and allowing the pleasure to finally overcome your entire being. It’s quick—it knocked the wind out of you—but it’s enough for peace to cloud your brain.

He sticks his face in the crevice of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent mixed with sweat and tears. You’re still home to him.

And as he stuffs his face into your neck, you sigh deeply.

Relief.

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kyuuppi · 1 year

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⚠️ obsessive, creepy behavior / yandere-adjacent / brief kidnap mention / non-con photos & recording

I just discovered scummy Scara content and oh God I really do have a type. Having psychotic mental lapses in which scummy Kenma and scummy Scara exist in the same universe simping the same person. I would literally die to be them pls--

There are two options, either they both obsessively fight over you til either one kidnaps you and/or one gets arrested LOL

--or the second, more "reasonable" option in which they make an alliance of sorts....

Scara is in most of your classes (after organizing his whole class schedule to match yours ofc, even if it means graduating a little later than he should...anything to spend more time with you tho <3) so he has hundreds of candid photos of you. Most of them are blurry or at an awkward angle-- he has to be discreet so you don't catch on-- but photos of you nonetheless. Sipping your morning iced coffee, fumbling through a last minute class presentation, laughing with your best friend, drooling on your textbook as you nod off at your desk, the peak of your lacy underwear when you lean just a bit too far forward in your seat--he has every moment captured and saved in a locked folder on his phone.

But Kenma has something else. Kenma has hours and hours of audio. He has a separate hard drive just for his hundreds of hours of secretly recorded discord calls. Your rage-fueled Apex rants, your Overwatch victory screeches--and his personal favorite, the late nights calls where there are no games being played, no teammates or distractions, just you whispering the deepest darkest secrets your sleep-deprived brain reminds you of at 4am. Whispered regrets and confessions that you make him promise to never tell anyone--and of course he won't. He'll just record them so he can relive this moment again and again whenever he wants.

Eventually they come to a mutual agreement. In a private server, only occupied by the two them, Scara and Kenma upload hundreds and hundreds of gigabytes--all of you. Meticulously organized channels separate pictures on days you wear make-up and days you're in too much of a rush to bother. Audio files organized by the game you're playing, whether it was a winning or losing match, which headset you're using because there's a small difference in the quality and the newer one catches that small hitch of your breath when you're close to ulting--

An unlikely partnership forms between two scummy, obsessed Discord boys. 💛

#do not perceive me #i dont know what this is imjust mentally ill jsjshsjsh #scummy scara #scummy kenma #kenma x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin imagine #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu x reader #dark content #genshin x reader #yandere genshin #yandere haikyuu #yandere scaramouche #yandede kenma

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yanderenightmare · 5 months

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TW: NSFW, yandere, captive darling

Dying for yanderes with an energy that’s –

Be a fuckin’ bitch, and get treated like one – or let me treasure you like a fuckin' princess.

It’s real’ simple. Get caged or get crowned.

You can either sit by my feet with a collar around your throat – or sit on my face like it’s a throne.

Up to you...

BNHA – Bakugou, Kirishima, Hawks, Shigaraki

JJK – Geto, Nanami

HQ - Sakusa, Daichi

BLLK - Reo, Ego

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere smut #yancore #yandere bakugo #yandere kirishima #yandere hawks #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere jjk #yandere haikyuu #yandere nanami #yandere geto #yandere blue lock #yandere shigaraki

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tatsumessy · 1 year

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“tell me where is hurts love” - {wakatoshi ushijima}

When your period cramps are so bad you start to cry.

The rain starts to heavily hit against your kitchen window as you stood there in your panties and your spaghetti strap shirt holding a cup of now warm chamomile tea.

You had the cup pressed against the center of your pain. Usually your cramps are bad but never this bad, you kept staring out the window every now and then using your free hand to wipe the bead of sweat dripping down your forehead.

And normally you’d do this same routine every cycle but what’s different this time is your boyfriend is home for the first time in two months. And any other time you’re on your period he’s never around, another wave of cramps stabbed into your abdomen and you accidentally dropped the coffee cup on the ground.

The ceramic cup shattered around you creating a large crashing sound that anyone from a twenty mile radius could hear. Bending down to pick up the broken pieces tears prickled on your bottom lash line.

“Y/n?” Your boyfriend of five years spoke from behind you, he walked over noticing the broke glass and his first instinct was to move you out the way so that you don’t get hurt. He easily forced his grip under your arms and picked you up off the ground placing you on top of the island.

