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sophiria · 7 months
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are you mine?
pairing: MSBY!Atsumu x fem!Reader cw: 18+, explicit sexual content, soft yanderish Atsumu, mentions of babytrapping, manipulative thoughts words: just a bit over 800
"Yer too much on that phone this morning," Atsumu said, nibbling at your earlobe while thrusting languidly inside you, his chest pressing against your back. "Ya should focus more on the moment."
You placed the smartphone on the nightstand. "I have to be available for the university project—ahh!" You gasped as Atsumu snapped his hips faster, holding your leg from under the knee. "Fuck—Atsumu, please."
He tilted your body slightly, and his free hand went to your clit. "What is it?" Atsumu half-whispered in your ear as he softly teased your sweet spot with his fingers. "Speak up, baby. I want to hear ya."
Heat spread under your skin as your clit throbbed under his touch. "Atsumu, I—I need to come," you breathed out, and your body shuddered as his cock hit that spot inside you. "God, please—I need it."
Atsumu began drawing circles on your clit while pounding into you, and a choked sob left your lips as your walls fluttered around his cock. He groaned as your cunt squeezed him, and his rhythm turned erratic as he chased his climax. "Fuck, I'm gonna come inside ya baby," he panted, his hot breath on your ear. "Yer clenching around me so tight—fuck!" His hips stuttered, and his thighs tensed before he spilled himself inside you. "Ah—fuck—baby." 
You moaned at the sensation of his warm cum filling you up, and shaky breaths left his lips as your pussy milked every last drop of his seed.
Atsumu wrapped his arms around your waist, snuggling you up to him. "Ya never let me wear a condom with ya," he said, a playful edge in his tone as he tried to even out his breathing. "Are ya tryin' to babytrap me?"
You let out a small laugh. "You know I'm on birth control," you reminded Atsumu. "You get tested often, and we're exclusive, so why not indulge in the thrill just a bit?"
He hummed at your words and then went quiet. Indeed, Atsumu thought, why not indulge...
"You should come to see me play," Atsumu said after a few minutes of silence. "Ya haven't done that ever since we started sleepin' together."
You tilted your head and upper body toward your lover. "That's because I prefer watching basketball," you told him half-jokingly. "But I will stop by sometimes, I promise."
Atsumu stared at you. "But ya prefer this volleyball player to any other sports player, right?" he asked you rhetorically, his gaze turning unreadable. "I can be very competitive, ya know that."
You lightly tapped his cheek. "Exclusive means I only sleep with you, Atsumu. So yes, of course I'm choosing you over them."
He smiled at your words, and you returned to your previous position, eager to relax before getting ready for the day ahead.
Atsumu nuzzled the crown of your head, then his eyes narrowed as he started thinking. For how long was he going to be your dirty little secret? Not that he minded not having the paparazzi on his tail, but the arrangement you two had won't do for him much longer. No, and he had to find a way to keep you for himself.
"Are ya trying to baby-trap me?"
His eyes widened. Of course, having a baby with him would guarantee your presence in his life...
But it would be a bit of a scandal, wouldn't it?
Atsumu could already picture what they'd write about the MSBY's star setter having a child out of wedlock with a college student, not to mention that once your name got out, they'd quickly find out that you also happen to be the Basketball Association's president's daughter and that a friend of your family just so happens to be a conglomerate heir and an NBA star. And your scandalous behavior would no doubt spell trouble for the people in your circle. You could be thrown to the wolves...
Atsumu heaved a sigh, but then the corners of his lips upturned in a smirk. He'd be there, taking care of you and your child. He'd move you into his apartment and probably ask you to marry him sometime later on. And maybe he'll listen to Kita-san and buy a farm somewhere in the prefecture...
"Atsumu," your teasing voice pulled him out of his reverie. "You're still inside me."
He placed a hand under your chin, angling your face towards his. "I like to be inside ya after sex," he murmured, brushing his lips against yours. "Makes me feel warm and sated."
Your lips parted against his, and Atsumu caught your mouth in a slow yet hungry kiss. One of his hands went to your stomach, and he rested his palm on your tummy. You sighed into his mouth and then turned your body towards him to wrap your arms around his neck. He smiled into the kiss, and his eyes glinted knowingly as he peered at you through a half-lidded gaze.
Yes, Atsumu thought, he'll take care of you, and you will not need anyone else but him.
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bettermiya · 1 year
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Rituals
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Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader
Continuation of Through the Wall.
WC: 631 words.
Triggers: Kidnapping, Bondage, Non-Con Touching, Stockholm Syndrome / Yandere adjacent. MDNI.
Summary: You're too tired to fight back. Horror!AU. The Boy!AU.
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7:00 PM - DINNER
He unshackles your wrists from the headboard and props you up on pillows. Your dinner is always on an antique tea tray, usually arranged on mismatched, chipped china. The utensils and plates are always very clean. He likes to feed you himself, even though your hands are free. He will cut your meat into perfect little squares and spear them with the tines of the fork before bringing it to his painted lips and blowing despite keeping the mask on. You never see him with it off.  He offers you the bite of food, and you take it.
Like the mother of a small child, he watches you chew dutifully and waits until you swallow before he gets you another bite. He makes sure each bite has a bit of sauce or gravy, if there is any. If you ask very nicely, he will let you cut your own food and feed yourself, but he watches closely from where he sits on the edge of the bed, right beside you. He fidgets with the hem of his shirt and wrings his hands and picks at his nails. He doesn’t like being so still with you so close to him.
He has his own plate of food, but he does not touch it until you have finished eating. When it is his turn, he cuts his meat or spins his noodles, but he only mimes the gestures of eating. He brings each bite to his mask and stops it an inch away from the painted mouth, making quiet eating sounds into the mask. He pretends to swallow. After a few moments, he will rub his stomach and put your empty plate beneath his full one and carry them to the small table in the corner of the room farthest from you.
He comes back and repositions your pillows. He lays you back down and fits your wrists back into their soft, leather shackles. Grabbing the pile of blankets, he tucks you in and presses the smooth wood of the mask to your forehead in a kiss goodnight. On nights when he is in good spirits, he will read to you in a low, scratchy voice half muffled behind the mask. The books are mostly children’s books, but if you ask nicely, he will bring books from the house’s vast library. Sometimes he asks you to read those books to him.
On nights when he is in bad spirits, he often paces like an agitated, caged animal. Back and forth. Back and forth. Across the little room where you now live. Sometimes, he simply lays beside you and pets you. His big, strong hands stroke your cheek; his calloused thumb trails gently down the bridge of your nose until your eyelids get heavy and fluttery; he rubs circles across your stomach. When he thinks you’re sleeping, he will move away to the table in the corner where he put his dinner. If you pretend to sleep and watch through slitted eyes, you can watch him remove the mask.
It is hard to make out his features in the heavy shadows at the edges of the room. Sometimes in the flickering candle light, you can see glimpses of his strong jaw, strange raised scars across his cheeks and mouth and eyes.  If you are very quiet and still, you can watch him eat his meal. He eats slowly and deliberately.  When he is finished- or if he notices you are awake- he puts his mask back on and goes to your bed.
He climbs in beside you, drapes an arm over your middle and tucks your head under his chin. He stays there all night. Sometimes he hums. Sometimes he mumbles. Sometimes he quietly snores.
He does not leave until you are fully awake.
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toji-bunny-girl · 1 year
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ANON requested: Reader with a yandere + clingy hinata
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Possessive, jealous and clingy was never a good combination. And unfortunately for you, Hinate Shoyo, bearing all the worst traits, fell in love with you; perhaps his feelings even deeper than the word ‘love’.
It was love—obsession at first sight. You’ve got his heart pounding against his ribcage, tearing pain all over his chest the moment he saw you, so beautiful, radiant than any stars. That was when he swore he had to have you, an angel all for himself.
No one really thought of anything else other than Shoyo being himself whenever he’s clinging onto you; maybe he was a little too friendly to you but wasn’t it because he saw you as his best friend?
You’re always desperately laughing off the way he’s breathing too close for your ease, touching too much for your comfort and acting too much as if he was…your boyfriend. You did try to tell him to keep a little distance between the two of you, but he simply assured you you’re only friends, all while his arms were hugging tight around yours.
It would be unsettling sometimes with the way he would stare at people he thought was going to steal you away from him, orbs glaring at them as if they were his prey and he was their predator; ready to end them in a second.
Lovesick Shoyo gives no privacy nor freedom for you, whisking them away the second you welcomed him into your life. And it would be impossible to ever make him leave you alone, even if he’s dead. After all, he’ll haunt you as a ghost if he had to.
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terushimooo · 1 year
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aloe vera and tsukki 😁🤭🤣⛷️🥳🥳🥳
ALOE VERA
What's something (mundane) you really want to experience in life?
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Tsukishima x f!Reader
t/w: implied murder of secondary character, blood, implied abduction, yandere, stalker tsukki, unedited
a/n: this is dedicated to a special bug in my life <3. I hope you like it! I am very much praying it was bug™️ who sent me this ask, and if not I’m so sorry I called you a bug… fbdshbfhjbfhjdsbjh
w/c: 584
Prompts can be found HERE! Send an ask! 2 spots left!
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Tsukishima is like black licorice: salty, bitter, and definitely not for everyone. 
When asked to describe their classmate; students often label him as arrogant, rude, smug… Antagonistic even. 
But the most commonly flaunted word, worn proudly by the blond himself, is the name of bully.
It took years for Tsukishima to build up his walls, to carefully lay his foundation, weatherproofing, and countless layers of brick and mortar. It’s gotten to the point where even the sun is blocked by this metaphorical wall’s looming presence. And yet, underneath that fickle facade is a man who sees himself as inferior—a being riddled with insecurity and uncertainty. 
