#yandere fukurodani

[crazyyanderefangirlfan]

Yandere Haikyuu idea

I got inspired by @yanderecrazysie 's yandere royal Karasuno au and @cerisesakurainspring Haikyuu Medieval Era au and had this thought.

Imagine a village far from any civilization, it's self-sufficient and well-up to date thanks to passing merchants. Then one day, a large group of men stumbled upon them, each of them in various states of injuries.

The villagers, though wary of them, still had compassion for them and healed their wounds.

Each man was attended by one person, their own darling. Days passed as they recover in that village and the boys began to fall for their respective darlings.

When they're finally healed, they decided to to confess their love. But...

"No."

"No thank you."

"That's sweet but I don't feel the was same way."

"I don't trust guys like you."

"We literally meet a month ago. You can't call it love so soon."

They were all meet by rejection and will with various reasons. Some don't feel the same way, some were wary of love and refuse to be hurt, and some were just baffled on how quick they assumed to be in love.

The reaction varies, some to seem to understand and move on, some were hurt and some were angered by it. But once healed they ultimately they left, it has been months since the village has last saw them, and their memories of them soon began to fade.

Until their village was taken over by the armies of Karasuno, Seijoh, Nekoma, Fukurodani, Date tech Shiratorizawa, and Inarizaki.

Perhaps, their village wasn't up to date as they think if they didn't recognize the young men they rejected were of nobility.

[missmiyao]

Trapped (Bokuto Kotaro)

This is my first time posting fanfiction here. Please, be kind to me and my bad grammars. This is a story of Haikyuu!! Bokuto and you. Yes, no name mention but the story emphasize heavily on female reader.

Warning: Dark content, use of drug, rape, non consensual, blackmailing, cursing, use of alcohol, mention of making out, yandere.

It's such a blurry night. You don't even know where you're now. Hell, you don't even remember why you're here in the first place. The loud music, the sensual and awkward movements of people dancing, the way some people tried to grind on your ass- men and women, makes everything feels more hazy than before. 

Ah, you're in a nightclub. Finally, you remember.

You're not even want to be here in the first place. It's just some stupid reunion of Karasuno High School Volleyball Club. Hitoka Yachi, one of your closest friend and senior during high school- also your other partner as manager when she is in second year, begging that you would come with her.

Today is the day of the match of MSBY Black Jackals versus Schweiden Adlers and almost everyone from the high school club is here, celebrating in the nightclub. Also, there are a few members of Black Jackals around and you hate it. You want to go back home.

Now, you don't even know where Yachi is. Perhaps, she went to the bathroom. Perhaps, she's having one of the best hook up with her life with who's the guy again? Ah. Yamaguchi. Whatever it is, it's not your place to judge.

Everyone is now legal, you just turned 23 a few days ago. You barely finished your degree in college. Now, you just want to find a better job than you're working right now because your boss is such an ass even though you're just started working. Hell, you're in the company less than 3 months and chaos already ensued.

Your head feels throbbing, as if it's going to explode in a minute. You need to leave.

As you walk on the dance floor, just wanting to exit through the front door while pushing people that keep dancing and annoy you to no end, someone pulls your arm. You want to yell, really. Your head is pounding, and this person might be the cause if you drop dead right here and now.

"Hey! Going home already?" Someone calls for your name and seriously, you don't even know this guy well. Yes, he's someone in Black Jackals team but who cares?

You don't reply to his advances, simply shove away his hand that might be gripping way too hard on your arm. It's really painful or maybe, it's just an exaggeration? Maybe, you just drink too much tonight and need to call it a night.

"Hm." You said that after you feel he keeps tugging you, as if he didn't want you to leave. Perhaps it's just your imagination.

"Hey, you okay? You don't look good." Urgh, just fucking leave. You hesitate to answer now, but still, you pull away your arm from him before walks away. Maybe it's the heels you are wearing. Maybe it's just the alcohol but somehow, with the way you walk, you could even tell that you're not walking straight.

You wonder why.

The man immediately grab your waist as he noticed you're about to fall on your knees on the dance floor. He looks worried.

"Let's leave. You should sober up." You feel confuse all of sudden. Your legs feels wobbly. You're yawning too, you're sure of it. Yet, the feeling like you are about to collapse to the ground are also there.

You let the man brought you. You could not think of any way to survive this. He carefully hold your waist, slowly helps you to walk with him. Hm, did he called for cab? You didn't know. You could see he's using his phone but you could not even read the juggling words on the screen. 

You feels like the world is collapsing. Fuck, why everything feels so confusing?

Now, you're in a car with him. You could smell him since he's too close to your body. He's way taller, bigger than you but he hold you with such care. You leans to his chest, without any intention because your head hurts once again. You might be whimpering without you noticed too.

Somehow, your visions darkened right after the car stop.

*

You don't even know what is happening. The soft material of the duvet and the bed sheets greet your back and you feels like you're going to fall asleep. Deep slumber if you could. Some muttering from someone- the man that brought you here earlier is not something you could catch. You could not even hear shit. He's mumbling and you are sleepy.

You just want to sleep, that's all.

"So pretty... Finally, I could have you all by myself." 

Did you hear that wrong? Perhaps not. Maybe, you're really sleepy and start hearing things. Stupid drink, stupid alcohol, stupid reunion party. Stupid people that doesn't even want to hear your super pathetic life after graduation from high school.

You feel something pressed your body deeper into the sheets. It's very heavy. You feels like you're losing your breath at this moment. Although, the last thing you see is him- smiling like a psycho as he's going on top of your body. No way.

This must be a dream.

You hope so, but you immediately passed out.

*

It's the sound of fucking loud alarm that wake you up in the morning. You feels hazy a little, but otherwise, it is a good sleep. That's okay, until you feel the soreness coming from the lower part of your body. Confused is all you feel right now.

You don't want to think any of it, especially when you see a man is sleeping right next to you on the same bed. You want to yell, you want to scream at him. You want to hit him tons of times but you couldn't. Instead, you start crying, confused and feels vulnerable at this moment.

Whimpering mess, very, pathetic of you.

He suddenly woke up because of your damn crying. He looks irritated when his sleep has been interrupted, but when he sees you, he smile.

He smile as if he had done nothing at all.

"Good morning, sweet girl. How's your sleep?" He sounds so sweet like he always do. He always speak softly and sweetly to you when he meet you before. Even during high school. 

"I- I- what... What did you..." You can't say more words. Every syllable that you want to spit and throw at him stuck in your throat. Burning sensation is what you feel in your throat now.

"Shush, sweet girl. It's still early. Stupid alarm that Tsum Tsum set as prank for me. Let's just go back to sleep, okay?" He tap your cheek with both of his palms. He act as if you two are in relationship.

"Bokuto... I-"

"Shush. No worries. Everything will be all fine, ya?" No, it will not. What crack did he took?

"Why- why I'm here with you?" You could only speak as slow as your voice could get. Perhaps he didn't hear anything but at least you got your words out your pathetic mouth and that's an accomplishment.

"Oh! I brought you here." He smile. The curtains flapping a few times, so you could see the that the outside of your room you're now in is still dark. Indeed, it is still early.

"No. I mean, why I'm here- naked, under this sheets with you?" You feel like your heart is about to burst when you ask that question. Tears start forming in your eyes. It's such a surprised for Bokuto to see you cry so fast like this.

Never in his life he ever see you cry like that, not even when Karasuno won the third place during your second year in high school.

"Ah, that. Well listen sweet gi-"

"Did you raped me, Bokuto?" You cut his sentence, as your breath is going faster and faster each second. The dread of waiting for him to answer is not something you like. It's like a knife cutting your neck deeper and deeper each second passing.

"I would not call it rape, okay! We made love, and that's what happened last night." He wipes your tears, cooing you at the same time. His tone is stern, contradict to the soft acts he is doing now.

"No- No. Fuck, no! We did not make love or anything- I passed out. You- You took advantage of me during my vulnerable state!" You yelled at him, pushing away his hands away from you or at least your face. You feel disgusted.

Yes, you're not a virgin but this is not okay at all.

"Of course you passed out. You took a medicine." He pout when you hit his hands away. He moves a little bit, making the duvet fall from his upper body- showing his naked chest. 

"I took a what? Medicine? No. I did not do such thing. I don't even have medication that I should take!" You're tired talking to this man. You wanted to leave, but you feel weak. Your body could not move and your tears are flowing even more.

"Shhh. No, sweet girl. You did take a medicine. I put it in your drink last night. It worried me if it's not working but hey, it is!" He sounds way too happy. You wipes your tears, shaking your head in disbelief.

"You spiked my drink?!"

"That's a harsh way to put it in words, but I did put something in your drink." He didn't look guilty. You feel disgusted by this man- perhaps you should call him a pig, a menace to society and he should just die. 

He should-

"Don't even think that you can even leave me, or even tell anyone about this." His tone change and that scared you. It makes you shiver and you feel it up until your spine. You are just about to leave the bed, wanting to find at least pieces of your clothes.

"W- what? What makes you think I would keep quiet about this?" You stare at him, and he chuckles.

"I must say, you're really pretty even though you're sleeping. I could jack off of your pictures, video or anything that involves you for years. Hell, even forever." His words makes you cover your mouth. That's when you find a camera, resting just at the vanity table. You could see an indicator from the camera that it is still recording.

"Bo- You recorded us?"

"No one will ever see that if you keep your mouth shut, sweet girl."

*

"Woah, you two are dating? Congrats!" Yachi gives you a hug and you somehow managed to fake your smile and hug her back.

"Yeah..." It's such an awkward reply. It's so fucking awkward. 

Today is the All Star Special Match between Team A and Team B. The match doesn't start for a few hours but you're already here. You don't even want to be here in the first place. Yet, because of one thing... You're trapped. You're entangled to him to death or perhaps until he's bored of you.

"Woah, really? Congratulations Bokkun!" Atsumu suddenly appear out of nowhere with another member of Team A. You already feel embarrased. No- you want to kill yourself. Can the ground under you collapse and trap you underneath?

"Hahaha! Thanks. We might as well getting married sooner." What? Marriage? The fuck he's high about? You don't even agree on this stupid relationship in the first place. Why he insist of trapping you further?

You wants to cry, really. You look at Yachi in the eyes, hoping she see your 'help me' face but somehow, she looks excited. She looks beyond happy for the announcement of your so called marriage.

"What? Who's getting married?" Washio arrived too after he put away his phone- just after he called his older sister that wished him good luck.

"Bokuto." Kiryu tap Bokuto's shoulder, as if congratulating him and you.

Fuck, it's like everyone congratulating you and happy that he drugged you, raped you, blackmailed you and now, he wants to marry you? 

"Woah, congratulations. I didn't know you two have a thing for each other. Although, Fukurodani always know that this man here always looking at you." Washio smile a little bit and that's when you know, he's obsessed with you since high school. 

You never talk to him unless he speak first, but you only reply by gesture, too scared to talk to him because he look at you like a predator. Hell, he's not even a high school student during the first time you see him. He only came because he wants to see a man named Akaashi and during that time, he is in his semester break. How does little interaction leads to this?

What did you do in life to make him interested in you?

"Really? That's so sweet man!"

"Ya two don't even from same prefecture. Congrats again eh?" 

"Must be from training camp! Woah, love is blossoming!" 

No. It is not.

You want to yell at them that they are wrong. You want to tell them that Bokuto is a big fat liar, manipulator, rapist and he drugged and has a dirt of you. You see the video by yourself and you're not happy about it. It's real, and he has tons of back up when you tried to delete it from before.

Yet, you could only smile. Fake your smile, fake your gesture and such because in the end...

You're trapped, with him.

End

[loeyslover]

chatbot ai warnings: yandere behavior, stalking, manipulation

in the three years you’d been in university you’d never once cared for the loneliness you felt. university took up the majority of your time, and rent had to be paid one way or another so work kept you more than busy. no, it didn’t start until the windows fogged with condensation and the crisp leaves fell from the trees. that’s when the feeling crept in, the craving to have someone by your side; a pair of arms wrapped around your body at night, lips to kiss, a hand to caress your skin.

it wasn’t just about the physical contact, though. it was the mere desire to be loved and wanted, to have someone to converse with and have mutual interests. at least that’s what you told yourself, until you found comfort in a specific chatbot.

you thought it was a call for desperation, a blow to remind yourself of the fact that you were lonely enough to talk to some computer bot to feel a sense of companionship. “this is stupid,” you thought the first time around, only typing a greeting to the chatbot. the name across the screen read “bokuto”, and although the description was empty, his status displayed a green symbol, signalizing the bot was active. it started with simple conversations and responses, until the bot began asking questions about your day to day life with details it had no way of knowing. you had a bad day at school because of an exam? bokuto knew the reason you were sulking the remainder of the night. forgot to set your alarm the night before? bokuto reminded you to double check it before you turned the chat off.

it almost seemed like there was a real person behind the screen, like someone followed you around at school and watched you through the webcam on your laptop. if only you knew the reason your professors had stopped reprimanding you for late assignments and why the lingering old men at the diner you worked at no longer showed up.

the jackal had more than enough on his plate today with the upcoming trainings and tournament coming up, but he had to make sure to talk to you today. he couldn’t believe you still hadn’t noticed the blinking light of your webcam reminding you of the recording taking place, but he knew soon he’d make his presence known.

