#yandere hq

[animeyanderelover]

This will be my first request, I am very happy because I LOVE your writing.

Alas aside, Yandere falls in love with a woman older than them who is very maternal for having a child, when he proposes she rejects him because she feels that they should not waste themselves on a woman who already has a child (You can do with the father whatever you want ).It would be with Atsushi, Akutagawa, Daichi Sawamura, Oikawa and if you want to add any more I don't mind

Sorry for my bad english😘😘

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, clinginess, manipulation, stalking, threats, violence

Tags: @shumidehiro @leveyani

You shouldn’t waste your time on me

Sawamura Daichi

🌅​Cries of a small child are what guide him through the crowds on that day, his eyes flickering over the people before they finally land on the boy who is standing there all alone. Upon asking him what happened the child tells him that he got distracted and lost his mother. As not only a police officer but also a decent human being Daichi immediately helps, asks the boy where him and his mother were last together and if he knows where his mother planned to go. If worst comes to worst and he won't be able to find the boy's mother he'll just ask the boy where he lives and will bring hm home to wait together with him until his mom returns. Luckily it never comes that far as Daichi is able to find you after half an hour of searching, the boy instantly leaving his side and running to you with tears in his eyes. He's far too humble in your eyes as he is confronted with your gratefulness, tells you that he only did his job and that anyone would have helped a crying child. Still, you make some small talk with him as you ask for his name and both of you start talking for a while with each other. That's how he finds out that you recently moved to the Miyagi prefecture with your child and live close to his neighbourhood.

🌅​The fact that he doesn't live far away from you and that he helped your child are major reasons that aid the two of you in getting so close to each other. Also, your son's dream is it to work for the police later on so he obviously views Daichi as his hero, something that flusters the man deep down a lot more than he shows. He visits you once a week when he has a free day, often bombarded with questions from your son about his job until you softly chide your child for his uncontrolled excitement. You admit to him relatively early that you moved here because your husband died and your parents live nearby as you also need to work and need someone to look after your son. Hearing that your husband died strangely enough makes more sense to him than if someone would have divorced you as only an ignorant fool would have let someone like you go. Daichi is not even going to deny his own feelings, he knows that he's extremely attracted to you. You're kind yet not too coddling, you're responsible and patient, you listen to the worries of others and are always willing to help where you can. Watching you raising your son sometimes reminds him of his high school days, a fond look on his face.

🌅​Daichi is able to stay patient in spite of his obsession, especially if the loss of your husband has been very recent. He gives you time, he allows you to grieve and focuses in the meantime on helping you and your child to integrate into the new city. The thing is that he fills that role of a supportive husband and father so nicely that neighbours and even your own parents and son can't help but support the two of you getting together. When you reject him he is a bit disheartened but he takes it really well because he realises that you didn't do so because you do not love him. You reject him because you feel not good enough but that in itself is still quite hurtful. You're such a wonderful person after all. He doesn't mind the little age gap nor does he think of you less because you have a child. In fact he's grown very fond and protective of your son who you have raised wonderfully. Still, it's wiser to not pressure you so he steps back for now. His confidence remains though, knowing that you didn't deny not being able to see him as a partner. He'll just stay in your life as a pillar of support for now and will slowly make you realise that you are everything but a waste to him.

Oikawa Tooru

👑​After a difficult divorce you make the decision to completely change your life and decide to try to reach for a dream you had when you were younger but gave up later on, deciding that you might not make it. It's better to try and fail then to never take the step. After many months of interviews, exchange of mails and documents you receive the news though. You did it. You're one of the managers for your favorite volleyball club, Club Athletico San Juan. You're so joyous, almost feel like a school girl all over again as you read the letter over and over again, kicking your feet and grinning like an idiot. Oikawa is still Oikawa even if he is by now an adult, his charming attitude still there as soon as you're introduced to the team as their new manager. His other teammates just watch with half amusement and half pity as Oikawa's charm ultimately never works. Sure, he manages to charm people quickly but he never manages to hold a relationship and they would hate for their setter and new manager to be on bad terms from the very start. You, with the divorce still freshly on your mind though, put your foot firmly down and clarify it to Oikawa very clearly that you have no intention of dating.

👑​Obviously Tooru is miffed about your blunt rejection yet another part of him can't help but respect your determination. You know what you want to focus on and he wants to acknowledge that, especially since he is essentially the same. The keyword here is want because who would have thought that his feelings would slip out of his grasp of control so quickly? You know when to put him and his childish antics in his place, chiding him almost as if he were a child and the experience feels only more realistic when he realises that you're a few years older than he is. The fact that you work so closely with him only enables him to be very overbearing as he dreams up all kinds of minor inconveniences so that he has something to complain about to have your attention on himself. Your daughter is a shocker as you have never talked about your private life before and whilst other players gush over your child he gives her a strange look at first, his mind trying to process what it could mean. He pesters you privately about it, his eyes desperate and his body tense. The tension leaves his body at least partially when you admit with a heavy sigh that you had a rough divorce before you started working here.

👑​Oikawa doesn't take the rejection very well, his heart dropping even though it doesn't have to do with the fact that you don't see him that way. Still, it is hard to stay logical with a heart as sensitive as his, especially since he is prone to being delusional. He just doesn't understand. What is it that he could have done better?? He has made it more than obvious that he is deeply in love with you. He's showered you in presents, constantly demands your attention and has even made the effort to get closer to your daughter despite initial caution he held. Is that still not enough?? What do you want him to do?? Please tell him what he as to do in order for you to accept. Honestly, your maternal instincts will come quite in handy as you're confronted with Tooru whilst his feelings threaten to burst out of him. Because it helps him to calm down and gives him the reassurance he so desperately craves from you in that moment. Nevertheless though, he ramps up his affection from a 10 to an 11 after that incident. If the problem is simply that you don't feel good enough he will change your mind. You're forgiven this one time. Do not reject him a second time though or else he might just make your job more difficult.

Nakajima Atsushi

🐅​The gentle love of a parent is a notion so foreign to Atsushi that the first encounter he has with you leaves him almost on the edge. Your kind words, the patient look in your eyes, the warmth and comfort you provide him with by simply being in the room threatens to burst his heart right at the seams. After cold deprivation for as long as he can remember your presence feels like being drowned in a bathtub filled with hot water. It's overwhelming almost, scorches his skin yet he gladly submerges himself in the heat and the sensations that come with it. He's almost immediately infatuated with you, finds himself yearning for your affection in his dreams as well as in the real world. The age difference is something that weights on his soul though as he realises how experienced you are and how clumsy he seems to be in comparison. There's a lack of knowledge with certain machines or customs that he hasn't been exposed to due to his time in the orphanage but he is always too ashamed to tell you about it. Adamant to not let himself look like a young fool in front of you, Atsushi simply refuses to ask for help or advice from you. He wants to prove to you as well as himself that he can provide for you.

🐅​As shameful as it is, there is an undeniable twinge of jealousy directed against your own child. He envies the little boy for being able to cling to you as often as he does as those are all things Atsushi desperately wishes to do as well. He wants to be held, comforted and loved by you too but he could never admit such things as he stares at your son. What would you think of him after all if he were to confess to you that he feels jealous of your own child? It doesn't stop him from clenching his hands into fists every time he witnesses you giving affection to your son, nails turning into claws as he imagines what it would be like if he were to be the one in your child's position. You and your husband have parted ways a few years ago but you still keep in contact due to the child and that just about kills Atsushi. It takes always more willpower than it should to not outright growl at the man whenever he visits. Atsushi can't even fathom how a man could let someone like you go and occasionally he imagines what it would be like to just tear that man apart whenever his jealousy gets the better of him. Chances aren't exactly zero for Atsushi to confront your ex-lover and accidentally kill him during an argument.

🐅​The beast within him tries to tame itself as good as it can for you even if results are mixed. With time he grows closer to your child though he struggles to be a parent for the little boy as he more than once acts just as childish and needy. Still, he does his best to show you that he can protect and provide for you and your child all whilst seeking emotional comfort from you. It has taken him a good chunk of courage to finally confess to you only to be met with a direct blow to his heart. The shock of your rejection numbs him for a few seconds before the weight comes crushing down. He hyperventilates, he cries, he bites his bottom lip bloody and his nails threaten to rip through the skin of his palms. That is only because he does misunderstand your rejection as you telling him that you have no interest in him. Once he has come to understand that you didn't reject him for that reason hopefully he manages to calm down at least a bit. That means that he still has a chance, doesn't he? Still, he feels like it's his fault for not having made it clearer to you just how deeply infatuated he is with you. That has to change now. Hopefully some of his seniors can give him useful tips how to woo you.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke

⬛​It is through Gin that Akutagawa finds out about you as his beneath the mask quite shy sister has befriended you and finds herself visiting your small shop once a week. Whilst he is anything but an overbearing brother this piece of information still manages to stick to him. It's the first time he has heard that Gin has made friends with someone outside the Mafia and initially he starts directing hostility against you. Akutagawa isn't an individual to trust easily as he distrusts with far more confidence and this is what he finds himself doing against you. Who are you? Are you really just a regular citizen? His sister assures him that you are not some spy nor does she plan to give you any information about the Port Mafia or her real identity but for Akutagawa actions speak louder than words. He finds himself stalking you occasionally, dark eyes trailing after you. A scoff appears on his face the moment he notices the boy following you, realising that you have a child. How naive you must be, keeping a child whilst involving yourself with a mafioso. If you really are just a normal person you must have no motherly senses at all or else you wouldn't hang out casually with Gin.

⬛​Akutagawa never had a mother who raised him as he has grown up in a violent environment from a very young ago. None of his mentor figures have ever given him even an ounce of affection which has led him to believe that love is a weakness. A weakness he has fallen victim to. A part of him itches to use Rashomon to tear you and that little brat apart yet he holds himself back. Partially because his emotions are messy and partially for his sister's sake as she cherishes you. It's Gin he turns to as his curiosity grows and it is through her he finds out most information about you. The most pressing issue for him is who the father of your son is and even if Gin tells him that you have parted with the guy long before your child was born that doesn't stop Akutagawa's urges to rip that man apart for his mere existence. Stalking you becomes quite difficult, his possessive side flaring up the moment you talk to another man and give him a smile. It's the horrified gaze of his sister that holds him back but that is no guarantee that it'll work every single time. Only to his sister is he able to admit his conflicting feelings to you and both of them know that it is only a question of time when you will find out.

⬛​Still, even if it comes that far Gin wishes for her brother to not terrorise and hurt you even with his obsession. She cares for Akutagawa but you're still her friend and she likes your child as well. She wants him to attempt to confess to you the normal way at least once and if you reject him she kind of knows that there's little she can do. Unable to live with herself if she wouldn't try though Gin introduces her brother to you who finds himself incredibly awkward as he is completely out of his comfort zone, easily irritated and with little patience, especially when your son is around. Big chance that Gin is lurking around in the distance when Akutagawa tries confessing, already looking like he is glaring at you. He honestly only knows what to do in case you reject him because you don't like him which is instantly doing what he can do best. Inflicting fear upon you whilst using Rashomon. He isn't prepared for you rejecting him because you think he shouldn't bother with you and is left so perplexed with that answer that he just stares at you for a good while. Ultimately this only delays the abduction though because it'll still happen. He's promised Gin to not harm your son though.

[sophiria]

are you mine?

pairing: MSBY!Atsumu x fem!Reader cw: 18+, explicit sexual content, soft yanderish Atsumu, mentions of babytrapping, manipulative thoughts words: just a bit over 800

"Yer too much on that phone this morning," Atsumu said, nibbling at your earlobe while thrusting languidly inside you, his chest pressing against your back. "Ya should focus more on the moment."

You placed the smartphone on the nightstand. "I have to be available for the university project—ahh!" You gasped as Atsumu snapped his hips faster, holding your leg from under the knee. "Fuck—Atsumu, please."

He tilted your body slightly, and his free hand went to your clit. "What is it?" Atsumu half-whispered in your ear as he softly teased your sweet spot with his fingers. "Speak up, baby. I want to hear ya."

Heat spread under your skin as your clit throbbed under his touch. "Atsumu, I—I need to come," you breathed out, and your body shuddered as his cock hit that spot inside you. "God, please—I need it."

Atsumu began drawing circles on your clit while pounding into you, and a choked sob left your lips as your walls fluttered around his cock. He groaned as your cunt squeezed him, and his rhythm turned erratic as he chased his climax. "Fuck, I'm gonna come inside ya baby," he panted, his hot breath on your ear. "Yer clenching around me so tight—fuck!" His hips stuttered, and his thighs tensed before he spilled himself inside you. "Ah—fuck—baby." 

You moaned at the sensation of his warm cum filling you up, and shaky breaths left his lips as your pussy milked every last drop of his seed.