All it would take for his walls to crumble is a gentle caress, the soothing of kind words and encouragement, the touch of fate—all he needed was someone to give him a chance… 
But just as life would so often have it, instead of a chance, Tsukishima was given a challenge.
How different his life would’ve been if he had only met you sooner. 
If only you’d remembered, if only you hadn’t abandoned your oldest, most dear childhood friend. 
Tsukki’s never asked for much. 
Not truly. 
He doesn’t have some grand bucket list. He isn’t asking a genie for unlimited wishes or billions of dollars! Instead, all Tsukishima really wants, what he wishes for the most, more than anything in the entire world, is mundanity itself. But only if that mundanity includes you.
All he wants is a quiet life, a quiet year, a quiet moment—hell!—even a quiet second, if only it be beside you, his best friend. 
His true love. 
But how could he have that when you’ve forgotten who you are to him? When you cling to the pariah he’s forced to call his coach? How can Tsukki ever forgive you when he sees you loyally and continuously packing his coach’s lunches, when he sees you acting like a falsity, like the dutiful wife you supposedly are—not the whore he now knows lives beneath your skin.
But what irks Tsukki the most is when he sees the glint of ownership, the taunting scrap of metal you like to call a wedding band sticking tightly around your finger.
As Tsukki stands under the waning moon of a cool autumn night, a dented aluminum bat hanging heavily in his hand, he can’t help but think that this is all your fault. 
You made him do this.
And yet, he doesn’t feel anger. And he certainly doesn’t feel regret. His coach, now laying cold and lifeless at his feet, he got what he deserved. There’s no contesting that. 
No, all Tsukishima feels is a sense of narcissistic sadness. 
Sadness for the man he was, for who he could have been, and for who will never come to be. 
In Tsukishima’s mind, all of this—a whole lifetime's worth of suffering—all of this was leading him to this moment, to the moment he finally gets to take you in his arms (albeit unconscious from head trauma) and back to the home he’s so carefully prepared for you.
A frown plasters his face as Tsukishima takes in your appearance, as he takes note of the deep and oozing wound on your forehead, the one he placed there only moments prior. But fear not, Tsukishima thinks to himself in an effort to ease any guilt he’s been repressing, solely from the mere thought of hurting you, his most precious darling. It’s nothing that can’t be fixed with a regular dab of aloe vera… 
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milaisreading · 1 year
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PART 1
Yandere!MSBY 4 x Kageyama Twin!Reader Side couple: Komori Motoya x Reader
Warnings: Yandere behavior, possessive and obsessive behavior. Manga spoilers. Takes place during the Nationals and post timeskip. Minors don't interact!!! I made the reader 176 cm tall here, btw.
Part 2:
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"Woohooo! Nice kill,Suna-san!" (Y/n) cheered along with the crowd, trying to be as loud as possible. Due to her busy schedule with Uni, she didn't have a lot of free time to watch Raijin's games in real life, so when she did have those opportunities, she used them to the fullest. Suna and Komori, hearing her familiar voice, turned and sent her a grin, along with Watari, who just waved at her. 'Amazing... They already won the 1st set, and only 5 more points are needed to finish this one!' (Y/n) blushed in excitement as she kept watching her boyfriend's team, not noticing four pairs of eyes watching her every move.
Hinata was having a great day, he really was. He woke up feeling refreshed, went to train with the rest of the MSBY, and later on they drove to Shizuoka City for their match against one of their long time rival team.Everything was ok for the professional player, until he saw the youngest Kageyama walking down the hallway of the gymnasium.Now, Hinata did like and enjoy (Y/n)'s company, he has been in love with her since before they entered Karasuno. And the moment he saw her, he wanted to run up to the taller woman and hug her, confess the feelings he never had the chance to.
But what made him stop was nobody other than Komori run up to her, kissing her cheek as soon as he reached her side.Hinata would have found the display of affection cute, if it wasn't for the fact that it was between (Y/n) and that libero. The rage and bitterness was slowly taking over his body as he watched the unsuspecting couple.
The orange haired man was aware of them dating. Heck it all went down in their final year at Karasuno, and magazines in Japan and even some in Brasil were fawning over how cute they were, once they found this out.No matter what Hinata did, he couldn't escape it, and the sadness he felt over time became something dark. Something twisted...something nobody would dare to call love...well except for him and 3 of his other teammates.
He will forever remember the rage and betrayal he felt when he found out about them.
Hinata remembered the day he met (Y/n) very clearly. It was the day he made a long term frenemy with her brother. He remembered how kind and sweet she was to him when he promised Tobio he would defeat him on court. Hinata was flabbergasted when he found out the tall beauty was not only the king's twin, but also went to the same high school as he did. Ever since he joined the club as the middle blocker, and (Y/n) as their manager, he went above and beyond to prove how good he was. Which pissed her brother off at times, since Hinata would jump at random moments and not watch where the ball would fly. (Y/n) would of course try and calm them both down, so that they can focus back on either training or on a match.
It was during the Nationals in their 1st year that Hinata felt threatened. Sure, he did see other boys from their school and other schools try to approach (Y/n), but their advances were either ignored, or Tobio would shoo them away with a glare. But this time was different, not only did Tobio greet the newcomer so openly, but (Y/n) also was more talkative than she usually was with strangers. That day, Hinata came across the boy who would cause him so much pain and anguish for years to come.
"Hinata, maybe you should slow down with the food? Nobody will steal it from you, and your stomach will hurt." (Y/n) warned the shorter boy, who kept showing the onigiri into his mouth.
"I am really hungry and nervous! I can't help it! This match against Nekoma that is coming up is making me nervous." Hinata whined. (Y/n) smiled softly at the boy and patted his head, causing Hinata to smile at the affection he was receiving.
"You worry too much. Tobio, you and the rest of the team prepared for so long, there is no way you will lose. Believe in yourself a little more." (Y/n) said softly, shortly after returning back to her own food.
Hinata sighed, blushing brightly as he looked at (Y/n), who was concentrating on the Fukurodani match.
'So pretty...'
"Stop doing that." Kageyama commented as he pinched Hinata's cheek, to which the shorter cried out in pain.
"What was that for?!"
"You know exactly, Boke!"
"Bakayama not making sense, like always!"
"Keep it down you two! Everyone is looking!" (Y/n) shushed them, returning back to the match as the two boys sent each other side glances.
"Ahh Kageyama, I knew that was your voice I heard!" Komori said as he approached the trio.
"Yeah sorry, he can be an idiot at times." Tobio commented, pointing at Hinata.
"Hey!"
(Y/n) looked up at the brown aired boy, taken aback by his cute appearance.
"Oh! I am Komori Motoya, libero from the Itachiyama Institute!" The boy said cheerfully to Hinata and (Y/n).
"Komori-san was in the same youth camp like me." Tobio added as (Y/n) nodded her head.
"A libero? And you were at the youth camp, you must be among the best ones in the country then!" (Y/n) spoke up, Komori sending her a grin.
"Well I wouldn't say that, but I try my best. You are Kageyama's twin, (Y/n)? We heard about you from him."
"We?"
"Yeah, my cousin Sakusa, he is our ace, was with us during the camp."
"Oh I see... Wait, Sakusa Kiyoomi, the no 1 ace in the country?!"
Hinata watched with an empty look in his eyes as the duo chatted. This was the first time he witnessed (Y/n) be so open with a stranger, and that Tobio didn't say a word or even glare a the older boy.
Slowly but surely, he came to realize that a rival finally arrived, and it was in the form of this boy, who not even Tobio can dislike.
"You seem to really like this Komori guy." Hinata comments bitterly as Tobio shrugged his shoulders.
"Komori-san is a good guy. He is fine, in my opinion."
The basically direct approval made Hinata nervous, hoping that nothing big or important will come out of this small talk.
In his final Nationals game, Hinata felt on top of the world. They made it to the Nationals for a 3rd time and placed 3rd in the match. The orange haired boy felt like he could move a mountain.
"Hinata you were amazing as always! I am so proud of you 4!"
The said boy grinned brightly as he felt (Y/n)'s arms wrap around him.
"We wouldn't be here without your help, you know."  Hinata spoke softly, hugging back, drowning in the scent (Y/n) carried.
'Now is my time...' The boy gulped, letting go of the girl. Over the years she got even more beautiful to him, and he wasn't sure how to speak for a moment.
"Hey uh...(Y/n)..."
"Yes?" She asked.
"You know how we are graduating all in a few months and...well I wanted to say... that...I am-"
Just as Hinata was about to confess, Tobio's voice interrupted him.
"(Y/n), Komori-san is here." Kageyama said boredly from behind Hinata. Quickly looking up, (Y/n) grinned as she saw the older boy approaching them.
"Sorry Hinata, just a second."  She said and left the boy's side.
In horror, orange haired boy watched as (Y/n) jumped into the libero's arms, kissing him on the cheek.
"Woah! Well that's one way to be greeted." Komori joked as Hinata, along with Tsukishima and Yamaguchi watched their exchange.
"The two are dating?" The tallest of the three wondered, turning to look at Kageyama.
"Yeah, since summer or so."
"Since summer?!"
While the three were talking, Hinata kept silent, watching as the girl he loved, heck even worshiped was laughing in another guy's arms. His heart broke on that day, but his sanity was in for a long ride.
Since then, Hinata tried, he really did, to get over his feelings for the younger twin. He made sure to work on his volleyball skill, left for Brasil to learn and became a better player. And he thought he got over her, he thought he could be happy for his friend. It was selfish for him to think she dated Komori to hurt his feelings, since he was never clear with them. But, he just couldn't, (Y/n) was the one he loved, wanted and needed. And during his flight back to Japan, he made a promise to himself. He will do anything in his power to get his (Y/n) back. Hinata was more than willing to share with his other 3 teammates, they loved her equally and would keep her safe.
