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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.”

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thefiery-phoenix · 1 month

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YANDERE MAFIA BOSS KUROO TETSUROU HEADCANONS

Kuroo as a mafia boss would be stronger than usual, fierce, ferocious and hell even DEADLY to his enemies. His gang Nekoma along with Karasuno are the topmost mafia gangs in the country and they team up together sometimes to wipe out their competition. One day as the Nekoma members were coming back from a mission which btw, involved causing some chaos and stirring up some ruckus for their rival gang Shiratorizawa without the Karasuno members, as his gang members were talking about how stupid their henchmen were and how predictable and easy they were to attack, Kuroo stayed silent since his head was throbbing a little and had a headache. He just needed some god damn peace once in a while and so, he stayed silent as he rubbed his temples in annoyance and glanced at the setting sun. As his eyes wandered around the place, he then noticed you sitting on a tree branch, trying to rescue a cat that got stuck up a tree. 'What the heck is that girl doing?' he was confused and yet, he began to watch you with fascination but grew alarmed when he realized the branch was about to break. He then quickly raced over to you to protect you from hitting the ground and asked you if you were all right. Then, he winked at you and said, ''Stay safe sweetheart, don't wanna go getting in trouble again now do we?'' and with that, he went on his way while his friends were just looking at him like deer caught in headlights. Some of them teased him about it and Kenma kept his cool since he was sensible not to do stupid shit like teasing the bossman

After some days, he slowly started to think of you and he grew obsessed with you. He ordered his men to find out more about you, what your interests were, relationships with people, which he hated since he was convinced that they were just trying to use and taint a sweet precious little thing like you, your dislikes, your favorite places to go and hang out and stuff like that. Heck, he'll even send Kenma and Lev to keep an eye on you for your safety which in modern terms is what we call 'Stalking'

He'll kidnap you after a few weeks or so after he's sure he knows everything about you but he'll be prepared to stock your favorite books, chocolates, warm fuzzy blankets, movies, stuffed animals and maybe even a pet like that cat you've rescued from the tree that day. He knows you'll be confused, scared and worried and hence, he'll take his time and be very sweet and kind and caring and patient with you to let you adjust to your new home

The other members of his gang will warm up to you and they'll be platonic yanderes for you, congratulations. Kenma is in charge of your security since Kuroo trusts him alot. No one dares to flirt with you and may the gods save them if someone does something stupid as that

If you try acting up or try escaping, he's just going to be hurt and heartbroken and so, instead of punishing you and locking you in a room and all that dark shit, he'll cuddle you instead and kiss you softly telling you how he should have paid more attention to you

He loves cuddle sessions with you and feels very relieved when you run and rake your fingers through his hair. He finds it very relaxing

Will never yell at you, or raise his hands at you or HECK, he won't even manipulate you emotionally or physically. He thinks you deserved to be treated like an angel and best believe it, he WILL treat you like one

Some idiot during a mafia meeting found out about you and tried touching you in an inappropriate manner and Kuroo had the most scariest and fiercest glare as he just broke that person's jaw and shot him in the head like, 5 times and then seethed in rage, ''No one touches what's mine!''. Later on when he saw how nervous you were about the whole thing, you guys snuggled with each other, Kuroo comforting you and eating cup noodles with some light jazz playing softly with some dim lights on

Loves you alot and he's gonna make you sit on his lap during meetings which will make you shy and you'll be even MORE flustered when he kisses your neck, cheek and leaves hickeys all over you or grabs you from behind. What? He's just trying to prove everyone that you're his.....

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ramhaiba · 2 months

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All I need is you (Yandere Kenma x Reader x Yandere Kuroo) Chapter 1

No warning in this chapter however MINORS DO NOT INTERACT SERIES TW: Gore, Stalking, Sexual themes, major character death You hugged your dear friend, Hinata, as closely as possible, this was the last time you were going to see him before you moved. "Y/n, c'mon, you'll make new friends!" he chuckled, rubbing your back, you only knew he has kept an optimistic appearance because he couldn't bear to see you sad. You always liked that about Hinata. "I don't want to make new friends. I want to stay here!" you mumbled as Hinata pulled away, dusting your light-colored sweater.

"I know.." Hinata responded, his lips curled into his smile but you could still tell deep down in his heart, he would miss you. You never wanted to leave that bus station, you rather run away with Hinata and graduate at Karasuno. There were so many memories you could have made at Miyagi Prefecture but your mother urged you to move to Tokyo. You didn't quite hate her for that but it did break your heart the second you realized all of your possessions were packed into cardboard boxes.

You'll never make friends as you had in Karasuno! You completely forgot how the entire Karsasuno's volleyball team even became your friend. What are you going to do without Hinata?

Hinata's hand curled on your cheek, "hey, don't worry! Just look for Kenma and tell him you know me. Kenma will take care of you for me, I promise! " Hinata uttered. You blinked, holding back your tears, "okay..promise you'll visit me" you mumbled. Hinata chuckled, tilting his head, "of course, I'll visit you the second I can" he announced.

Y/n was a first-year, she had just recently transferred from Karasuno to Nekoma. She had no idea what to expect. She just remembers her old friend from Karauno, Hinata, telling her "don't worry Y/n! You can tell Kenma you know me and he'll be nice to you!"If only she knew the type of person Kenma truly was.

"Y/n! The bus is here" your mother called, lightly tugging on the sleeve of your sweater. "O-oh..goodbye Shoyo" you sighed, a pout growing on your lips. "Don't say goodbye, I'm always here for ya. So, don't act like you're never going to see me again!" Hinata urged, punching your shoulder, playfully. You knew he was right but it didn't lift the aching feeling in your heart. You took a deep breath as you stepped foot on your bus, quickly glancing at Hinata, he kept the same big grin he had when he first met you, "I'll see you later, Shoyo! "You announced. "I'll see you later, Y/n!" Hinata chuckled.

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You walked into the classroom. Everyone had a seat, beside you. You stood in front of the class. "You must be the new student, Y/n? Will you like to introduce yourself to the class?" your teacher said, behind his desk. You responded to him with a nod, it'd be good for you to introduce yourself, especially when you transferred in the middle of the semester.

"Hello, My name is Y/n L/n. I transferred here from Karasuno. I- uh look forward to working with you all" You announced, fiddling your thumbs together from behind your back. You heard whispers from the back of the classroom, instantly spiking your anxiety.