He hadn’t even noticed the tears streaming down his precious girlfriends face. He started to pick up the glass and throwing into a plastic bag before tying that off and tossing it in the big trash bin. He turned to see you looking at him with teary eyes, “Honey what’s wrong?” He placed his now cleaned hands around your waist, his thumbs gently rubbed along your exposed skin.

You dropped your head into the crook of his neck trying to calm yourself down, “I’m sorry it’s nothing, I just need a minute.” He sighed and fully wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him. Your legs wrapped around him as he picked you up slowly walking the both of you over to the sofa. He sat down and you laid down on top of him hiccuping from all the crying.

He rubbed the lower part of your back and his movement were soothing your pain more than the warm cup of tea was. The heavy rain was soothing your mind and his hands were soothing your body.

“My cramps…hurt badly.” You spoke lifting your head up a bit to look down at him. His neutral expression softened a little bit seeing your saddened face. “Do you want me to kiss it better?” He asked with that same dull angered expression, if you didn’t know your boyfriend well enough you would’ve assumed he was being sarcastic. But he was serious.

You nodded your head in acceptance and in one swift motion he rolled over placing you on your back while pulling your legs around his waist. He sat snug between your legs and placed his hands on the base of your stomach. “Tell me where it hurts love.” His words flew through your body and ran all the way up to your cheeks.

Gently gripping his hands you placed them right where your stomach was hurting the most. His hands immediately started to work into your aching muscles, and while his hands massaged into you he leaned his face close to your having his lips hover over yours. You smiled closing the itching gap between the two of you, his tongue immediately forced its way into yours as his hands pressed harder onto your cramps.

A small moan left your mouth and into his deepening the kiss you two were sharing. “Better?” You nodded your head yes in satisfaction, he pulled away moving lower where his head laid on your chest. You ended up falling asleep with one hand in his short olive hair and the other rested on his back.

He glanced up at you shivering a bit from your labored breathing, your nose was starting clog from the crying and all he did was smile cuddling closer to your body.

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forusomimiya · 1 year

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"Ya still recording?"

"Y-yeah..."

"Good... keep it up bunny, you’re doing s-so well, so - fucking - good" the heavy lunges were no excuse for not answering, but your breath escaped with each one of them. Your arms weaken, your body follows, but you struggle to hold his phone steady as you record every second of what's happening in the mirror in front of you.

Eyes hooded, tongue out from the constant fatigue of the speed Suna was carrying in you. He wasn't the one being fucked hard against the bathroom wall, of course not. His gorgeous and toned back marked with your fingernails, nibbles visible on one shoulder and his neck painted with hickeys.

Fuck, how you loved seeing you two like this, both of you being a fucking mess.

"R-rin please don’t stop, 'm close ahh- fuck, I'm so close… faster please - please"

"Easy bunny, I won't stop until I see you milking me completely"

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yandere-romanticaa · 4 months

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Haikyuu season 2 is the best season and I'm about to make us all the ultimate y/n.

For funsies, let's say you're a manager for Karasuno. And for even more funsies, aside from the Karasuno boys having their eye on you, the others start to check you out too!!

Kuro and Bokuto would be the most vocal about their attraction, shamelessly so. They're all over you much to the chagrin of your Karasuno boys. Sugawara holds you by the shoulders as he drags you away, a nervous smile on his face but his fingertips are digging far too deeply into your skin to be normal. Daichi looks like he'll faint if he sees you talking to anyone who's not from his team, forcing him to always have someone guarding you at all times.

That job is usually handed to either Tanaka or Nishinoya. Sometimes both at the same time!

But you start getting close to the other players too, such as Kenma. He's shy but he's a sweet little thing. You always get him to eat which Kuro is immensely grateful for. He uses this as an excuse to keep you close and Kenma just goes along with it.

You're also most likely being taken cared of by Akaashi, who has his own set of motivations and goals. He knows damn well what he's doing and the smirk on his face gives him away once the Karasuno boys sneak a peak at him.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yancore #yanderecore #yandere aesthetic #yandere male #haikyuu x reader #yandere haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyuu #haikyū!!

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yandere-sins · 3 months

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i fucking love the miya twins x reader. Can we get something where another character, maybe kita ends up revealing his childhood sweetheart (unknowing that the first love he fell out of touch with is currently being locked up in the apartment of the twins he just told the story too) im sure there'll be quite the punishment for her when the twins get home 🤭

They would be so jealous.

And you'd have no idea why.

It's not really a betrayal because you haven't seen Kita for years at this point, but it still stings as if you had plunged a knife into their chests. (Yes, Atsumu is that dramatic as he tries to explain why your childhood antics hurt them.) To know that you held hands and promised to marry another person, yet still shy away from their touches and never try to deepen your relationship with either of the twins is a thorn in their sides that isn't easily removable.