[narumi-gens]

Traditional Values

yakuza!Kita Shinsuke x f!Reader

summary: You’ve never known a yakuza to be boring. But what else could they mean when they say that Kita Shinsuke, the head of the most powerful yakuza group in Kansai, is traditional? 

warnings: 18+, smut, yakuza au, arranged marriage, inherent sexism and misogyny, smoking, mentioned drug and alcohol use, violence (sorry to the oc in this fic lol), blood, spit, oral (f receiving & mentioned m receiving), mild exhibitionism, orgasm control, possessive!kita, hinted yandere-ish behavior, implied dom!kita, fingers crossed he's not too out of character 🤞🏽, reader is a spoiled little yakuza princess, idk if reader is all that likable but I like her and that's all that matters

notes: I feel like I'm starting to specialize in chaos characters bc while Kita is not one in this fic, the reader certainly is. but a different kind of chaos.

words: 5.9k

minors, ageless, and blank blogs do not interact

The one word you hear over and over again when people talk about Kita Shinsuke, the head of the Inarizaki, the largest and most powerful yakuza group in Kansai, is traditional. 

Despite his current position, he comes from a long line of traditional rice farmers. Once he took power over the Inarizaki, he put in place a stricter, more traditional code of conduct that all members were expected to adhere to. Instead of partying away his nights in Kobe’s clubs and brothels, he spends his evenings in a traditional house in the Hyogo countryside. 

And he has traditional family values, with traditional expectations of what he wants in a wife. 

But you know that traditional really just means boring. 

Unfortunately, a traditional and boring life seems like all you're destined for because your father, the head of Kanto's largest yakuza syndicate, the Fukurodani, has decided to seal an alliance with the Inarizaki through marriage.

Specifically, your marriage to Kita. 

After all, you're a woman and a woman can't lead the yakuza. Your only value comes from how useful you can be as a tool to build alliances and cement power. You had at least just hoped that your father would have chosen someone more exciting for you to spend the rest of your life with.

While he would never stomach seeing you at the head of the organization, he could easily have married you off to his right-hand man and hand-picked heir, the Fukurodani's young and wild wakagashira, Bokuto Koutarou. After all, nothing would ensure an eventual smooth succession better than a marriage to his only child. 

And even if he decided you were more useful as a means of building his power rather than ensuring his legacy, there were still other options. 

There were plenty of crazy yakuza out there who would have kept your interest piqued if only your father had chosen to further consolidate his power in Tokyo or to look for an alliance up north rather than out west. 

But your father has made his choice and Kita has agreed and you have no say in the matter. It's not long before the young yakuza kumicho, along with his most trusted men in the Inarizaki, arrives in Tokyo to negotiate the finer details in person. 

And when you finally meet him at dinner with your parents, you can't say that you're impressed. 

He's polite. He's soft-spoken. He's respectful. He's so. utterly. boring.

As you sit next to him in a private room at one of Tokyo's finest restaurants, listening to him as he genially answers your mother's questions about his own upbringing and tells her about his close relationship with his grandmother, all you can think is, 'what a waste.'

Regardless of how handsome he is and how much his men seem to respect him and how powerful his position is, he's missing that wildness inherent to every true yakuza. 

By the time the plates are cleared and the manager of the restaurant is falling over himself to thank your father for his patronage, you’ve made your assessment of your new fiancé.

Kita is dull. 

It’s all you can think as he cordially thanks your father at the end of the evening. 

‘You’re so boring.’

It’s all you can think as he humbly accepts your mother’s compliments and adoration.

‘You’re so boring.’

It’s all you can think as he politely bids you goodnight with a bow, telling you softly how nice it was to meet you.

‘You’re so boring.’

You have to bite back the urge to say the words aloud, directly to his face, just to see what he would do. Would he drop his courteous smile? Would he clench his fists? Would he slap you?

‘You’re so boring.’

He would probably just look slightly taken aback before doing his best to laugh off any offense. 

“It was nice to meet you too, Kita-san,” you finally reply, your tone suggesting anything but. You feel the disapproval rolling off of your parents in waves and can already hear the lecture that awaits you once you’re alone with them. 

Your father will chastise you for the disrespect that you’ve shown to a new ally, and by extension him. He’ll sternly remind you that this is your duty as his daughter. If he’s really feeling irritable then he’ll light up a cigarette and grumble about how he’s spoiled you for too long and hopes that Kita has a firm hand.

Your mother, however, will almost certainly turn so shrill in her anger that you’ll want to cover your ears. She’ll berate you for insulting your husband-to-be. She’ll scold you for your clear disinterest and boredom through every course of dinner. She’ll then blame your father for being too lenient with you over the years, to which your father will respond by simply taking a long drag of his cigarette.

But in the present, Kita simply gives you a polite smile in return and the chorus continues in your head.

‘You’re so boring.’

Just because you’re now technically engaged doesn’t mean that you need to change how you live your life. If anything, you need to savor all the fun you can before you’re shipped off to Hyogo to spend the rest of your days popping out kids and taking care of some big, empty, country house with a man who’s less interesting than the rice his family grows. 

It’s not even an hour after you get home from dinner before you’re leaving once again. Only this time, you’re wearing something far more revealing and decisively less conservative than the formal kimono that your mother forced you into for your meeting with Kita — something meant to appeal to his traditional taste. 

Your current outfit is one that’s perfectly suited to the high-end clubs of Roppongi. Not that it really matters considering you’re tucked away in a private VIP room, away from the large crowds and deafening music and prying eyes. 

Normally, you would be surrounded by a group of your friends. But after being confronted with the man that you’ve been sentenced to marry and seeing the unending boredom in your near future, you've recognized that it also applies to your sex life. 

You’ve only spent a couple of hours with Kita, but it was more than enough to know that he probably prefers fucking in missionary with the lights off. The only orgasms that you can expect as a married woman will probably come from your vibrator — unless he decides that a vibrator isn’t traditional enough, in which case you’ll have to rely on your fingers exclusively. 

So, instead of the VIP room being filled with your friends, it’s just you and the man whose face is buried between your thighs, Ito Tatsuya. While your feelings towards Tatsuya tend to lie closer to ambivalence than anything else, his skilled tongue is more than enough to make up for it. 

With the way his lips are wrapped around your clit, it’s easy to ignore how he acts tougher than he truly is. He talks a big game but has refrained from acting on all of his talk and joining a yakuza group. Ultimately it works in your favor as no yakuza would dare lay a finger on the beloved daughter of the Fukurodani’s feared kumicho, knowing that doing so would bring the wrath of the entire criminal organization down on their heads. 

Tatsuya is the closest that you’ll get as he’s only tangentially affiliated with one of the few other powerful yakuza groups in Tokyo, the Nekoma organization. Although their power will never come close to the strength of the Fukurodani, your father has a good relationship with their kumicho, Nekomata Yasufumi. The two yakuza groups have had a strong alliance for decades. 

Likewise, Bokuto has his own sense of camaraderie and friendship with Nekomata’s wakagashira, Kuroo Tetsuro, whom you’ve had the pleasure of meeting on multiple occasions as you run in the same circles. Unfortunately, it’s never turned into anything more, despite your best efforts. 

Kuroo Tetsuro. That’s a man. That’s a real yakuza. 

If your luck was better and if relations with the Nekoma group were worse, you probably would have been married off to him rather than the snoozefest that you’ve ended up with. 

It’s easy to slip into the fantasy that it’s Kuroo whose grip feels scorching on your thigh, whose fingers are pumping in and out of your dripping cunt, whose tongue is lapping at your needy clit. The image in your head pushes you closer to the edge as your hips buck in time with his fingers. 

But just as you can see your orgasm within reach, your attention is yanked away from your pleasure when the door to the VIP room opens with a BANG! as it’s kicked in. You protest with a whine as Tatsuya lifts his head from between your thighs, pure murder written across his face at having been disturbed. 

Unaffected by the interruption, you use your grip on his hair to try and tug him back to his original task, but it’s of no use. He’s already removing his arm from around your thigh to reach back and pull out the gun that’s been tucked in the waistband of his pants. 

You're momentarily impressed that he would flaunt the country’s severe firearm restrictions. Although the effect is lost a few moments later when he sits up only to freeze, his features going slack.

When you finally turn your head to see who’s behind the disruption, you frown unhappily.

“Kita-san,” you greet with an irritated sigh. And even you know that you’ll never get Tatsuya’s mouth back on your pussy at this point and you release your hold on his hair with a resigned huff. 

Tatsuya scrambles to remove himself entirely from between your legs, carelessly dropping his gun onto the low table before the couch that you’re sprawled out across. He lifts his hands to show that they’re now empty and he’s not a threat, as if anyone would ever believe he was one.

You wonder if his panic stems from knowing exactly who it is that’s found you both in such a compromising position or if it’s solely due to how intimidating Kita and the two men on either side of him look. 

For as boring as he is, you’ll give him credit. The sight of him standing in the doorway, the black jacket of the same suit he wore to dinner draped across broad shoulders, his arms crossed casually over his chest, his expression giving nothing away, is impressive. Even if he didn’t have two of his underlings with him — one with grey hair and one with dark hair, both of them wearing similar looks of apathy — it would be more than enough to put the average person on edge.

However, you’ve spent your whole life surrounded by dangerous men, with dangerous men at your beck and call. 

So, as Tatsuya begins to babble, making excuses and insisting that he doesn’t want any trouble, you simply roll your eyes and push down your skirt just enough so that your pussy is no longer on display. But even in the low light of the VIP room, the insides of your thighs — and how they shine with the evidence of your rapidly-cooling arousal — are clearly visible. 

“Suna,” Kita says, his gaze fixed on you. The dark-haired man needs no further instruction before he’s moving past his oyabun towards Tatsuya. 

He easily grabs the cowering man from the couch by the front of his shirt and roughly shoves him to his knees on the floor, keeping him in place with one hand fisted tightly in his hair, just as yours had been only a few minutes earlier. 

Kita slips his jacket from his shoulders and in doing so, you catch a glimpse of the blood-red lining on the inside. He passes it to the man still at his side, who carefully folds it over his arm in a way that won’t leave any creases. He then methodically begins to unbutton and roll up the sleeves of his crisp white shirt, exposing his forearms and the large swaths of tattooed skin that extend almost to his wrists.

Part of you is surprised. Kita seems too dull to have even the smallest tattoo, let alone full tattooed sleeves. But another part of you knows how much significance tattoos have historically held to the yakuza and he’s nothing if not traditional. Your thighs unconsciously squeeze together as you imagine how far they spread over the rest of his body. 

The action doesn’t seem to escape his notice because he raises an eyebrow at you but makes no further comment before he turns to Tatsuya, who continues to plead for mercy. 

“Enough.” 

Kita doesn’t raise his voice. He doesn’t put any force behind the single word. Other than ensuring his sleeves are snugly held in place just below his elbows, he doesn’t even move. But there’s a danger to him that Tatsuya is quick to pick up on and his blubbering comes to an immediate halt. 

He fearfully waits for the silver-haired yakuza to go on and when he does, it’s probably not in the way he was expecting. Because rather than explaining who he is or why he’s there — which Tatsuya has probably figured out on his own by this point — Kita places a hand on the back of the kneeling man’s head. The other man, Suna, releases Tatsuya altogether, wordlessly deferring to his oyabun and taking a step back to give his boss space. 

The tension in the room is thick as Kita looks down at the trembling man on his knees, his face still as blank as it’s been since his sudden arrival. It snaps in an instant when he sharply yanks Tatsuya’s head down and his nose meets Kita’s raised knee with a sickening crunch! that would leave a less seasoned group of onlookers feeling queasy. 

As it stands, both Suna and the other Inarizaki man appear to be amused, entertained even. You get the sense that displays of this nature from the yakuza boss aren’t common. 

But as you see the blood pouring from Tatsuya’s nose and hear his howling and watch as your fiancé’s fist repeatedly makes contact with the man’s face, you feel none of that same amusement. You also don’t feel afraid or disgusted or concerned.

You’ve long grown desensitized to the violence associated with the yakuza. If anything, you can feel the boredom setting in once again. 

You reach out to the table in front of you for the ashtray where your cigarette rests, having set it down when Tatsuya buried his face in your pussy. However, as soon as you pick it up, a long column of ash falls from the end and you realize with a pout that it’s already burned down to the filter. 

The little noise of irritation you let out can’t be heard over Tatsuya’s pained cries or the brutal sound of fist meeting flesh again and again. You pull a new cigarette from the open pack on the table and perch it between your lips before grabbing your cheap lighter. 

Once it’s lit, you take a deep, contented inhale of smoke before exhaling a large cloud that sits atop the room before dispersing. You glance back to Kita and Tatsuya to find that the scene looks exactly the same as when you looked away — except for Tatsuya’s face is completely bloodied and already swelling, and he seems on the verge of passing out. 

“Really, Kita-san?” you finally ask with a yawn as you roll onto your side, your head pillowed by your bicep. 

He pauses, his fist raised mid-air, and looks over at you, his eyes roving over your lackadaisical sprawl across the couch. He wordlessly releases the front of Tatsuya’s shirt from his grasp, who then drops to the floor in a bloody mess. 

Suna immediately steps in to harshly kick the man over onto his stomach and places a heavy, threatening foot right on his spine. Not that it matters considering Tatsuya seems to be in and out of consciousness by this point. 

But your attention isn’t on Tatsuya; it’s on Kita as he approaches you, his pace unhurried. You’re slightly impressed that he’s barely out of breath from the beating he just delivered. He picks up the discarded gun from the table and in one smooth motion, pulls back the slide to look at the chamber before releasing the magazine to check it as well. 