"Karasuno is so far"

"She looks weird"

"Her skirt is way too short"

"God, I hope she doesn't sit next to us"

"Is something wrong, Y/n?" The teacher said. You snapped out of it. It was just your imagination tricking you, god you were so damn nervous... "Nothing, sorry," you said. Your teacher gave you a quick smile and then searched the room for a seat. "Sit next to Lev, Lev stand up,'' The teacher said.

Then a silver-haired, green eye, extremely tall boy stood up. He looks scary, he might have been the tallest guy you have ever seen, was this kid even a first year?

You quickly took a seat next to him, not wanting any more eyes to be on you. The teacher started his lecture.

"Pssssh"

You looked to your left. Lev was trying to talk to you.

"Yes?" you whispered

"You're from Karasuno right?" Lev asked

You nodded. Lev grinned. He looked a lot less scary with such a wonderful smile.

"Do you know Hinata?" Lev asked

You eagerly nodded your head, excited to hear Hinata's name.

"Do I know him? He's my best friend" you whispered. Lev chuckled, he had a kind of laughter, it made you feel safer and less intimidated by his appearance.

"Do you know Kenma?" You asked. Lev answered your question with a nod.

"Yeah, He's on the same volleyball team as me," Lev murmured, covering his mouth from the teacher's perspective.

"Oh um.." you stuttered, anxious about what to say to him next. Would it be weird for you to ask to be introduced to Kenma? I mean you just met Lev five seconds ago...

"Do you want to Come by volleyball practice with me?" Lev asked, casually, Oh, thank god he asked. "Sure!" you whispered, a bit too loudly.

"QUIET DOWN IN THE BACK " your teacher announced, his eyebrows furrowing. Lev held back his snicker, his cheeks swelling. "Meet me there at 5" he whispered, keeping his head faced in the front to cause less suspicion.

You stood in front of the gym, it was a bit bigger than Karasuno's gym and maybe slightly older than Karasuno's gym. You looked around, searching for the grey-haired student, unable to catch him in your eye view, you started getting anxious.

Where is he? Oh god, he thinks you're a dork and left you here. You should leave. You tried to walk away but you heard something approaching you.

"Y/N! " Lev yelled, running up to you. "Oh hi, um I'm here," you said. Wow smooth, Y/n...

Lev grinned, "why didn't you go inside? Everyone is here already" Lev asked. "Oh they are-?" you said. You idiot, the doors were opened... Oh god just transfer to another school.

You walked into the court with Lev next to you.

"Oi Titan, who did you bring?" Said a short boy, with brown hair, his height reminded you of Noya, but you chose not to mention anything about it.

"I brought my new classmate, Y/n! They were from Karasuno" Lev said, a big grin on his face as if he was proud he brought a new person to introduce to his upperclassmen. "Huh? Karasuno? Oh- I'm Yaku, a third-year" Said the boy. "I'm Y/n L/n," you responded, smiling because you felt you'd look friendly.

"Yaku, do you know where Kenma is?" Lev asked, stretching his long arms.

"Hmm, I think he's with Kuroo, in front of the locker room," Yaku said, pointing. Lev gave Yaku a thumbs up. Lev placed one of his hands behind your back as he guided you towards a pair of upperclassmen.

One had dyed blonde hair, he looked like he definitely didn't want to be there, he was shorter than the person he was talking to, he strangely reminded you of a cat. The other boy had dark hair, was much more muscular and taller than the other boy, and had hair covering one of his eyes.

"Kenmmaaaa" Lev sang, swinging his arms up and down. The blonde boy snapped his head towards you and Lev.

"What do you want," he asked. His voice was so.. Quiet and calm. It didn't seem like he was too fond of Lev, it didn't look like he was too fond of anyone, to be honest.

"I want you to meet someone," Lev said, less confident. Kenma's eyes focused on you, he was clearly annoyed, his glance was so intimidating that you could basically melt by a single stare.

"Why," he asked, annoyed. You looked at Lev and Lev looked back at you. "I HEAR YAKU CALLING ME," Lev announced, quickly dashing away and leaving you to fend for yourself The dark-haired boy put a hand on Kenma's shoulder. "Kenma, don't be mean. She's a cute girl" The boy said. Kenma rolled his eyes.

"What does the 'cute girl' want," Kenma asked.

"I-oh- I'm from Karasuno- "You said.

"Karasuno?You think she knows Chibi-chan?" The dark-haired boy asked, leaning on the shorter boy's shoulder, Kenma clearly didn't like the physical touch.

"Do you mean Hinata? Yeah! He actually told me to meet up with Kenma." you said.

Kenma sighed. "Since Shoyo likes you... I guess I can try to like you too... I'm Kenma Kozume. You can just call me Kenma" Kenma said. "And I'm Tetsurou Kuroo, you could stick with us, " The dark-haired boy said. "Thanks, let's have a good year together, alright!" you beamed, happy you were able to introduce yourself to kind, friendly people. From that moment, they seemed like nice guys who'd introduce you to your grandma. Little did you know... They were capable of some much worse.

Masterlist

#yandere haikyuu #yandere x reader #kenma #haikyuu!!#yandere kuroo #yandere kenma #yandere kenma x reader #yandere kuroo x reader #yandere kenma x reader x kuroo #yandere haikyuu x reader #kenma x reader #kuroo x reader #haikyuu x reader

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mango-bango-bby · 1 year

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Hi Mango, how are you?Can you write Sugawara with a pregnant reader? I'm just wondering how he's going to act with his paternity fuss.I miss reading Sugwara reader posts 🥰 Sorry my native language is not english. I love you.

♡ Pregnancy ♡

(A/N: Wahhhhh I feel like it’s been so long since I’ve written anything for Haikyuu and it feels so nice to write for them again 💖 I hope you like because I’d love to more for Haikyuu!!!)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, domestic yandere, pregnancy, childbirth, AFAB!reader, children

Summary: Pregnancy headcanons with Sugawara! (Yan!Sugawara x AFAB!reader)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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♡ Sugawara really wanted a family with you. He had honestly been dreaming of having a family with you. He’d love a traditional family, although he would always put you before his wants. But when you told him that your period was late and that you wanted him to get you a pregnancy test. He was incredibly excited so he did get the test.