Atsumu wrapped his arms around your waist, snuggling you up to him. "Ya never let me wear a condom with ya," he said, a playful edge in his tone as he tried to even out his breathing. "Are ya tryin' to babytrap me?"

You let out a small laugh. "You know I'm on birth control," you reminded Atsumu. "You get tested often, and we're exclusive, so why not indulge in the thrill just a bit?"

He hummed at your words and then went quiet. Indeed, Atsumu thought, why not indulge...

"You should come to see me play," Atsumu said after a few minutes of silence. "Ya haven't done that ever since we started sleepin' together."

You tilted your head and upper body toward your lover. "That's because I prefer watching basketball," you told him half-jokingly. "But I will stop by sometimes, I promise."

Atsumu stared at you. "But ya prefer this volleyball player to any other sports player, right?" he asked you rhetorically, his gaze turning unreadable. "I can be very competitive, ya know that."

You lightly tapped his cheek. "Exclusive means I only sleep with you, Atsumu. So yes, of course I'm choosing you over them."

He smiled at your words, and you returned to your previous position, eager to relax before getting ready for the day ahead.

Atsumu nuzzled the crown of your head, then his eyes narrowed as he started thinking. For how long was he going to be your dirty little secret? Not that he minded not having the paparazzi on his tail, but the arrangement you two had won't do for him much longer. No, and he had to find a way to keep you for himself.

"Are ya trying to baby-trap me?"

His eyes widened. Of course, having a baby with him would guarantee your presence in his life...

But it would be a bit of a scandal, wouldn't it?

Atsumu could already picture what they'd write about the MSBY's star setter having a child out of wedlock with a college student, not to mention that once your name got out, they'd quickly find out that you also happen to be the Basketball Association's president's daughter and that a friend of your family just so happens to be a conglomerate heir and an NBA star. And your scandalous behavior would no doubt spell trouble for the people in your circle. You could be thrown to the wolves...

Atsumu heaved a sigh, but then the corners of his lips upturned in a smirk. He'd be there, taking care of you and your child. He'd move you into his apartment and probably ask you to marry him sometime later on. And maybe he'll listen to Kita-san and buy a farm somewhere in the prefecture...

"Atsumu," your teasing voice pulled him out of his reverie. "You're still inside me."

He placed a hand under your chin, angling your face towards his. "I like to be inside ya after sex," he murmured, brushing his lips against yours. "Makes me feel warm and sated."

Your lips parted against his, and Atsumu caught your mouth in a slow yet hungry kiss. One of his hands went to your stomach, and he rested his palm on your tummy. You sighed into his mouth and then turned your body towards him to wrap your arms around his neck. He smiled into the kiss, and his eyes glinted knowingly as he peered at you through a half-lidded gaze.

Yes, Atsumu thought, he'll take care of you, and you will not need anyone else but him.

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manger's random tots #8 [ NSFW MDNI ]

|| cw (dead dove) : implications of stalking, spying

» manager's note: with the trending of the milkman over all my social media nowadays, i've decided not to hop on this train- but instead, write about some other type of pretty boy with a low paying profession (no, this is not a 'that's not my neigbour' fic, thank you) hope you guys enjoy...? (i had the idea him being an oc in mind but you can slap whatever character you want <3)

the neighbourhood mailman; absolute sweetheart, can do no wrong- sometimes giving away small little treats and nick-nacks along side the letters, pulling off light tricks and pranks to gargle a laugh or two, trying to brighten people's days.

yet, most don't seem too kind about his selfless gestures; impatient and grumpy bastards telling him off, yelling at him to knock it off with his piercing bike bell and 'nice guy' act.

on days like those, the only thing that seemed to be his light at the end of the tunnel, after gurgitating hours of cycling about under pretty harsh weathers, being chased off walk-way after walk-way... was you, his last patron of each day.

you weren't one of the first few in his delivery route; yet, you barely lived far down, so why is it that you were always his last? "...don't know... your letters always seemed to be at the bottom of the pile~" is what he claims; when in truth, he just wishes to spend the rest of his late-evening chatting your ear off with fun little misadventures he had during the past week.

he felt... cherished for once in his life; not someone needing to deal with the sour attitudes of people when they're all huffy or some boy-toy, taking his acts of service as an invitation to go running their hands all over him. he loved how he could play around, joke and complain without having the need to refrain himself. he felt... alive.

so it was to no one's surprise that he developed a massive crush on you; always giving you a little extra compared to the other townsfolk. full length handwritten letters, extra savings of candy and snacks he's been distributing that day, that box of pastries you seemed to have been eyeing up for the last few days or that prize you didn't manage to win during on one of your latest trips to the arcade.

seems light-hearted enough, right? if only you knew what other little treats he placed within your regular delivery... envelopes holding typed-letters; pouring his love for you over the many, many pages... each line, each paragraph... sometimes even rambling off into tangents- tangents of what he had been dreaming to do to you since day one... since the day you noticed his pains and took upon yourself to heal him back up.

yet, these sick fantasizes, these twisted thoughts on paper- you never blamed him for it, why would you went the initials signing off the letters eerily matched the creep that lived a few houses down from yours, who always seemed to have brought themselves false hope in charming you even after you said no.

no... you would never blame the innocent, naive mailman who's barely paid enough to suffer from verbal abuse every day of his life; barely having the funds to keep a himself together; yet, still cherished the happiness of others over his own.

maybe that's why you always seemed to accept his 'lustrous' gifts, especially that medium-sized stuffed bunny he so graciously sewed for you for valentine's to rid you of your loneliness. its soft yet limp body still laying on your bed, oblivious of the shine behind its dull black spheric eyes.

"...hah... hah...~" lustful eyes smiling as his flushed features melted against the monochrome screen he's stuck himself to, body trembling with each stroke of his throbbing cock, relishing in the soft breaths as you slept, spurring more pre to drip down his plush thighs, drenching the ground beneath his cheap desk chair. "...soon... soon, my love... i'll tell you the truth..."

[bao4aohao]

teacher's pet

NOTES

-> yandere fanfic! this is a teacher!tsukishima x reader story, based on uni au so both people are above 18+ -> warnings !! mention of blood, physical/mental abuse, vomit, violence, manipulation, abuse of drug use, use of weapons + harmful toxins, stalking, kidnapping -> status - ongoing

Intro

1. normal day

2. go for the throat

3. detention

4. physics

5. locker rooms

6. creepy letters

7. after school lessons

8. stalker

9. paranoid

10. comfort

11. kidnapped

TBA

CMTS

I may change some chap names but this are the generic ones

© all works are done by @ bao4aohao do not copy/rewrite/steal thank you.

[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.

[glassehun]

𐙚˙✧˖What is Love? She is⋆

Pairing- Any character x reader / anyone of your choice ࿔*:･

It's the male part of "What is love?"Y'all already know I am an angst girlie so lol

TW- mention of death and blood, angst, no heppy ending

Love was never suppose to be her, Love can never be her, but the way she smiles, the way she looks at me and the way she talks to me.

Love was always suppose to be her, she doesn't follow anyone, she doesn't hear the pathetic excuse this world gives for people, she lives by herself but I can't love her, I'll kill her in the agony of waiting for me to say I love her. I don't want her to cling to me and my love because it is always with her , always but I can't give it to her, not yet. Not yet… But when..

I felt her dying in my arms. Her eyes red ,her clothes red and my hands red. She reached for me, her one hand softly creasing my cheeks i wanted to relax in her palm i wanted to relax in her arms, be warm forever. "Don't cry…never cry for me, this is how things were suppose to go...the bad guy loses remember". My eyes are red I didn't know she pointed it out laughing in between coughing more bloods, I can't save her, I shouldn't save her because I am the "hero". "hey don't-" she smiles at me yet again but instead of causing the flutters it causes pain in my heart.

I look at her like I could bring the stars and the whole universe at her feet, yet she closes her eyes to leave me behind in this world, in this dystopia. "In another lifetime, my sweet_____" is all i can say before i bring her lifeless body near my chest and try to warm it. Love is her, love is how I think about her, Love is the way I look at her, love is me waiting for her, Love is the way she looked at me before dying in my arms… Love is me not being able to live in this world without her, love is me dying in her arms because that is the warmest place for me, with her.

a/n- I will not even edit this I am lazy goodbye

[chaepink]

can u make headcannons on sub!yan’s tendencies in the relationship?

also can i be 🉑 or 🌝 anon?

dating sub!yandere boys hcs ♡

sub!yandere boys when they date you.

wc: 1.1k+ words | masterlist

dom!fem!reader, unhealthy relationship, mention of killing/murder, both sfw and nsfw!, mention of feminization, bondage

note: yes you can be 🌝 anon!

— your yandere would be possessive of you, even more compared to when you two were just friends

— well, you thought you two were just friends. he already assumed you two were together sometime earlier during his friendship with you

— he would do anything for you in order to make sure you're happy and safe

— a friend of yours is getting too touchy with you? well the next day that friend is ignoring you and when you confront them, they look at you scared and quickly scurry away from you. did your yandere do something to them? surely not

— a weird guy keeps following you around your neighborhood? well a couple of days later you see on the news that his body has been found near a river and weirdly enough, you havent seen your yandere on the days before the guy's death

— you complain to your yandere about how a teacher gave you a bad grade on something you worked so hard on? suddenly your grade changes to a A and that same exact teacher suddenly resigns from the school

— he'll try his best to know where you are most of the time and try to follow you back home to make sure you're safe (though its really obvious, you don't acknowledge him so he thinks he's actually doing something)

— but no matter how scary and possessive they are of you, they just want to be good for you, really

— its almost as if they're a puppy for you, always there for your beck and call

— give them a simple command and they'll do it immediately, no questions asked

— ask them to buy you a snack from the nearest store? he'll return back with a bagful of others that he thought you would like

— they're super clingy and always want to be near you

— somehow they manage to have the same exact classes that you have and at the same time. maybe you guys are just lucky? little do you know that your yandere hacked into the principal's computer to change his schedule to fit with yours

— if you're sick, they would immediately fetch you some medicine and make so many bowls of your favorite soup that you're not sure you could finish them all

— they would be so sad when you're sick cause that means they can't be as close as they usually are with you :(

— in bed, nothing changes at all. rather, he becomes even more infatuated with you

— they're still so good and obedient for you, always following your commands. its cute

— like what i said with him doing it with no hesitation, your yandere is eager to do what you say

— tell him to get on his knees? say less as he's already doing so, staring up at you with such innocent eyes

— tell him to open his mouth for you to stick your fingers inside? he opens wide and sticks out his tongue in such a sinful manner, hazy eyes absolutely begging you to make him choke on your fingers as drool drips down his chin

— order him to suck your strap and get it all wet? he's quick to get in between your legs and get his hands on the fake dick, his mouth going straight to bobbing it up and down and gagging as it hits the back of his throat. he'll try to subtly grind his hard on against your foot without you noticing but you do anyways but he's being a good boy so you allow it

— and oh my god is he so shameless in public

— no hesitation in telling you what he wants you to do to him when there are people around

— you'll be at brunch with some of your friends and suddenly you'll feel a hot breath on your ear, such sinful words coming soon after

"im wearing lingerie under my clothes, your favorite set too. wouldn't you like to just ruin me right here and now? make me cry and look so pretty while you show everyone im yours?"

— safe to say that you immediately dragged him to the family bathroom and fingered him until he was gripping onto you for dear life, begging and crying out for you to stop and take pity on him (he's lying about wanting you to stop)

— when you're out with errands or just at work, he'll take such sinful pictures of himself to send to you randomly

— the pictures would include his legs spread out, a obvious bulge in his underwear, and something adorning his body whether its lingerie, a maid outfit, or rope that's tied so tightly on him

— if he's feeling like teasing you even more, he'll send whimpering audios that beg you to come home and fuck him and if you listen close enough, you'll hear some wet noises that let you know that he's masturbating

"f-fuck, [name] come back s-soon, please? i-i miss you so much! i- ah! i-im wearing your favorite outfit right now! i'll be a g-good ngh boy waiting for you ♡"

— itll end up with you rushing home after you're finished to fuck him dumb in that outfit, making it stained with his tears and cum

— he knows you can't really get him pregnant but your yandere just loves those straps with cum in them that you can just shoot inside him whenever you're fucking him fast and rough

— that'll make his eyes roll back and head throw backwards as he lets out such a loud mewl at the feeling of your fake cum filling him up

— and afterwards he'll tease you by using his fingers to push the cum thats gushing out of his hole back in before licking his fingers

— although your yandere is a good boy for you most of the time, theres times where he's a brat

— he'll talk back to you whenever you command him to do something or cum without permission

— but just some long edging or overstimulation will break him and turn him into a sobbing mess

— tying his hands to the headboard and keeping his legs spread apart whilst a vibrator is inside him on the highest setting is his favorite punishment

— your yandere thinks you don't know that since you do it all the time but you actually do know it, you just love the way his face is stained with his drool and tears while his chest and the sheets underneath him is covered in his cum afterwards

— such a slut but we love him for it

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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[yandere-romanticaa]

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Yandere Tobio Kageyama Headcanons

⚠️WARNING⚠️ will contain dark themes

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• Kageyama is a very possessive Yandere to have. He is also extremely insecure, but will never ever admit it to you. He most likely fell In love with because of how loyal you seemed to be with your friends. You probably have never even talked to Kageyama before. Most likely you are a classmate of his that he had a crush on.