Hinata clenched his fists as he watched Komori and (Y/n) kiss, and Suna tease them both.
'(Y/n)...it should have been me who you said that to...Not HIM!'
Now Bokuto wasn't a smart person when it came to love. His intelligence when it came to studying was average, his game sense was top notch, his social skills were on par with Hinata and Atsumu, but love... that wasn't smth on his plan.
Well, or so he thought till his 3rd year at Fukurodani. Not only did he meet the Karasuno team, people he considered today as close friends or rivals on court, but also her.
(Y/n) was pretty shy back then, and stayed mostly around her brother, Kiyoko, Hinata or Tsukishima, basically anyone from her team... well, she was pretty close to Kenma, but that's besides the point.
In short, Bokuto saw her as a potentially good friend at the time, and he would try to get a few conversations out of her, ignoring the other Kageyama's glares at times.
And the few conversations he had with her were nice, great even. Not only was she nice, but her game and strategy senses were beyond what he would expect from a high school manager. And the more time passed, the more he grew interested. His heart would beat faster, his breath grew shallower and his hands shaking when he felt her watch his games during the Nationals. It was this way even during the qualifications, because he knew she would be watching this game on her TV, she was making Karasuno's strategies, and it was only normal for her to watch the possible rivals. Later on, his sister told him what he felt was love and gave him some advices on how to handle his emotions and confess.
Bokuto listened carefully, and over the years tried to come up with the perfect confession strategy. And just when he built up the needed courage,it all crashed when he saw the haunting scene playing out in front of him.
It all happened during Karasuno's last game at the Nationals, when they placed 3rd with Yamaguchi as their captain. Bokuto was impressed with his skills and how much he grew from the 1st year, as well as the other four. He would grin whenever (Y/n) would yell some encouraging words or warnings at the boys. He loved seeing how well she took care of the younger ones in the team, watching as she calmed some down over the loss. The rest, were more than happy with the results of their hard work.
As everyone was leaving or going to congratulate the players, Bokuto gripped onto the flowers he got for (Y/n). He decided to be nonchalant in his approach, after all, they weren't strangers to each other.
But the college student stopped in his tracks as he watched (Y/n), the girl of his dreams, run into the arms of the familiar Itachiyama libero.
In horror, Bokuto saw how she kissed him on the cheek, saw the love he held for her and overall, the strong relationship they shared.
Bokuto wasn't stupid, he knew what was going on, but he couldn't help his thoughts.
'What is going on?'
Slowly, he turned around and left.
Throwing the flowers into the garbage, he walked home. Ignoring his sister's questioning, Bokuto went into his room and finally let all the tears,he held back fall.
That night, something inside of Bokuto switched, the thought of (Y/n) being with someone caused anger and resentment in his heart. Every time Bokuto saw anything remotely about the couple in the magazines, he would rip those pages apart.
Hurt, anger, envy and his love for the younger girl clouding his mind.
And now,with a successful career as a athlete, with all the money, fame and fans, Bokuto felt like the helpless and heartbroken boy all those years ago as he watched Komori run up to (Y/n) after the last point was made.
Bokuto held his tears back, keeping a neutral as possible way as he watched the (h/c) woman kiss the man.
'Why him? Of all men, why did it have to be him?' Bokuto clenched his fists, opting to follow Meian as he solemnly told them to go and change, clearly upset with the loss of the game.
Atsumu wouldn't consider himself as a jealous person. Competitive? He sure was. With his twin, which was their thing since forever, with rival players during Junior High, and with his newest addition being Kageyama Tobio.
But now, now he for sure can say the gnawing feeling in his chest, and it took everything in him to not go where Komori and (Y/n) were standing, take her in his arms and show the brown haired man who she belonged to. Who could treat her right. And that was him, Atsumu Miya. One of Japan's top athletes.
It was during the time he was supposed to serve. Before that, everyone witnessed the ace of Karasuno being booed by Inarizaki's crowd, causing him to mess up and losing the point.
(Y/n) didn't initially say anything, seeing as the crowd from Karasuno and Kiyoko kept quiet, and she only heard Ukai and Takeda comment about the ordeal.
'They do that to EVERY team?! How is that fair? And Asahi-san looks genuinely upset over this too...' (Y/n) thought, sending a thumbs up at the ace, hoping he won't beat himself up over this.
The girl kept quiet tho, she didn't know how to even respond to this, and her shyness held her back from standing out from the crowd.
But what broke the camel's back, was when it was the Atsumu's turn to serve.
She watched in confusion as he held his fist up, and the whole crowd from Inarizaki grew quiet.
"They shut up?" (Y/n) questioned, catching Ukai's attention.
"Yeah, I heard of this anomaly from them. They will boo the opponents, but will be quiet as a mouse when it's their team's turn. Something about them needing to concentrate." Ukai explained, causing rage to grow in the girl as she watched the setter score a point.
The same was about to repeat itself, but (Y/n) wasn't going to let that happen. They all, especially the boys worked too hard to get here, and she won't let foul play stop their journey at the 2nd match.
Taking a deep breath, and with adrenaline pumping high, (Y/n) got up from her seat, causing Kiyoko to look up in surprise.
"(Y/n)-"
"WHAT SORT OF FAVORITISM IS THIS?!"
Kiyoko jumped up, just like Takeda, to calm the girl down, but Ukai stopped them both from doing so.
Karasuno looked at their usually quiet manager in shock, never seeing her raise her voice before or glare.
Tobio looked at his twin, then at Inarizaki, being on the lookout if something happens.
Atsumu stopped in his tracks, sending a dirty look towards the girl as she interrupted him.
"(Y/n), calm down-"
"I will not calm down! Otherwise they will treat you guys this way for the rest of the game!" The younger interrupted Daichi, glaring at the referees.
"This can't be called fairness in any way! They are booing our players and causing them to mess up! Who can possibly concentrate when all the cheers are drowned out by them?! Inarizaki is not in any shape of form above us on this court for you to let this slide!"
Taking a deep breath, (Y/n) turned to look at her team, face red, but the same angry look in her eyes was present, scaring the team a little.
"And you guys better get it together! I know we are all nervous, but you all trained for too long to let some cowards run this show! You played against Ushijima of all people, so get it together! You can do just as good against Mustard hair and Co!Please, Karasuno has your back... right?" (Y/n) finished, sounding a little softer as she turned to look at the cheer squad.
Ukai looked af his friends, who quickly got out of their shocked state, and nodded their heads fast.
"OF COURE! WE ALL GOT YOUR BACKS!"
"DON'T LET THEM FASE YOU GUYS! WE KNOW YOU CAN DO IT!!"
(Y/n) smiled thankfully at the two men, then looked back at the court, sending a thumbs up and nervous smile at her team.
"You got this. Show them what Karasuno is made of."
Daichi's shocked expression softened and he nodded his head, turning back to his teammates.
"Alright. Let's do this,swift!"
"Sure thing, Daichi-san!"
"Oi Boke, stop making googly eyes at my sister and focus on the game." Tobio commented, causing the orange haired boy to look away from the flustered twin, and glare at the setter.
"Shut! I wasn't! Let's finish this and move on to the next game!"
"Are you doing alright? Your face is quite red." Sugawara asked, giving the girl a unused water bottle. (Y/n) took it and nodded her head, the realization of what just happened finally hit her.
"Y-yeah... I don't know what came over me to be honest."
"Well whatever it was, it sure helped us. The boys seem more determinated now." Ukai commented with a satisfied smile as the game resumed, with Karasuno's cheer squad now louder than ever.
"Good job, (Y/n)! But now let's sit down and watch the game." Kiyoko said, guiding the girl to the bench.
"Yes! This will all end well, I trust them to win." (Y/n) cheered smiling as she watched Tanaka score a point.
The whole time, as she cheered and assisted Kiyoko during breaks, Atsumu kept glaring at her.
'Stupid squealing pig, not only did I mess up my serve, but now Karasuno won't stop cheering when we serve...'
Atsumu took a sip from his water bottle, and looked over at Osamu and Suna, who were chit-chating quietly.
"What are you two planning now?" Kita questioned.
"You know... Karasuno's manager had a point."
"Which is?" Omimi asked, Aran already knowing what this might be about.
"Tsumu's hair looks like mustard. Not even the good quality one at that."
"SAMU YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" Atsumu yelled as the third years tried to stop the fight.
"What is going on over there?" (Y/n) rose an eyebrow as she handed Hinata his water bottle.
"Who know..."
The game ended with Karasuno taking the win, everyone cheered loudly in happiness and relief. The game was tiring for everyone, and seeing it end was sweet for some and saddening for the others.
"What?" Tobio grumbled as he noticed Atsumu glaring at him, clearly disappointed with the outcome.
"Ya know, I honestly underestimated you, scrub. Thought you were some goody-two shoes, but you are up for dirty tactics."
"What is he even talking about?" Hinata questioned, confused with the whole interaction.
"Doesn't matter, but Shoyo-kun." The orange haired boy looked up at the loud blonde.
"One day, I will be the one setting for you, but until then, I will defeat you at the Interhigh and make sure to outdo you in your own tricks."
Atsumu was about to turn around and leave, only for Hinata's question to stop him.
"How is he going to do that, when (Y/n) came up with those?"
"Hm? Who?" Atsumu questioned, causing the two boys to look at him.
"(Y/n), she is our manager and mostly works with the two of us-"
"Tobio! Hinata! You two were amazing!"