♡ You are either upset about being pregnant or you’re excited. Either way, Sugawara is very excited to start a family with you. If you’re upset, he’ll still comfort you but there doesn’t mean he’s not excited and won’t try explaining the positives to you. And if you’re excited, then he’s even happier! He hug you tightly but he’s already pulling back so he doesn’t hug you even though you’re barely showing.

♡ He gets very, very protective over you. And he isolates you even more. He just is so worried about you, there are so many things that could go wrong in pregnancy and there are so many complications that could happen. He takes you to the doctor a lot, even though he’s still protective of you, he still brings you to the doctor because he’s so nervous. He’s also scared for the baby for the same reasons.

♡ Sugawara reads up a lot of pregnancy and parenting so that he is fully prepared. He is at your beck and call honestly, he’s just so in love with you. He needs to make sure you’re comfortable and not stressed at anytime because it’s bad for you. Also definitely makes you food that you want because he doesn’t want you cooking because he sees as dangerous.

♡ He is already planning on spoiling the baby! He’s already spoiling you so much, he can’t wait to spoil the baby. He buys so many toys, play mats, clothes, everything! He just can’t wait, he’s very excited. Of course, he helps you decorate the nursery as well, whatever you like!

♡ Sugawara definitely brings you to a doctor. He’s very protective over you but he could not handle seeing you and you being in so much pain, so he definitely brings you to the hospital to give birth. He’s holding your hand the whole time, he is supporting you the whole time. He’s encouraging and definitely tells you how proud he is of you because you really are incredible.

♡ He lets you hold the baby first, then he holds them. He cries when he first holds them. Even when you all get home, Sugawara holds them while just relaxing with you. He ‘nurses’ you back to health, you just gave birth, he needs you to relax. So he takes care of you as well as taking care of the baby when you can’t.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

#yandere sugawara #yandere!suga #Yandere koshi #yandere sugawara x reader #yandere suga #yandere koshi x reader #yandere koshi #yandere haikyuu x reader #yandere haikyuu #domestic yandere

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chattemagique · 3 months

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what are you waiting for to make a sequel of yandere Tendou? Happy ending for our two darlings. 😝 or if you love tragedy. They can die together but who love sad endings? We all love happy endings but it's up to you. Whatever. I love your stories.

yan! Tendou part two >"< 🩵

author's note: anon, you have a patience of gold, thank you for the request tho! hope you enjoy this little drabble of mine

tw: suggestive, overall mentions of sex, body dysmorphia, kidnapping and escaping; female bodied reader;

all characters are 18+

I DO NOT CONDONE THIS TYPE OF BEHAVIOR IN REAL LIFE

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Crazy how the person you once hated the most became your savior in these harsh times.

He became the one to comfort you when no one would, the one to take care of you, to caress your cheek when you wake up in the morning, saying, "I love you". The one who was ready to devote his whole life for you.

The sun's rays made their way into the room, illuminating part of your face. He trusted you enough to allow you to be on the first floor.

Lovingly looking into his eyes with a drop of desperation, you softly muttered,

"baby.. let's fucking run away from this place.."

***

It was a year and a half, and somehow, to your surprise, he didn't disgust you that much no more. You even started to find him attractive again - his sharp canines that'd roughly bite into your juicy skin while you both were wriggling in the sheets.

His beautiful athletic body, that would carry you to the bath after another steamy love-making session, that would chase after you whenever his attention wasn't as sharp and you could slip through the doors of the house to escape him.

His pale skin, which had your left scratches on his back, that had your hickeys and bite marks.

His red hair you loved to grab on when his tongue was exploring your pussy or run through when you were laying together.

His smile when he was watching you doing anything.

His slightly curved upwards member, that has made you orgasm and grab onto his body so many times.

"Need me so much ~?" he muttered softly, nonchalantly hitting your G spot.

Somehow, this horror at the beginning has turned into a romantic story.

At the end of the day, maybe his intentions weren't that bad. Maybe you just misunderstood him.

He actually provided for you, took care of you, healed your self-esteem and body dysmorphia. He actually loved you.

It felt like you could live again.

What once was hated now has become a sudden blessing. You were so glad to be loved by him.

"I love you, I love you," you spell countless times.

Holding his face in both of your hands, giving soft smooches over his cheeks, forehead, and nose.

He looked at you as a happy puppy meeting his new owner of heart.

Only he was thinking the same about you.

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yanderelovee · 2 years

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👀Bokuto kidnapping you and being... almost sweet? Ur confused, but he takes that opportunity to rail you ;). -🍙

He's just so sweet isn't he? I hope I did him justice, took me a while to figure out how I wanted to write him. I didn’t want to go full smut but still enjoy!

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Yandere!Bokuto Kōtarō x Reader,

TW: Implied-Noncon, Kidnapping, Forced Relationship, Bondage, Forced drugging.

Home Sweet Home

The first thing you noticed when you woke up in a place you didn't recognize was the soft plush of the mattress under you. The hazy feeling surrounding your mind as it slowly began to clear.

Taking in the room that wasn’t yours. Trophies sat along a shelf, pictures on the wall of people you’ve never seen before. A high school volleyball team, the MSBY Black Jackals team right in the center, an old white and black jersey encased in a frame.

Fear gripped you tightly. Sitting up only to be pulled back down, noticing the coarse rope on your wrists. Another thing you didn’t notice until now was just how naked you were and the silk sheets did nothing to stop you from shivering.

“Oh!” You heard a happy chirp come from the bedroom door.

You knew him from somewhere, the gray and black spiked up hair, yellow eyes that seemed to always be on you. He was well built and tall, eyes sparkling from the moment they landed on you.

“I didn’t think you’d wake up so soon, Akaashi said it’d last a few hours,” looking at you and then away like a puppy trying not to beg. Licking his lips, “I won’t complain though.”

A big grin coming across his face as he sat down beside you. A hand too close to your side made you squirm a little out of the way. He didn’t seem to mind. “It’s been so hard to hold back, but you’re finally here with me!”

Seeing your confusion, he jumped up a little. “Oh! You probably don’t know who I am,” pouting at his honesty before turning back to you. “I’m Bokuto Kotaro, Wing-Spiker for MSBY Black Jackals.”

That’s how you knew him, this was the Bokuto Kotaro, you’ve seen him play during high school and now in professional league. You were just a fan, meet him a few times so why were you in, you could only assume in his bedroom.