• He would watch you as every single morning it would come to class laughing and talking with your friends. He would also watch how caring you were to them. He wanted you to love him. So he slowly started to show up in the same places you are. Tsukishima would catch on to the fact that Tobio had a minor crush on you and would pick on him for you. One day you were dropping something off to Daichi at the same time that volleyball practice was taking place. ( you were also a first year ). And when you dropped it off Kageyama’s heart literally was pumping so fast as he tried to show of his setting skills to you.

• You noticed and immediately complimented him on it. Poor boy was so happy that he invited you to one of their practice matches . You happily accepted the offer. You were always looking for new friends. Over time you and Kageyama became super close friends. Kiyoko even invited you to become a manager along with Yachi.

• As time went on , Kageyama started to become more and more possessive over you. It got so bad that he would even wait for you outside of you classroom. He would even start to leave you love notes inside your locker for you to find. Whenever you told him that you think you had a stalker, he told you not to worry about and that he will keep you safe. He was thrilled that you came to him to protect you. Because you felt safe around Kageyama, you never declined him when he offered to walk you home. Sometimes after school , he would follow you home ( without your knowledge or consent ) , and spy on you through the window of your house. He tells himself that he I yo does it to protect you and make sure you are safe.

• * Kageyama is also very clingy around you . Like many other yanderes, Kageyama does have a little bit of trauma. He is deadly afraid that you would leave and abandon him ( even though the two of you are not dating yet ). He always gets mad when he find you hanging out with someone that is not him. He will threaten whoever you were hanging out with. He truly means ever single word he said to them. He is not afraid to beat them up after volleyball practice. Kageyama is also not afraid to end someone’s life after they treat you badly. In his eyes , you deserve to be treated like a Prince / Princess. Anyone who treats you anyway below that , needs to go. Kageyama will probably kidnap you after a while.

• * When he does finally kidnap you , he does not want you to be scared. He will comfort you. He absolutely refuses to leave your side for any reason. At night he is cuddling you to sleep whether you like it or not. Sometimes he will force you to sit on his lap while he watches some volleyball games. He would get really happy if you were to fall asleep on his lap. It gives him the chance to carry you to the bed and cuddle up to you without you trying to push him off. Although Kageyama might treat you very well , don’t you dare try to escape that man. He will be furious. It is kind of useless to even try if I am being completely honest with you. This man will track you down in under forty eight hours.

• If he can’t find you then he will get super depressed. He will get so sad that even his volleyball performance starts to get bad.

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[butterymangowrites]

permanent fix

soulmate au + a/b/o

paring: alpha atsumu x fem beta reader

warnings: bullying, dub-con, atsumu is not nice, smut, slight breeding kink, biting, blood, choking, mirror sex, possessiveness, jealousy, alpha rut, atsumu talks shit, dramatic atsumu

word count: 2.2k

english is not my first language. please excuse any mistakes

Born as a beta, you never thought fate would toy with you by giving an alpha as your soulmate. Especially not one like Miya Atsumu, the one whom you went to school through college with and still having to see his face ever so frequently as if he had sworn to never let you live in peace. 

For someone who made faces when seeing the lunchboxes your mom packed for you and proclaimed a beta was weak when you first presented at fifteen, Miya Atsumu couldn’t seem to detach himself from you. 

So when you had a crush on one of your colleagues at twenty five, having his nose in your business as usual, Atsumu knew instantly. 

“Another beta.” Lying comfortably on your couch, Atsumu scoffed. “Predictable.” 

“Didn’t ask for your opinions.” 

“I’m giving it anyway,” he said in a singsong voice, but his face was without mirth. “You can fuck whoever you want, but I’m getting my fix. That’s non-negotiable.”

Oh, yeah. His fix. 

He patted his lap. “Come here.”

Then it all began again. Him cradling you in his lap, hands going all over, lips spilling hateful words. 

‘Weak fucking beta.’ He would say. ‘Even Osamu got an omega soulmate. Makes me jealous as fuck.’ 

But then he would kiss you like the world might end tomorrow, doing everything opposite of what he said. This time was no different. His hot tongue was everywhere he could reach, acquainted itself with yours before leaving a wet trail down your neck. 

You protested when he nipped a little too hard, scared he might leave marks. He did that once. The deep purple hickey you saw in the mirror after he left your apartment scared the shit out of you. A little more force and teeth could have broken the skin, and that thought caused chills to run all over your body. You didn’t want to bear his marks. 

Yet, Atsumu didn’t care. He never did. His hands were now on your buttocks, squeezing hard through your thin pajama bottoms. He moved you to one of his thighs for better concentration. The hands on your butt now rolled your hips back and forth, to the point your moan finally slipped out of your tightly zipped lips and you forgot about the harsh nibbling on your neck.

“Go whore yourself out,” Atsumu whispered. “Like I fucking care.”

Same here, asshole.

You thought, didn’t say out loud. 

Touching each other lifted the heavy weight in the heart caused by the act of not accepting the soulmate bond. Nothing more, nothing less. If not for this calling of intimacy both of you obliged to feel, he wouldn’t be here. You knew that. He said it way too many times. 

Still, your cheeks were licked, your lips were tasted, neck wet with saliva. You felt like a prey about to be eaten every time he was close. Yes, he may not care. But he sure was possessive enough of things that were given to him. 

Whenever you tried to wiggle out of his firm grasp, he tightened his fist. This time was the hardest you ever felt. 

—

In more than twenty years of knowing each other, never once did Atsumu come to you when he had gone into rut. So when he called you two in the morning one week after his last fix, ordered you to pack a bag and tell your boss you would be on leave for a week, you were baffled. It was never more than kisses and touches with him. Your clothes were always intact and on. The idea of that being changed had you flat out saying no. 

That didn’t stop Atsumu from coming to get you one hour later though. When he saw that you did nothing to get ready, his jaw was clenched. A split second later, he packed your bag himself, shoving clothes and toiletries in without any care. You were still in pajamas when the passenger door was slammed closed and he hit the gas. 

—

There were reasons why betas are not for alphas. Physically, they were incompatible. Betas weren’t designed for alpha’s stamina, not to mention one in rut. At one point, you did not care to count anymore how many times you had blacked out. Fading in and out really fucked with your memory. All you remembered was the non-stop pounding, Atsumu’s breath against your face, and his uncharacteristic cooing, praising you as his good girl. 

“Knew you were built for me.” The blond menace pulled on both of your wrists, never stopped his thrusting. “Let me knot you again, okay?” When you shook your head, face wet with tears, Atsumu shushed you softly. “Shhhhh. You can do it, I know you can.”

And you could. But it was not without pain. 

“Shouldn’t have waited this long,” Atsumu said close to your lips. “You almost got away.” 

He talked too much. But it would have been a big fat lie to deny that his words didn’t turn you on. That his vile confession didn’t affect you.

“Bold of you to even think I would let someone else touch you.” He sounded out of breath, closing to his end. “All the effort goes to waste. No no no no.” 

You felt it coming, just seconds before. Then your whole body was taken by the waves of thrills and your whole vision turned white. Atsumu was not your first, but as if he was the harbinger of agony, it hurt when he first penetrated, hurt when he knotted. And when you felt a sharp sting at your sensitive neck, you knew he defied the rule of nature once again by marking you. 

Fruitless. That was what it would be. Betas were not made for alphas. Mating bites did not forge any bond with the wrong person and would fade over time. But Atsumu had always been stubborn. One bite turned into two, three, then countless. All you felt was pain and the wetness of blood before darkness took your consciousness like the many rounds before. 

—

The mating bites faded within two weeks, all except the first mark, proving to you that even biology could not win over destiny. Same went with all other beta-alpha soulmate couples out there after you had done some research. They were rare, but they were there. You shouldn’t have let Atsumu bite you. Should have known better that things could get weird when it came to soulmates. Now, he wouldn’t get off your ass, had the audacity to move his things to your apartment and yours to his, calling you his girlfriend in front of everyone and expecting to see you at his games. 

You didn’t even like volleyball to begin with. And as you watched his magnificent tosses to any players he deemed to have high chances to score, you thought of a way to get out of his clutch. 

He needed an omega, the correct designation he always longed for. Because even with all the protective caresses and the promise to never let you go, Atsumu was still mean. Like going back to the ninth grade when you put makeup on for the first time and he gave you the nastiest comment that made you go wash everything off in the school toilet, his words still stung badly when he chose to weaponize them. 

‘Samu’s mate smells like she needs to be bred.’ He said that nonchalantly one day at Onigiri Miya, sitting side by side with you at the counter where his twin and his mate helped each other with cooking and serving the hungry athletes who were there to celebrate the day’s victory ‘Don’t know how he stands that. So sweet’ 

Hearing that made your conversation with Hinata pause. His steely gaze was the first thing you saw when turning to face ‘your boyfriend’. 

It didn’t end there. For days Atsumu was in a devilish mood, his jabs that you knew most of them were meant to just rile you up for fun had become a real emotional harm. He still fucked you, make no mistake about that. And it was as devilish as his temper. 

‘Too hard, Miya. Too hard.’ You still wouldn’t call him by his first name. 

Veiny hands wrapped snugly around your neck, Atsumu only went faster after hearing that. The bathroom mirror was foggy with hot steam from the shower, but you could see enough. One of your legs was perched on the counter, allowing the view of his cock pistoning in and out of you, your breasts bouncing fast. 

‘Would have been pregnant already if you were an omega.’ The sentence came out coated with his accent, thicker than normal, like he didn’t have full control of how he spoke. ‘But that’s alright. I can take my time with you. We’ll get there,’ he purred. ‘Still, what a shame, huh?’ 

Shame his ass for saying that and not letting you leave. ‘Go fuck an omega then.’

He smirked. Pissed you off. ‘Nah.’ 

As his toss to Sakusa scored a winning point, the loud cheer brought you back to the present. You saw Atsumu eyes staring up at you from the court below and knew what you had to do. 

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Getting an omega who wanted to spend a heat with Miya Atsumu was easy enough. Sending her up to your apartment where he was already there waiting for you was as simple. You drove away then, not far, stopping at your favorite 24-hour cafe because you needed somewhere to sit and waited for the first feedback from the omega girl. Half an hour later, you got a call. 

The screen showed the female omega’s name. You picked up and said hello, expecting to hear that everything went well and that you could go find somewhere else to sleep for the next five nights.

But you only heard cries. Not of pleasure, just a full-blown crying with hiccups. 

“Hey, are you okay?” you asked, frowning. “Talk to me. What happened?” 

“He—he screamed—at me,” she spluttered, almost incoherently, “and only asked where you were.” 

You cursed quietly, finally able to stop stirring the poor coffee you ordered without any interest in taking a sip. “Where is he now?” 

“I don’t know,” she cried. “He left—after the screaming.” Her voice wavered all the more when she kept on trying to speak. “You had to see him. He looked murderous. There was not even a hello. He straight up shouted at me, accusing me of breaking in. When I tried to explain—mentioned you, his face was all red.” A hiccup interrupted the long babbling. “He said he was married to you and showed me the ring.”

You were not sure what crack Atsumu was on, but there was definitely no ring or marriage. 

The call was still on when you heard the cafe’s door pushed open. And it was as if you saw the devil with your own naked eyes.

Atsumu walked in. 

His strides declared no peace or mercy when he saw you, ignoring the greetings from the two night shift baristas. 

Not wanting to cause a scene, you stood up, didn’t say anything when he put his hand on your shoulder and led the way out. 

The drive was silent. Your car was left at the parking lot near the cafe, you would have to come and get it as soon as you could before the parking fee turned as murderous as him. When asked where he was going, he answered solemnly, “My place. Yours stinks.” 

You just knew it was going to be a long night. 

—

Atsumu was the one who got the car out for you the next morning since he was the one who could still walk without wobbling. The sheets you slept on were rumpled. They reeked of cum. 

You reeked of cum. 

‘You think you’re so funny?’ he asked, knowing you couldn’t answer with his cock occupying your mouth but did it nonetheless ‘You wanted me to fuck her? What was going on in that pretty little head?’ 

He pulled you by the nape of your neck before pushing your head down, forcing your throat to take more of him till you felt the urge to gag. 