“It’s empty,” he notes before tossing it to the man holding his jacket, who easily catches it and claims it for his own. A loud bubble of laughter escapes you at Tatsuya’s expense, finding it hilarious that the only marginally cool thing that you’ve ever seen him do was all for show. 

You slip your cigarette to rest between your smiling lips as your gaze flits between the other Inarizaki men and find that they too appear to think it’s funny. Suna even presses his foot harder into Tatsuya’s back with a smirk that only grows wider when he receives a groan in response. 

However, the yakuza boss doesn’t seem to share the humor that you and his men are feeling. He grabs the edge of the table and lifts it up just enough to tilt it and send everything on top of it to the floor with a dull crash. You frown at the waste of a barely touched bottle of champagne, a top-shelf bottle of whiskey, and Tatsuya’s small, unopened bag of cocaine.

Kita pays none of the mess any mind as he takes a seat on the edge of the table’s now cleared surface, directly in front of you. With you still laid out on the couch, you’re eye level with his knees. 

You look up at him and raise a challenging eyebrow, daring him to make his next move, daring him to keep you interested. You’re sorely disappointed when the first thing that he does is tug down your skirt to protect your modesty, something you find truly pointless considering the three men walked in on you in the middle of having your pussy eaten. 

The sensation of the backs of his fingers running along the skin of your thigh as he pulls on the fabric sends a small shiver down your spine and reminds you that you were interrupted before you could cum. You shift your leg to expose your inner thigh to him in a tempting invitation for him to finish what Tatsuya started, but he simply ignores your provocation and gives your skirt one final tug to ensure it’s in place. 

With a displeased roll of your eyes, you take another deep drag of your cigarette. But before you’ve finished, Kita plucks it from your lips and holds it aloft. He ignores your cry of protest as he waits half a moment for Suna to take it from him. You sit up in an effort to try and grab it back, but Kita’s fingers suddenly grip your chin hard enough that you think you’ll still feel them tomorrow.

He’s grasping you with the same hand that he used to pummel Tatsuya and you can feel how his fingers are warm and sticky with the man’s blood. It only takes a quick glance down to see that his knuckles are drenched in it.

With his hold keeping you in place, you’re unable to see what Suna does with your cigarette. However, you soon hear Tatsuya let out a low moan of pain and you have an idea. 

“That’s a filthy habit,” he says. His tone is rather benign but you’re certain that you’re being scolded. “I won’t have ya keepin’ it up as my wife.”

You let out an unattractive snort and hope your expression conveys just how unimpressed you are.

“They’re my lungs. If I wanna turn them black, that’s my right.” If he didn’t have your chin held so firmly, you would probably have stuck out your tongue and pulled down on your lower eyelid to taunt him.

“Yer rights extend only to the ones that I allow ya to have,” he comments and from any other man, there would be a threatening weight to his words. Kita, however, speaks them so casually that it sounds like he’s making nothing more than an absent observation of an indisputable fact.

You can only pout in return and he releases his grip to give your cheek a gentle, condescending pat. He then lifts his unbloodied hand out at his side with his palm facing up.

“Osamu.” 

The Inarizaki man with the grey hair is quick to come forward, his hand slipping inside the jacket that he’s still carrying to pull out something from the inner pocket and place it into Kita’s patiently waiting palm. He then returns to his previous spot near the door, ensuring that there’s a respectful distance between himself and Kita and you once more. 

The small, carefully polished wooden box that he’s been given piques your interest. When he opens the lid, your eyes widen at the ring sitting inside of it. It’s elegant and beautiful — a traditional round diamond set atop a thin, pavé diamond band. It manages to avoid being ostentatious while still leaving no doubt about its expensive price tag, and therefore the status of the man who gave it to you. 

For such a boring man, he apparently has good taste. 

Your left hand moves on its own as you lift it for him expectantly. There’s the briefest flash of amusement in his eyes — the first real emotion that you’ve seen from him. But he wordlessly takes the ring from the box and slips it onto your third finger. 

The first instinct you have as soon as you feel the cool metal on your skin is to bring it to your face so that you can examine your new engagement ring more closely. But he grabs your hand so suddenly to keep it in place that it startles you. 

You raise your gaze to see that his own is glued to the ring that you’re now wearing. His thumb gently sweeps across the band and the gesture is a sharp contrast to how tightly his fingers are clasped around yours.

“See this?” He nods towards the ring, as if there were anything else that he could be referring to. “It’s not just a beautiful ring on yer pretty finger. It's a symbol of our commitment — yer commitment to me.” 

It’s slight, barely even noticeable, but there’s an edge to his tone that’s been missing all night. You can suddenly imagine how it is this young, unassuming man with his calm and collected temperament worked his way to the top of the most powerful yakuza syndicate in Japan.

He takes a long moment to pause thoughtfully and it seems so natural that you wonder if this is a common occurrence when he speaks. You suppose you’ll have the rest of your life to figure it out.

“I have a lot of respect for yer father,” he breaks the silence, confusing you with the direction that he’s chosen to take your conversation. “He’s built one of the most sophisticated operations in the country. He’s a smart man who’s surrounded himself with people he can trust, who would take a bullet or a prison sentence for him without question. I won’t hesitate to say that he’s earned his reputation.”

He sounds sincere, but you still have no idea where he’s going with this. If this were anyone else, in any other situation, you would ask if he was more interested in marrying your father than interested in marrying you. You have enough self-awareness to know that doing so with Kita wouldn’t go well — but only just.

“He’s a man of honor and I don’t mean to insult him.” He pauses again, this one shorter than the previous one. However, something about it feels heavier and when he finally looks back up at you, his eyes are much colder.

“The Fukurodani may be the most powerful syndicate in Kanto, but when it comes down to it, no one can match the power and numbers of the Inarizaki,” he states. 

Maybe it’s the matter-of-fact way he says it, maybe it’s how composed his expression is despite the events of that evening, but you’re suddenly incredibly aware of how his grip on your fingers has slowly tightened over the last few minutes, almost bordering on painful.

“I already own everythin’ from Kansai to Kyushu. If I wanted Tokyo, I could come and take it.” You believe him. While your father won’t let you in on his operations, you’re far from clueless about the politics of the criminal underworld, including who has power and how much. 

And Kita is right. The Fukurodani are the most powerful group in Kanto, one of the most powerful groups in all of Japan — second only to the Inarizaki. If a war broke out between the two over control of the country’s capital, it would be a hard and bloody conflict but the Inarizaki would undoubtedly be the victors. 

This marriage benefits your father more than it does Kita. 

“Maybe one day I will. The alliance doesn’t really matter,” he tells you. But while he looks slightly pensive as he speaks, the corners of your lips begin to slowly turn upwards. 

“Then what is it you want, Kiiiiitaaa-saaaan?” you ask, playfully stretching out his family name — what will soon be your family name. 

The coldness in his demeanor seems to melt, although not into anything that could ever be considered close to warm. If you had to describe it, you would probably call it patronizing.

“Y’know they call ya Tokyo’s yakuza princess?” he replies and your smirk widens. It takes some effort with how tight his grip is, but you manage to wiggle your fingers just loose enough to intertwine them with his.

“Do they?” you ask innocently, as if you haven’t proudly worn the title over the years. You look at him knowingly through your lashes. “Even in the Hyogo countryside?”

“Even in the Hyogo countryside,” he answers mildly, briefly humoring you and you reward him with a pleased grin. 

“Oh really?” you muse, bringing your joined hands up to your lips to lightly skim them along his bloody and torn knuckles. 

His tolerance seems to have hit its limit because he quickly yanks his hand from yours to grab your jaw, his fingers digging into your cheeks so roughly that you give a small wince. His hand is large enough that it covers your mouth almost entirely. 

If anyone else were in your position, they would most likely be trembling in fear. You can only smile into his palm, the mischief mirrored in your eyes.

Kita doesn’t come across as a man who often — if ever — gives into temptation. But although his patience with you has grown thin, he seems willing to allow himself just one small indulgence.

His hand shifts so that he can slowly run his thumb across your lips, leaving behind a sticky smear of blood in its wake. As his touch reaches your cupid’s bow, you slightly part your lips to press a soft kiss to the pad of his thumb before opening your mouth and catching it between your teeth.

You use just enough pressure so that he can’t simply slip it free. The metallic tang of blood is strong on your tongue as you brush it teasingly against the tip, your gaze meeting his coyly. You close your lips around his thumb and give it a light suck that would have a lesser man on his knees, begging for you to let him between your thighs. 

Kita reacts with a thoughtful hum and nothing else, not even the most minute muscle twitch.

“Tokyo’s spoiled little yakuza princess whose father lets her get away with whatever she wants,” he remarks, entirely unbothered even as you continue to suckle on his thumb while he speaks. “I won’t be anywhere near as lenient with ya. And I won’t have ya makin’ a fool outta me just because we’re not married yet.”

Although the danger is there, completely unmistakable, his voice lacks the menacing tone that should accompany his words. Instead, they’re low and soft, caressing your ears like a lover’s would, luring you in seductively. 

Impulse control has never been something that you’ve practiced; it’s never been something that you’ve needed to practice. In an act of utter shamelessness, you take his free hand, the one casually hanging from his knee, and place it high on your bare thigh. 

When you try to slide it further under the hem of your skirt, which has already begun to ride up since he tugged it down, you find that his hand is immovable. His fingers dig into the fat of your thigh, sinking into your soft skin with the weight of both his grip and his possessiveness. 

“Yer mine now,” he tells you, his voice still gentle and entirely at odds with his burning touch and the taste of blood in your mouth. “I don’t need to wait for paperwork or a ceremony to make it official.”

His heavy gaze drops down to look pointedly at how you’re thighs are squeezing together, even as he keeps one of them firmly in place. He then slowly drags it back up to meet yours, leaving a scorching trail in its wake. 

“I’m not just gonna give ya whatever it is ya ask for.” The words are a threat, even if he speaks them like a promise. “If ya want somethin’ from me, yer gonna have to earn it.”

Right now, there’s only one thing that you want from him and it's at the forefront of your mind.

“But I didn’t get to cum,” you whine around his thumb, your pitiful complaint slightly muffled. 

Osamu and Suna’s matching looks of disbelief go unnoticed by you and Kita, neither man ever having imagined that someone would dare to say something so brazen to their fearsome oyabun. 

There’s a flash in Kita’s eyes and the corner of his mouth twitches upwards for a fraction of a second. Both happen so quickly that you only notice because he has your rapt attention and it slowly dawns on you. 

He likes it. He likes your audacity. He likes your impertinence. He likes how you sound like the spoiled brat that you are. He likes that he has Tokyo’s spoiled little yakuza princess squeezing his hand between her thighs and sucking on his thumb as she pathetically pleads with him to make her cum. 

His thumb is slick with your saliva as he slips it from your mouth despite your efforts to keep it where it is by trying to sink your teeth deeper into it. He leaves a quickly-cooling trail of spit on your skin as he readjusts his hold on your jaw, once again digging his fingers into the hollows of your cheeks. The action only exaggerates the pout that you’re already giving him. 

“And ya won’t again ‘til we’re married. I don’t care if it’s with someone else. I don’t care if it’s with yerself. The next time ya do will be on our wedding night.” He pauses, letting the silence hang over the room so that the impact of his next words is truly felt. “If yer good.”

You let out a displeased noise in protest but it goes ignored as he uses his grasp on your jaw to move your head a bit to the side so that you’re looking over his shoulder and directly at the grey-haired Inarizaki man behind him.

“This is Osamu. He’s gonna be stayin’ in Tokyo for a bit.” He gives you a single wave in acknowledgment from where he stands. “Yer father’s already agreed to it.”

The implication is clear: Osamu is to be Kita’s eyes and ears in Tokyo. If you act in any way that’s unbefitting of your new status as the woman set to marry the Inarizaki’s kumicho, he’ll certainly know. 

“You’ll be seein’ a lot of him,” he tells you as he returns your focus back to him. He then leans forward, closing the gap between you to tenderly press a light kiss to your forehead, his lips moving against your skin with his next words. “So, be good for me.”

He sits back and meets your gaze expectantly and it’s clear that he wants your assurance that you’ll do as told. You give a childish roll of your eyes and his grip tightens in warning.

“I’ll be good,” you reply, the words feeling foreign on your tongue but they seem to appease him. 

However, his eyes soon land on your lips and then narrow. It’s a small movement, but the temperature of the room seems to drop with it. His next question is spoken as softly as everything else he’s said that night, but there’s a new kind of gravity to it, one that promises danger should he receive an answer that he doesn’t like. 

“Did ya use yer mouth on him?” 

It’s clear that Tatsuya’s life depends on your response. Luckily for him, there’s only one answer that you can give. 

“I don’t suck cock,” you say and it’s only because Kita is grasping so tightly onto your jaw that you don’t physically turn your nose up at the suggestion of you getting on your knees. 

But then something unexpected happens. The calm and carefully controlled expression on Kita’s face softens into something finally approaching fondness, a faint smile forming on the straight line of his lips. 

“You will for me,” he promises and you raise a challenging eyebrow, even as your own grin begins to grow.  

“I will?” you ask playfully and he nods.

“You will if ya wanna be good,” he’s kind enough to remind you and there’s a strange fluttering in your stomach that you’ve never experienced before. 

“Yes, Shin-kun,” you smile, and despite barely having had any of the champagne that’s now spilled across the floor, you feel drunk.  

You hardly wait for Kita to order his men to leave with a firm but impassive, “out,” before sliding from the couch and sinking to the floor between his parted legs. Your knees already ache from the unfamiliar sensation of resting against such a hard surface. 