“Why...” You found yourself whimpering.

He leaned closer, head tilted to the side. “Why? Oh, you mean the ropes? I didn’t want you to hurt yourself when you woke up.”

“No, why am I here Bokuto-san?”

Bokuto opened his arms wide, “because we are going to be living together from now on! Thats why, silly!”

Living together? You barely knew him!

“Please let me go.”

He pouted once more, a hand to his chin lost in thought. Discarding whatever his previous thought was or maybe it was just to much for him to think about. Either way, it didn’t matter.

The consequences of kidnapping and holding someone against their will, even he wouldn’t be spared jail time if people found out. Whether he was famous or not.

“No, I don’t think I will.” He stated, moving to straddle your hips. Making sure to not put as much weight on you, “you just don’t know it yet but we were meant to be! Even Akaashi says I focus much better when you are around, we’ve only met a few times but it’s fate! You are always seated where I can see you...”

You drowned out his voice focusing on the way his hands begun to trail across your sides up your chest and back down to a place you didn’t want him to touch. All the while he was talking, Bokuto took off his shirt showing off his well built physique.

Closing your eyes you let out a breath, finally tuning back into him hoping to bring him back from whatever fantasy he thought you would agree to willingly.

“...and don’t worry about anything, I know what I’m doing. Akaashi is already getting the paperwork done and then we can tell the whole world! Won’t that be fun, babe?”

“N-No it wouldn’t be.” You started to tremble, scared of what he plans. Judging by the way he was currently looking at you with lust blown eyes and a hard-on slowly rocking against your hips; you were an unwilling participant.

Bokuto didn’t know the meaning of personal space, cupping your tear-stained cheeks and pressed them together to stop your babbling. He knew you were confused, who wouldn’t be when they wake to their soul mate! “Why not?”

Why? Brows pushed together trying to push him off you with any amount of strength only succeeding in tiring yourself out more. “Because who would think it's fun to be married to their kidnapper?! You’re crazy! Let me go!”

Bokuto froze, you wouldn’t want to be married to him? Why? What could he do to change your mind? You just weren’t in the right state of mind, he could help you! You wouldn’t have to worry about a thing!

Shaking his head and got off you. For a second you breathed a sigh of relief, but the ropes weren’t loosening, nor were you given a shirt or any form of cover as Bokuto left you and came back with something in his hands.

“Akaashi said I should use this on you if you are difficult, I really didn’t want to!” Straddling you once more, popping the cork off the bottle. A pinkish liquid shined as it was tipped towards your lips. No chance to shut your mouth with his hand gripping your jaw and keeping it open. “Hey hey, be good! It’ll be good for the both of us and then, and then after we can discuss things once Akaashi comes back!”

Forcing, what you can only assume is an aphrodisiac, down your throat. Bokuto kept a steady hand on you, rubbing his thumb in circles on your hip. Eyes taking in everything: from the way your lip quivered to the sweat slowly beginning to trickle down your cheek to your pupils growing wide. Akaashi said it would work fast but he didn’t think that fast.

It was a good thing he was impatient when it came to you. Having knocked you out after a fan meeting, you were the last person and he couldn’t have been happier. Akaashi didn’t say much, only told him to be careful.

How could he be careful around you? You were just to sexy and he couldn’t keep his hands to himself any longer. He waited enough, yeah?

Rest his forehead against yours, slipping out of his boxers and taking in just how much you wanted this as well. You just needed a little push after all!

He cooed at you, kissing your cheek and then your lips taking it slow before devouring you in a heated kiss. You couldn’t deny he was a good kisser for an over-grown puppy, you didn’t know what you’d expect.

Pulling back to get air, he panted above you. Pressing the tip of his cock against you, rubbing up and down and licked his lips. “Can I?”

Of course he asked, not like he waited for you to answer.

#my writing #sorry took so long #yandere haikyuu #yandere haikyuu x reader #yandere bokuto kotaru #yandere bokuto #heed trigger tags please #tw: implied noncon #tw: kidnapping #tw: drugging #yandere bokuto kotaru x reader #yandere kotaru bokuto x reader #yandere x reader #yanderexreader

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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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random-yandere-fandom · 2 years

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May I request Tendou Satori and Meilodas with a s/o who does not care that he is a yandere but sets some ground rules like no kidnapping her but other than that they fine with it.

Wooohoooooo! My first Haikyuu request! I am thrilled! Hell yeah!

Also, I added Ban to this request since I’ve been itching to write for him for a while now. Hope you don’t mind, enjoy~

Yandere Tendou with a darling who sets ground rules

The moment you ask to speak with him he is nervous wreck, barely hiding apprehensiveness. The two of you haven’t been together for very long and you looked quite serious, it doesn’t take much for Tendou to assume the worst case scenario. He’ll try to joke about it, his fidgeting giving him away as he awaits your reaction. Surely you would glare at him now, disliking the fact that he would joke as you would break up with him. He sighs in relief when you instead give an amused smile, reassuring him that it’s nothing bad but something that still needs to be discussed.

You sit him down across from you and suddenly he feels as if he was about to be interrogated, your gaze fixed on him and gauging his reactions. Your former comfort is the only thing keeping him sane in that moment as he tries not to move around too much. You start the conversation with a clear statement that leaves him stunned. Explaining that you knew of his obsessive and even stalker habits you watch as he starts sputtering, his mind in overdrive as he tries to come up with an excuse. Before he can continue you stop him, explaining that while you were not particularly worried about his behavior you still wished to set a few ground rules. You go on to tell him that you have thought about which rules to set for a long time and that this relationship is important to you - he can’t help but blush as you do the same at admitting the sentiment so early in the relationship - which is why you decided to do this.

Tendou listens attentively while you recite each rule, thankful that you want to be with him despite his habits, adding a comment here and there, agreeing to each point you make. It’s noticeable that you put a lot of effort into this and he can’t help but feel blessed that you are working so hard to make this relationship strive. Though he does find some rules ridiculous, he would never kidnap you, even if he could see the advantages of such an action. Still, if you feel better with this he has no choice but to comply, that is the least he can do.

Once you are finished you smile, satisfied with this talk. As your boyfriend sits up he confesses how worried he was before wrapping his arms around you, hugging you tightly as he whispers a thanks for wanting to be with him despite everything. He is close to tears at that point, relief and happiness that you accept him almost overwhelming him.