Hinata's explaining got interrupted by the said girl cheering and jumping to hug them both, causing them nearly to fall over.
Atsumu looked at the scene in front of him, glaring harder as he noticed it was the same girl who yelled at him during his serve.
"I am so proud of you two! That was amazing, especially the final point!"
(Y/n) cheered as she let go of the two. Hinata blushed a little from all the praise, but kept his cool. Tobio, seeing how silent Atsumu was, turned to look at him.
"Is there something else you wanted?"
Atsumu snorted and shook his head. The other two looked at him now as well, wondering what he wanted to say.
"No. Just mark my words, during the next match, I will make sure you regret for underestimating my team."
Atsumu pointed at (Y/n), before he eventually turned around and left.
"He is weird..."
(Y/n) said, holding Hinata back, who tried to attack Atsumu over pointing at her.
"Weird, yes. But an awfully good player."
Her twin said back.
A year later, at the Nationals the story was a little different. Atsumu kept on grinning as he watched the defeated Karasuno team packing. He felt elated, nearly satisfied with showing Tobio and Shoyo who the better setter, the better team was.
But his satisfaction wasn't to the fullest without seeing the loud mouthed manager crying.
"Atsumu, where are you going?" Ginjima asked as he watched the captain walk towards the exit door.
"I need to use the bathroom." He simply answered.
"More like going off to see if the Karasuno manager from last year is upset." Osamu commented as Suna snickers.
"Still holding a grudge? You are pretty childish, Atsumu."
"Shut up! You won't understand!"
The trio watched the blonde walk off, a little concerned over the younger girl.
"Atsumu seems... a little obsessed with her, don't you think?"
Ginjima wondered, looking over at Osamu.
"More like seeing her upset above anything. He just won't shut up."
'Where is that squealing nonsense-'
"Yeah, the game was quite tense and really everyone was playing well...No, we are leaving tomorrow, Ukai-sensei said we will have dinner tonight and leave tomorrow during noon. Yeah, we asked to watch Nekoma's match before leaving." Atsumu grinned as he heard the girl talk behind the corner.
He waited behind the wall, hoping to hear her cry or whimper during the phone call.
"Hmm? Our opponents were from Inarizaki tonight, man they came a lot stronger this year. Guess the loss last year hurt their ego a little." (Y/n) chuckled.
'Why...why is she joking and not crying?!'
"Huh? I am a little bit upset, but nothing major. In volleyball you win or lose, and that's fine. Besides, I was pretty impressed with how well the Inarizaki team played this year, it was nice seeing them not relay on their cheer squad..."
Atsumu had about enough at that point, ready to make his presence clear and yell at her.
"Their twins tho...they were quite something. Yeah, the gray haired Miya had some nice strikes, and as much as that blonde one annoys me, I have to admit he is a good player. I can see why he is one of the best setters in the nation."
Atsumu stopped in his tracks and looked at the girl in shock, face slowly turning red from her words. Well, more like how she was saying it, with absolutely no malice or envy. Just pure honesty.
"Yeah I will tell Tobio that, see ya tomorrow!"
The blonde shook his head as (Y/n) walked back to the court, but stopped when she noticed Atsumu standing in front of her.
"Did you need something?" The girl wondered. When she didn't get an answer, she shrugged her shoulders, walking off to her destination,only to be interrupted by Atsumu.
"You aren't upset? On the verge of crying? Your team lost."
"Hmmm... I am upset, but not to that extent. Besides, volleyball is meant to be enjoyed, at leat to me. You take this too seriously, and it doesn't seem healthy for you. There is more to the game, ya know!" (Y/n) said, looking at the older in boredom for one last time, before going back to her previous attempts to get back to her team.
Atsumu watched her silently as his face grew warmer and warmer. The indifference when she talked about the loss was disappointing, but also... refreshing?
He was used to seeing his opponents pissed, distraught or straight up crying, this was something new. Something he was willing to change.
Atsumu wanted to see her...break, be distraught and look at him in awe while crying.
He liked that thought, but for now he will have to work harder for that to happen.
Atsumu smirked and took his phone out, looking at some of the pictures he made Suna find for him.
'Just like that Goody-two shoes of her brother...absolutely no social media or posts. Well, better for me. At least I know that no unknown guys can see her.'
Atsumu wasn't jealous in the past, but now... ever since Suna told him (Y/n) was dating Komori, jealousy was his closest friend. He waited, hoped that the libero would slip up eventually, look at a woman long enough for paparazzi to see, but nothing. The man was fully loyal and devoted to (Y/n), and the she to him. It pissed him off, but also made him fawn over how cute she is by playing the loyal girlfriend.
'I will find a way to break you two up. No relationship is perfect and then... then she will be all mine. As it should have been a long time ago.'
Sakusa wasn't much of a people person, well for loud people like Atsumu and Bokuto maybe, but he did have his fair share of friends, his cousin Komori being one of them.
Love wasn't something he was looking for, nor was he interested in it much. He had volleyball and his studies, and that was enough for him.
Well, until his 2nd year at the Nationals.
He heard of (Y/n) from her brother at the youth camp, thanks to Komori's shenanigans.
Back then he didn't know that the same exact girl would cause him so many sleepless nights and resentment for someone.
Sakusa thought over the past as he glared at his cousinp, who was chatting away with with Suna over God knows what.
'He should be with (Y/n)...protect her and make sure she doesn't get sick. What kind of a boyfriend is he?'
Sakusa's stone cold eyes then turned to gaze at (Y/n), who was talking with a woman he came to know as her older sister. Probably decided to accompany her, he guessed.
His first impression of Tobio wasn't much, a very skilled player who seemed to mostly mind his business. Nothing unusual or special. He wanted to know just one thing, and that was how a no name school like Karasuno, won against Ushijima.
But he could sadly not get a word of interest out of the raven haired boy, only that Ushijima was on top of his game that day, and so was Karasuno.
Komori, being a little uncomfortable with the situation his cousin caused, jumped in and defused the situation.
Sakusa honestly would have gladly stayed away from the setter after, but Komori wasn't having the same idea.
So now he was forced to eat lunch with Komori, Tobio and Chigaya, a middle blocker from Shinzen.
While him and Tobio stayed quiet for the most part, Chigaya and Komori kept on talking about anything that came to their minds.
"Kageyama, you have been a lot on your phone. A secret lover or something?" Komori teased, causing the said boy to quickly look up from his device.
"Huh? I didn't know you were dating." Chigaya commented, surprised by Komori's words, meanwhile Sakusa kept quiet as he ate his lunch.
"No...this is just my sister texting me. She usually does that when going home alone."
"Ah (Y/n)? How is she doing? I am surprised they didn't invite her as a manager."
Chigaya commented, remembering the younger twin from the Tokyo training camp.
"Sister?" Komori wondered as Sakusa looked over at the two.
"Yeah, she is my younger twin and one of Karasuno's managers. I need to call her, sorry." Tobio quickly got up from his seat and went to the hallway.
"I didn't take Kageyama to have a twin, he seems kind of a loner." Komori commented.
"Really? Didn't look like that back with Karasuno. But yeah, she is also really nice, helped out our manager as often as she could. But is pretty quiet." Chigaya said, recalling the memory of the girl.
"So pretty much a copy of Kageyama, except the nice part." Sakusa suddenly said, surprising the libero and middle blocker.
"Well... I guess. The two are both passionate about volleyball, I can say that. While he is more involved in the play on court, (Y/n) manages the tactics and tricks to confuse the other players. As far as I can remember,she came up with some of the tactics used on the court with Shiratorizawa."
That part caught Sakusa's attention, thinking that maybe he is finally on the right track on figuring out what made Karasuno so resilient against the elite school.
'I will have to watch some of their other matches...seems like there was a miracle force from outside, working for them.'
Sakusa thought, watching Kageyama approach their table.
"Ahh...I made a mistake of calling Kageyama over..." Komori commented as he watches his cousin glare at the said setter.
With all the teams arriving at Tokyo's Metropolitan Gymnasium,he did expect Kageyama to show up sooner or later, but not when Sakusa was already in a foul mood.
"Tobio, we need to go. Daichi-san will get upset if we make them wait for too long."
A girl's voice was heard from behind the libero, and he turned around to look at a fairly tall girl, clad in Karasuno's black tracksuit.
Komori blushed a little, finding the girl quite cute, not noticing
"Huh? Oh yeah, sorry (Y/n)." Tobio sounded, turning to look at his sister, who looked nervous with Komori's and now Sakusa's staring as well.
"Well anyways, good luck with your games today."
Tobio said his goodbye and followed his sister to where the rest of Karasuno were.
Sakusa kept looking at (Y/n) retreating figure, his heart beating a little faster than usually.
'So that's the person behind all of those tricks...' The black haired boy thought, then turning his attention to Komori.
The boy, to Sakusa's surprise and disdain, kept on looking at (Y/n)'s figure with a red face.
"What's with that look?"The ace grumbled.
"Kiyoomi...she is beautiful."
'She sure is...' Sakusa thought as he shrugged his shoulders, not liking the way his libero cousin talked about her.
'I need to know more about her!'
And a sure lot he did find out thanks to some of his connections with Fukurodani and Nekoma. The more he found out about her, the more some type of weird and unhealthy love grew in his heart.
Sakusa would do his best to attend as many games Karasuno had after the Nationals. Watchin (Y/n) grow from a shy girl who barely spoke, unless spoken to, into a girl not afraid to speak her mind when needed. While he was displeased with all the boys giving her attention, especially the orange haired boy, he will deal with it soon enough.