The weight of his hand on the back of your neck burns as you rub your cheek against the expensive fabric of the slacks covering his muscled thigh. As you reach for the buckle of his belt, you look up at him to find him watching you ravenously. 

It absently occurs to you that throughout the entire evening, you never once heard him raise his voice. Even when he was brutally assaulting Tatsuya, he never seemed angry or bothered. No matter the situation, he remained unfazed.

But as you slide a hand inside of his pants to grip his half-hard cock through the soft material of his boxers, you can see it. Underneath his composed visage and mild temperament, burning bright in his shining and hungry eyes, is a dangerous flame — one that threatens to consume you and every inch of Tokyo in a devastating and all-consuming blaze. 

Maybe Kita Shinsuke isn’t as boring as you thought.

[yanderecrazysie]

what would some of the haikyuu yanderes do if their darling has severe trauma from being verbally abused when she was 13 and she saw the three people who would abuse them (i definitely didnt just go running to hide from them while bawling my eyes out and shaking-)

I hope you’re doing better! I unfortunately can relate ): Seeing abusers again is so stressful and it feels like it’s happening all over again. I hope you can avoid them for the rest of your life, my precious anon.

I wasn’t sure which characters to use so I did a ton of them. The more the merrier, and I hope at least one is comforting for you!

Pairings: Lots of Haikyuu characters x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, referenced past abuse, violence (fighting), murder, threats, panic attacks, abusers should go to jail for life imho

Summary: When you come face-to-face with your abusers from years prior, how will your yanderes react when they see you fall apart?

KARASUNO

Daichi

Daichi’s level-headed but angry. His voice is booming when he tells them to back off. He puts an arm around your waist possessively and doesn’t let go until your abusers are out of sight.

Sugawara

Sugawara focuses a lot on trying to make you feel safe. He’s whispering comforting words as he leads you away from those awful people and he only touches you if you are okay with it, since he knows that can be triggering to some people. He’ll defend you if necessary, but he’s more worried than threatened.

Asahi

Asahi may be a little bit of a coward, but he’s aware that he’s “scary-looking” and uses that to his advantage. Your abusers wouldn’t dare go after you when a guy like Asahi stands between you and them. He’s happy to see them leave without having to fight, but a part of him wishes he could punch them in their evil faces.

Tanaka

Tanaka is not afraid to fight at all. He’ll pull off his shirt and whirl it around his head like a lasso while he yells things like “Want a piece of me?” and “That’s right, you better run!” While a fight might not break out, it’s possible. And Tanaka will leave them bloody and bruised if needed.

Nishinoya

Nishinoya would instigate a fight, furious that they would dare hurt someone as precious as you. The moment they say something scathing, he’s on them like a small hurricane. He’s not the best fighter, so he might come out on the losing side, but he’s not going to give up.

Tsukishima

He’s taunting them the moment you show fear. He does his best to draw their attention away from you and onto the mocking, button-pushing jerk who seems to know just what to say to piss them off. When they’re finally slunk away, he’s gentler and buys you ice cream or your favorite treat, even though he doesn’t know what to say to make you feel better.

Yamaguchi

Yamaguchi is trembling like a leaf when he tells them to “g-go away!” He’s better at comforting you later on, fretting over you and helping you take deep breaths if you’ve gone into a panic attack. He’ll squeeze your hand tightly and tell you that he’ll never let anyone hurt you ever again.

Hinata

Hinata might feel a little afraid, but he’s still claiming to know karate and giving your abusers a death glare. He doesn’t care if he gets beat up, as long as it gives you time to run away and hide yourself from them. He’s glad when they back off because it means he can now focus on making you feel better.

Kageyama

Kageyama is intimidating even when he’s not angry. And right now? He’s angry. It takes him a little while to catch on that you’re afraid (he’s a little dense), but when he does, he’s frightening the abusers away with threats of serious violence.

FUKURODANI

Akaashi

Akaashi’s quiet in his rage and decides to pull you away so you don’t have to be around them anymore. If they follow, he’ll be sure to call the police, but most likely, he’ll just focus on trying to keep you calm and keep you away from those monsters.

Bokuto

Bokuto’s normally such a happy guy, so seeing him upset is a little scary. When he’s done scaring your abusers away, he’s all over you like an excited puppy, doing everything he can to cheer you up. He’ll find your abusers again later, if he can, and make sure they never come anywhere near you ever again.

AOBA JOHSAI

Oikawa

His threats come out sounding almost charming, even if his words are anything but. He can be intimidating when he wants to be and it sends shivers down everyone’s spine. Once they’ve left, he’s spoiling you like nobody’s business to get your mind off of it.

Iwaizumi

He throws the first punch, no doubt about it. He already knows what they look like because you’d shown him pictures when he demanded to see who hurt you, but this is the first time he’s seen them in person. He may go so far as to “accidentally” kill them if he beats them up too much.

Kyoutani

Kyoutani, on the other hand, will kill them outright. He’s not afraid to get his hands dirty, not when it’s for you. He’s not good at comforting you, so he’ll just get rid of the threat once and for all.

NEKOMA

Kuroo

Kuroo knows what’s happened to you, so when you begin to have a panic attack, he immediately knows what’s going on. He’s quick to stand between you and them, speed walking you away or even scooping you up into his arms and carrying you away. A part of him wishes they’d start a fight, but he doesn’t want to upset you more than they have.

Kenma

Kenma is not a fighter and he wants to avoid it as much as possible. But he still cannot forgive your abusers and is sure to give them a nasty stare. He’ll try to distract you from your fear by leading you away and having you play his handheld video games until you’ve nearly forgotten about the incident.

Lev

Lev is an oblivious guy, so he doesn’t see that they have upset you for a little while. When he does, he’s confused and whispers with you to figure out what’s going on. When it finally dawns on him, he picks you up and carries you away, speed walking with those long legs of his until you’re far, far away from those awful people.

Yamamoto

Pretty much the same as Tanaka, he’s raring for a fight and intimidating your abusers away with a borderline laughable attitude. His antics might cheer you up a little, especially when he’s chased them away.

DATEKO

Aone

He’s so big and frightening, I doubt your abusers will come anywhere near you. You can hide behind his back and cling to his shirt while he gives your abusers a pants-peeing-worthy glare.

Koganegawa

Similarly to Lev, it takes him a long time to figure out what’s going on, but he misunderstands the situation. He’ll walk right up to them and demand to know why they’re staring at his girlfriend and tells them that he doesn’t like it. This man is tall so they probably don’t want to have anything to do with him, squeaking out an apology and scurrying away.

SHIRATORIZAWA

Ushijima

He’s also intimidating without trying and will also march right up to your abusers. He asks them in a rumbling voice if they want to leave or get hurt, and they choose the former. He’s not a man of many words, so he kind of strokes your head and gives you all the affection you want afterwards.

Tendou

Similar to Tsukishima, Tendou is calling out mocking things with half-lidded eyes. He makes sure to hammer in the point that you’re his girlfriend and he’s not happy with what they’ve done. He’ll put an arm around you or hug you close out of both possessiveness and care.

Semi

Semi’s a death glare kind of person, putting an arm around your waist to lead you away. Seriously, if looks could kill, your abusers would be 6 feet under. He complains loudly about how stupid they are and how much he wishes he could kill them, hoping that will cheer you up and frighten them away.

Reon

He’s a laid-back guy and looks to solve the situation peacefully, even if he’s furious deep-down. He informs them that he’ll call the police if they harass you, and that’s not an idle threat. He’ll pull out his phone the minute they start anything, and he’ll defend you if it comes down to it. Most likely, he’ll focus on helping you calm down and feel safe.

Goshiki

Goshiki’s eager to prove what a great boyfriend he is, so he’s putting on a tough guy attitude as soon as he realizes what’s going on. He’s a bit dorky while doing it, so it might end up being more humorous to you than scary, but it does its job and he’s cuddling you close in no time.

Shirabu

Scathing remarks towards them, just utterly cruel jeers that hit them right where it hurts. He’s not going to fight them, probably, but he’ll definitely piss them off while leading you away. He’s not great at comforting you, but he’ll probably be extra affectionate when you’re away from them, if you’re okay with that.

INARIZAKI

Osamu

The more rational of the twins, he’s quick to pull you away and work on calming you down. He reminds you that you’re safe with him, that they can’t hurt you anymore, and that he’ll always be there for you. Inside, he’s seething mad at just the sight of them.

Atsumu

The less rational of the twins, he’s a mixture of rude remarks and threats towards them, acting possessively while showing that he’s ready to fight if needed. He’s kind of boastful in his taunting, if that makes sense, and he does a great job at showing off what they can no longer have- you.

Kita

Kita is pretty quiet and tries to pretend like nothing’s happening while he brings you away. He quietly asks if you’re okay and will drive you home to make sure you’re as far away from them as possible. You might not be sure that he really cares until the next day, when he’s brought you a basket of all your favorite things (treats, a plushie of your favorite animal, etc.) to cheer you up. 

Aran

Aran is normally a calm, level-headed, mature person… but when he sees you panicking, backing up and breathing hard at the sight of those that hurt you? Well, he loses it a little.

He’s yelling at them to back away, puffing himself up to look as tough as possible. He’s not a small guy, so whoever’s coming at you is going to be hesitant to go any further. Aran stands between you and the abusers to make sure they don’t try anything and stays that way until they slink away, tails between their legs.

Suna

 Death glares and makes remarks to you that are just loud enough for your abusers to hear and be offended by. He also films them to have evidence of their harassment, in case they try anything stupid. He makes fun of them to help cheer you up and makes sure you know that they can’t hurt you ever again.

[shingo-naizuke]

•~•My Masterlist WIP•~•

•°Ikemen vampire°•

Arthur Conan doyle

Vincent Van Gogh

Theodorus Van Gogh

Napoleon Bonaparte

Leonardo Da Vinci

Isaac Newton

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Jean d'Arc

Le Comte

'The cruel Prince'

Cardan Greenbriar

-*Shatter me*-

Kenji Kishimoto

Aaron Warner

○Bsd○

▪︎Armed Detective agency▪︎

Dazai Osamu

Ranpo Edogawa

Kunikida Doppo

Atsushi Nakajima

¤Port Mafia▪︎

Chuuya Nakahara

Akutagawa Ryunosuke

♧Decay of Angel♤

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Nikolai Gogol

Sigma

•~Hunting Dogs~•

Jono Saigiko

Tetcho Suehiro

♥︎Guild♠︎

Edgar Alan Poe

Francis Scott Fitzgerald

{Haikyuu}

~•°Karasuno°•~

Tsukishima Kei

Tobio Kageyama

Hinata Shoyo

Yamaguchi Tadashi

Koshi Sugawara

Yuu Nishinoya

●Aoba Johsai○

Toru Oikawa

Akira Kunimi

¤Nekoma¤

Kenma Kozume

Lev Haiba

Tetsuro Kuroo

☆Fukurodani☆

Kotaro Bokuto

Kenji Akaashi

◇Shiratorizawa◇

Wakatoshi Ushijima

Tsutomu Goshiki

Eita Semi

Satori Tendo

♧Inarizaki♧

Shinsuke Kita

Osamu Miya

Atsumu Miya

■Genshin■

Scaramouche

Diluc

Kaeya

Venti

Tighnari

Kaveh

Heizou

Baizhu

Childe

-~•°Honkai star rail°•~-

Blade

Dan Heng

Jing Yuan

Gepard

Sampo Koski

Loucha

Welt

Arlan

Genre i write

Smut

Fluff

Angst

Comfort

What I don't write

Rape

Yandere tendencies (I will write it sometimes, but to my liking, I won't write yandere tendencies like non-consensual or things like that)

Smut with minors (all characters will be grown up)

Kinks like pissing or vomiting

Torture

Character x character

Oc x character

Toxic relationships

Requests are open :)

English in not my first language so, sorry for any mistake

[depravitycentral]

Lee's Masterlist

For haikyuu, this masterlist is divided up by individual teams - so pick your poison!

Quick reminder that all of my content is yandere, so please proceed with caution! Also, for haikyuu absolutely everything is set post timeskip!

Haikyuu

Karasuno

Nekoma

Aoba Johsai

Fukurodani

Shiratorizawa

Inarizaki

Miscellaneous

Hunter x Hunter

Boku no Hero Academia

Kimetsu no Yaiba

General, multifandom:

Men that whimper during sex

Men that like watching you touch yourself

Sex Competency/my personal philosophy on 'sex gods'

With a darling that speaks another language

How long do they keep their virginity?

Poly yandere couples in hxh (also mentions possible pairings in kny, bnha, and haikyuu too)

How they orgasm

[kikyan]

Hello! Today is my birthday 😄 so I was wondering that how haikyuu teams like Karasuno high, aoba johsai, nekoma high, fukurodoni high would celebrate their girl manager's birthday?

Can you write this please?

Thank you❤

Happy birthday! If it's on the 21st then congrats and I am writing this at 11:09 PM so I'm have to hurry tf up to make it.

Starting off, you're a manager for said teams! Let's kick it off!

Karasuno

So this team I think is the most 'family' orientated. Granted we do see a lot more of them than any other team so that could also be a reason. When they see Yachi who is a new girl at the start of the second season, they are quick to welcome her and help her get settled. So I think you can expect great things from them!

I can think of maybe when you end up going to practice after school, the gym is dark and you're left wondering, just what is going on? That's when the lights hit and a loud "SURPRISE!" along with party cracker and streamers hits you smack on the face. They try their best to 'do' something as a group.