You might have been... seven at the time of the promise with Kita, but you never even asked to go steady with the Miya twins!

Still, despite their broken and aching hearts, they know they can't reasonably punish you for having been a silly child. You didn't know better. You probably didn't even love Kita! Right? You couldn't possibly have known what love even meant back then... right?!

The two of them only met you in their teens as well, so it was bound to happen that you might have had friends before them. However, they notice that spark in your eyes when they say Kita's name. As if you remember him, fondly even. As if he was a bigger threat than they had anticipated. It does hurt their feelings that you'd regain some of your liveliness at the mention of another man. One that you've been apart from for so long, no less. One that gives you back a glimmer of... hope.

It's not like they like you better when you aren't happy. It's just that they really hate it when you are happy, but not because of them.

Mealtime will be boring and basic the next few days while Osamu doesn't feel like cooking for you. He keeps making snarky remarks about how you'd probably prefer Kita to cook you rice from his rice field. Or how you'd like Kita to stock up your bathroom supplies and snacks. Kita could bring you much better movies you'd actually enjoy watching for sure, yadda yadda yadda. You really start to notice the effort he puts into taking care of you when he stops doing it... but you get to enjoy some baths alone and in peace! They also don't steal bites from your plate anymore. And they might sneer, but you can rearrange the room, and they won't stop you for once—they just follow you around and watch your every step silently and with great displeasure.

Atsumu, on the other hand, is annoyingly moody as he shuns you. Oh, you were watching something? He's home now; hand over the remote. No, you cannot have some of his pudding that you didn't want. (Then again, at least you don't have to fear suffocating from him trying to feed you). He keeps whining about not getting enough love from you, but he steals your pillow and blanket at night, demonstratively facing away from you. (Osamu lends you his arm to sleep on and pretends not to enjoy it if you inch closer for warmth to him. Jokes on him because he's not stopping you from getting under his blanket either, but your neck hurts from how tense he is all throughout the night.)

It's almost adorable that they think taking their love from you will hurt you.

However, even the funnest and best of times in captivity have to end. You are due to run out of something that you realize you need desperately. Not least because the twins will start taking things away from you here and there. In this twisted codependency, there's no other way but to seek them out and ask for your toothbrush back or inquire if you'll be having canned carrot soup again tomorrow, too... like the other three days before.

That's where they get you. Now you'll have to play to their tune, apologize, assure them you want nothing from Kita and don't even like him after all this time. It takes some convincing on your part, but how could they not melt for their sweet little darling, clinging to them and begging to go back to how it was before?

Atsumu will coax some more (fake) confessions about your feelings for the twins and make you promise to always love them (and to share your dessert with him). He'll whisk you away before you have a chance to make it up to his brother, taking you back to the room to have you "show" him just how much you love him, baring you to show all your vulnerability and sincerity. He'll have you moan and scream his name so fast, considering he's been preserving his energy for the last few days. But after ravaging your body and befuddling your mind, he'll go back to how he was before, making up some dearly missed cuddle time with you where he can talk about his day and unwind, finally having you back in his arms and lap. With his hands reaching for every inch of your body, kneading and memorizing the feeling of you as if this was the first time he got to touch you, kisses littering your neck and teeth nipping at your lips until his desire is finally sated.

Eventually, with great effort, you'll have to free yourself from Atsumu, who can't get enough of having you back. Still, you'll need the rest of your strength to make up with Osamu without letting too much time pass. He's still cold and dismissive, working or cleaning up, but the kitchen already smells like freshly cooked miso soup, so that's a good sign. Osamu is satisfied with you coming to him, touching his arm, or taking his hand, swearing you never meant anything you said to Kita seriously and that the twins are the only ones you want to be with. He'll seem a bit pouty, so you should consider cuddling up to him or giving him a good ol' smooch, even if he doesn't reciprocate immediately. But who could be mad at you? With a big sigh, Osamu will welcome you back into his embrace, kiss you on the head, and tell you where your toothbrush is, handing you a bag with all the necessities they've been hiding from you. However, he still got them (he knew all along what you were running out from and when). Osamu will admit he was planning on restocking your things slowly anyway (it hurt him to see you were struggling). All's well that ends well, but Osamu will want to have a taste of what Atsumu already devoured, so get ready for that.

And with that, the argument will be over (for now).

Hopefully, there won't be any shows on TV featuring farmers, and the twins won't meet Kita again for a while, so they won't be reminded of what happened. You wouldn't want them to start doubting the lies you told them, right?

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