Sakusa had already a whole plan set, first he would get to know her, become friends, and he will slowly start isolating her from everyone. Then she will be his, and his only. But one thing he didn't take into account, was her getting close to Komori during the Nationals in their 3rd year, exchanging phone numbers when he wasn't paying attention. And with them both seeing each other less, he was less aware of the little meetings they would have, where Komori would either travel to Miyagi,or (Y/n) to Tokyo.
It was during the last match Karasuno had with his former school. They became a lot stronger, and placed 3rd this year. And while everyone was cheering for the players, Sakusa was watching (Y/n) congratulate her friends and calming the two younger managers down.
It was cute, she reminded him lot of a mother.
'How may kids could we have...maybe 5? That sounds like a good number, she will be so cute carrying my kids.' Sakusa sighed.
Komori looked over at his cousin, and with a heavy heart finally spoke up.
"You like (Y/n), don't you?"
The black haired college student jumped up at the statement and looked at his cousin, not saying a single word.
"Thought so..." Komori grumbled as Sakusa rolled his eyes.
"And if I am? What does it mean to you?"
There was a pregnant pause, and Sakusa stared at his cousin, who was clenching his fists,before he slowly looked up. And the look in Komori's eyes said everything he needed to know.
"Motoya-"
"(Y/n)...she and I have been going out for the past 6 months. And I am serious about her, I want to spend the rest of my life with this girl."
Sakusa felt his world shatter as he listened to Komori's words. His sweet, beautiful (Y/n)... going out with a germ like Komori?! He saw red, but kept his calm.
Komori got up as the people slowly walked away from the area, nobody paying much attention to them.
"With this, I am not asking for your forgiveness or anything, just... Have some respect and move on. One day, you will find someone who will love you...but (Y/n) is mine, got it?"
Sakusa clenched his fists as he finally spoke up.
"Why...why (Y/n)? You couldn't have picked anyone else?"
"I didn't realize your feelings for her till a month or two ago. The way you would bring her up from time to time and... the look you had on your face when she would show up for a second on the TV..." Komori sighed and looked down at (Y/n) again, his glare turning into a soft smile.
"I can understand why you like her, who wouldn't, but it has to stop. I want to bring her over to meet aunt and uncle one day. She is my dream girl."
Komori finished his speech and walked down the stairs to where (Y/n) was.
Sakusa, heartbroken and enraged watched as (Y/n) jumped into the Itachiyama alumni's arms, kissing him on the cheek.
Punching the seat in front of him, the black haired boy got up and walked into the closest washroom.
Since that day, Sakusa was just counting the days a slip up or a crack in the relationship would show, but nothing of those sorts happened. Eventually, Komori introduced (Y/n) to his and Sakusa's parents, the day that happened was his darkest one. She looked so angelic and... ethereal really, Sakusa wanted to yell how much he loved her and how much he deserved to be with her, but he needed to keep his calm. He needed to earn (Y/n)'s trust, because one day something might come up, and he will be there to hold her.
'Motoya...' Sakusa growled as all four glared at his form leading (Y/n) away from them.
"What's so special about your cousin,Omi? What could he possibly have that I don't?" Atsumu growled as they waited for their team to change.
Sakusa shrugged his shoulders, not having an answer either. There was nothing special about Motoya! Sure, he was a professional athlete, but so was he! A even better and more recognized one, so how (Y/n) could pick his annoying cousin was beyond him.
Bokuto kept quiet, the sight of (Y/n) and the libero kissing just killed his already bad mood, and now he just wanted to sit somewhere and cry.
"We need to do something!" Hinata spoke up, all the pent up jealousy, anger and lovesickness, that he built up over the years was killing him.
"And what would that be?" Sakusa wondered.
"Anything! Listen, there is no say if Komori will propose to (Y/n), all those gossip magazines and be himself keep hinting to it! We need to make him loom bad in (Y/n)'s eyes or else..."
Hinata shuddered at the thought of the love of his life marrying someone else.
Atsumu got up from the bench, smirking as an idea finally hit him.
"And I have the perfect plan. Omi, you and your cousin will have a nice long night out." Atsumu giggled as Sakusa looked at the setter in worry, but at this point he'd do anything to break those two up.
Tag list(Idk, it's the people who liked the previous post. If anyone else wants to be added,pls telle me):
@kei-tsuki21 @thebrunetteavenger @sicklyinlove @kittykatiekat @torriblack97 @locogvrl
Thanks for reading,part 2 will be up in a few days! Have a great day/night!
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𐙚˙✧˖What is Love? She is⋆
Pairing- Any character x reader / anyone of your choice ࿔*:・
It's the male part of "What is love?"Y'all already know I am an angst girlie so lol
TW- mention of death and blood, angst, no heppy ending
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Love was never suppose to be her, Love can never be her, but the way she smiles, the way she looks at me and the way she talks to me.
Love was always suppose to be her, she doesn't follow anyone, she doesn't hear the pathetic excuse this world gives for people, she lives by herself but I can't love her, I'll kill her in the agony of waiting for me to say I love her. I don't want her to cling to me and my love because it is always with her , always but I can't give it to her, not yet. Not yet… But when..
I felt her dying in my arms. Her eyes red ,her clothes red and my hands red. She reached for me, her one hand softly creasing my cheeks i wanted to relax in her palm i wanted to relax in her arms, be warm forever. "Don't cry…never cry for me, this is how things were suppose to go...the bad guy looses remember". My eyes are red I didn't know she pointed it out laughing in between coughing more bloods, I can't save her, I shouldn't save her because I am the "hero". "hey don't-" she smiles at me yet again but instead of causing the flutters it causes pain in my heart.
I look at her like I could bring the stars and the whole universe at her feet, yet she closes her eyes to leave me behind in this world, in this dystopia. "In another lifetime, my sweet_____" is all i can say before i bring her lifeless body near my chest and try to warm it. Love is her, love is how I think about her, Love is the way I look at her, love is me waiting for her, Love is the way she looked at me before dying in my arms… Love is me not being able to live in this world without her, love is me dying in her arms because that is the warmest place for me, with her.
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a/n- I will not even edit this I am lazy goodbye
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fanfic-gallery · 11 months
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i have a question for my yandere haikyuu enjoyers...
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romantality · 2 years
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𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭
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𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞!𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐀𝐥𝐭 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞) 
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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖, 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲, 𝐍𝐨𝐧-𝐜𝐨𝐧, 𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐈𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥/𝐄𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭), 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
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𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 + 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐨 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫
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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞
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𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞?
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You looked, back against the wall at the room in absolute horror. You couldn’t move, you were frozen in place. You could hardly believe your eyes, were you seeing what you thought you were? You wanted this to be some sick nightmare, some twisted dream. Wake up, you thought. Wake up. 
You couldn’t. 
It was real, very very real. It was so sickeningly real. There he stood, cold fingers clasped around the sharp bloodied knife. He looked at the scattered bodies in front of him, breathing heavily as their crimson innards coated his clothes. He turned back to you, dark hair wet, dark eyes staring hard into your soul. “I promised I wouldn’t let them hurt you again.” he said. You felt as if the room had dropped it’s temperature, your body shaking. You never expected someone could ever, would ever, take it this far. 
You were horrified, scared and wanting to run but your legs had failed you. You couldn’t even stand as you looked back at him. Kuroo’s tall hulking figure no longer seemingly protective, but now just terrifying. You wondered what else he’d be capable of, was that even a question anymore? Your thoughts were broken as he dropped the knife to the ground, the metal clanging against the cold floors before he walked over to you. 
“Why aren’t you thanking me? Why aren’t you smiling? Aren’t you happy?” he asked, his head down, his tone nothing but an alarming growl. You tried to stand, cowering as he moved closer but your body was failing you. You cursed yourself under your breath, deciding that crawling was better than nothing, but just as your body turned, as if he knew your next move, his fingers were around your throat. 
Your eyes widened as he pulled you to stand, pushing your back against the wall as he towered over you, red staining his once perfect skin. “They will never hurt you ever again right.” He inquired, looking you square in your eyes. His grip grew tighter as your hands moved to his wrists, trying to pull him away from you but it was no use. 
“Right?’ he asked again, his voice a bit louder, making your body jolt before you squeaked out a response in the affirmative. He grinned, his free hand moving to caress your cheek. “Then there’s nothing for you to worry about. You know I’m always going to be here to take care of you don’t you?” he said, his head dipping close to yours as you pressed the back of your head against the wall. “I think I deserve a reward.” he whispered in your ear. 
You could hardly process the chills that ran down your spine before his lips crashed into yours. Your eyes widened as his shut, his tongue moving to yours as he kissed you forcefully. You squirmed, hands squeezing his wrist tighter before his free hand came to the wall behind you. Making you shriek a little into his mouth as his palm loudly slammed against the wall beside your head. He finally pulled back, leaving the both of you breathing heavily before his grip loosened and you fell to your knees. Tears welling in your eyes. 
“There’s no need to panic, I’m not going anywhere” he said, his voice a fake loving tone as his hands streaked through your hair. He squatted in front of you, gripping your chin as he forced you to look at him. “You’re going to be next to me for the rest of our lives together.” he said watching as the fat tears rolled down your cheek. He gripped your wrist, pulling you to your feet. “Come with me now.” he said, his fingers dancing over a second knife in his pocket. He walked towards the door, letting you go as he watched you. 
You felt like you had no choice, you followed him. 
Kuroo beat you physically, being much taller and faster than you ever could hope to be. He was clearly well minded, even if he seemed out of it. What else were you supposed to do? Your legs shook as you followed him, and he grinned a wide grin. “Good, you can follow direction.” he said, before he walked over to the dead bodies on the ground. He picked up his bloodied knife before walking back to you. “Come on now.” he said, gesturing out the door as you walked in front of him, out of the building, into his car- 
and into your new life together. 