They'd give you presents but those who didn't know what to get you offer to get you something later or ask if you want a favor in return. Like homework help or maybe going on a small trip. I think they'd be ecstatic to plan a group trip in honor of your birthday if you'd like!

I think the third years would be a bit more calm and collected. Those four would probably be the ones to give you an actual gift since they probably organized the event. Though, Kiyoko probably organized a lot more of it. The second years, they probably all joined together and are thinking of taking you somewhere whereas the first years probably offered to do your homework or small tasks here and there.

Aoba Johsai

Okay so I think based on how close they are, Iwaizumi probably ended up taking the reigns. The other three probably either forgot or were going to give you a half-assed gift on the day of but make it up to you later. Iwaizumi probably scolded them harshly and made sure they got you a proper gift for your birthday!

The first years probably looked up to Iwaizumi and also got you something small. I lowkey headcanon that Kyotani and Yahaba got into an argument about what to get you because Kyotani wants to get you the perfect gift and Yahaba thinks what he wants to get isn't perfect.

They probably organized a little get together after practice like going out to eat. They probably had a practice game between them and made a bet, the team that loses has to pay for the birthday dinner. Overall, they have a bit of formality? I think the younger ones like the first and second years have respect whereas the third years have a more casual friendship with you.

Nekoma

My personal favorite team god I love these mfs. Anyways, I think they are a mixture of both formal and causal. I think that because of the way they are they are more friendly and casual with you. So the third years are probably the closest ones with you. I see them wanted to go and eat or go somewhere fun to celebrate.

The second years have respect for you and are a bit close. Kenma would offer to go to an arcade or somewhere active (like a place where you have to do something ex. arcade, amusement park, escape rooms, etc.). Yamamoto would slighly agree because I see him as the type to go with whatever you choose. The first years would be a little shy but none the less voice their opinions about what to do.

Fukurodani

So I think you would most definitely reach past formality. Bokuto is 50/50. He either forgot and feels really bad or he has been planning from day one. The other team members are there to make sure he doesn't go over board but they also chip in to help out.

The rest of the team is way much more prepared and organized, they probably give you small gifts here and there while also planning a dinner party of some sort.

[midnightlee25]

Love sick (yandere Bokuto x reader)

Every day was the same and he was always there

Every day was always the same you would come to school and there he would be waiting at the gate for you. No matter how tired he was he would brighten as soon as he saw you.  

After that He wouldn't leave your side for the rest of the day. It wouldn't matter if you wouldn’t in the same year as him, he would walk you to each and every class (whether it was the opposite side of the building or not) talking away about anything and everything. At this point you just go along with it (even if you did try and tell him off it wouldn't work.) it's not like he's hurting anything anyways, just being friendly.  

For the most part he just follows you around and talks, although he will drag you to his practices but don't worry, he’ll walk you home if it gets too dark! He doesn't seem to mean any harm just being friendly.

However, you did start to notice something though, lately there's been fewer and fewer people. They talked about not walking at night alone and such but that didn't seem to help. With all the disappearances he began to get much closer just in case! He would say with a bright smile. So now he would just meet you outside your house, however that was not the only time he popped up out of nowhere.  

Anytime you went out he would seem to just show up, whether it was when you were with friends or just by yourself. Funny meeting you here! He would play it off as just being in the area. As time went on it seemed like you both were the only ones in the world.  

Isn't this nice? Just the two of us! After a while he did start to act a bit different as will. He became clingier, even when you told him you needed space, he just didn't get it. The more you tried to stay away from him the more manic he became.  

You started to find flowers that were laying on your bed, locker, desk just about everywhere along a ‘love letters’ that begin sweet but would turn dark with promises of love and for the future.  

The talons he has on you are tightening

You tried to tell people what he was doing but no one believed you, why would they? he's done nothing wrong at least nothing you can prove.  However, no matter how much you fight or resist because once he has his talons in you...

...He will never let go...

...he will never give up…

...he will never stop…

...he will never stop loving you…

...he's just too love sick...

[cherry-writes-yanderes]

Yandere Akaashi Headcanons (Haikyuu)

Warnings: gender neutral reader, yandere behavior, implied kidnapping, stalking

Damn, he’d be one of the most quiet

But I also think he would be one of the most dangerous

He’d stare from across the room, and it would be easy because he’s usually in the back of the classroom

If you come to a volleyball game, oh dear, be prepared to see him looking right at you

More in shock that you came to see him play than anything

Well…you didn’t really come to see him, but you did look at him!

Once.

That’s all he needs

You’re so precious, with your cute little smile and pretty face

How could he resist?

He finds you interesting as well, seeing you as unique compared to others

I feel that Akaashi is aware of his obsession

It hits him like a truck one day, after following you home to make sure you were safe

“I’m obsessed…”

When he gets home, he has to sit down and take it all in

Is this really what his life has come to?

Obsessing over some person that barely knows he exists?

The despair falls into awareness and rationalization

What if this is normal?

Is this just how love feels and he doesn’t really know it?

Are you “the one” that people always talk about?

Maybe…

He won’t let you out of his sight after that

I think that he wouldn’t abduct you until the very last minute

He’d plan it out so thoroughly

The poor boy has five backup plans ready just for his initial backup plan

You never stood a chance.

~

A/N: Akaashi is so pretty x3 I might write a full oneshot for him sometime! Thanks for reading!~

[solarisensun]

Delusional Fool (1)

Yandere! Bokuto Koutarou x Reader 

Request by anon : could i request some non con yandere!bokuto with a breeding kink?

- I split this into TWO parts, will include the kink in the next part! This was pretty dark at first but i lightened it up just a lil bit :) This is my first time writing a full length about bjs like ahhh I promise the next part will be proper ‘smut’ 

Warnings : Yandere themes, NSFW “noncon”, “smut”, blackmail mentions. All characters are aged up +18+ 

Fukurodani’s ace has a massive crush on you, its a pity you don’t feel the same way. 

Pt 1 | Pt 2 

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Bokuto Koutarou had always tried his best to look on the bright side.

You don’t want to sit with him in lunch? Its fine, he’ll just sit with Akaashi instead. He gets a good view of your animated talks with your friends from this angle anyway. 

The way your face just lights up and your bento box on the table tips precariously when you brush against it, too caught up in telling the story to notice, he just wished you would talk to him that way…. You laugh, a melodic chime that reminded him of summertime. He nearly drops everything right there and then just to scoop you in a hug.

You aren’t there to watch the volleyball match? No worries! He will just drop the recordings in your locker, they are mostly highlights of his best spikes and serves. You’ll appreciate it right? He even slipped a small letter alongside that proclaims his feelings!

Imagine his surprise when he finds the same unopened letter and recordings arranged in a neat pile on his desk. Your neat handwriting looped on an extra piece of paper, “Don’t send me anymore messages.” Bokuto reads your note again, again, and again.  Each time his eyes scan over your words, no, it’s a personal  heartfelt message, the giddy grin grows broader.

Suddenly it all made perfect sense, the same clarity that settles over whenever he gets a good view of a clean spike and set from Akaashi that blows past a 3-man block. Along with the thrilling rush of exhilaration, the sense like he’s standing on top of the entire world.

You were simply too shy to come near him!

He isn’t worried in the slightest bit, the two of you are practically fated to end up together anyway. I mean, it’s no coincidence that your favourite number is 4 or how do you explain the fact that your profile picture on social media is an adorable illustration of a small grey owl right?

Sure there’s the glaring issue that concerns the fact that the two of you had barely talked throughout the three years of high school except for the one time where the two of you were paired up for a Chemistry project (he remembers every single detail about that particular project). But as Akaashi had said when he asked him for advice – baby steps, he already knew everything there was to learn about you.

It was time to take things to the next step.

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“You are not thinking straight.” You blurt out before you can stop yourself.

Bokuto doesn’t even waver at your cold tone. He knows the signs, the tinge of red painting your cheeks, the way your flinching away from his approaching figure. The harsh slam of the door swinging shut makes you jump even higher. Why were you being so shy?

It had taken him a lot of hard-earned work to track down your daily schedule. How you always swam for 2 hours in the school’s pool everyday. How the swim team would hand you the key for you to lock up after the first hour, leaving you alone, alone in the large gym. Fukurodani is a sprawling school, the size of the academy alone would swallow your screams into silence.

The both of you know it. The fact makes your heart pound uncomfortably against your ribs.

By now, he has all but cornered you against the wall. The uneven ridges dig almost painfully into your back, but there’s no escape, trapped between the cement and Bokuto. You knew him in an instant. Scratch that, who didn’t? The ace and captain of the famous volleyball team, a gifted athlete on the bright path of going pro already. A national favourite spiker.

As far as you could remember, he always just seemed to be there. Lingering at the corner of your eye, lining up behind you in the cafeteria, sitting on a nearby table in the library. It was hard to ignore him, his mere presence seemed to swallow up a whole room, paired with his boisterous laughter, his sunny smiles or exaggerated reactions. You thought it was normal, you shared a handful of his classes after all, but aside from the occasional exchange of murmured greetings, you had never gotten to know Bokuto to a personal level. They had said he was friendly, comical, a popular student amongst the school campus.

You’d be bluffing if you claim to have never fantasized about him before. He was handsome, cute, paired with the elite star athlete status? He was an embodiment of the type of guy every girl had once gushed about in sleepovers or in gossip circles.

But now, his firm chest brushing your trembling body, both of his hands on either side of your face. He didn’t look friendly, nor comical. In fact he seems….menacingly larger, even taller than you had once remembered. You didn’t like the weird glint in his eye.

Bokuto beams. “I like you!” You flinch at his loud voice, he didn’t seem to notice, continuing on. “I’ve been watching you for so long ya know, I can’t even go for a whole minute without thinking about you!” He chuckles like it’s the funniest thing in the world.

It’s not.  

“Man I was so sad when you kept rejecting my advances.”

Advances? The countless notes in your locker, the spam of messages across all your social media, the heavy weight of his stare across the room. It was undoubtedly flattering at first, until the messages stopped being a bunch silly words and evolved into something terrifying that made you steer clear of his path every time you saw Bokuto.

“But its fine! Your just shy, aren’t you? I don’t blame you,” Bokuto pats you on the shoulder, a move that’s clearly meant to be comforting but the weight of his hand alone jostles your whole body. “After all I’m the ace, its fine if you don’t warm up immediately. People tend to be intimidated by me.” He laughs at his words.

Up close, you are even more stunning. The little details he couldn’t quite catch before when he looked at you from a distance, your sweeping lashes and the elegant curve of your cheekbones are highlighted under his sharp gaze. Bokuto could feel his heart skip  a beat when he imagined you smiling at him. Gosh, he’s beginning to regret not doing this sooner. He had worked so hard for this, there’s no way he’s letting you out of his grasp. Not until you accept his confession of course.

“Hey,” Bokuto smiles, revealing equal rows of neat gleaming teeth under the fluorescent lights. “Why are you so quiet? I always see you talking to your friends.”

This was normal right?  Bokuto was well known across campus for his childish and straightforward…actions. All you had to do was act rationally, how many times had you seen Akaashi calm him down? Just reason with him, everything will be fine.

“Bokuto,” you force a smile, hoping he doesn’t see how strained it is. “I really appreciate your… gifts,” Bokuto beams proudly at your word. “but I think there’s a miscommunication here.” You lift a hand to gesture between the small space of both your bodies. “I-I can’t return your feelings.”

There, you said it. Finally. The words seemed to have lifted an invisible weight of your shoulders as you let out a sharp exhale of relief. Tomorrow, you would look back at this and joke about it with your friends. Maybe even ‘brag’ that the Fukurodani ace confessed his love to you. But right now, all you wanted to do was to get out of this locker room, away from him, pretend like this never happened.

Bokuto looks at you with those unnerving golden eyes, his steely gaze is just a second too long when he cocks his head to the side. The broad grin is still plastered on his face as he takes a large step closer, forcing you to tilt your head back in order to meet his eyes. “I didn’t know you like to make jokes.” He said, arching his light eyebrows.

“It’s not a joke,” something inside you snaps at his tone, swift anger overtaking the fear and pity as you knocked his hands away. “Stop being delusional Bokuto.”

This time, his smile falters.

Before you can brush past him, his left hand shoots out, pinning you against the wall as you let out a yelp of both pain and surprise. “Get your hands off me—” A strong grip on your chin silences the next words, not tight enough to hurt but certainly tight enough that it makes you writhe uncomfortably. Bokuto is still smiling, but something darker – glinting like broken glass has replaced the once childish edge in it.

“Stop being so stubborn,” he chides, two fingers shoving themselves into your gaped mouth as he swirls your tongue between the digits. Drool is beginning to trickle down the sides of your mouth but Bokuto doesn’t seem to care, looking at your pooling saliva with mild interest. Your hands flutter up to yank at his unmoving wrist but it’s useless. You can’t move the slightest bit, can’t even speak. The sheer strength of his single arm was dominating your entire body.

“I’ve waited so long for this.” His tone is almost pleading. There is the rustle of clothing and out of the corner of your eye you see him yanking his sweatpants down to the knees. His probing fingers abandon your mouth to tangle themselves within your hair, with your mouth now free, you begin to splutter, the incoherent words spilling out your mouth in a panicked wave. “Wait, Bokuto we can—”

“Shhhhh,” Bokuto cuts through your rambling and he’s shoving—forcing you down, at least being caring enough to make sure that you don’t bang your knees against the tiled floor. It’s hard to move your head with his commanding grip pressing you down but you try, really try to struggle for all its worth.