From then on he can’t help but put you even more on a pedestal, admiring you and practically suffocating you with affection. He feels so much more relaxed now, even when he sometimes falls back into his insecurities, the reassurance that you love him so much and feel comfortable enough to openly communicate your boundaries pulls him right back up. He follows your rules, too, careful to always keep them in mind even if it is hard sometimes, the struggle is worth it.

Yandere Meliodas with a darling who sets ground rules

Setting some rules with him is not a choice but more of a necessity, this guy is possessive and protective to a fault and is not ashamed of it. He might hide it behind a cheerful attitude and apologize to you if he does anything he considers drastic but that has never stopped him from acting on his urges. You will need to talk to him as soon as you notice his behavior or otherwise you risk getting kidnapped and forced to travel with him.

He’ll don a neutral face when you start the conversation, expression unreadable as he listens to your demands while he contemplates how to answer. He’ll pretend to be embarrassed that you noticed his intentions but the facade isn’t hard to look through as he avoids agreeing with you. Gaze averting he chuckles nervously as you tell him to focus as this is important to you. It’s not his objective to upset you and so he slowly starts to refute some of the arguments, making sure to promise to comply to some of the rules to keep you calm.

Meliodas was planning to woo you, there is no question that this is not what he planned and expected to happen. Though he does feel relieved that you seem to accept him nonetheless, thankful that there is at least one good thing about this.

When he won’t outright agree with everything you keep pushing him, making his nonchalant smile disappear as he becomes serious, explaining that following these rules could even endanger you, the safest place for you to be is beside him and sometimes you would have to travel for that. Depending on when this is all taking place there is the option though that the Seven Deadly Sins are finally accepted in the kingdom again and so the topic of maybe settling down with you crosses his mind. He does not bring it up, not yet at least and changes the topic, distracting you in some way or another.

Meliodas is not planning to simply dismiss your feeling though and he even feels impressed that you are so open with him, glad that you trust him so much. He’ll try his best to follow your rules and you notice, the smile and small thank you each time convincing him that doing so is a good thing. However, there will be times that he judges that he simply has to break one or two rules and while regrettable he won’t hesitate to do so, apologizing afterwards and leaving you alone to cool off if you wish so, understanding that he upset you.

Yandere Ban with a darling who sets ground rules

Similar to Meliodas, setting some rules is a must with Ban, his possessiveness being almost insufferable and his protectiveness more often than not feeling overwhelming along with his clinginess making it hard to get stuff done. Sure there are times where he is off to fight but even then there is not much you can do. His controlling behavior stems from his worry for you though and it’s hard to say no to him with his damn smile.

When you set your boundaries he is seriously paying attention, head resting on his hand and his gaze set on you, patiently waiting for you to finish. He can’t help but crack a smile, finding it quite adorable and lovable that despite you telling him off for some stuff, you still make it clear that you love and appreciate him and that you only wish for him to tone it down a bit. Seeing as you are most likely travelling with him either way kidnapping is unnecessary but instead you ask him to give you some room to breathe along with thinking twice before harming some strangers just because they treated you in some way that Ban decided wasn’t polite enough.

The guy is very well aware that his demeanor up till now was anything but normal and that something like this was due some time. As such, he is already prepared to answer, grinning and asking you if you don’t like him being so affectionate in a teasing tone as he leans dangerously close, gleefully noting your bashful expression and you denying that claim before leaning back and turning serious. Above all else Ban wants you to be comfortable and safe around him and he takes it as a good sign that you are so honest with him, despite the slight annoyance that he might have to hold back a bit now.

He’ll agree to your terms, admitting that he actually expected you to address this sooner or later. There will be times that he won’t follow the rules however and he tells you so beforehand, yet promising that you and your opinion are important to him and that he will do his best. His whole body language and his expression will show how sincere he is, not breaking eye contact as he vows to take your request to heart.

After he has made sure that you are content he will drag you onto his lap, asking you to repeat the part where you confessed your undying love, his words, not yours, in a joking manner. Still, he will stay true to his word, however he can’t help but tease you a bit, seeing just how flustered he can get you. There will also be moments where you will actively have to remind him of his promise as you hold him back from assaulting a random person for running into you on accident, even if he would never admit that he is actually very much overplaying his reaction just to enjoy yours.

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liliawrizz · 1 year

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★ INK FACTORY ★ : WHO / WHAT I WRITE FOR

O1 . fandoms i write for;

- TBP (The Black Phone)

- Heathers

- Stranger Things

- Wednesday (Netflix series)

- Percy Jackson

- Twisted Wonderland

- Vocaloid

- Obey Me

- Haikyuu

- OHSHC (Ouran High School Host Club)

- Harry Potter

- Demon Slayer

O1 b . please lmk if you want any fandoms added! id love to get into something new <3

O2 . who i write for; (check this post)

TBP - (everyone will be aged up to 18+)

Heathers - (everyone will be aged up to 18+)

Stranger Things - (everyone will be aged up to 18+)

Wednesday - (everyone will be aged up to 18+)

Percy Jackson - (everyone will be aged up to 18+)

Twisted Wonderland - (everyone will be aged up to 18+)

Vocaloid - (everyone will be aged up to 18+)

Obey Me - (everyone will be aged up to 18+)

Haikyuu - (everyone will be aged up to 18+)

OHSHC - (everyone will be aged up to 18+)

Harry Potter - (everyone will be aged up to 18+)

Demon Slayer - (everyone will be aged up to 18+)

i’m only writing for the males 👍

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yandere-romanticaa · 5 months

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I need some Yandere Bokuto and Yandere Akaashi! Maybe together because of the friendship bokuto and akaashi have if thats alright (If not then do it seperate)

This would be one of the most functional pairs to have, even despite their stark and clashing personalities.

You most likely met them in highschool and it was a blast to be around them. Albeit, a bit intense at times. Bokuto was incredibly difficult to keep up with, especially if you're on the more introverted side. He wants you to attend absolutely every single game he and Akaashi are in, he's not even against you coming to practice either! Please do just that, it boosts him so much!

Even if he does get distracted by your smile sometimes but who cares! He certainly does not!