‘I thought we had an understanding, baby,’ he said, finally relenting his grip on your head. ‘No whoring yourself out.’ Then he stressed, ‘And no whoring me out. I’m yours.’

‘Do you understand?’ 

You only nodded.

‘Words.’ 

‘Yes, Miya.’ 

‘Atsumu,’ he said, looking like he wanted to throw up. ‘You’re not fucking my brother. Don’t make me imagine that. Call me Atsumu.’

‘Yes, Tsumu.’ 

Looked like you delivered. Atsumu grinned from ear to ear. ‘Good girl. My best girl.’ 

That was last night. 

A warm kiss to the cheek woke you again, must have dozed off after Atsumu left, but those scenes were not a dream. You heard him whisper, 

“I got your car. Parked it at your place.”

He looked like he got a ten-hour sleep while you could not move a limb without feeling sore. Not fair. And the way he looked so good in sheep’s clothing, his wolf’s skin all hidden. Not fair at all.

“Shower.” Your voice was hoarse, but you got the message through. That was good enough. 

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ᝰ.ᐟ shinsuke isn't too happy after your little escape attempt, and he makes it known. (fem!reader)

word count 2.5k content contains mating press, creampie, yakuza au, yandere themes, dubcon, praise kink, pet names (good girl), depictions of violence (not towards reader) author's notes sorry for lack of context; this is meant to take place after this fic concept

Shinsuke Kita doesn’t flinch when he pulls the trigger on a gun. 

The recoil doesn’t even register for him; when you do something for so long, eventually, it just becomes second nature. Like the mechanical movements you do when you brush your teeth, or the way you can tie your sneakers without having to actually look at the laces — shooting someone in the head is a mundane thing for Kita, for his line of work. He does it so often, has practiced it ever since he was a young boy, that what he does after is muscle memory. He removes the handkerchief from his suit and wipes the tiny splatter of blood that ended up getting on his cheek. He folds the sullied handkerchief neatly, tucking it away in the inner pocket of his suit. He makes sure the safety on his gun is in place, and he nods for Aran to drag the dead body away. 

When Aran takes his leave, the still-warm corpse in tow, the only people left in the room are Kita and a very scared young man. 

One of these men will be leaving this room, and the other will be hoping for a death as swift and merciful as the flawless execution Kita just delivered. 

“I told you there would be consequences,” Kita doesn’t taunt his victims. He’s not the type to do so. Cold and calculated — his own gang considers him to be a robot, and for the longest time, Kita agreed with them. But that was then, and this is now. Now, Kita has a reason to drag out his torture. Now, Kita understands what it’s like to find his very reason for existing. His purpose isn’t to lead one of the biggest yakuza families in the underground criminal world of Japan. His purpose is to devote his very being to you, and vice versa. 

So imagine how heartbroken he felt when he caught you trying to escape from the farmhouse he built for the two of you. And this man, a low-level runt in his group, had been foolish enough to give in and help you. 

“Please, sir, I wanted no part in the escape! She begged me, she—”

“She’ll receive her own punishment. I value fairness, after all.” Kita interrupts him, sounding as cold as the blood running through the young man’s veins. He’s frozen in fear as he tries to stammer out more excuses, more explanations, more promises to do better in the future but—

—there really isn’t much of a future for him. Not one that he’ll be happy to live in, at least. Kita is fair; having you slip away would have killed him internally. So now, Kita has to kill this man internally. Crush his spirit. Make him dream of death, dangle death in front of his face like a treat to a dog, but never, ever allow him such a kindness. 

(Kita is a fair leader, but very rarely is he kind. 

Kindness will get you killed. 

The boy dumb enough to help you — he’s kind.)

Kita retrieves a knife from one of the inconspicuous cabinets in this room. The fluorescent light hanging from the ceiling casts a warm glow over the both of them, but the blade of the knife reflects back the light, makes it shine in the poor boy’s face. He flinches. 

“Do you remember?” Kita asks him, turning the knife as if to inspect it from every angle. 

“Wh-what?” He stutters out, sounding breathless. He might be on the verge of a panic attack. That’ll make things messier than they need to be. 

“Do you remember what hand you used when you held hers?” Kita clarifies. He sounds calm, but the sight of another man holding your hand had him seething. Even now, it takes everything in him to not plunge the knife right into this young man’s heart, to twist the blade ‘round his insides, make him hurt like how Kita hurt when he witnessed it. 

“It was your left hand.” Kita answers for him. “Fortunately, you’re right-handed. Surely it won’t be too much of an inconvenience for you after I’m done sawing it off.” 

Kita’s chopped off a few fingers and one hand before, but never has he attempted to do it with a medium sized knife. A knife with a purposely dull blade. 

He smiles faintly. Sometimes, it can be fun to break routine and try new things.

You’re in bed by the time Kita returns home. He’s back later than he expects; it turns out, his little experiment with the dull blade is very, very messy. Maybe with practice, he’ll perfect that, too. That boy still has another hand to spare, after all. 

Feeling satisfied with himself, Kita starts humming gently as he makes his way to your shared bedroom. Before you, Kita never bothered making unnecessary noise. He rarely listened to music, but now—

The sting of your betrayal has lessened considerably. Kita isn’t even upset with you anymore. It’s normal for couples to fight and want to storm out on each other, but what matters most is that at the end of the day, he’s coming home to find you warming his bed. 

In his line of work, simple pleasures aren’t usually so sweet. 

You don’t stir when he joins you in bed, the mattress dipping just the slightest bit due to the sudden shift in weight, but he makes his presence hard to ignore, even in your slumber, when he presses his chest against your back, his lips nipping gently on the soft skin of your ears. 

You whine, your eyesight blurry as your eyes flutter open, trying to adjust to the darkness of the room. You’re instantly aware of Kita’s body covering your own, and when he feels the subtle shivers of your body, the both of you know it’s not because of the chill of the air conditioner.

He makes a tiny grunt of disapproval. Even after all this time, you’re scared of him? Silly girl — he’d never do anything to hurt you. 

Well, nothing that would hurt you too badly. 

“Did ya have a good dream?” He asks you, breath warm against your ear. 

You swallow hard, not brave enough to shift your body. Ever since the truth came out, the fact that sweet Shinsuke is more than just an average overworked businessman but is a yakuza crime boss, things have never been the same between you two. Kita is nothing if not persistent, though. He still cuddles up against you, he still whispers sweet nothings in your ear, he’s still affectionate and downright loving in every action he does towards you. 

He knows not to expect an answer from you, especially when he plays with the bottom hem of your silk nightgown. “Wish ya would tell me what goes on in that pretty little head of yours.” 

You can picture him frowning; as perceptive as he is, you know that he prefers hearing your thoughts directly from you. 

“What happened to Goto?” You dare to ask, and the air seems to shift in your bedroom. 

Kita is gripping the soft flesh of your thighs, his hand large and imposing, rough with calluses and forever red with blood. You never really learn, you suppose, about how there’s a time and place for such questions. 

“Goto received his punishment.” Kita answers calmly, voice steady but cold. “And I nearly forgot about yours.” 

Liar. You want to call him out, but you at least have enough self-preservation to bite your tongue. As if Kita would ever forget. It hasn’t even been a full twenty-four hours since your little escape attempt. 

Kita adores you, loves you, because in a world of greedy, nasty, spiteful little creatures, you are kind and caring and full of the sugary sweet goodness he’s always going to have a taste for. It’s why he’s not surprised when you ask him, 

“Is he… alive?” 

He lets out a short, sharp laugh. “Is that what you’re really worried about? Goto, over the broken heart of your husband?” 

When you don’t answer, Kita tightens his grip on your thigh, contemplating his next move, before he lets his hand travel to the apex of your thighs, his knuckles brushing against your bare cunt. He’s pleased to find out that you’re still his obedient, sweet girl, following his direct order of going to bed without a bra or panties. Some nights, he’s so tired, any excess fabric is a hindrance. 

“If you have a heart, you’ll tell me what happened to him.” You mumble, trying to ignore the way your body craves for Kita’s touch. Before the truth of his second life came out, you were an addict for him. No one has ever touched him the way he’s touched you, and even now, when you want to ignore him and try to remind yourself of what an awful person he truly is, you can’t.

There’s a traitorous part of your heart and soul that still longs for Kita, no matter the truth.

“It’s because I have a heart that I didn’t kill him.” Kita isn’t lying. The torture was for his pleasure, sure, but he knows how upset and inconsolable you would be if you felt like you were responsible for Goto’s death. The register of his voice lowers as he speaks again, though. His warning leaves you frozen in fear.

“If his filthy hands ever touch you again, I’ll kill him.” 

There are a litany of reasons why you find yourself in the position you’re currently in: wanting, waiting, whining for Kita. Fear, for one thing. You feel compelled to do whatever he wants, considering the sheer difference in strength and power between the two of you. But try as you might, it’s hard to ignore the tiny, nagging voice in your head that lulls you into a state of docile desire. Kita’s always taken care of you, right? You were in love with him, for fuck’s sake. And as you ride his fingers, content to wrap your warm, wet heat around three of his digits as he chuckles at your wanton display, that nagging voice reminds you that you still do — love him, that is. 

Three fingers buried deeply in the warmth of your cunt is enough to make you forget about the events leading up to tonight. He withdraws his fingers, much to your displeasure, and you whine out for him to continue with his ministrations before he shuts you up by forcing you to suck his thumb. You can feel the rough skin of his finger on your tongue, and you hollow your cheeks, treating this situation as if you were about to suck his cock, and your tongue laps at the pad of his thumb before he removes it from your mouth. 

Without any preamble, he’s back to burying his fingers into your pussy, his thumb — wet with your saliva — pressed firmly against your clit. 

“Do you wish it was my cock filin’ you up?” He grunts out, rubbing mercilessly against your clit as you continue to writhe against the bedsheets. Your cheeks feel warm, blood rushing up to your chest and face, and you bite down on your bottom lip, knowing your answer. A shameless, pitiful yes. 

“You’re so beautiful, so sweet, so kind.” In his world, kindness gets you killed. Kita’s no different from any other man in his line of work, and it’s why he’s ravaging you right now. Pumping his fingers in and out of your slick hole, making a mess of his fingers, of your pussy, of the bedsheets, of you. It’s why every time he brings you to your climax, you cum violently. You’re letting out a string of stuttered, fractured fucks mixed in with sharp intakes of breath and Shinsuke’s, and you buck your hips wildly against his fingers, pushing his digits even further in as you cum. 

With your mind hazy from pleasure, your brain scrambled from sleepiness and an intense orgasm, Kita wastes no time pouncing on you. There’s no chance for you to beg for him to wait, and you register that this must be your punishment.

Shinsuke is going to fuck you without any of his normal restraint.

He slides in your sopping wet cunt in one sharp thrust, burying his thick cock deep into your warm, snug hole. He likes having a routine, he likes having set boundaries and rules, he likes being a man of practicality. But right now, he’s fucking you like a wild beast. All you can do is just take it; take his relentless thrusts, his anger, his need to dominate you, to remind you who you belong to. 

“Open up.” He demands, his voice rough and thick with desire. You comply; it’s so easy, considering that you haven’t been able to hold back a single moan as he has his way with you. He spits directly into your mouth, watching the way his saliva sits on the surface of your pink tongue. He doesn’t need to command you to swallow, because you do, savoring the taste of him.

He makes you look him in the eyes as he fucks into you relentlessly. One hand is gripping your hip, practically crushing you as he pounds into your pussy. You’re so fucking wet that the sounds of him moving in and out of your cunt are so lewd, so loud. The inescapable burn of pain and pleasure, the sensitivity of your cunt having to endure his insatiable lust, has you moaning like a bitch in heat. 

“Shin— Shinsuke! G-gonna cum!” You squeak out, and it only motivates Kita to double down. He holds up your legs, your limbs burning from the stretch as he continues to get rougher with his movements. You’re looking at him with a dazed, fucked out expression, and he has the audacity to let out a chuckle. 

“There’s my good girl.” He praises you, spitting into your open mouth once more. 

With your legs trembling and the foggy haze of pleasure clouding your head, you greedily, happily accept his praise. Your legs press tightly against his sides, and with his spit in your mouth and his cock drilling into you with even sharper movements than before, you cum. 

Kita lets out a grunt of approval as he finishes inside of you, a load of hot seed pouring deep inside of you as he keeps your legs folded, his hips pressed against yours, as if he wants to plug you up with his cum. He kisses your forehead that’s glistening with sweat from the heat of his body colliding with yours; it seems the two orgasms he wrung out of you have taken its toll on your body. You’re a pliant, fucked out little mess — his pliant, fucked out little mess. 

“Good girl.” He murmurs sweetly. “I love you so much.” 

He doesn’t wait for you to say it back. He just pulls out his cock a bit before thrusting back into you. This action causes you to let out another long, drawn out moan. He’s absolutely relentless, and as tired as you are, you realize that you don’t want him to stop.