He’s looming over you, a tall, unmoving pillar that keeps you hopelessly ensnared against the cool floor. You try not to look at his unsheathed cock – a failed task when it’s right in front of you, the length smacking against his pelvis as he adjusts himself to position his cock in front of your mouth. He’s significantly larger than your previous partners, a hefty length and girth that made your jaw clench just from looking at it. At least he smells good, a hint of fresh deodorant wafts over your nose and his tufts of hair are all neatly trimmed back.

“It’s all your fault,” he whines, snapping your attention back to his face. “I keep thinking about you alllllll the time” Bokuto drawls out his words with a childlike lilt.  “I can’t even get myself off now unless I imagine about you.” He confesses bashfully (as bashful one can get with their cock hanging out), Bokuto is already half hard as he gives himself a few loose pumps, now utterly stiff and throbbing red with pearly precum. His prominent size alone makes you recoil, but he wasn’t having any of it.

Tears begin to well up at the corner of your eyes, the wetness clinging loosely to your lashes as you blinked rapidly in an attempt to bat them away. Your reeling mind couldn’t even settle on the right words to stop him, delay this, whatever that was going to happen.

Why was this happening? How could he do this? You should have thought twice than to lash out earlier, should have read the situation a little bit better. Not to mention the fact that he was clearly crazy or delusional, probably an unhealthy mixture of both. 

Of course, who on earth would even suspect that he was capable of such lecherous acts? Definitely not Bokuto, he would be the last person anyone would even consider, with his cheery smiles and irreproachable eyes. A perfect mask.

“Open up,” Bokuto rubs the tip teasingly on your lips, you can feel his precum bead against your pressed lips and your tears begin to fall freely at the touch. His free hand reaches down to thumb your tears away with a feather light caress that’s almost loving, but betrayed by the harsh grip on your head. You let out a small whimper and shake your head fervently, trying to plead with him, anything. Bokuto pouts at your defiance, a small frown that furrows across his forehead and his stiff fingers loosens. You nearly sigh in relief at the release.

It’s then you hear it, the tell-tale sound of a camera shutter. Not once, not twice, but multiple times when Bokuto clicks the button.

Immediately, your panicked gaze flies up to see his phone, angled in his hand as he snaps yet another picture. “If you don’t open,” Bokuto flips the phone over to show you the bright screen, its cracked all over but you see the picture as clear as day. The image is undeniably you, your tear stained face, widened eyes in such a pitiful, pathetic look and most of all, Bokuto’s impressive shaft that takes up half of the image. The picture clearly wouldn’t put him in any harm, not with your kneeling form being the main subject. “I’ll send it to your friends, what would they think about you if they see this picture?” His voice is even, calm, as if he had just made a statement about the weather instead of ruining your entire life.

For a tense moment, Bokuto holds his breath, praying that you would take the bait. He’s not gonna lie, the hate burning in your trembling gaze hurts, but heck, he’s waited too long for this to end right here.

You open your mouth.

Bokuto lets out a throaty groan at the contact of your tongue on the tip of his cockhead, pushing his hips forward so that you take in more of his length. Of course, he makes extra care to be gentle, not forcing you to take his cock entirely at once but certainly not letting you back away either.

Its horribly addicting, the warm feeling of your mouth on his throbbing cock. He can feel your tongue tracing the bulging veins on the underside of his hefty cock, a feeling that he could probably never get sick of even if you did it a thousand times.

Well, it’s not he had envisioned the first time for the both of you to turn out this way but it’s too late to back out now. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts, he can always ask for forgiveness later. Everyone seemed to forgive him no matter what anyway (especially his teammates). Bokuto’s eyes flutter shut, his knees nearly buckling at the euphoric sensation.

Gosh you are even much better than he had ever imagined. All the late-night sessions of touching himself to the thought of your body were taking life right now.

“You look so pretty,” Bokuto coaxes, unable to stop the feverish words of praise when he ruts his powerful hips forward. “My cock looks so damned-ngh- good in your mouth. Feels crazy good too” The abrupt silence of the empty locker room is now filled with the lewd sounds of his stuttered grunts and the sloppy slick of your mouth against his cock. To be honest? It only making him more turned on at the sound.

He’s never letting you go now, not with the way you’re taking in more and more of his cock into your irresistible wet heat at each slight yet forceful push. Bokuto thrusts again, his cock finally hits the back of your throat and immediately, your panicked hands are pushing against his thighs. He barely notices, the light battering of your palms are nothing compared to the dizzyingly pleasurable sensation of your mouth twitching around him when you begin to gag. The phone in his loose grip clatters to the floor, undoubtedly earning another crack on the screen but he doesn’t care. Not with your mouth around his arousal, it’s his ultimate fantasy come true.

You let loose an involuntary mewl when he pulls your head up to the tip before easing you down again. The sound from your mouth ellicits pleasurable vibrations up the length of his cock, causing Bokuto’s fingers tighten their taunt grip on your scalp so that he can hold you steady when he repeats the motion, guiding your head with ease. You feel used, nothing but his sex toy for him to get off on. “That’s it baby, just like that ah.” He lets out an audible sigh of pleasure as you could only try to accommodate his length in your mouth, you feel drool leak down your mouth. Slowly, surely, it’s beginning to hurt. The way he stretched your mouth open so wide, unlike your previous blow jobs. You squirm, every inch of corded muscle tensing up as you try to will your throat to loosen up, to relax.

You’ve done this before, just relax. Why couldn’t you just open up? You feel his cock twitch in your walls - a faint moan as you clenched down around him again. You make a pitiful attempt to move yourself off, trying to inch just get some form of space away from his shuddering cock lodged at the end of your throat. 

It doesn’t work. Clearly, he’s on the receiving end of the pleasure spectrum.

“You take me so well,” Bokuto whimpers, “that’s it baby, god oh please.” stuffing another cruel inch down your throat. It’s wholly unfair, his husky praise as much as you want to deny it – sends a jolt of pleasure. The beguiling rush of heat to your cheeks and cunt as you force it deep down, you would not allow this sense of lust. Not like this. Not when your choking unwillingly on his damned cock.

Bokuto huffs through his nose, his digits are still holding you in place as he begins to fuck your mouth in slow rocking motions that has his eyes rolling to the back of his head at each movement. A light sheen of pink is dusting his cheeks when he lets loose a mixture of compliments and moans that, despite the severity of the situation, makes you oddly flushed. His tone getting noticeably lower and breathless at each pump. He’s seemed to get larger, a heavy mass in your aching mouth that you can barely fit half of him. Not before the increasing need for air attacks your lungs as you begin to really choke and whimper down on his cock. It causes your nails to rake against his thighs, leaving long red lines along the path in a desperate attempt to escape.

Your vision is getting progressively blurrier, Bokuto’s worried face fills your view when he seemed to realise that you are choking for air. You feel him pull out only to  buck his hips one last time and nearly cry when it hits the back of your throat, going in deeper. 

Finally, he pulls your head off his cock, a strand of your saliva still connected to the head of his cock when you gasp. His sharp eyes follow the string until it breaks, entirely entranced by the sight of your pouty lips just inches away from his pulsing chock.

He has to bite back the urge to shove his cock in your pretty little mouth again.

Your muffled sobs finally escape, your jaw is so achingly sore, the taste of his tangy precum still lingering in every corner of your abused throat no matter how much you swallow.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Bokuto cradles your head, his voice is treacherously gentle and kind. The tone would have calmed you down if it weren’t under these circumstances. The heavy force of his hand leaves your head momentarily where he smooths down your tangled hair to get a better view of your beautiful face. Bokuto decides right there and then that you are even more adorable this way, nose all red from sniffling and those gorgeous eyes he had spent countless nights dreaming about for ages. Honestly, how is it even possible for someone to look so divine even after all of this?

He did feel bad for making you cry, just a tiny little bit. But it’s not his fault that his erection was still an ache that refused to go away! He had been so close to cumming in your mouth, it’s only fair that you helped to finish the erection you had caused.

“Come on.” Bokuto coaxes, his large hand bringing your unwilling one up to palm his stiff cock. “That’s it,” he hisses when the silky soft touch of your smaller palm wraps around his shaft and you begin to stroke him as his hand abandons yours to return to its original position on the top of your head, threading his fingers messily through your hair.

Hesitantly, you wrap both hands around his cock. He’s warm and heavy in your hands, already oozing with more precum as you begin to move across his shaft with sloppy squelching sounds. You can smell the reek of sex, rich and heady. A gruff moan can be heard when you give him a particularly hard jerk. Now that you’re not entirely choking on it, its hard to take your eyes of his arousal. Even if you wanted to ignore it, its difficult not to notice the slight upward curve of his cock and prominent bulge of veins that your tongue had been tracing earlier.

He made all your previous partners pale greatly in comparison.

If Bokuto noticed your ��admiration’, he certainly didn’t bother commenting about it. Too caught up in trying not to cum too fast. He wanted to savour this, to enjoy this moment as long as he could.

It’s a thousand times better than his own ministrations, your slender fingers splayed across his length merely accentuates the vast difference of size when you begin to jerk him off – finishing the job, the previous slick of saliva from your mouth makes it far too easy for you to speed up (just to get this over with).

Bokuto shudders visibly, the previous pleasure added with your uneven jerks proved too be the concoction of his undying as he nearly falls backwards. It doesn’t take long for him to be bracing himself against the wall with his free hand and stuttered gasps as he hunches over your kneeling form, a wave of white pleasure overwhelming his vision when he nears his climax much faster than he had expected under your touch.

You try to recoil when you notice the significant tremble and grunt. It’s too late, your eyes instinctively flinch shut when ropes of hot sticky liquid come all over your shirt. Bokuto lets out a satisfied sigh at his release, panting heavily enough that you can feel his exhaled breaths ruffling across the top of your head when he finally lets your numb fingers fall away from his softened cock as he tucks his shaft back into his pants. You stare down at your shirt in muted disbelief, the undeniable white, murky fluid is all over the material, already staining through the fabric as it soaks into your skin at every passing second.

You wipe a shaking hand across your cheek and much to your dismay, it comes back sticky. A mixture of his cum and your tears. He even came…. on your face.  

Bokuto hauls you up, pulling your limp body into his embrace, not seeming to mind that his cum was all over your shirt, the strands of his signature white hair tickling your cheek. “Sorry bout that, I wanted to come in you ya know. Couldn’t help myself” His warm words make your spine stiffen, “ Dreamt of it for so long already and you are amazing, best orgasm I’ve ever had.” He gushes whilst nuzzling your neck, as if the praise is supposed to make you feel any better. You can feel his cheery smile against your skin. Bokuto’s hand slides down your stomach where he traces a calloused finger dangerously close to the hem of your shorts. The simple motion alone makes your breath quicken into shallow pants.

He pulls away from your neck. “Can…we kiss?” He sounds oddly hopeful, asking for your permission with wide eyed eagerness (the irony). You nod, too weary to fight his advances anymore. You had a sinking suspicion that he would have snuck in a kiss even if you said no anyway.

Bokuto’s lips caught yours in a hard kiss, driving them apart with the force alone. There was nothing gentle about the ace. Your feet stumble against the wall and would have fell if not for his support when he presses forward, taking your face between his hands to deepen the kiss. Every thought in your head exploded at that moment, nothing but pure fireworks in your mind, and you feel it, the dark curl of shivering desire twisting inside, bending all the rules.

No, no, no. You shouldn’t be feeling this way. No matter how good of a kisser Bokuto Koutarou was.

You tried to pull away, pull away before you did something you would regret. Much to your surprise, Bokuto lets you go, though not before planting a few light kisses on your forehead.

“Don’t worry,” He brightens, unfazed by your actions. “There’s always a next time.”

What?

You turn your gaze to meet his. “Wha- what do you mean?” You ask, the fear surging through your veins causes your voice to break midway. He looks stupidly wounded at your question– like a kicked puppy.

“We are a couple now!” Bokuto whines, his arms seemed to tighten around your trembling figure as he presses you flush against the hard lines of his toned chest. Once again, a grim reminder of how easily he could overpower you if he wanted to (oh wait, he already did). “We should do couple stuff, go on dates, you like going to the arcade don’t you? Afterwards we can go get barbeque too! Isn’t it lucky that we like the same stuff?”

Perhaps it should have occurred to you about the concerning fact that he seemed to know every little fact about your interests, but you couldn’t stop hearing a set of specific words.

There’s always a next time. We are a couple now.

We are a couple now.

Of course this wasn’t a one time thing. You can’t tell if the tremble is from the cool air or the now dried splatters of cum on your ruined shirt.

“Are you all right?” Bokuto coos at the sight of your pale face, tucking your hair behind your ear and you resist the urge to cringe away from his delicate touch. You nearly slap him across the face at the feeling. But stop short, digging your blunt nails into the flesh of your palm in an effort to diminish the thought. His battered phone was still lying by the side of both your feet, the bright blue case is stark against the dull tiles – a simple warning of how easily Bokuto could ruin your life whenever he wanted.

With a shuddering breath you forced yourself to smile through the curling vines of dread settling in your stomach and the taste of his cum. All you had to do was keep up this delusion of his, long enough to formulate a solid plan to get those pictures from his phone.

“Yes.”

Pt 1 | Pt 2 

Masterlist / Tip Jar <3

[sinkix]

Haikyuu!!│Obsessive/Yandere HC’s │

Warning - Contains dark themes, mentions of emotional and physical abuse & sexually suggestive/explicit (18+) content, reader’s discretion is advised.