Bokuto is like a whirlwind storm - you never know when to expect him but you know that once he steps close there will be nothing but chaos. He's fun, kind. Gentle even. He tries to be, for you. He can be oblivious towards your feelings sometimes but he always has your best interests at heart.

He would never forgive himself if something happened to you.

Bokuto is needy, incredibly so. If he's not holding or kissing you 24/7 then what's even the point? You give him energy, your mere presence gives him drive and confidence like nothing else. Soon enough his presence starts to become suffocating. He is so deeply intertwined in your life, like sticky glue which you can't shake off no matter how hard you try. He managed to force his way into every possible crevice inside your life and he is always aware of what he's doing. His perfectionist nature commands him to do so.

However, if Bokuto is the powerful storm itself, Akaashi is the calm before the storm.

He lurks. Constantly.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, depends who you're asking) there are times when Bokuto can't be with you no matter how badly he wants to be. Akaashi becomes something of a second shadow of yours, constantly tailing after you, taking care of you in the most subtle yet gentle ways. He offers you water regularly, he has you wear his warm jacket on warm days and he regularly chastises you if you think of doing something stupid. He's not completely sweet to you though, his dry personality does not allow for that.

Akaashi throws all sorts of remarks your way but they're never hurtful. Bokuto is usually the victim for his quick witted jabs, but, when he says them to you they're just. Different. They're laced with affection and playfulness but his stoic face masks the true meaning behind his words. He keeps tabs on you in any way he can and Bokuto quickly catches on to this.

They don't have a proper discussion about the situation they're in. The two just come to a silent agreement that they will share you. They already know each other well and their trust cannot be shaken. Neither one is against sharing you with the other.

There are times when you are a fun trio of idiots, simply living life. You have dinner and goof off. Bokuto makes you laugh and Akaashi feeds you fresh food from the table. Bokuto has an iron clad grip on your waist while Akaashi blocks your exit. Despite the lighthearted atmosphere, there's a thick layer of tension in the air. They smile, but it's not reaching their eyes.

Could they be hiding something?

You are paranoid, you rationalize. What could these two clowns have something to hide?

Time passes, you're all still as thick as thieves. Bokuto has become a professional volleyball player and Akaashi became a manga editor. Due to his strict schedule, Bokuto can't see you as often as he'd like... Which is all day, every day. At least in highschool he had the excuse of classes but now?

He's got nothing!

That's where his good old pal Akaashi comes in.

He sends Bokuto photos daily. The duo have countless folders dedicated to you, all of which have different themes and aesthetics. Akasshi sneaks in as many as he can and you won't ever catch him in the act.

He has years of experience snapping photos of you in every way imaginable. If you ever had the misfortune of looking into his computer files, he'd go to jail for life.

Despite their hectic schedules, both of them manage to keep a tight leash on you. Bokuto is quick to make work of anyone who has any sort of romantic inkling towards you, unless Akaashi tears into them first with his sharp tongue.

Neither option is safe. If you're on the receiving end of either, you will be left in a puddle of your own tears. Perhaps even blood.

You cry and complain to them - why have all your friends left you? Was there something wrong with you? Why was no one looking at you, what sort of defect did you have?

Akaashi's shirt is soaked in your bitter tears as he has his hands on your shoulders while Bokuto sits behind you, his chest pressed straight against your back. He is doing everything he can to not pounce on you right there and then but he knows better - patience is key. Pity he lacks that quality.

Luckily for him though, Akaashi has it in spades.

And they sit there with you on the sofa, the soft pitter patter of the rain hitting the window as you sob your heart out towards your two closest friends, oblivious to all of the things that they have done. You don't know how many people Bokuto had to beat up in order to get you where you are. You don't know how many people Akaashi had to scare the living crap out of in order to have you in his arms.

Bokuto gently blows in your ear, most likely in a teasing manner. You look up and in your shaky gaze are met with Akaashi's hungry stare, his dark eyes boring so deep into your own that you feel as though he could swallow you whole. A pair of powerful arms wrap themselves around your waist, securing you in place as Bokuto places his lips on your neck. He nibbles on the soft flesh as Akaashi leans in and steals the kiss he had dreamed about all those years ago.

Finally, they have you. No one is coming for you, they made sure of it. You don't need anyone anymore. They are your world from this point onwards.

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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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thefiery-phoenix · 7 months

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YANDERE HINATA SHOYO HEADCANONS

Hinata would meet you in middle school when he barely had any experiences of volleyball. He overheard some people saying how you played like a pro and he wanted to see if it was true and he attended one of your games. He instantly realized you played like an ace and you TOTALLY deserved to be called a pro in volleyball and he saw how confident and daring and outgoing your personality was. He saw you like some sort of fiery goddess and he admired you

Later on, with a bright and big cheery smile on his face, he asked you if you could maybe show him how you played volleyball so he could try learning from you to which you happily agreed to show your moves. Soon, he had a game against Kitagawa Daiichi and he was HELLA shocked when he found out that you were rooting for Kageyama

After the game was done, (Kitagawa Daiichi won, sorry Hinata), he saw you and Kageyama laughing at something which literally just made his blood boil in anger and rage. He most DEFINITELY LOATHES and HATES Kageyama even MORE now

In high school, you become the manager of the Karasuno volleyball team to Hinata's immense satisfaction but to his disgust, he literally hates that Kageyama is in Karusuno as well

This boi is extreme when it comes to you. He's either shy or intense around you and sometimes, he either acts like a lovestruck puppy, always clinging onto you and following you around or he acts like a middle school guy who just got his first crush

When it comes to rivals, I can't really see Hinata actually killing someone but he does like playing little pranks and tricks on the people he thinks who are trying to steal you away from him. But when he flies into a rage, oh boy... there's no stopping him and I have a feeling Yandere Deku and Yandere Hinata would get along PERFECTLY well with each other. If they actually MEET each other, they might have some killing spree contests for their darlings

Hinata would always treat you like a goddess and will NEVER EVER mistreat you. HECK, this dude won't even raise his voice at you

He is a VERY VERY DELUSIONAL ASF Yandere. He thinks whatever he's doing is good for you and for your safety. He will baby proof where he kidnapped you and is keeping you so that you won't injure yourself. Not even a plastic butter knife will be available in sight. He most CERTAINLY will NOT allow for you to reach for things that are really high, ESPECIALLY if you're standing on a stool or something. What if you trip and fall? You could get SERIOUSLY hurt and you might crack your skull! Don't worry, Hinata is there to take care of everything for you, all you have to do is just sit back and relax and not worry your pretty little head about anything