(Pity that you’re not capable of speech at the moment.

Because you would have told him that you love him, too.)

[sophiria]

Shaken series

a soft yandere tale

main pairings: Matsukawa x fem!reader x Hanamaki, Sakusa x fem!reader x Atsumu, Suna x fem!reader, fem!reader x undisclosed

warnings: 18+, dubcon due to alcohol in the first chapter, explicit sexual content and explicit language, manipulation, angsty undertones, non-consensual photo-taking and sharing in the first and second chapter, moral ambiguity, mind games, power imbalance, more warnings and tags to be found on ao3

Highball (first chapter, ft. Matsukawa x you x Hanamaki)

Sour (second chapter, ft. past Sakusa x you x Atsumu and present Matsukawa x you x Hanamaki)

Mudslide (published only on ao3. It's the third chapter, ft. Suna x you, plus an 'unnamed' male character x you. Iwaizumi, Matsukawa and Hanamaki also appear.)

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cw: mentions of drowning.. 'cause... y'know... sirens... yandere oikawa <3333

yandere siren! toru who has lured plenty of victims to an early grave but when he saw you... his instincts fought a war with each other... drown or steal you away for himself. it's easy to drag someone down to the deep depths of the sea, it's his nature but you're looking so cute on that boat, kicking your legs in the water without a care in the world...

yandere siren! toru who thinks it's clear you're no sailor or that you've spent lots of time in or near the sea, you have no look in your eye that signals you're aware of the dangers that are currently around you as your hand reaches into the water moving with the boat.

yandere siren! toru who has seen plenty of attractive people in his years but none has ever made him feel like this, it never mattered how someone looked to him, he'd still sing them his song. but with you it's different, fascination, he wants you all to himself.

yandere siren! toru who follows the boat you're on watching you intently. he has good hearing and at the distance he is he can hear you and why you're there, you pleaded with the old man in your village who is a fisherman, he's nearly ninety and he's losing his memory, if he wasn't he definitely would not allow you to come with him for the day. you pleaded to go with him, you're scared of the water and you want to overcome your fear, your legs swinging off the boat in an attempt to overcome your fear. you can't swim but you have trust that you won't fall in and drown- how naive.

yandere siren! toru who thinks carefully about his options. from what he's heard over the last four hours of following you this may be the only day he sees you and he certainly can't have that. he could steal you? if necessary maybe even pull you down until you can't breathe so no one else can have you? but the idea of doing that makes him angry, he's right about how no one else can have you but he certainly will and he'd never let any harm come to you, his precious pearl, his beloved- his mate.

yandere siren! toru has found you're a curious human asking the old man various questions about the sea. he an expert at all the things you were wondering about, so maybe he could answer everything you want.

yandere siren! toru who realises he can use how naive you are to his advantage. maybe if he pretended to be some helpless creature you would come to his aid, humans can be stupid like that or perhaps if he rescued you, you'd let you're guard down? he prefers that option.

yandere siren! toru who needs to 'save' you. he can't sing, not this time, it makes him pout when he realises it. he can't guarantee that you wouldn't figure out it was him after he saved you.

yandere siren! toru who is careful not to be seen or heard as he swims under the boat and turns it upside down, capsizing it. he doesn't take his eyes off you as you fall in the water, watching you with rapt attention, making sure you're still okay.

one second you're on the boat and the next second you're plunged into the cold water, your thoughts aren't about your loved ones or even dying young, instead your thoughts consist of 'god, how unlucky am i?' the first time on the water and you die. how unlucky. water fills your lungs and you claw onto nothing, you can't see but then a brief movement fills your vision, a flash of blue under the water, almost hypnotic looking and whatever it is is ethereal, a beautiful sight to behold before you die. your arm feels warm, like a hand around your wrist almost like you're being pulled somewhere.

yandere siren! toru who pulls you to safety, finding a cave he often frequents, safe from any elements that could harm you and a place for you to rest. toru makes sure there is no water still in your lungs, pressing his hands to your chest in a way he has seen two humans do before after nearly drowning. the only time he failed at tempting to lure sailors has really been a blessing because he saw what they did as they washed up on a small island and now he knows how to mimic it.

yandere siren! toru sings to you while you're unconscious, stroking your cheek and nuzzling your neck, smelling your sweet enticing scent. fish circle around him as he sings and he easily disposes of them, piling them up near you for you to eat when you wake up.

as you wake you think you may be hallucinating or dead. you feel cold sturdy rock under you and as you blink a man comes into your vision. an attractive man who looks about your age with dark brown sweeping hair and chocolate brown eyes to match. both his face and his upper body would make anyone swoon. his charming smile leaving you looking up at him in awe.

yandere siren! toru who tells you his name, 'toru oikawa, but you can just call me toru!' he had said with a wink. he explains how he saw you in the water and was able to take you to the cave. "what about the man who was with me?" your voice sounds more hoarse than you thought it was going to be originally.

"huh?" toru cocks his head to the side. "i guess he died."

yandere siren! toru who watches you look around the cave, how there's enough room for you to move along the stones as long as you're careful but after what happened you're not sure if you think you're brave enough to try, worried that you'll slip and fall in.

you wonder how a cave could feel so warm, but toru choose it for that exact reason, to keep you warm. you know you'll have to take your clothes off soon so you don't get ill, you hope that toru will bring it up instead of you though. you're still studying your surroundings and your eyes land on the pile of fish. toru grins and fire lights up within him knowing that he's providing for his mate, he gets any food you need and watches as you eat.

you pass a fish over to toru and he blushes, "don't you want any toru?" he didn't originally but now you're holding it out to him he does, he leans close to you and gently clasps your hand that's holding the fish eating it. normally he eats a lot quicker.. carnal? but he doesn't this time, he tries not to he doesn't want to scare you.

yandere siren! toru who talks while you eat, asking you questions and learning more about you- his mate. he answers your questions as well without giving too much away.

yandere siren! toru who wants to wrap his arms around your soft plush body after you've eaten, he wants to protect and provide for you, but you interrupt those thoughts. "toru... why are you still in the water? you can sit next to me. if-if you don't want to there's lots of room but you'll get cold."

yandere siren! toru wishes he got to spend more time talking to you before you finding out he wasn't human. "you're so considerate and kind pretty pearl but i have something i need to tell you." the affectionate petname of pearl makes your whole body heat up and you hope you didn't react in away that he notices. "i'm not like you."

"i don't understand toru."

"i'm not human."

[gladiatorcunt]

- GUESS | XIII.

you wanna guess the color of my underwear, you wanna know what i got going on down there

cw: kinktober prompt (ass worship), yoga trainer!oikawa, fem reader, rimming, body hair, scent & piss mentions, light implied yandere, public sex (?), hinted possibly one sided iwazumi x reader, light dub con, mentions of fisting, implied that oikawa’s been into reader from the start, semi obsessive behavior, porno plot, self degradation, food play mention

please do not repost, translate, or feed this work to ai

kinktober 2024

“Mmh, just like that cutie, lift those hips up for me.”

You’ve been coming to the new yoga class that just opened up at the gym for a while now, a couple months a few times a week, you’re a bit of a homebody otherwise and yoga is the one physical exercise you don’t mind doing often. You like being flexible, able to bend your body in shapes and ways another person would have a harder time doing. And you’re not having sex, so any physically strenuous activity that leaves you sore until you’re put back together by your healing body does wonders for you.

Plus you like the way the leggings hug your well endowed assets, so do a lot of the men in the gym. You wear the form fitting workout clothes for yourself first and foremost, but you can’t lie that a little attention from afar (sometimes too close up by one of the trainer’s usually steps in to help you) boosts your ego. If there’s one thing in life you have to be proud of, at least you have your ass. Squishy and round, jiggles when you walk and never disappoints you unlike everything else in your life.

The same ass that’s raised high in the air in front of your yoga trainer, a more than handsome man in his late 20’s with wavy milk chocolate colored brown hair and a smug twinkle in his eye that’s connected to his smarmy always on his face (even when he seems pissed) grin. You’ll never forget the confidence in his posture, standing tall at the front of the class and introducing himself. Tooru Oikawa, just moved here from japan, his best friend owns the place so it wasn’t too much trouble to get hired, and SO excited to start this journey with you all!

You’ve stayed at the back since then, anxiety swirling in your belly when he’d make the rounds to correct your forms and check on you all. But he’d only pass by with a brisk touch to your back and a ‘good job’, maybe a semi solid pat if you were one of only ones who had a good form, and not to brag, but that’s been the case on more than one occasion.

Now you’re undergoing a little one on one session, he asked you to hang back, noticing you’ve been holding yourself back. You’ve never made much of an effort to talk to him and despite the fact that you’ve never needed this kind of focused attention, he’s been feeling a bit bad that you keep to yourself so much. He doesn’t bite you know, not unless you want him too.

It’s an odd flirtation, something you’ve noticed he never does with anyone else in the class. Oikawa’s attractive enough that you’d balk at him abusing his privilege to drown himself in quickies in the gym’s showers, as off putting as it’d be. But he’s very professional, chuckling at one of the older women making a pass at him and politely turning her down.

So you got in your own head and knew that since there was always room for improvement, surely there must be something he could help you with. So here you are, going through basic poses first before he pushes you into the more advanced ones. You told him that other than increasing your flexibility, you weren’t really sure what other areas would be best for you to get better at.

Oikawa smiled and squeezed your shoulder, no worries, he’ll walk you through a little assesment mini program. Since you mentioned not having done yoga seriously until now, there could easily be something you didn’t even realize needed to be attended to!

“Remember, we want to really feel that stretch, arch your back and lower your head. Breathe in, breathe out.” He instructs, settling a wide palm on your lower back. “That’s it, good girl.”

He’s so close, if you backed up to regain your footing your ass would press up against his bulge. Not that you can tell if he has one right now, but you’re kind of hoping he does. It’s just another part of the fantasy, that’s all this is, you tell yourself. You’re going to soak up the attention, make more small talk as you gather your things and leave, and sit at home suffocating your vibrator until your legs turn into jelly.

“Am I doing this right? My legs feel stiff.” You shift your weight from side to side, your hips gently sway, you could be too in your own head but having Oikawa’s pretty eyes scrutinizing every detail of your body is fucking with your confidence.

He hums, a trail of heat sizzles down your back as he slides his palm down to cup your hip. “If something seems off then it probably is, just widen your stance and put your feet further apart, loosen up your hips. You’re definitely a little tense, cutie.”

Okay so he’s definitely flirting with you, but you don’t startle and shoot back up so you can get out of here. Instead you internally cringe at the squeaks your yoga mat produces, adjusting your ankles to line up more with your shoulders. You keep breathing, in and out, letting your energy flow through your limbs as you maneuver them into the different positions.

Oikawa Tooru burns like a furnace in hell, you realize. Despite having a firm grip on your hip, he’s standing a respectable distance away from you as you bend over. You can still feel the heat radiating from him, his sleeveless muscle tank and his black shorts.

“I think that’s better. Sorry, it's hard for me to relax, I guess.”

“No worries, I totally get it, you do seem like the type to be wound up but that just means we get to unspool your thread and unravel you so we can get to the start and rebuild.” His free hand curls around your other hip, his thumbs absentmindedly stroke the crease where they disappear into your thigh.

This private coaching session is steadily becoming what you’re afraid of, and so horny for you could shoot off into the sky like a soda bottle chocked full of mentos. You didn’t notice when Oikawa got even closer, his blunt hip bones cradling your ass in between them. Could he just be weirdly, and grossly in most people’s eyes, friendly? Does he even see what he’s doing as being the tentative first step into fucking you in a public gym yoga studio?

“Um, yeah, thank you by the way. I’ve felt so much better since I’ve started taking your class, you’re a lifesaver even if I still have a lot to learn.”

“Oh, we all do, including me, believe it or not. I remember you from back then you know, so shy and fidgety, like a baby bunny.”

“You’ve really filled out too. Excuse me for saying this but I know this ass wasn’t always like this, so pretty and plump.” Toned hands drag over the swell of your cheeks, not digging in and kneading the globes, only ghosting their touch along the clothed flesh.

You subconsciously wiggle your hips, Oikawa’s breath hitches behind you, and that is perhaps the most monumental thing you could have achieved today. Flustering the man who gets hit on a billion times per day and gives it back tenfold, a competition of who can keep their cool, that’s how he operates in most things you guess. Like he’s always competing against somebody even if they don’t know, and he just has to win or it’ll be an ugly spot on his record. A record only he keeps and only he sees, but you sense that that’s more important to him than anything else.

“Oh, thank you. I just do a lot of squats every morning and every night after class, nothing crazy. Yoga’s the only other kind of workout I do consistently, anyway.” You're still in what feels like a perverted version of downward dog, briefly taking stock of the strain in your legs now trying to hold the position.