Characters - Hinata, Kuroo, Daichi, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Oikawa, Bokuto, Tendou & Kageyama.

Important Note: This is in no way romanticising or normalising toxic/abusive behaviour, you should not do as such as this is incredibly dangerous and unhealthy. If you identify any of these in your own relationships please seek help from a member of authority, counsellor or someone who can remove you from and aid in your recovery from the situation. This is a great contrast from all my other work on here so please read with caution. Stay safe <3

Hinata - The Hell-bent Visionary

Danger level: 6.5/10

So you’ve caught the eye of Karasuno’s ray of sunshine?

Bask in it’s warmth while you can, for the sun sets and leaves a chilling dark in it’s wake.

When he becomes focused on something, it’s hard to break the dedication he has. It’s unyielding, firm and persistent. Once you light a fire in him, it’s near impossible to put out.

And you didn’t just spark a flame, you formed a whole inferno.

Blowing up your phone with texts, calls and the tapping of rocks against your bedroom’s glass from late night visits to your doorstep. Greeted with the sickening scent of blood-red roses filling your nose at a reminder of how firmly he has you in his hold that will never falter. The lingering scratch marks adorning the window panes that you could have sworn were not there the night before.

 He can’t get enough of you, and the more time he spends with you, the more addictive your presence becomes.

He’s hooked, reaching the point of rivalling his sporting passion.

He learns to balance the two equally, and any second that isn’t spent practising, he is by your side or doing everything in his power to be.

It’s tunnel vision. All he sees is you, and the ball, nothing else matters. Relentlessly chasing for both long after his lungs tire and legs give out.

 He is a dark, unwavering force of nature, itching to monopolise you and eradicate any threat on what belongs to him. Yet around everyone else, he's a bundle of lovable sunshine who wouldn't dare hurt a fly, and while he doesn't show an outright aggressive nature, you know there's something sinister lurking underneath that might one day snap. 

It’s his stare that haunts you the most.

That ominous, chilling stare which pierces through your heart and impales it on a stick, out on display for him to marvel at in all it’s vulnerable beauty. The level of intensity and sheer devotion glinting in his eyes is nothing short of haunting.

Luckily for you, Hinata will not cause physical harm, but it’s his presence and ‘Jekyll & Hyde’ nature which will slowly but surely chip away at you until your sanity is reduced to dust. The worst part? Since he is loved by everyone, no one sees the twisted side you do, and as a result left permanently in a state of self-doubt and second guessing. Your mind will eventually spiral into a descent to madness until your right where he wants you.

Be careful, for even the sun’s light burns out eventually. And when it does, you’ll be swallowed by the darkness.

Kuroo - The Devil’s Reciprocal

Danger level: 9/10

Ahhh, the bad boy who smells of cigarettes and sex, the one who lurks in bars long after midnight eyeing up his prey. This man gives Satan a run for his money. I hope you’re prepared. What did you do to catch his eye, anyway? 

Whatever it was, it’s doomed you to an eternity in hell on earth.

Or heaven, if you’re a glass half full kind of person.

Kuroo drew you in like a moth to a flame, you knew he had no glinting halo, but that was his appeal.

 He was the incarnation of everything your parents warned you about, and you couldn’t get enough of it. 

Hell, you still can’t. But that doesn’t minimise the damage done to you every second he turns the light on, reeling you in once again, further and further until there’s no escape, utterly blinded by his deceiving tactics.

He has many admirers, you know. So in his eyes he feels you should be privileged to be given so much of his attention, that once received would leave any sane person running.

Unfortunately, you don’t seem to be sane enough, and he recognises this. He knows he’s got you hooked on his every word, dragging out the syllables like a lullaby that leave you entranced and begging for more.

 What can I say? The man has a way with words, and you’re totally enthralled by every sentence. 

Kuroo recklessly waves his charm like a gun, never a moment of hesitation to utilise it in order to get what he wants. 

And he always gets what he wants. 

It’s so dangerous it will leave you down on your knees in an act of submission and prepared to do anything to please him. The tip of the pistol aimed at your temple as if daring your defiance.

He revels in seeing that doe-eyed expression, fully aware of how much control he holds over every cell in your body. All of them scream out for him, for Kuroo. To kiss you, touch you and whisper sweet-nothings into your ear that linger with his hot breath scathing your neck, burning his scent into your memory until it’s one you’ll never forget. 

With all that temptation comes  consequence though, because once you give in, you’ll face the sadists horns that lurk underneath. 

Intertwining your bodies and tracing a switchblade across your jugular, he’ll stretch his lips into a wide, cunning grin, slamming into you and rutting his hips until they connect with yours. Throwing your head back in ecstasy, your whine will be stifled and cut short by the piercing slit of a blade shallowly opening the skin of your throat, the sharp sting lingering as his tongue deepens the incision with delight.

He is incredibly possessive, so anyone he deems a threat will be mercilessly eradicated, soon to be forgotten though. He will never allow your thoughts to be consumed by anything but him. 

Grinding his body against yours, the husky murmuring of pillow talk he is all too skilled at will leaves your knees trembling and buckling before him, with the one question he will only ever accept one answer to.

“Tell me sweetheart, who do you belong to...?”

Shuffling the cards and dragging cigar smoke across his lips, he’ll sip that glass of gin snidely and lock you in place with his smouldering gaze. Forever a reminder there’s no escape from his enslaving curse.

Daichi - The Despotic Protector

Danger level: 6/10

Karasuno’s father figure and reliable captain rolled into one. I hope you’re prepared for a lifetime of suffocation, because he’s never letting you go.

He takes on an almost a parental role in the relationship, and a toxic one.

Controlling, overbearing and monitoring your every move. He will never allow you to do anything without his permission out of fear for your safety.

I mean, what if something happens to you while you’re not within his peripherals? 

That’s a thought he simply couldn’t bear.

He’ll lock you in the confines of his home if he has to. But don’t get mad sweetheart, it’s because he cares for you.

Soon enough Daichi will have isolated you from the world, never seeing the shining of sunlight unless your arm is looped around his in a crushing hold. 

Friends? You can forget them, he made sure to steer you far, far away from those. He just can’t risk them laying a finger on you or putting you in harms way, he would never forgive them.

Daichi desperately tries to convince you he has your best interests at heart, and unluckily for you, you fall right into his trap.

Your whole life is consumed by him, and only him. Watching the clock tick by aimlessly until you hear his footsteps up the driveway, scurrying to the door to greet him like an obedient dog upon his arrival.

Pulling you into a loving hug that threatens to squeeze the life out of you, you can’t help but let your mind roam and ponder the question lurking at the back of your thoughts.

Has he ever killed with these hands?

They seem too crushing. Like a brute, inhuman force. You can picture his fingers wrapped around someone’s throat and draining them of oxygen almost too easily.

Little did you know, your hypothesis was painfully accurate. 

An old childhood friend of yours, currently 6 feet under in the yard. Your bare feet trampling over his grave and none the wiser every time he allows you to set foot in the garden.

You’ll never know, though. It’s not like you can check your phone without his permission anyway, he’s already blocked their contact.

Days, weeks, months pass by of his constant monitoring and controlling behaviour. The CCTV’s scattered in every corner of the house, the social deprivation and loneliness that creeps in every time he’s not there as you roam the barren household, the purple finger marks roping your wrists from when he kept you in a paralysing grip,daring your disobedience.

and you can’t help but wonder,

Maybe the person you needed protecting from was him.

Tsukishima - The Mendacious Manipulator

Danger level: 8.5/10

How unlucky you are to be paired with this mentally destroying sadist. 

At first Tsukishima’s wit, sarcasm and clever quips were what allured you, never did you think they would be used against you. Wielded like a weapon with a blade sharp enough to slice you in two.

And I’m warning you, every cut hurts.

There’s no escaping from it, a string of degrading remarks whispered cruelly in your ear while holding hands in public, appearing to be a cute and affectionate couple, but a sinister secret lurks underneath that only you know of.

He’ll treat you like a dog, expecting you to be at his every beck and call, serving on your knees with a painted smile that’s woefully forced on with every ounce of strength you have left.

You are his puppet, his useless little play thing that he makes painfully aware of how disposable they truly are.

And don’t take him for a fool, he will discard you if he sees fit.

Unmerciful, cruel, snide, are the some of many words that can describe Tsukishima, and as you’ll soon find out none of them are pleasant.

He will craftily make you open up to him. Revealing your deepest insecurities,traumas and troubles then sheath it like a sword to your neck, holding you hostage to your own weaknesses in order to gain that empowering sense of control he oh-so revels in. Endlessly striving to achieve his selfish, favourable outcome. 

This Yandere is one of most intelligent of the bunch, and unfortunately for you, does not use his intelligence for charitable or good-natured purposes.

He knows exactly what to say to leave you curled up in a ball, tears streaming and wracked in emotional agony as you plead for forgiveness on something that isn’t even your fault. He knows this, but finds it comical and all too amusing to see you so broken over something when you weren’t the one to blame. He gets off to your mental anguish.

You’ll be left stumbling the streets at 2 in the morning, contemplating your life and everything as you know it, he will warp your perception of the world until he is the only one you can crawl to. After all, it’s your fault, right? He’s the only one who could tolerate you, everyone else abandoned you because you were so insufferable.

...is what he’ll have you believe. In reality, Tsukishima was pulling strings behind the scenes to ensure you would distance yourself from friends and family, resulting in them doing the same. Wrapping you around his finger and twisting your behaviour into one that’s volatile and unapproachable, until you’re left totally alone.

You’ll never know though.

That mental fortitude will soon shatter, and when it does, he’ll cackle at it’s pathetic remains.

Yamaguchi  - The Diffident Vampire

Danger level: 5/10

I’m sad to say, but your tween Twilight fantasies will be crushed when you stumble upon this mess of a monster.

I don’t mean to say he’s a literal vampire, but you’ll understand the use of this metaphor once we delve into some of his tendencies.

He is incredibly insecure, the walking embodiment of the very word.

Now that isn’t the reason you should be warded off, everyone has self-esteem issues. However, this trait of his plays a huge part in siphoning the life out of you.

He captured your heart with his soft and sympathetic nature, easily startled and somewhat skittish.

You didn’t see what was below the iceberg however, and once you did, he sank his teeth in and began to suck before you could escape, draining you dry until you have no more left to give. Nothing to spare until he is licking his lips in satisfaction, swelled with the abundance at the emotional dependency he has built up on you.

He needs reassurance like a life line, and while some might find this endearing at first, it undoubtedly becomes highly toxic and emotionally exhausting.  

Yamaguchi is incredibly volatile with his sensitivity, you have to watch your words and be sure he doesn’t misinterpret them and become dejected. He will read into everything you say and question every little detail. 

This is one of those Yandere’s that wouldn't do it intentionally I don’t think, but by the time he catches himself it’s too late, he’s in far too deep to stop and I don’t think he ever will once he realises how addicted he is to you, your words boosting his sense of worth and being the only form of confidence he’s ever felt in his life.

It’s quite sad, really. 

Don’t pity him too much, though. That’s the trap. That’s how reels you in until the teeth marks adorning your neck are a harsh reminder that you are nothing more than food for his ego.

If you ever think about leaving, he will have no qualms grovelling at your knees, razor to his wrists and begging you to stay. A cruel memoire at what keeps you tied here in the first place.

Pity.

Care.

The mutual empathy you saw in him that drew you in was now broken and one-sided, his selfishness far outweighing this trait of his and becoming your death-sentence. 

The marks will never fade. One day you’ll collapse to your knees and cave, but he won’t stop until he has bled you bare.

Oikawa - The Venusian’s Nightmare.

Danger level: 8/10

Oh charming Oikawa. The pretty boy with enough carnal seduction to rival his greek goddess counterpart. Hair smooth as silk, eyes glinting with mischief and a smirk that could bow you down on all fours. He has everything, or so it seems.

Sanity isn’t one of them.

He is VERY demanding when he craves your attention, which let’s face it is pretty often. If he doesn’t get it? Definition of a nightmarish brat.

He will whine, complain, blow up your phone. Still not available?

He’ll simply disappear.

For how long? Who really knows. He likes the thought of you on edge and anticipating his return, thoughts of him plaguing your mind to the point you question if you’re the one who’s obsessed.

Don’t worry though, when he returns he has enough sensual suave to make you forgive him ten times over.

You may think his bratty and sulking nature is the worst of it.

Oh how wrong you are.

Push him to his limits or the closest thing to it and you’ll face a cut-throat, teasing sadist who will tie you to the bed with a sickening sparkle in his eyes, marvelling at your skin jaggedly sliced open like a sheet of paper, tracing the wounds with his tongue and lapping up the blood before pulling you into a heated kiss which seems almost loving, if it weren’t for the metallic taste intertwining your tongues as a harsh reminder that you’re not here by choice.

He is definitely the type to mock you and howl with laughter as your body spams and writhes in pain, degrading you with the most vile remarks till tears spill from your eyes.

“Awh poor (Y/N)-chan, crying like a baby. Can’t handle the pain? What a pathetic little whore. Maybe if you beg enough, I’ll ease up the pressure~”

Sometimes he’ll leave you there wrist-bound to the bed post for hours, coming back in occasionally until your level of pleading satisfies him. 

His change in treatment is paradoxical in the aftermath, he will release you from your restrains and rub your skin with such tender care, it’s agonisingly deceiving.