He will understand that when he kidnapped you, you'd be sad and upset but he'll calm you down and assure himself that this is just a lover's spat and every couple goes through rough times and patches like these but you two will make up eventually and you'll learn to fall in love with him or he will MAKE you. As much as it breaks his little heart to see you cry and sob, he'll give you time to adjust to your new life

As long as he has you by his side, everything's possible for this tangerine and he really wouldn't mind adding a little one to the mix since he's always wanted a family with you

He is a VERY JEALOUS bby. If he sees anyone talking to you, he'll just drag you off away from them or stare creepily and silently at that person till they're creeped out by Hinata's death glare

He will try to learn EACH and EVERYTHING about your personality, like you likes and dislikes, your daily routine, what books you like reading, where you like to hang out and he keeps a check on those so called ''friends'' of yours and they literally irk him till no ends. Why do you need THOSE morons when you have HIM!? THEY would never love you as much as he does and he feels they're stealing you away from him and that's why he's going to try distancing them from you. Pretty soon your poor friends will be avoiding you like the Corona but don't worry, Hinata's there to comfort you and be your shoulder to cry on

Is the type of yandere who will leave love letters for you in your locker and wherever you go. Along with some little gifts of course

When you act up or when you drive him over the edge, he'll just take a deep breath and sigh and stare at you for a couple of seconds with a blank expression and then he'll walk out of the room to cool off and to give you space. He will NEVER hurt you, that thought never occurred to him, not even in his nightmares. Should you try to escape from him, well.... things won't be good for you, that's all I can say. He'll have to lock you up in a room but don't worry, you'll still have your favorite things and cuddles from time to time after punishment is done

After your punishment, he'll tell you he had to punish you for your own good and gently stroke your hair and caress your cheeks lovingly and hold you in his strong arms and he'll be breathing down your neck and clinging onto you like the shrimpy version of a koala

You can use his childishness and his love for you to help you escape but you'll have to be on your guard and alert and say the right things at the right time. Though Hinata might be a gullible yandere who's ready to do anything and everything for you, don't forget: He can recognize manipulation in a person's voice if you aren't careful. He'll be really hurt if he fins out you're manipulating him and gaining back his trust will take a REALLY long time

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ramhaiba · 9 days

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𝖯𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 (𝖸𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖠𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗎 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋)

𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝑒, 𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃𝑔𝑒

a/n: this is a rewrite of one of my old (and incomplete...) stories! the original

chapter contains: blackmail, kita x reader (side) series contains: college au, sexual themes, violence, kidnapping, tea

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

You hated Atsumu Miya since your freshman year of high school. You don’t think you can name one good thing about him. From his annoying voice to his stuck-up personality, you hated it all.

It wasn’t like he was your biggest fan either- you still remember his dramatic reaction when he found out you’d be going to the same college as him.

To quote him,

“Jesus Christ- you obsessed with me or something? Gotta follow me all the way to college too”

You can barely believe that you used to be his friend before high school, sharing some of your best childhood memories with the former nice boy.

Now, he’s just a scumbag who likes to go out of his way to make you miserable.

But yesterday, was the last straw…

Everyone knew you had a crush on Kita…well- everyone but Kita.

And Valentine's Day was the day you were gonna man up and finally make a move. You spent all night making chocolates for him…which turned out well- it was edible at least!

You knew that there was a big possibility that you’d mess up on your words if you verbally tried to confess to him, that’s why you settled for a love letter. You spent hours trying to write that one-page letter. There are at least twenty crumbled-up failed attempts of you trying to write a love letter. However, you settle for the best one, keeping it safely in your pocket.

Unfortunately, on the day of Valentine's Day- you had a class with Atsumu Miya. At least you also shared that class with a good friend of yours- Usagi.

You loved that girl but she was one of the girls who fanned over Atsumu. She probably gave one of the hundred Valentine’s chocolates that lay on Atsumu’s desk.

You walked over to your desk, trying to ignore Atsumu’s bragging about all the love letters he’s received. You settle the chocolates that you made for Kita on your desk, praying that they won’t melt before you give them to him.

“Holy shit what’s that?” Atsumu asked, voice annoying as always, propping his hands on your desk, and leaning over.

“None of your business” you responded, trying to move the chocolates away from him.

“She’s going confess to Kita!” Usagi spoke up, the chance to talk to Atsumu being too exciting for her to remain quiet.

“Usagi!” you yelled, turning your head to look at the embarrassed girl. “S-sorry it just came out” she mumbled.

Your attention fell back to Atsumu as you heard him laugh.

“Oh man- I feel so bad for Kita, he’s going to have the ugliest girl on campus confess to him? Talk about social embarrassment am I right?” Atsumu teased, wiping away a tear from laughter.

“Fuck off for once, Atsumu” you scoffed. Atsumu paused his laughter, eyes narrowing as he looked at your pockets. “What you got in there?” he questioned.

“Nothing that concerns you” you replied, shoving your hands into your pockets, probably crumbling the love letter.

“Well good luck on your little confession, Y/n. You’re gonna need it” Atsumu commented, a sinister smile on his lips as he walked away.

God- what was he planning?

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During lunch, you were walking to your usual table, holding your tray of food in your hand. Just in a few hours, you’ll be confessing to Kita and god you’re nervous. You keep repeating the same phrase in your head,

The worst thing that can happen is that he says no.

The worst thing that can happen is that he sa-

Suddenly, you felt a strong force bump into you, almost everything that was peacefully lying on your tray spilling onto your shirt, hissing in the uncomfortable feeling of your drink drenching your shirt. You looked up to see that Atsumu was the one responsible for the mess.

“Asshole, watch where you’re going” you huffed, trying to wipe away the food on your shirt.

“Wow, I am just so sorry, Y/n” Atsumu commented, giving you a passive-aggressive smile as he tried to help you clean off your shirt.

“God- I hate you” you replied, slapping his hand away as you stormed away.

Thank god, your dorm wasn’t too far away- however, you did miss your next class because of your sudden need to change your shirt and shower.