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𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙗𝙮 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮™ 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙡, 
𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙
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Yandere Date Tech
A/n:
Not really for minors so.... Bye minors out- also yn will be mc.
Warning⚠️: yandere, abusive, yelling, aone being violent, R@pe, Violent, angst, words like whore/slut/etc yatayta whatever- this won't be fucking fluff if you guys like fluff
Futakuchi:
Aggressive, delusional, Manipulative
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Signs he likes you:
You guys probably met as a manager for karasuno (trying to get away from tanaka and Nishinoya) while practicing. Loves teasing the heck out of you while you're taking notes even though he's supposed to practice and not flirt- yea that's right FUTAKUCHI. Gets dragged away from you by Aone while you're just like: 👁️👄👁️.
Will show off when you're looking and when not he's trying to get you're attention or death glaring at karasuno. Pretty jealous when you're around the boys or even girls, does not care about gender you. Belong. To. Him.
Well at least that's Futakuchi thinks. Stalks you when you're out of school cause then he'll get his ass kicked by yuu and ryu.
During class he dreams about having kids and married while you're just an independent woman ✨🌺.
Getting rejected:
.... Oh you fucked it up now- Futakuchi is like tanaka but will slowly turn psychical if you don't accept his confession and flirts. Calls you a slut/bitch/whore more often if you try to ignore him. This time when I say tease or flirt I mean sexual assaulting you.
Will make your confidence lower as you see him more and more. You're dreams get more.... Weird and then you wake in the middle of the night. Remember when I said that he dreams about you? Now he's having more sadistic/sexual dreams about you. He will dream making you scream- lmao you think I mean romantically? No.
I mean actually making you cry in pain- I've played this game called boyfriend to death- and basically Futakuchi will be like strade.
Yea. It's crazy.
When he snaps:
Mc I'll come to your funeral 👋🧍‍♀️
If he's ever kidnapping you he would kill your parents first. Like when they drive home he has no mercy to actually drive to them infront- like they: 💀 literally.
Probably won't comfort you he's just there like: 👀💧. After that at night, Futakuchi will take your clothes and knock tf out of you with a black bat that looks like a baton.
When you wake up- you'll wake up laid down in a wooden table for torture. While you're screaming or struggling to get out Futakuchi be smiling sadistically. Loves seeing you pain, he doesn't find it cute but finds it as his new obsession.
When you spit out blood he'll be whispering 'fascinating...' while you're there like: bitch I'm dying 👀
👄
Does he mentally break you? :
Yes, purposely and accidentally. Futakuchi has won and you lost you're own sanity.
Aone:
Manipulative, delusional, violent (yes. You heard me.)
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Signs he likes:
You met of course in the train station. Si, it is cute mc it is. You dropped your bag as you were running to the train station, and of cours- the best part of this stor- You both accidentally hold hands when trying to grab your bag. I headcanon that he watches romance movies/shows, so, this soft boi will head over heels and probably even more if you just smile-..... Nvm you did.
What a coincidence you guys are going to the same station At the same time. Aone: 'you go to the same school as me? yea. This is love.' Aone lives for your kindness and bad yet funny humor with you're friends but the only problem here is well this is funny- but uhm.... He never liked your friends so, whenever there's a problem he won't show any mercy when getting rid of it.
Secretly has a shrine of you, anything that you claim is now his and will forever be his. His choice. Aone be jealous of everyone that he'll follow you and glare right behind them then when you're looking at him his face is a soft expression.
*plays I'm a slave for you' by Brittany spears*
He's a stalker for you- he follows you everywhere and you never notice. Wow. Bro got skills💀 he'll impress you then wip his sweat with his shirt AND THEN wink at you. You're just like 👁️👄👁️ 💍🤷‍♀️ me and you: 🛐
He'll do anything for you. Trust me honey.
Getting Rejected:
Once you say: "sorry Aone but... I don't like you. Sorry but no I don't-" he just wants to kiss so hard just to show how good of boyfriend he can be- he just wants you to be satisfied with the pleasure he'll give you but you just can't accept his confession.
After whatever THAT day was- his eyes are red from crying last night, Futakuchi said why his eyes were so red and tearful but all he said was "dirt in my eyes that all n-no need to worry..." Futakuchi: "okay man...🤔" First time hearing him stutter like that since, he was quiet. Aone couldn't stop thinking about you. Could. Never. Stop.
How could you do that Mc?? His feelings have never been this hurt! He helped you carry stuff, clean, helping out with you're homework, buying stuff you need or don't need, tells you complements and this how you repay him?
Damn. Aone might actually throw hands now-
When he snaps:
Another funeral scheduled for you. Aone will think that you like rough guys like Futakuchi or like (yandere) Tanaka! Aone: "all I have to do is change everything about me! That's it!"
Aone gets all excited about today where he finally shows you manly side while you're just there like: "nothing bad is going to happen today" 🧍‍♀️.
Aone: 🌺❤️🌺🕊️- 👿💥🌋⛏️🔪
Little short story:
"hey aone-" aone walked past you bumping you're shoulder, "ok... Aone! Wait for me!!" You ran to only to trip on your own foot and hurt your ankle. "Aone sorry to bother you but can you please help me up?" Aone didn't answer, he only scoffed at your weak figure. You're eyebrows furrowed down as he respond with no answer. "I don't know why you're not answering me and I don't why your being so cold to me but I just to let remind you that I and your team were there for you when people where frightened by you or made fun of you and I think you should be more grateful please!" Aone stops walking and looks at you.
You try to get up (you successfully did). "this keeps happening I swear-" "I only wanted you to love me and notice me." You look at him like if he was crazy, "are you serious right now-" "like lovers do..." Aone looked away as you stepped back with shock. "Are we doing this again Aone!?!" You rubbed your temple of stressed, "Aone I.... *Sigh* please... I don't want to deal with this"
"then be with me so, we can live happily, let our love be so magical and romantic with care then..." Aone grabbed your hands softly to his. "Then we won't have no stress, fear, no one with us... Just me and you..." Aone almost successfully to kissed you until you put your hand in front of his lips, "Aone I can't." "Yes you can Please" He tried to pull you closer but you pushed him slowly away from you. "no just-" "just this once, we can go on just one date please-" "I'm dating someone already!!" You screamed as he stopped thinking what you just said.
"... What." You took a deep breath, "I have a lover already Aone." "No... You don't... You don't have anyone no!" You're face saddened with tears, "Aone... I wish I was lying but .... They met me first and we already have promise rings and-" Aone dropped to the ground.
"but your already mine when met." Aone whispered. Then it hit him, not only you were his but you were also the one came onto him. "That's it." Aone stood up slowly and grabbed you by the wrist roughly. "Aone let go of me Please!STOP IT HURTS" Aone simply said no.
Aone took you to his room and tied your wrists and legs up as you were screaming but you didn't know aone would actually slap you and tell you to STFU. He started to rub himself and rub himself into your insides as you were naked and crying, thinking this a good idea...
Maybe he can use blackmailing next time...
(lowkey kinda want to make a story-)
Does he mentally break you? :
He's pushed into it! Aone does it for your own good.
Koganegawa:
Obsessive, clingy, blind rage, Submission
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Signs he likes you:
Y'all probably met by you transferring to date tech and helping you along the way, kanji will try to make you his tutor even though you're not that good but he says that you and him can work together as (lovers) friends.
Of course since you couldn't protest he started making a scene, making everyone look at both of you so, you just had to deal with it. Boi is so excited that if he was a dog, his tail would be wagging so hard. Loves following you around and clingy to you like a sloth, kanji will and can break someone bones if they even stare at you.
Koganegawa threatens you to do his way or you'll end up with a broken jaw and wrist. Eventually you'll think his way and be his little figure to play with. Does not care about your life outside of his, I headcanon that his mom will always tell him always find the one and never let them when you have them your grasp, not ever in a lifetime.
While kanji found it romantic, you found a little disturbing that you wouldn't even get to go anywhere without him knowing or going with you.
You're the one for Kanji.
Getting rejected:
Bro stomping everywhere he's standing at rn- Looks at you like if you just stole a kids candy. Kanji is the most controlling piece of shit there is here, when you say no he finna throw at whatever he sees, even you does not give a fuck when he's raging. Soon enough he'll just run away crying like if you took away a toy from a child.
When kanji gets home he's throwing shit around or onto the ground too, Koganegawa will be throwing frames expect for one where it has you (secretly tooken a picture of you). He cries for a long time even if someone just rejected him.
Koganegawa just wanted to choke you. But also love you and cuddle you at the same time. Kanji won't be afraid to get you back even if you protest or even struggle to get away from him, he won't let you go.
When he snaps:
70% psychical
56% fast runner
Can literally murder you but at the same time he doesn't want to, you're too cute and sexy to die at least he didn't give you permission to... Not yet. When you wake up from the noise in the night my advice is to just jump out the window and run with a broken leg-. Koganegawa is strongest fuck there is like- throw me too daddy- but other than that if you're a deep and heavy sleeper than it will be pretty easy to kidnap you.
Another advice for you, Don't ever leave his place. Even when you struggle or punch/kick/spit/ tell him slur words, Kanji psychically and mentally can not hear you (he laughs at you instead).
I don't even know if you'll survive his hugs/kisses/hugs/cock- and that reminds me. Koganegawa is always horny when he sees you and kanji will force you to be intimate with him whether you like or not, then after he's like ready for round 2- or was it 4? Kanji can go on for days and hours if it's with you. You're like his little toy to play with whenever he's frustrated about a game or just horny-
Does he mentally break you? :
Not purposely but loves you so much he doesn't even know.