One of the most dangerous things about him is his intuition, it’s damn near supernatural and makes for a natural born lie detector. Oikawa will sense the slightest shift in your mood, tone and body language. He knows you like the back of his hand, making it all the more unnerving to be in his presence.

This can be a positive if he is looking to fill you with ecstasy, since he knows every sweet spot, curl of his fingers and words to whisper that leave you trembling in mind-numbing pleasure.

Though you know once coming down from your high, your moments of heaven will slip through your fingers before crashing back down to reality.

He can read you like a book that he wrote with his own hands and it’s horrifying, he can predict what you’re going to say or do before you’ve even made up your mind. Which as you can guess, makes escape or wheedling out of a threatening scenario a null alternative.

If you decide to make the suicidal mistake of lying, your body will never quite function the same once he’s through. not to mention the plethora of emotional scarring that comes along with it.

After catching you in your mendacity and deeming your punishment enough, he’ll decorate your body in cuts, bruises and hickeys that throb from the abuse of his teeth. Laying you down in bed and tucking you in gently, wrapping an arm around in an act of ‘protection’ that was formerly wrapped around your throat in an act of threatening asphyxiation.

Eyes fluttering closed hours after he drifted off beside you, your heart rate quells and the tears staining your cheeks dry, preparing for the repeated cycle when the sun rises. 

How foolish to be lured in by such a facade, even the most beautiful of creatures can be hideous. 

Bokuto -  The Volcanoes Slaughter

Danger level: 9.5/10

The ticking of a time bomb, the cracking of the ground beneath your feet.

Once you are swept up in this man’s wrath you know there will never be an escape.

and he’s fucking terrifying.

His energy and vigour were what charmed you, his upbeat enthusiasm that while volatile, was very contagious and encouraging. 

If only you had known what kind of disaster was laying low under the surface.

Akaashi had tried to warn you, but you simply never listened.

He pities you now, for you’re in the same boat as him.

Eternally putting up with his violent tempers and erratic nature, which you often get the brunt of behind closed doors, left to cover the scars with a scarf and cheap pot of concealer.

His moods switch as quick as the direction of the wind, a gust too strong that leaves you flying back like a ragdoll against the wall.

Or that may just be because he actually threw you in a fit of rage, itching to see your limp body crack against the drywall to soothe his rage. Drowning the voices in his head with the sound of your soothing whimpers filled with agony.

While he may beat you black and blue whenever the overflow of emotions take over, he still does ‘care’ for you in his own sickening way, and would never have any qualms snapping a neck or two if it prevented anyone else laying a finger on you.

Though to be honest it’s the furthest thing from care, it’s downright monopolisation of something he deems his object.

How dare they hurt his personal punching bag, don’t they know you’re his and his alone to mark up in any way he pleases?

To everyone else, he seems like a very loving and protective boyfriend who has the occasional mood swing. If only they could pick up on the flinching of your body when his voice raises even a decibel, or the way you retract in fear at the swatting of a hand too close to your face. 

The anxiety felt when in his presence is indescribable, your whole body will soon become accustomed to trembling in fear, your fight or flight kicking in at the mere mention of his name. His voice sends every hair standing on end, bracing for the impact that may or may never come from his grazed fists.

Treading on eggshells and analysing every word before you speak will become second nature, even the tone of your voice or the way you arrange a question will be heavily thought over before even daring to let it escape your mouth.

You just can’t risk it, even hearing a word he doesn’t like will result in the tectonic plates shifting, getting closer to his impending eruption.

Once you hear the rumbling, you’ll know it’s far too late to run. Burned by the raging lava and consumed whole in a flood of pain and misery, it will destroy everything in it’s wake, even you.

Tendou - The Jesters Despair

Danger level: 10/10

You really opened pandora’s box with this one.

And once you so much as cracked it for a peak, just that little inkling of curiosity, the lanky arm of a redhead yanked your wrist and dragged you in with him.

Tendou’s eccentric and offbeat disposition was something you had always admired, it was what made your heart flutter.

Now? That eccentricity is put to the most horrifying of uses.

Mind games, manipulation, and unpredictability beyond your worst nightmare.

Tendou is the type to sink a blade into your skin and cackle maniacally while you cry and plead for him to stop. Edging himself and eyeing you up greedily at the painful fear in your eyes, blood trickling down your skin with each incision.

He’ll pull your hair back and slide his tongue along the cuts, his lustful gaze boring into your own as the pooling saliva leaves a chilling feeling on your skin, nose wrinkled in disgust at the thought of his DNA entering your bloodstream.

He thrives on trickery and deception. He’s the type to say something incredibly warm and soft-centred, one that makes your pupils expand in newfound hope with the question of “...really?” rolling off your tongue. That inkling of hope sparking the thought that maybe, just maybe he’s changed. 

Only to burst into a fit of laughter at your naivety, teasing you relentlessly for how gullible and moronic he thinks you are. 

This yandere is incredibly incalculable. Here one minute, gone the next. Don’t even bother trying to figure out what he’s doing or where he is, you’ll never know. It keeps you on your toes in the most negative and unnerving sense of the expression, he gets a buzz off leaving you wondering, and takes great satisfaction in knowing you’re probably thinking about him.

 However, he expects you to be there whenever he needs you, regardless of circumstance. And if you’re not? You’ll have consequences to face.

I’m sorry to say, but there is no chance in hell you’re surviving this experience, there’s no doubt you’ll be murdered eventually. 

After all, he does get bored easily. Not so much as giving it a second thought on disposing of you once you are no longer a source of fresh entertainment for his sadistic desires.

With each passing day his treatment becomes increasingly brutal, searching for new ways to fulfil that empty feeling in his heart and cold, hollow look in his eyes. Don’t even bother trying to save him, not even he would know where to start.

Every night as you shut your eyes on the hardwood floor beside his bed, you can’t help but wonder if this is the last time you’ll ever close them.

And for your sake? You’d better hope it is.

Charming you with the humour of a Jester and putting on a show, he’ll make it certain every time you laugh, will be paid back with tears twofold. 

Kageyama - The Majesties Tyrant

Danger level: 7/10

Kneel before your highness or face his wrath. Kageyama Tobio is the most commanding of them all. Permanently trapped in his dictatorship with no hope of revolt. 

He doesn’t become set on things very often, but once he does it’s something he’ll never give up until he’s conquered it wholly.

Stubborn, moody, domineering and demanding. With just enough of a soft side he uses to persuade you back again. 

Fuelled by ego, pride, and a sense of superiority, he will never stop until he has your total obedience.

Being the dense man he is, this is usually achieved through simplistic means of intimidation and threats of aggression.

Kageyama will not hesitate to raise his fist and back you into a corner, cowering in recoil at his menacing aura that itches to do damage

You will do what he says, whenever he needs it, no if’s but’s or objections.

For such a hard headed ruler, he’s surprisingly childish and unsure about how to express anything other than abuse.

I think a part of him genuinely does like you, but it’s far too clouded by his toxic nature that it could never be seen as even slightly redeemable.

The most you’ll ever get out of Kageyama is the occasional hug, in which he squeezes you far to tight and resurfaces the pain of last nights bruises.

He doesn’t resort to physical violence often, as he is always reprimanded by the team to control his anger. If only they knew what he was like behind closed doors. I suppose you could credit it to Karasuno that he hasn’t accidentally killed you yet.

Yet.

When it comes to matters in the bedroom, he is focused solely on his own gratification, yours being a second thought he never so much as acknowledges.

Collared and threaded by  chain, you will crawl beside him and take it all until you’re gasping for air. The only thing he cares about is climaxing and leaving you with the cleanup.

He’s quite self conscious, so don’t expect much physical affection unless he’s chasing a particularly intense release.

Kageyama is highly jealous and frequently painted green with envy, so expect your social life to dwindle significantly once he has his hands on you, literally and metaphorically.

Thankfully, he won’t isolate you entirely, but it’s enough to leave you feeling segregated from the rest of the world. A lone member of his regime that you are forever trapped in with no chance of escape.

Bow down with a meek mutter of “Yes...master.” His crown will twinkle in the moonlight as a symbol of your everlasting enslavement.

The king of the court, and the ruler of your heart.

[byproducts-of-my-imagination]

Pining [Akaashi Keiji 1/2]

1.2k words.  There will be some form of closure.  Eventually.  Someday.

Sorry if you already saw this, I took it down an am reposting because tumblr glitched and yeeted all my stuff.  

It's not the first time this has happened, not the first time you've woken up with his image in your mind.  It hurts all the same, that deep aching regret which cuts like a knife.  It wasn't even like you were super close to Akaashi Keiji.  He had plenty of closer friends on the volleyball team.  It was a schoolgirl crush that took root in you and refused to die.  Even though years and years have passed, nothing will be able to erase his gunmetal blue eyes from your memories, or his beautiful skin, pale in the moonlight.  It's like they say: you never forget your first love.  To some extent that's true, but not everyone still thinks of their first love after years of separation, or during other relationships.  You've never been able to love properly because of him and it sucks ass.

Slogging through assignment after assignment is numbing, but you've been forced to get used to it.  Life is life, and work is going to be there no matter what you do.  College is not worth the hype, but you do it anyways.  You do it because you've been told your entire life that you absolutely need to, that a degree is a requisite in the workforce.  You do it because everyone else does, another link in a chain of struggling students just trying to have a life.  

It's annoying, the way it just bites at you from time to time.  Like your brain just won't let him go.  You hear him calling your name, with that teasing lilt in his voice.  You feel the familiar brush of his shoulder against yours just like he did when he used to walk you to class, ages ago in high school.  The worst thing is that you still have the random trinkets he gave you over the years, in the box on your shelf where you store things most precious to you.  You're stuck in a vicious cycle, repeating memories from so long ago.  You see him in your dreams like you see movies in theaters.  He's been immortalized in your mind and you've been doomed to love him forever.  

But you have to let him go at some point, right?  In the later years of high school, when you saw him less and less, you barely thought about him.  But it only took one short "hey" in the hallways for that feeling to come crashing back, for you to start fixating on him again.  It's really not healthy, but you can't help it.  In your sparse interactions, he gave you hope each time.  You could hope that he loved you too, probably mistaking friendly affection for real affection.  

When you separated to different schools, that was the end of it.  At least, for a while.  A fresh start only seemed to temporarily distract you.  Since you stopped thinking about him during the day, he came back at night to haunt your dreams.

And so it goes.  

Your brain likes to play cruel tricks on you.  It likes to dream of way too detailed scenarios with him, little everyday things, domestic snapshots that make your heart ache.  Imagining him there, with you.  

Your heart squeezes, like it's the last time you'll see him.  The last time you did, you didn't know.  But even if you had known, what good would it have done you?  Now every time he shows up, it feels like the last.  And he'll never know.  And you'll never know if he feels the same.  Which he likely doesn't.

You never could say goodbye.

Imagine your surprise, to find him in your class one day back in high school.  Just after an offhand conversation about it.  Dare you hope to think he transferred to be with you?  Do you even dare to get your hopes up for him?  To be brushed aside, again?  

It's just a coincidence, you tell yourself.  Just a coincidence, you say.  Just a coincidence, you pray.  

You imagine.  It's all you can do at this point, imagine him.  That perfection that is Akaashi Keiji.  After years of not seeing him, he's more like a figment of your imagination.  You know the way you picture him is outdated, you know for sure he's grown.  But you as much as you try to imagine what he looks like currently, you can't.  It's a defense mechanism, perhaps, a way to preserve those times, the person he used to be.  Maybe it's a way to hold on.  Maybe it's because you know the current him and the current you have too much distance to ever happen.  

You entertain the idea of sending him a text.  You have him on social media, but he's not active.  Although you do see that he always likes Bokuto’s posts, his handle shows as the first one, taunting you each time.  “Liked by keiji.akaashi and 25,381 others.”  The social media algorithms know you too well.  They know you visit his empty profile too often for your own good.

He wouldn't see a text from you, you reason, coming up with excuse after excuse for your cowardice.  You don't say what your subconscious nudges at you.  It'd be devastating if he saw it and didn't respond, or worse, didn't remember who you were.  Because there's no guarantee he would remember.  You'd think he would, but there's a chance he doesn't.  And you can't take that chance.  You couldn't face yourself, if he'd forgotten you.  Because it'd shatter you, and feed the devil on your shoulder.  It would invalidate what you've spent hours dreaming of.  Tears prick at your eyes, mind running a mile a minute.  What if he actually forgot who you were?  It'd ruin you. He'd ruin you, no matter what outcome.  

There's just no way to explain that magnetism.  All your friends thought it was a simple crush, a brief infatuation that would fade eventually.  Maybe he liked you back at one point.  You’re pretty sure he did, at least a little bit.  But even if he did, it wouldn't work.  A lopsided relationship is a one way ticket to splitsville.  Because there's no way, no way he loves you as much as you love him.  You couldn't take it if he did.  

And so it goes.

Whenever it's time to make a wish —birthdays, fallen eyelashes, dandelions, auspicious times— you used to wish he'd love you.  After a few wishes, you decided you didn't need him to love you.  You just wanted to see him, as pathetic as that sounds.  So you began to wish, wish for a chance encounter with him.  You've long since given that up, but every time you hear, "make a wish" it's like you default to wishing to see him.  

It's terrible, the way you habitually look for him whenever you go anywhere.  The way you sweep a room to look for his figure, to feel his presence.  Maybe wishes do come true.  But your wishes have never come true.  He's never there.  Completely unavailable to you.  

He was your god given solace.  He still is somehow, still is your shelter, your protector.  You're not really okay with the fact that that might never change.

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