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The clock struck three- it was finally volleyball practice..AKA the time that you’d be confessing your feelings. You stood in front of the gymnasium, chocolates in one hand, the other reaching into your pocket for the letter

Wh-where is it?

You panicked feeling your empty pocket. Then you heard Atsumu’s voice in the gymnasium, causing you to slowly open the door, and take a peak.

“Kita, I’m not sure where to start with this letter. There are just so many things I feel for you. Every time I learn more about you- you just manage to make me fall deeper for you. I just get so nervous when I’m around you but excited at the same time. Is this what love is? And I really hope somewhere in your heart you-

Jesus Christ! this is the comedic goal” Atsumu burst into laughter, holding a letter in his hand that he seemed to be reciting. You felt your heart stop, your blood going cold as you listened to all the laughter in the gym.

Everyone was laughing at you stupid- stupid letter, well...everyone but Kita.

“Who wrote the letter?” you heard Suna asked Atsumu.

Atsumu looked around the gym, finally making eye contact with you through the gap between the door,

“Oh, don’t worry ‘bout that, it’s ain't anyone important” Atsumu responded, a smile across his face as he crumbled the paper before throwing it into a trash can.

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You ran- you ran all the way back to your dorm room, the tears in your eyes making it hard to see as you crashed on your bed, cursing out Atsumu through the pillow shoved in your face.

The chocolates you made for Kita were crushed and thrown out in your trash can.

It wasn’t long til your sadness morphed into fiery unstoppable rage.

You needed revenge- so you came up with the perfect plan.

Unlike most students on campus, Atsumu and Osamu lived in a house nearby- god they were lucky to have rich parents.

You showed up in front of their house night- it was so late at night that the whole neighborhood was silent. In your hands was a crowbar-

You thought to yourself, holy fuck this is crazy. But you were so fucking exhausted from all the harassment Atsumu has given to you for years. You had to do this. So you sneaked into their garage, prying it open with a crowbar.

You knew there was only one thing that Atsumu loved almost as much as he loved himself.

That damn stupid orange car he got for his birthday.

You remember the countless times when he would drive that expensive car around your house his deafening trashy music blasting from his car. The painful memories of the gas from his car would blow into your face and give you a nasty cough.

You shoved your hands into your pockets, taking out your silver key to your dorm room.

You hovered your key in front of the door of his car, hands shaking.

“Fuck it” you mumbled, dragging your key across the orange vehicle, leaving a white line on the paint.

It made your anger and sadness disappear…for a second.

You were painting his car with the scratches done by your trustworthy key for at least ten minutes, getting lost in high of your revenge.

The sound of footsteps descending downstairs interrupted your high, causing you to dash out of the garage, slamming the door behind you, hiding behind a tree as you heard

"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY BABY"

Atsumu’s response causes you to laugh back home. Who cares about forgiveness? Revenge is truly the best feeling in the world.

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You were discussing yesterday’s event with Usagi- you told her almost everything besides… your very illegal form of revenge.

“My beloved, Atsumu did what?” she cried in disbelief. “You mean that monster, Atsumu?” you corrected her.

“I’m sorry that happened, are you okay?” she asked. “Oh, I am “ you replied, smiling while thinking of the event from last night.

“Y/n.”

You turned your head, expecting Atsumu who came to annoy you…instead, it was Kita. “I’m sorry if you’re busy but may I talk to you for a moment?” Kita politely asked. You glanced back at an eager Usagi who was waving you off to shut up and go with him.

“Y-yeah, sure” you replied to Kita.

Kita held your hand as he led you to a more secluded part of campus, unaware that you were screaming in your head at the gesture.

“What did you want to talk to me about?” you asked, praying to god he didn’t find out it was you to write that embarrassing letter.

“Well, I didn’t see you yesterday. So I didn’t have the opportunity to give you this” Kita responded, opening his bookbag, gently taking out a piece of chocolate wrapped in a pink transparent bag.

I-is this what you think it is? Is this a confessio-

“Y/n, I wanted to tell you that-”Kita said, snapping you out of your flustered thoughts.

“Oh, Y/n, I found you!” Atsumu sang, waving his hand as he ran up to you. You cringed at the feeling of Atsumu wrapping his arm around your shoulder, “Kita, I need to steal sweet Y/n for a moment. It’s important” Atsumu confessed.

“If it’s important then I suppose it’d be selfish for me to say no” Kita responded. “Great, she will be back in a flash” Atsumu beamed, tugging you away to a different section of campus.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Couldn’t you see I was busy” you huffed.

“There is nothing more important than spending time with me” Atsumu replied. “You’re such a narcissist” you insulted.

“And you, sweetheart, are a car wrecker,” Atsumu remarked, stepping closer to you with every word, arms crossed to emphasize his biceps.

“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about” You laughed in disbelief, trying to act dumb.

“Ain’t I the luckiest man in the world to have security cameras?” Atsumu confessed, a smile on his lips as he waved his phone, a video of you committing the crime on the screen.

Fuck-fuck- Fuck you’re so screwed. You’re going to get charged with trespassing and Destruction of property. You’re so going to get kicked out of school.

“W-why haven’t you shown this to the police already” you stuttered, voice cracking, hands shaking at your side.

“I wanted to give ya a better option” Atsumu hummed. “What are you trying to say” you replied.

“You’re going to be my sweet girlfriend for a month”

“What? You’re not serious. You hate me like I hate you” you scoffed in disbelief. “Are you going to question me or be a smart girl and take what I’m offering?” Atsumu uttered, leaning over to your ear, his breath heating your neck.

“Only for a month?” you repeated, hands forming a fist to your side, sucking up your pride.

“Only for a month” Atsumu confirmed, pulling away to show you his smile. “Fine” you huffed.

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You walked back to Kita, still shaken up from what had just occurred. “Y/n, are you okay? You look worried” Kita questioned, reaching over to hold your hand in his.

“Yeah, I’m fine. You wanted to tell me something?” you laughed away his concerns. Kita adverted his eyes, a faint red appearing on his cheeks as his lips turned into a subtle smile,

“I just wanted to know if you had feelings for me…because I admire you. I want to be with you. If you’ll allow me to” Kita confesses, finally having the courage to look back at you.

You couldn’t believe it, your heart was about to bounce out of your chest until you saw the demon- Atsumu Miya behind Kita,

“Reject him. “ he mouthed.

Why couldn’t Kita confess next month?

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