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Who's next? Team or no team for the next? Could be anyone. I'll tell you if I accept your request.
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Here's Tetsu! - (Kuroo x reader)
⚠️ Warnings - Yandere Kuroo, mentions of an axe and a box cutter, kuroo breaks down a door with an axe
Pronouns - male, he/him
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Out of all the times (Y/n) has visited Kenma’s house, he certainly didn’t expect this one.
Kenma was sitting on his bed, his eyes glued to his small tv screen, when he heard his front door open and slam close hurriedly. He thought nothing of it, probably his mom accidentally slamming the door, so he shrugged it off and went back to his game. 
Not even seconds later, footsteps come pounding through his house, growing louder til harsh pounding on his locked door finally drew his eyes away from the screen. He flinched. Whoever was at the door was clearly trying get in. 
Kenma almost didn’t answer the door, fearing it was an intruder or something, until he heard sobs rack throughout the door, accompanying its frantic knocks and rattles of the doorknob.
“Kenma-! Kenma please! L-let me—open the door! Please I’m begging you!”
At the sound of the familiar voice, he rushed to unlock his door. He hurriedly unlocked it, hoisting the door up by the doorknob, and closed it. He hated his broken door. Broken door or not, sure enough,(L/n) (Y/n) came tumbling in, scrambling back up to relock Kenma’s door. 
Kenma stared at his friend, wondering what to do with the sobbing, shaking man hunched against his door. “Uh...why are you... cryi-“
He was promptly cut off when (Y/n’s) brows furrowed, and he peeled himself off the door to search Kenma’s desk. Kenma stood there awkwardly, watching as his friend threw open his drawers and pulled out miscellaneous items. (Y/n) threw his head back and looked at Kenma with bloodshot eyes.
He held up a sharp-looking pencil. His hand was trembling past shivers and his fingers couldn’t seem to grip the pencil steadily. “Why the fuck don’t you have any scissors, or something useful-!”
“(Y/n), why—what’s happening-“
Small chunks of Kenma’s door went flying. A sharp blade of what seemed to be a small axe was embedded through the outer side of the door, barely peeking in before someone pulled it back out with a huff. (Y/n) tensed, clutching the pencil, and rushed over to a now wide-eyed Kenma. 
“Kenma—! Y-you-“ (Y/n) could barely form sentences, having to be steadied by Kenma’s hands as another blow was delt to his door. “You gotta—you gotta help me! Tetsurou’s g-gone crazy and-and he’s-“
“(N/n)~! I know you’re in there!” Kuroo’s voice boomed from the other side of the door. (Y/n) shrieked, steadying the pencil like a knife in his hands. “Why did you have to go to Kenma’s house, huh? We could’ve hung out at my house, all alone, just the two of us!”
“Kenma, please-! Do you have anyth-“ 
Kenma still couldn’t wrap his mind around anything. Apparently, Kuroo was hacking his way through his door, with (Y/n) trying to arm himself with a pencil to use against Kuroo. Who, might he add, had an axe. Breaking down his door. 
It was like something out of a horror manga. 
“Kenma!” 
Kenma tensed up. (Y/n) was sobbing again, and he only realize that he’d been slapped back into reality when his cheek started to burn. More chunks of Kenma’s door came flying down.
There was a head-sized, jagged hole bore into Kenma’s door now. Kuroo peeked his, rather crazed, face through the tiny hole. 
“Heeeeeeeere’s Tetsu!”
(Y/n) shrieked, shamelessly burying himself behind Kenma. Kuroo’s crazed sneer dropped into a harsh glare. Even Kenma shuddered. 
“Are you cheating on me, (N/n)?” Kuroo’s pointed glared bore holes into Kenma. A chill rattled his spine, and he instinctively stumbled back best he could with (Y/n) clutching his shoulders.  “I thought you loved me.” 
“A-I do! I do, I love you so much!” (Y/n) was babbling. 
“Then why don’t you come over here, baby?” 
He faltered. Kuroo waited patiently for (Y/n) to come over. He didn’t, instead fearfully shrinking behind Kenma even more. Kuroo’s face fell back into a glare. His face disappeared from the hole in the door. 
Both Kenma and (Y/n) untensed for a short second. Nothing happened for a few seconds. (Y/n) opened his mouth to say something, until a heave came from the door, along with a sharp THWAK! Against the wood. The two boys yelped. 
The axe was embedded into the door. A small sliver of metal peeked through the door. The axe disappeared again, just to come hurdling back against the door, THWAK after THWAK, until the hole was bigger. Kuroo sniggered to himself, reaching through the hole and unlocking the door. Kuroo’s arm was bleeding, scratched up by the jagged edges of the door-hole, but he didn’t seem to notice. That, or he didn’t care. The door lock opened, followed by the doorknob jiggling open. Kenma and (Y/n) stood there, petrified. 
Kuroo pushed the mangled door open. He was panting- sprinting after (Y/n) all the way to Kenma’s house and breaking his door must’ve been draining- but nonetheless, he let a wide grin spread across his face. He slicked the damp hair out of his face. “My beautiful, beautiful (N/n)...” 
“S-Stay away from me!” (Y/n) and Kenma backed up against the wall. Kuroo huffed. 
“It’s not nice to treat your boyfriend like a monster, (N/n)...” Kuroo pouted, bringing the axe up to his fingertips. He ran his finger across the blade. “I’m hurt.”
“You’re fucking insane!” 
Kuroo stiffened. “Insane?” (Y/n’s) short-lived burst of bravery simmered out when Kuroo began stalking closer. Both he and Kenma’s legs wouldn’t move from their place against the wall. 
Kuroo’s eyes pointed at Kenma, in front of (Y/n), before roughly shoving him to the side. (Y/n) shrieked, being harshly grabbed by the shoulders.
“Why are you being so mean to me!?” Kuroo pushed (Y/n) up against the wall. He grunted. “Don’t you love me!? Or are you off fucking Kenma now!? Huh!?” The irrationality of Kuroo’s thoughts paved way for Kenma to throw himself into his nightstand drawer, and dig out a small box cutter. Kenma pushed open the box cutter and shakily pointed it toward Kuroo and (Y/n).
“L-let him go right now!” That was the loudest Kenma’s voice had ever been in a while. “Or i’ll- i’ll fucking shank you!” 
“Now where’d you get that potty mouth from, Kenma?” Kuroo said. You almost could’ve missed the little sweat droplet slide down his temple. And it wasn’t from knocking the door down. “C’mon, put the cutter do-” “Let go! I-I’m not bluffing!” Kenma squawked. He stepped and held the cutter towards Kuroo, like pointing a gun towards him. 
“Woah- hey- okay put the box cutter down-” 
Kenma began walking towared the two. Kuroo dropped both (Y/n) and the axe and held his hands up, chuckling nervously. “Kenma- it was just a jo-”
Kenma strutted towards Kuroo with the cutter. He was bluffing. Kuroo’s scared now, he’d find a window of opportunity for (Y/n) to escape and then he’d escape! Yeah! He grabbed Kuroo by the collar. “Kenma! Kenma oh my-! KENMA IT WAS A JOKE IT WAS A PRANK-!”
(Y/n) grabbed Kenma by under the armpits and dragged his back. 
(Y/n)?
- pulled him back? 
Prank? 
He heard exhausted giggling from behind him. Kuroo’s insane look was replaced with his usual, non-insase grin. He, too, began laughing. Kenma stood there, confused. 
“Gotcha ass.” Kuroo grinned. Kenma furrowed his eyebrows. “You..”
“You call breaking my fucking door down with an AXE a fucking PRANK!?”
“Hey! In my defense your mom called me up saying to get rid of your door because she was gonna replace it! Plus- it’s fucking revenge for Ramen Shop!”
Kenma remembered why his mom went out of the house in the first place. ‘I’m going to Ikea, be good Kenma.’ She had said. His door didn’t fit in the frame correctly, and every time he wanted to open it, he had to quite literally lift up the door by the doorknob to turn it. And ‘Ramen Shop’ was a prank Kenma had pulled on Kuroo, where he had gotten the manager of his local Ramen place to lock Kuroo in his shop overnight. By the time Kuroo had gotten out of the building, and to school, Kenma had, also, gotten the volleyball team to pretend he was dead. 
 Kenma giggled quietly, sinking back into (Y/n’s) grip. “Ramen Shop was funny…” 
“No it wasn’t! You got everyone to gaslight me into believing I died at Kyushu Ramen!” 
“It was kind of funny, Tetsu.” (Y/n) snickered. Kuroo pouted. 
“Now,” Kenma slid onto the ground. “I’m fucking exhausted. You guys gave me a heart attack, jesus christ..” 
“Clean up the mess you made, Kuro. (Y/n).” Kenma mumbled. He gestured towards his mangled door with his foot. “And there’s a first aid kit in the bathroom.” Kenma also nudged at Kuroo, who seemed to have forgotten about his scratched up arm through all the adrenaline. Now that he was wearing down from the high, his arm was starting to throb. 
“Oh… yeah, ow.”
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hiii :))
Haikyuu
Oikawa and Iwa ((poly)) for the aftercare event? Yandere pls and thank uuuu
ᴀɴ: ʜɪɪɪ! <333 ᴏɪᴋᴡᴀᴢᴜᴍɪ ᴜ ꜱᴀʏ? ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛɪɴɢ~ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ɪ'ᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍʏ ᴍʏ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴀᴜᴅɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪꜱ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴏᴄᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴍʏ ʜQ ᴀᴜᴅɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜱᴇᴇᴍꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰʏ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ. ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ꜱᴇᴇᴍꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ. ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙᴏᴛʜ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ
ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ, ᴅᴜʙɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴄᴏɴ, ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ꜱᴍᴇx ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇ, ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴇᴀꜱɪɴɢ, ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰʏ/ᴄʜɪʟʟ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀᴄᴀʀᴇ,  
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the three of you breathed heavily, panting as iwaizumi pulled himself from you, hands still gripping your thighs as he did. oikawa looked down at you from where he sat on his knees beside you, his hands holding his cum tipped cock where your mouth had once been. 