Oikawa makes a surprised sound, “Really? You have such a great body, I’m shocked you’re not a gym rat like me and all my buddies. Some people are just lucky, huh cutie?”

He says it, humble and charming, like he doesn’t also consider himself one of those people. Your cheeks heat up at the idea of a musclehead like Oikawa complimenting your curves, your chubby gathering of fat even in places some people would find ugly, your wideset bones and plush tummy.

A pin drops, “Alright. I think you’ve been in that position long enough, why don’t you go ahead and lower your knees into the table top pose, bring your head up slowly and remember to breathe. In, out, good girl.”

His hands guide your hips down, he steps back to let you settle your knees on the mat. You hear the foam sink behind you, he’s sort of kneeling too, halfway sitting on his legs, the backs of his feet facing the ceiling. Oikawa looms over you like this too, he has a presence you can be lost in before you actually see him, which you definitely can in the wall to wall mirror in front of you. The yoga class was a dance studio before Iwa decided it didn’t fit with his vision, you remember Oikawa telling you all on his first day.

He must feel your wide eyed stare, because he looks up too and suddenly you’re locked in a charged moment.

Neither of you says anything as his feather light touches on your ass become firmer, he’s outright groping you and pulling you back to be flush against his crotch.

He grinds his half hard bulge against you, keeping eye contact with you through the mirror.

“I can’t believe it’s taken you this long to notice me, cutie. Been wanting to do this for so long, you have no fucking idea.” He huffs, adjusting his clothed cock to rest between your cheeks. “You’re so hot, every time I saw you bend over I wanted to cancel class and take you right then and there.”

You gasp and rock back into him, shaking your hips and digging your knees into the mat. You have half a mind to look around the room for the camera and porn filming crew but reality is clearly stranger than fiction, your hot yoga trainer’s stiff cock is sandwiched in your ass crack.

He takes his sweet time dragging his length up and down, the tip catches in the divot of your leggings where your hole is, you’re a little disappointed that he’s not humping you like a rutting dog but you suspect that that’s part of the fun. Oikawa knows you want him so bad that he’ll restrain his urge to fuck you through the floor all the way to the center of the Earth just so you can endure some teasing. You’re so shy and withdrawn but those girls are usually the best kinds of freaks, all he’s doing is bringing it out of you, call it another one of his famous coaching methods.

The door’s locked, so if Iwazumi catches on to what’s happening and tries to rain on your parade, he’ll have to listen to a symphony of moans and slick sounds of bare sweaty flesh slapping against bare sweaty flesh. Oikawa laughs and tells you that Iwa’s been eyeing you too, when you check in at the front desk, when you’re getting water, when you head into the changing rooms to get ready for his class, it’d be helplessly cute if you weren’t already taken. Or, you’re gonna be, at the very least.

“When we’re done, I'll clean you up with my tongue and we can go on a little date. I can take you out properly this weekend but I'd hate for you to think that I was just trying to hit and quit it. I’m not the type to pump and dump, not anymore.” He speaks into the divide of your ass cheeks, having sunk to floor fully and doing some bending over of his own to be at eye level with your lower half.

You bite your lip when he starts nipping at you through your leggings, he smiles into the fabric and bites down harder, soothing the sting with slow licks. Oikawa kisses all over the swell of your behind, sniffing the scent of your perspiration and your body oil in between, medicinal vanilla and natural musk. You can see him hump the mint green yoga mat as he reaches up to hurriedly tug your leggings down enough to expose your ass. Your black thong frames it perfectly, but Oikawa pulls them off too and stuffs them under the waistband of his shorts.

He groans at the sight of your bare skin as it bounces free to say hello, taking a handful of each cheek and squeezing the life out of them, the thick flesh bulges between his fingers so he swiftly smacks each one, for tempting him and making his cock so hard it could explode into a blood filled mess of cum and sticky pubes in his pants. You cry out, rocking forward only to be immediately pulled back so he can keep kissing your ass.

He dotes on it like he would your face or mouth, almost giggling before and after quick pecks that develop into long slurps at your rim. He runs the tip of his nose over the hair on your crack, wetting it in messy swipes of his tongue.

“You taste so fucking good, baby, better than pastry i’ve ever had, and believe me, you don’t even want to know how much money i spend at the bakery across the street from my apartment. You’d love it.” He moans, saying hello to your winking hole by dotting barely there kisses right in the center before toying with you, dipping the tiniest bit of his tongue in your walls, then dragging his saliva all over your pucker. “It’d be fun to eat something off you, we could make a date out of it. Go up to the counter and pick which ones would taste the best when I eat it off your fat ass, but I think they’d all be amazing, don’t you?”

You nod rapidly and throw your ass back on his tongue, burning in shame with every smug laugh and grunt as Oikawa beats around the bush so to speak, doing everything under the sun with your ass but properly eating it. You wish you were in your shitty apartment, sitting on his face and drowning out the sound of your arguing neighbors with your slutty moans. He looks up from behind you to check on how you’re doing, and thank heavens because he finally buries his face in your ass and slurps at your puckered hole.

You lose yourself to the experience, feeling his wet tongue fuck into your ass hole and carve out little pieces of you for himself. He pays zero attention to your pussy, which is why it’s so wet and dripping onto the mat beneath you, it’s like he’s too obsessed with your thick globes to even notice, but you don’t hate it. It’s hot to have a guy be eye socket deep in your ass but also have him neglect where you really need his attention, there’s a dichotomy between being the mousey way you’ve gone about your life and the whorish behavior this man is urging you to consider.

You looked fucked out already, hair all over the place from how much you’ve messed with it and lips dropping open on drawn out squeals and whines. Oikawa is eating your ass out like it’s his main job, the one he puts in overtime for and goes above and beyond to be employee of the month at. He thrusts his tongue a few more times before apparently deciding that’s not enough and slipping in one of his absurdly long fingers alongside it.

You whimper, clenching around both as you just sit there in that damn table top pose and let a man you barely know play your ass like a well oiled fiddle. He shakes your cheek in his hand as he digs his tongue into you, delicately fingering your hole until it goes slack enough for him to insert another. You’re impossibly tight, as much as your clit is howling for it you know perfectly well that any serious penetration isn’t possible. From the impressions you got, Oikawa’s packing enough to tear you until you bleed if you don’t use lube or prep thoroughly beforehand, which you’d do anyways but it’s a shame.

Your clit throbs painfully but Oikawa pulls back with a gulp of air to level you with a warning look in the mirror, which only gets you wetter, you twitch again because he’s one of those. There’s a brief flicker of defiance, you could pout and touch yourself anyway, you don’t owe this ridiculously attractive man anything and he’s the one motorboating your ass cheeks and not the other way around, so shouldn’t you be the one in charge?

Then his eyes darken, you get another sharp smack and you table the discussion for some far off occasion.

Oikawa smiles, gently kissing the apple shaped swell of both of your cheeks, “See, I know from your time here that you can be such a good listener, you’re so sweet for me, I know it. You can’t hide that from me just because you want to throw a fit, I said we’d get to know each other afterwards, didn’t I?”

You scoot your ass back in apology, silently begging him to get back to it. He must really be horny too because he dives straight back in, groaning into your rim and french kissing your hole. The hand not doing its best to push its entirety into you kneads your fleshy ass cheek, molding it like dough and separating it from its twin, giving him easier access to your pucker. He ‘tsks’ not even a second later, crooking his two fingers and letting go off your cheek, humming in contentment when it bounces against his face and he’s smothered again.

He wonders if you’ll let him fist you, give you a unique one of a kind rose to swoon over and keep tucked away inside you later, the perfect first date gift from your future boyfriend.

You can even do couples yoga in the morning after your first night together!

“Let’s see if you can cum just from getting your ass played with.” Punctuated by a fourth finger sliding into the knuckle in your ass, he scissors his fingers to stretch you out and playfully acts like he’s gonna sink his whole fist in, pulling out his fingers to curl them into a ball.

The barest hint of blunt pressure on your hole sends a flood of your juices down his arm, smelling somewhat pissy which gives Oikawa truly the most impish grin imaginable.

[yandere-sins]

How was the miya twins' first time with their sweetheart? If she were a virgin, I'm sure Atsumu would deflower her first

Thank you two for requesting my favorite brothers! ♥

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First Time

❥ It comes as no surprise that Atsumu did call dibs on the darling's virginity (or really all of their virginities). However, he went over his brother on this one, pouncing poor you the second Osamu didn't look. He started subtly enough, kissing and groping you while the three of you were having a movie night, but you and Osamu both notice he's more riled up than ever, even confessing to his brother upon being questioned that he can't wait anymore. He needs to have you, and Osamu should take a hint and give you two some privacy.

❥ Osamu is annoyed by his brother's antics but relents, getting up to prepare some essentials like water, lube, and condoms so you three can make the most of the first time you have sex. Atsumu wouldn't even think about these things, but he's evidently not the brain of the operation. But the moment he's gone, Atsumu has you flipped over, hands in your trousers, and fondling you into a moaning, gasping mess. He is rock-hard as he grinds against you, even when you're clearly not prepared yet, but he doesn't need an invitation to take what he thinks belongs to him anyway.

❥ So it doesn't take long until he has both of you freed from your underwear, probing his tip against your entrance before looking up at you and smiling. His gaze is so full of adoration and love for you at that moment, and even though you struggle, Atsumu merely pushes your head down so he can kiss you again before angling his hips upwards and inserting his length into you. Once the tip is in, there is no holding back anymore, and Osamu runs back to find you screaming and tearing up as Atsumu pounds into your tight hole mercilessly as if he's in a trance.

❥ It doesn't take long, to be honest. The feeling of being inside the person he loves proves much too tempting for Atsumu, and he ejaculates much too early into you to give you any sort of pleasure. In fact, the only reason why your legs are shaking is the pain from the measly preparation and the rough penetration, so you are actually lucky that Osamu is there to catch you as you get away from Atsumu in an attempt to recover from it, your legs giving out the second you try.

❥ Osamu is, understandably, furious at his brother, but Atsumu couldn't care less in his post-nut-haze, only his cock still bopping in front of him, smeared in all sorts of juices while Atsumu brushes off Osamu, instead asking you for a round two. Well, all that earns him is a pillow in the face from Osamu that Atsumu complains about loudly as you are dragged off to the bathroom, door locked before Osamu takes an embarrassing look at the damage Atsumu did.

❥ What follows is an endlessly long, drawn-out foreplay as Osamu checks if you are mostly okay before lubing you up to make it easier for you. His hands get more and more inquisitive, roaming everywhere and smearing the lube over your body as he fondles you. He's not stopping until you can barely hold back the moans and heavy breaths, his own cock painfully restrained behind his pants as he focuses on preparing you.

❥ But since he already got you all for himself, he'll at least make sure to take the other "first times" there are—at least those with the Miya twins. Your first blowjob, first orgasm without penetration, etc. And once he is sure you are ready, he'll pick up where Atsumu left off, pressing you against the door so his brother can listen to your moans as Osamu fucks you properly. It gives him great pleasure, naturally. But at least you will be well-prepared for when you're handed back to Atsumu, the latter still having a lot of energy to spend on fucking you and much to learn on how to please you with his brother watching over him to make sure you have fun, too.

Pregnancy

❥ Once you three figure out that you're pregnant, they are both ecstatic! At least in the beginning, they can't help but jump around from joy, hugging you, kissing you, rubbing your belly. Atsumu gets to you first, but Osamu takes his time telling you how wonderful you are and that he is so in love with you. They've been old enough and ready for a kid for a while now, and they spend the whole night planning what you will need and how they'll have to buy a house. Atsumu, especially, can't wait to show off his baby to the world, and Osamu is googling pregnancy-approved meals for his next prep.

❥ The time is a lot of turmoil, but the two feel less like captors for once as they are much more doting. Atsumu runs to the store for your cravings at any given hour, and Osamu has his massage techniques down to a t. They participate in online baby courses with you and even organize a discreet doctor to do check-ups and reassure all of you of your and the baby's health. And hey, you finally get to leave the old, grey apartment! In the middle of the night (which really caused bad mood swings) but they bought a charming, traditional house that you get to decorate however you want while they watch over your shoulder as you make the online orders.

❥ It's not ideal, but you at least have very attentive baby daddies to count on. They are much more gentle with how they treat you, even when you try to escape. They simply pick you up and carry you back inside, which works even with the baby bump. Restraints are less tight to also allow room for swelling, and they wouldn't even dare to starve or drug you in that time. Sure, you three argue as usual, but the twins can't stay mad at you, always sneaking back into your bed to hug you and touch the belly, asking if you know just how much they love you and that they'd do anything for you (so it's really not fair that you accuse them of all the bad things they do, Atsumu whines).