“see? that wasn’t so bad huh~” oikawa said, hand slinking under your chin as he forced you to face him, hair messy around his head as he leaned down, pressing a kiss against your lips before you could respond. he pulled back, eyes looking into yours before he turned his attention to the handcuffs on your wrists, your hands still shaky in front of you as iwaizumi moved to get the key. 
“letting them go so quickly?” he asked, iwaizumi moving back between your legs as he unlocked the cuffs. “don’t be so mean now,” he responded to oikawa, moving forward as he pressed your chest to his, turning his body so you sat on his lap as his back laid against the headboard. 
oikawa moved behind you, hands running down your back as his voice coos in your ear. “oh come on darling, your wrapping around him like he’s the only one you care about, i’m not so mean.” he said. you leaned your head back a bit, resting it against his shoulder. you knew better than you just ignore his whims. 
“are you feeling okay?” iwa asked, hands rubbing your waist as oikawa moved closer to him, trapping you in a cuddled embrace. 
but you couldn’t lie, it felt amazing. 
contrast with the roughness of the event before you relaxed, your muscled tense no longer as iwa rubbed the sore parts of your body meanwhile oikawa pressed kisses to your skin. you leaned forward as oikawa’s lips trailed kisses down your back, back up before he made his way to the back of your neck. 
“you know we love you right?” iwa added, rubbing the back of your head as you leaned against him. “you know i love you more~” oikawa cooed behind you, making you giggle a bit as he walked his fingers up your sides. you couldn’t believe you were actually relaxing around the two, the two who took you. it seemed like some weird fever dream. 
“you know he’s a liar” iwa added, a bit of a grumpy tone coating his now before you laughed a bit louder. he couldn’t help the subtle smile that crossed his lips as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. 
you felt so warm, so safe- 
nothing so bad could feel this good, right? 
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sophiria · 7 months
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Shaken series
a soft yandere tale
main pairings: Matsukawa x fem!reader x Hanamaki, Sakusa x fem!reader x Atsumu, Suna x fem!reader, fem!reader x undisclosed
warnings: 18+, dubcon due to alcohol in the first chapter, explicit sexual content and explicit language, manipulation, angsty undertones and potential heavier angst, non-consensual photo-taking and sharing in the first and second chapter, moral ambiguity, mind games, power imbalance, more warnings and tags to be found on ao3
Highball (first chapter, ft. Matsukawa x you x Hanamaki)
Sour (second chapter, ft. past Sakusa x you x Atsumu and present Matsukawa x you x Hanamaki)
Mudslide (published only on ao3. It's the third chapter, ft. Suna x you, plus an unnamed male character x you. Iwaizumi, Matsukawa and Hanamaki also appear.)
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HAIKYU! MASTERLIST
Miya Atsumu:
FTM! Nun! Reader x Incubus! Atsumu Miya
Various:
Haikyu! Karasuno Thoughts/HCs
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toji-bunny-girl · 1 year
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Someone request SOMETHING. ANYTHING FOR ME I WILL GO INSANE I NEED TO WRITE
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chaepink · 4 months
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can u make headcannons on sub!yan’s tendencies in the relationship?
also can i be 🉑 or 🌝 anon?
dating sub!yandere boys hcs ♡
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sub!yandere boys when they date you.
wc: 1.1k+ words | masterlist
dom!fem!reader, unhealthy relationship, mention of killing/murder, both sfw and nsfw!, mention of feminization, bondage
note: yes you can be 🌝 anon!
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— your yandere would be possessive of you, even more compared to when you two were just friends
— well, you thought you two were just friends. he already assumed you two were together sometime earlier during his friendship with you
— he would do anything for you in order to make sure you're happy and safe
— a friend of yours is getting too touchy with you? well the next day that friend is ignoring you and when you confront them, they look at you scared and quickly scurry away from you. did your yandere do something to them? surely not
— a weird guy keeps following you around your neighborhood? well a couple of days later you see on the news that his body has been found near a river and weirdly enough, you havent seen your yandere on the days before the guy's death
— you complain to your yandere about how a teacher gave you a bad grade on something you worked so hard on? suddenly your grade changes to a A and that same exact teacher suddenly resigns from the school
— he'll try his best to know where you are most of the time and try to follow you back home to make sure you're safe (though its really obvious, you don't acknowledge him so he thinks he's actually doing something)
— but no matter how scary and possessive they are of you, they just want to be good for you, really
— its almost as if they're a puppy for you, always there for your beck and call
— give them a simple command and they'll do it immediately, no questions asked
— ask them to buy you a snack from the nearest store? he'll return back with a bagful of others that he thought you would like
— they're super clingy and always want to be near you
— somehow they manage to have the same exact classes that you have and at the same time. maybe you guys are just lucky? little do you know that your yandere hacked into the principal's computer to change his schedule to fit with yours
— if you're sick, they would immediately fetch you some medicine and make so many bowls of your favorite soup that you're not sure you could finish them all
— they would be so sad when you're sick cause that means they can't be as close as they usually are with you :(
— in bed, nothing changes at all. rather, he becomes even more infatuated with you
— they're still so good and obedient for you, always following your commands. its cute
— like what i said with him doing it with no hesitation, your yandere is eager to do what you say
— tell him to get on his knees? say less as he's already doing so, staring up at you with such innocent eyes
— tell him to open his mouth for you to stick your fingers inside? he opens wide and sticks out his tongue in such a sinful manner, hazy eyes absolutely begging you to make him choke on your fingers as drool drips down his chin
— order him to suck your strap and get it all wet? he's quick to get in between your legs and get his hands on the fake dick, his mouth going straight to bobbing it up and down and gagging as it hits the back of his throat. he'll try to subtly grind his hard on against your foot without you noticing but you do anyways but he's being a good boy so you allow it
— and oh my god is he so shameless in public
— no hesitation in telling you what he wants you to do to him when there are people around
— you'll be at brunch with some of your friends and suddenly you'll feel a hot breath on your ear, such sinful words coming soon after
"im wearing lingerie under my clothes, your favorite set too. wouldn't you like to just ruin me right here and now? make me cry and look so pretty while you show everyone im yours?"
— safe to say that you immediately dragged him to the family bathroom and fingered him until he was gripping onto you for dear life, begging and crying out for you to stop and take pity on him (he's lying about wanting you to stop)
— when you're out with errands or just at work, he'll take such sinful pictures of himself to send to you randomly
— the pictures would include his legs spread out, a obvious bulge in his underwear, and something adorning his body whether its lingerie, a maid outfit, or rope that's tied so tightly on him
— if he's feeling like teasing you even more, he'll send whimpering audios that beg you to come home and fuck him and if you listen close enough, you'll hear some wet noises that let you know that he's masturbating
"f-fuck, [name] come back s-soon, please? i-i miss you so much! i- ah! i-im wearing your favorite outfit right now! i'll be a g-good ngh boy waiting for you ♡"
— itll end up with you rushing home after you're finished to fuck him dumb in that outfit, making it stained with his tears and cum
— he knows you can't really get him pregnant but your yandere just loves those straps with cum in them that you can just shoot inside him whenever you're fucking him fast and rough
— that'll make his eyes roll back and head throw backwards as he lets out such a loud mewl at the feeling of your fake cum filling him up
— and afterwards he'll tease you by using his fingers to push the cum thats gushing out of his hole back in before licking his fingers
— although your yandere is a good boy for you most of the time, theres times where he's a brat
— he'll talk back to you whenever you command him to do something or cum without permission
— but just some long edging or overstimulation will break him and turn him into a sobbing mess
— tying his hands to the headboard and keeping his legs spread apart whilst a vibrator is inside him on the highest setting is his favorite punishment
— your yandere thinks you don't know that since you do it all the time but you actually do know it, you just love the way his face is stained with his drool and tears while his chest and the sheets underneath him is covered in his cum afterwards
— such a slut but we love him for it
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ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink
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𐙚˙✧˖What is Love?
Pairing: Any Character x reader
This is Hero character x Villain reader sucker for angst so angst, uses of word dying so yea and I can't think of anything else
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Love is him but it's never going to be the same for him. For him I am just someone who causes all the deviance in his little society that he loves so much. Love is him loving the people that live here in this place, love is him trying to protect this place or maybe the person he looks at every time he gets a chance.
Compared to his love for that person I am someone who just exist for him, Maybe in another life is all I can say to myself, But in another lifetime too he will always choose her but In all those lifetime I will always choose him, in all those lifetime I will die of agony waiting for his love and in all those lifetime I will desperately cling to his love.
Because without him I would never know myself. Without him I am just nobody, without him there is no fun, without him I would never learn to fly, I would never learn to love myself but I know to this society to this place I was always the villain, always the bad guy that should be dead.
Hate is the way he looks at me, Hate is the way he talks about me, Hate is the way he talks to me, hate is the fact that he killed me for his love, Hate is the way people rejoiced my death
I now lay dying in his arms, dying in my world's arms, dying in my source of life..yet now there won't be any life inside me to feel him and see him again.
Or love is the way he looks at me full of tears.. "In another lifetime, my sweet____" love is the way he talks to me, love is the fact he let me die in peace, love is him clinging to my dead body.
Maybe I never understood Love so maybe in another life when we meet again..
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