❥ As always, Osamu is your steady rock through everything. He's the shoulder to lean on in most, if not all, cases as he helps you bathe, feeds you if you are feeling unwell, holds back your hair, and rubs your back when morning sickness hits. He does that belly lift for as long as you want him to whenever he is home, and he showers you with attention and compliments about how well you are doing, how beautiful you are, and how lucky they are to have you, so it's not just about the baby all the time. But Atsumu does a lot, too, like buying you flowers and items you need on his way back from matches. He wears a ring to prepare everyone for the upcoming baby he will present to the public, committing fully to the act as he shows it off on TV and the like. And he takes care of your sexual needs, though for the first time, he takes a backseat and focuses only on your pleasure. The baby changed much in your relationship with the two, but it doesn't stay that way forever.

❥ Given, they are great parents, splitting the nights with you so you can rest up and giving you breaks over the day. Osamu takes the baby everywhere, even to work sometimes, and Atsumu regularly brings it with him to his training and to show it off while he's having some parental leave. You get all the medical care you could have wanted, but of course, the depression of your circumstances gets harder after having the baby and working off the hormones, so the free twin also takes on caring for you. Other people would be happy with these kinds of partners, but it's understandable, given the reason you are with them in the first place. Now, you have everything someone could want in a family, involved partners, a beautiful home, and a healthy, pretty baby. But that's not how you thought it would happen. Not one bit.

❥ And the real problem is... well, they want another one. They love their kid, but since they are identical twins, it's not really clear whose it is. It doesn't really matter (same DNA, after all), but another one would be nice so each of them can have one, don't you think? Atsumu gets handsy way too early with you again, but this time Osamu will drag him out by the hair if he has to. Don't get him wrong, he wants another babe just as much, especially because the pregnancy time with you was amazing, and he misses it a little. But naturally, it's way too early. That doesn't stop him from adding additional vitamins and nutrients into your food (all doctor-approved, of course) and helping you stretch so everything can heal well. They are obsessed with the idea, even if it looks like they are going through the day completely normal and composed. Still, they are stealing glances at your stomach, mouth-watering, as they caution themselves to be patient.

[heliosunny]

Yandere!DemonKing Oikawa Tooru x Reader

You had no idea how you ended up here. One moment, you were booting up that new fantasy RPG your friend had gifted you: "Defeat the Demon King and Save the World!" and the next, you were blinking under the dim torchlight of a cold, damp dungeon.

Your head throbbed as you sat up, chains clinking around your wrists. The last thing you remembered was the game’s title screen flashing before your vision swallowed you whole. 

"HEY! YOU THERE!"

You turned your head to see a tall, lean figure stepping into the flickering light.

You recognized him instantly—not just from the game’s lore, but from the way he carried himself like the world was his personal stage. The self-proclaimed demon king, a man who ruled with a velvet glove hiding an iron fist.

"You’re… Oikawa Tooru."

His smirk widened. "Oh? You know my name? How delightful." He crouched down in front of you, tilting his head. "And yet, you don’t seem the least bit afraid. Most people tremble just hearing it."

You were afraid. Terrified, even—but you’d be damned if you let him see it.

Oikawa’s fingers brushed your chin, forcing your gaze up. "What’s even more interesting is that my ability doesn’t work on you." His voice dropped to a whisper. "Do you know how rare that is?"

You didn’t answer. You had no idea what he was talking about.

He chuckled, standing up and dusting off his immaculate coat. "No matter. I’ll have plenty of time to figure you out." His smile turned sharp. "Consider yourself my new toy!"

With that, he turned on his heel and left, the dungeon door slamming shut behind him.

You slumped against the wall, heart pounding.

What the hell have I gotten myself into?

----

Every time Oikawa summoned you for his "game" your body tensed with instinctive dread.

The first time, he had given you a ten-second head start before chasing you through the twisted, thorn-laced forests of his domain.

The second time, he had blindfolded you and left you in the middle of a ravine, whispering in your ear, "Run fast. I love the thrill of the chase."

And now, for the third time, you were exhausted, your legs trembling as you pressed yourself against the gnarled roots of an ancient tree, trying to quiet your ragged breaths.

Somewhere in the shadows, Oikawa’s voice sang out, taunting.

"Come now, darling~ You can’t hide forever."

The last two times, you had barely escaped—more out of sheer luck than skill. Oikawa was toying with you, drawing out the hunt like a cat playing with a mouse.

A twig snapped nearby.

Your heart stopped.

Then—a hand clamped over your mouth.

"Stop moving. He’ll hear you."

Iwaizumi Hajime - Oikawa’s right-hand man, the only demon in this hellish court who didn’t seem to revel in your suffering.

You stilled, and Iwaizumi slowly released you. His sharp eyes scanned the trees before he jerked his chin toward a hidden path. "This way. Now."

You didn’t hesitate.

His quarters were sparse compared to Oikawa’s lavish chambers—practical, with weapons lining the walls and a sturdy wooden table covered in maps.

Iwaizumi pushed you onto a stool before grabbing a cloth and a vial of dark liquid. Without a word, he began cleaning the cuts along your arms.

"You’re lucky," he muttered. "He’s getting bored of just hunting you. Next time, he might actually try to kill you."

You winced as the antiseptic stung. "Why are you helping me?"

"Because someone in this damned court should have a shred of decency."

You stared at him.

He sighed, running a hand through his spiked hair. "Look. that man’s… different. He’s always been like this—obsessed with things that amuse him, things that challenge him. And right now, that’s you."

"So what do I do?"

Iwaizumi met your gaze. "Survive."

When he returned you to your chamber, a slightly upgraded cell with an actual bed, you collapsed onto the thin mattress, exhaustion dragging you under.

But as you drifted off, one thought burned in your mind:

Oikawa wants a game? Fine.

But this time, I’ll play to win.

You woke to the weight of an arm draped over your waist.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty~ Did you dream of me?"

You stiffened, but before you could react, he rolled you onto your back.

"I was thinking," he mused, tracing a finger down your cheek, "that today’s game should be a little more… exciting."

A snap of his fingers, and the chamber doors burst open.

A monstrous, lion-like beast prowled inside—muscles coiled beneath its dark fur, fangs glistening with drool. Its glowing eyes locked onto you like prey.

"Meet my pet, Kuro. He hasn’t eaten yet."

Kuro snarled, crouching low—ready to pounce. As Kuro lunged, you moved, ducking under his massive paws and grabbing the first thing your fingers brushed against.

Oikawa’s wrist.

You yanked.

There was a pop as his arm dislocated at the shoulder, his hand tearing free from his sleeve.

For a single, stunned second, Oikawa blinked at his own severed limb.

"HAH?!"

You hurled his still-twitching hand straight into Kuro’s open jaws.

The beast chomped down instinctively. Kuro’s ears twitched. His massive head tilted. Then, slowly, he licked his chops and let out a low, rumbling purr, nuzzling against your leg like an overgrown housecat.

Oikawa stared.

You stared back.

Then, to your horror, his lips curled into the most terrifyingly delighted smile you’d ever seen.

"You just stole my demon beast. How rude~"

You braced for retaliation—but instead, Oikawa just laughed, flexing his already-regenerating fingers as his arm stitched itself back together.

"I’ll let it slide this time," he mused, stepping closer. "But next time" His fingers brushed your throat. "I won’t be so forgiving."

Kuro licked your face.

You groaned.

What have I gotten myself into?

----

The castle was eerily quiet when you slipped out.

Oikawa’s absence was a stroke of luck.

But you didn’t stop to question it.

You half-expected Kuro to come bounding after you, or worse—Oikawa himself, materializing from the darkness with that infuriating smirk.

But nothing happened.

By the time you reached the human village, your legs ached and your breath came in ragged gasps. The wooden gates creaked open, and wary eyes studied you before recognition flickered in their gaze.

A woman with sun-worn skin and calloused hands stepped forward. "You’re the one the demon king’s been hunting, aren’t you?"

"Word travels fast. Don’t worry—we don’t turn away strays here."

The village was small but nothing like the cold, gilded halls of Oikawa’s domain. People moved, trading goods, sharpening blades, murmuring about the growing threat of the Demon King’s forces.

A weathered hunter handed you a rolled parchment. "You’ve got fire in you if you survived him. Might as well put it to use."

The commission was simple: Clear the nearby ruins of shadowbeasts.

As night fell, you sat by the hearth, listening to stories of this world—the wars, the lost heroes, the whispers of a prophecy.

"They say the Demon King can’t be killed by just anyone," an old man muttered, swirling his drink. "Only someone from another world can end him."

The days in the human village had been strangely peaceful. You spent your time honing your newfound abilities, testing the limits of your strength, speed, and even a flicker of magic you hadn’t realized you possessed. The villagers watched in awe as you felled shadowbeasts.

Leveling up.

The thought almost made you laugh. This wasn’t a game anymore. This was survival.

"You’re a natural," the village hunter remarked one evening, tossing you a freshly forged dagger. "Ever think about joining a proper adventurer’s guild?"

You caught the blade, spinning it between your fingers. "Maybe. But I’ve got other things to deal with first."

Whispers had been spreading—of a legendary Hero’s party marching toward the Demon King’s domain, armed with sacred relics and sworn to end Oikawa’s reign.

Finally. A real chance to see someone stand against him.

That morning, you volunteered to gather rare herbs from the forest’s edge, a task that conveniently brought you closer to the main road where the Hero’s party was said to pass.

BOOM.

The ground trembled. Birds scattered from the trees in a flurry of wings. Your head snapped toward the horizon, where the distant silhouette of Oikawa’s castle stood against the sky.

A second thunderous crash echoed, this time followed by a flash of blinding light—magic.

"What the hell…?" 

The Hero’s party. They must have arrived early.

And they were attacking.

You ran to witness the scene.

The closer you got, the louder the sounds of battle became—clashing steel, shouted spells, the occasional roar of something monstrous.

Kuro?

You burst into a clearing just in time to see the castle’s outer walls crumbling, dust and debris raining down. A group of warriors stood at the gates—four figures.

"My, my~ You came all this way just to die?"

A tall swordsman with a blazing golden aura—stepped forward, his blade pointed at Oikawa’s throat. "Your reign ends today, demon."

"Oh, I adore when they say that."

Then his gaze locked onto you.

"Ah. There you are."

He knew you were watching.

The world seemed to slow as Oikawa raised a single hand, his fingers curling with dark intent. The air itself warped around him. A pulse of black energy erupted from his palm, swallowing the Hero’s party whole.

That was his worst spell? And he’d cast it like it was nothing.

Oikawa sighed, brushing imaginary dust off his sleeve. "Honestly, I expected more from the so-called Hero." His gaze slid to you, amusement dancing in his eyes. "But I suppose I have you to thank for the real entertainment."

Vines burst from the earth, coiling around your limbs before you could react. They dragged you forward, thorns biting into your skin as you were hauled toward him.

Iwaizumi stood silently at his side. Kuro whined low in his throat, recognizing you, but a single glance from Oikawa had the beast flattening its ears and staying put.

"Did you miss me?" Oikawa purred, tilting your chin up with a clawed finger. "Or did you really think I wouldn’t notice you sneaking off?"

You gritted your teeth. "I wasn’t sneaking. I left."

"Oh? And yet, here you are again." His grip shifted, fingers wrapping around your throat "Did you enjoy your little rebellion? Playing hero with the villagers? Watching those fools march to their deaths?"

"At least they tried to stop you."

"And you? What will you try, I wonder?"

You spat in his face.

He wiped his cheek with his sleeve, his smile never fading. "How adorable."

You summoned the first spell that came to mind—a weak spark of fire, barely more than an ember—and hurled it at him.

He flicked it away like a gnat.

"Did you really think that would work?" His grip tightened, cutting off your air for one terrifying second before releasing you just as quickly.

"Tonight, you’ll learn what happens to naughty little runaways."

Then he turned, snapping his fingers. The vines dragged you after him as he strode back toward the castle, Iwaizumi falling into step beside him. Kuro whined again, padding after you, but Oikawa didn’t so much as glance back.

---

The grand hall of Oikawa’s castle was steeped in shadow, the air thick with the weight of whispered strategies and the clink of goblets. The Demon King lounged on his throne, one leg draped carelessly over the armrest, as his most fearsome subordinates debated border skirmishes in hushed, venomous tones.

Iwaizumi stood at his right, arms crossed.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH—!"

The doors burst open with a crash.

Every head in the room snapped toward the sound, weapons drawn in an instant—only to freeze at the sight before them.

You. Dripping wet. Barefoot. Wrapped in nothing but a hastily clutched bath towel.

"THERE’S A GIANT FUCKING CENTIPEDE IN THE BATHS!" you shrieked, pointing behind you with a trembling hand.

"Pfft—"

Oikawa dissolved into laughter, his shoulders shaking as he nearly toppled off his throne. "Oh my god—" he wheezed, wiping a tear from his eye. "This is the best day of my life."

The rest of the demons just stared. Some looked horrified. Others looked like they were seriously reconsidering their life choices.

Iwaizumi pinched the bridge of his nose. "You’ve got to be kidding me."

A skittering, chittering noise echoed from the hallway.

Your face went pale. "IT’S COMING—"

The doors exploded inward as a monstrous, segmented horror—easily the size of a horse—surged into the room, mandibles clicking, dozens of legs scuttling across the marble floor.

Oikawa, still grinning, lazily lifted a hand.

"Honestly, darling, you bring the weirdest things home."

A blade of pure shadow sliced through the air—and the centipede popped like an overripe grape, ichor splattering across the floor in a grotesque arc.

You stood there, towel still clutched to your chest, breathing hard.

Oikawa sighed dreamily. "I adore you."

The bath water had long gone cold by the time you finally dragged yourself out, your muscles still tense from the earlier ordeal. The servants had left a tray of food outside your door—roasted meat, warm bread, a goblet of spiced wine—but they refused to meet your eyes as they scurried away. Their fear was palpable.

You ate in silence, the weight of exhaustion pressing down on you. The bed looked like salvation—soft furs, plush pillows—and you nearly collapsed into it, ready to let sleep claim you.

Then the door creaked open.

"Tired?"

You didn’t even bother sitting up as he stepped inside.

"What do you want?" you muttered into the pillows.

He tsked, circling the bed like a predator. "So rude. After I saved you from that dreadful little pest?"

You scoffed. "You laughed."

"Because it was hilarious." He perched on the edge of the bed, his fingers trailing along the curve of your shoulder. "But now, I think it’s time for us to have a proper chat."

"Let’s start simple," he mused. "Your name."

You turned your head just enough to glare at him. "You don’t know it?"

"I could rip it from your mind if I wanted. But where’s the fun in that?"

Reluctantly, you gave in.

He hummed, testing the syllables on his tongue like a fine wine. "Hm. It suits you."

"Now, about that punishment I promised you..."

"You did think I’d forget, didn’t you?" 

You tried to twist away, but he was faster, he flipped you onto your back, pinning you beneath him.

"Oikawa—"

"Ah-ah." He tutted, leaning down until his lips brushed your ear. "No more games tonight."

Then his teeth sank into your shoulder.

You gasped, pain flaring hot and sharp as he bit down before pulling back with a satisfied smirk.

"There." He licked the blood from his lips. "Now you’ll remember who you belong to."

And with that, he was gone—leaving you with the sting of his mark.

The bite mark on your shoulder burned every time you even thought of defying Oikawa. A cruel little failsafe—his way of ensuring you couldn’t act against him without consequence.

But you weren’t about to let that stop you.

If you couldn’t fight him directly, you’d find another way.

Rumors whispered through the castle halls—of something powerful hidden deep beneath the dungeons, locked away where even Oikawa’s most trusted demons dared not go.

You waited until the dead of night, when the torches burned low and the guards were sluggish with boredom. You stole the key and soon you were slipping down the winding stone stairs, the air growing colder with every step.

Sobbing.

That… wasn’t what you expected.

At the end of the corridor, curled in the farthest cell, was a child.

A small demon boy with messy hair and a single, jagged horn. His eyes snapped to you the moment you stepped into view.

"Who… who are you?" 

You hesitated. "I could ask you the same thing."

He shrank back slightly. "Kageyama Tobio."

Your grip tightened on the key.

"Do you want to get out of here?"

You hadn’t expected what happened next.

The moment the cell door creaked open, Kageyama changed.

His small frame twisted, bones cracking, shadowy energy erupting around him as he grew—taller, broader, until a monstrous, horned demon loomed over you, his once-childish face now sharp with fury.

His voice was a roar, shaking the dungeon walls.

You barely had time to dive out of the way before Kageyama slammed through the stone ceiling, debris raining down as he surged upward—toward the castle.

The entire fortress shook as Kageyama tore through corridors. Demons scrambled, alarms blared, and somewhere in the distance, you heard Oikawa’s voice—laughing.

"Oh? Tobio-chan decided to join the party?"

It took him nearly an hour to subdue Kageyama.

When he landed in front of you, his coat was singed, his hair disheveled, but his grin was vicious.

"Did you miss me that much? You could’ve just asked for my attention."

You glared. "I was trying to prank you, not unleash a demonic disaster."

"Even better." His thumb brushed your lip. "But next time? Ask me first."

The bite mark on your shoulder burned in warning.

Note to self: No more freeing mysterious dungeon children.

Oikawa Tooru—no, just Tooru now, as he’d so imperiously insisted—had made one thing very clear:

“No more trouble, darling.”

You ignored him.

Because while he may have forbidden you from directly undermining him, he never said anything about… research.

The Demon Kingdom was vast, its citizens varied—lesser demons, shadowbeasts, even the occasional cursed spirit lurking in alleyways. And yet, one thing united them all:

Their baffling obsession with Oikawa Tooru.

You’d seen it before—the way servants tripped over themselves to please him, the way warriors preened under his attention, the way even the most fearsome demons turned into blushing messes with a single smirk from him.

But why?

And more importantly—how could you use it against him?

“Excuse me,” you said, cornering a flustered imp in the kitchens. “On a scale of ‘terrified’ to ‘would die for him,’ how would you rate your loyalty to Lord Oikawa?”

The imp squeaked. “W-Would die isn’t high enough—”

Noted.

You moved on.

A towering, battle-scarred demon general? “His laugh haunts my dreams. In a good way.”

A shy librarian demon with too many eyes? “H-His hands are so elegant…”

Even Kuro, when you bribed him with extra meat: “He scratches behind my ears just right.”

By sundown, your chamber was a disaster of scattered notes, hastily scribbled rankings, and one very incriminating pie chart titled:

“Reasons People Are Down Bad for Oikawa Tooru (And How To Exploit It).”

You didn’t notice the door creak open.

You definitely didn’t notice the two figures standing in the doorway, one visibly exasperated, the other…

“Oh my,” Oikawa purred, plucking a sheet off the floor. “Is this a ranking of how attractive my subjects find my smile?”

Your head snapped up.

Oikawa was already flipping through your notes, his grin widening with every page. “’Voice like melted sin’? ‘Hair so soft it’s unfair’? Darling.” He pressed a hand to his chest. “I’m flattered.”

“It’s not a compliment. It’s data.”

“Data you collected because…?”

“Because I’m figuring out how to ruin you”

Oikawa burst out laughing. “I adore you.” He tossed the papers back onto the bed. “By all means, keep going. I’d love to see what you do with this.”

And with that, he strolled out—leaving you surrounded by evidence of his own infuriating charm.

That night, you collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, papers strewn around you.

Somewhere in the mess was the real answer—the key to unraveling him.

You just had to find it.

The knock startled you awake—three sharp raps against your chamber door. You groaned, shoving aside the mountain of research notes you’d fallen asleep on, and stumbled to open it.

A demon you’d never seen before stood there, his armor scuffed and his single yellow eye gleaming in the dim torchlight.

“Kageyama Tobio requests your presence” 

You blinked. “…He’s locked up.”

The demon shrugged. “And yet, he asked for you.”

Curiosity won out.

Kageyama looked even worse than before—pale, his horn cracked, chains thicker than last time digging into his wrists. But his eyes burned with an intensity that made you pause.

“You’re the one from another world” 

“How do you know that?”

“That didn't matter.” His gaze flickered to the guard, who stepped outside, leaving you alone. “There’s a way to kill Oikawa Tooru. And a way for you to go home.”

“True love’s blade,” he continued. “The Namidagiri—the Sword of Tears. It lies at the bottom of Lake Akuyami, in the Valley of Lament. Stab him through the heart with it, and he dies.”

You frowned. “That sounds like a fairy tale.”

“It’s the only thing that can kill a demon king,” Kageyama insisted. “And you—you’re the only one who can wield it. Because you don’t belong here.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I loathe him.”

You left the dungeon in a daze.

It’s just a game.

That’s what you told yourself.

If I kill him, I go home. And he’ll just respawn. No consequences.

So why did your chest ache at the thought?

Your research came in handy.

Lake Akuyami was a cursed place, said to drown anyone who tried to swim in it. But according to your notes, Oikawa had hated it since childhood.

“Too many sad memories” a servant had scribbled in the margins of an old ledger.

Weakness confirmed.

Now, you just had to find the damn sword.

The journey took three days.

The lake was exactly as described—a mirror-smooth obsidian void, nestled between jagged cliffs.

You took a deep breath and dove in.

The water was cold. Not just temperature-cold, but soul-cold, like it was leaching the warmth from your very bones. You swam deeper.

There.

Embedded in the lakebed, glowing faintly, was a blade of pure silver.

You grabbed it.

Your fingers closed around the hilt of the Namidagiri—and the moment you pulled, the lake itself seemed to recoil.

The blade snapped in half.

You barely had time to register the broken shard in your hand before the lake’s fury erupted—currents twisting like enraged serpents, dragging you toward the depths. You kicked wildly, lungs burning, until you breached the surface, gasping.

Clutched in your grip was only the top half of the legendary sword, its edge still gleaming with an eerie silver light. The rest remained lodged in the lakebed.

"Damn it" 

But half a blade was better than none.

You returned to the castle, the fractured Namidagiri hidden beneath your cloak.

Kageyama’s words haunted you.

"Stab him through the heart."

But how? Oikawa was always on guard.

So you played the part he wanted.

The next few days, you doted on him like a lovesick fool.

You brought him his favorite wine.

You laughed at his jokes (even the terrible ones).

You let him drape himself over you like a spoiled cat, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin as he murmured about how adorable you were.

Iwaizumi watched you with narrowed eyes, clearly suspicious, but Oikawa?

Oikawa was delighted.

You had to wait for the perfect moment.

That night, as you lay beside him in the dim candlelight, his breathing slow and even, you finally let yourself think it:

What if this isn’t just a game?

What if Oikawa didn’t respawn?

What if killing him meant he was just… gone?

"You’re thinking too loud" Oikawa murmured, his voice thick with sleep. His arm curled around your waist, pulling you closer. "Whatever it is… it can wait until morning."

"Right..."

The moment the broken Namidagiri pierced the air toward Oikawa’s heart—his hand snapped up, catching the blade just before it could strike true.

Blood dripped between his fingers, dark and shimmering like liquid shadow.

"You really thought that would work?"

Oikawa tilted his head, studying you with something between amusement and hurt. "After everything I’ve given you. After all the fun we’ve had. You’d really try to kill me?"

"It’s the only way home." You answered truthfully.

His grip on the blade tightened, his blood staining the sheets. "Home?" A bitter laugh. "You think that’s what this is about?"

"Or is it that you’ve already got someone else in your heart?" His voice dropped to a whisper. "Someone you’d rather belong to?"

You recoiled. "What? No—"

"Or maybe," he continued, advancing on you, "you just hate the idea of being mine so much that you’d rather die than stay."

The bite mark on your shoulder burned, again.

You gasped, but before you could react, Oikawa was on you—pinning you down, his free hand tearing at your clothes.

"Fine," he growled. "If you need a reminder of who you belong to, I’ll carve it into your skin myself—"

Your fingers closed around the other half of the Namidagiri—the shard that had flown from your grip moments ago—and with a desperate cry, you plunged it into his chest.

Oikawa staggered back, staring down at the blade buried to the hilt in his heart.

"...Hah."

A trickle of blood spilled from his lips.

His knees hit the floor.

The world shattered.

You woke up.

The familiar glow of your computer screen greeted you with the word "VICTORY" flashing.

You were home.

A shaky laugh escaped you as you slumped back in your chair, running a hand through your hair. It had worked. You’d won.

The mark on your shoulder was gone.

Then—

A crash from the kitchen.

Your apartment was supposed to be empty.

Heart pounding, you grabbed the nearest weapon (a half-empty water bottle) and crept toward the noise.

The fridge door was open.

A tall, familiar figure stood in front of it, humming as he rummaged through your snacks.

No fucking way.

He turned, holding up a yogurt cup with a smirk.

"You really need to stock better desserts."

Your grip on the water bottle tightened.

"Motherf—"

[glassehun]

𐙚˙✧˖What is Love?

Pairing: Any Character x reader

This is Hero character x Villain reader sucker for angst so angst, uses of word dying so yea and I can't think of anything else

Love is him but it's never going to be the same for him. For him I am just someone who causes all the deviance in his little society that he loves so much. Love is him loving the people that live here in this place, love is him trying to protect this place or maybe the person he looks at every time he gets a chance.

Compared to his love for that person I am someone who just exist for him, Maybe in another life is all I can say to myself, But in another lifetime too he will always choose her but In all those lifetime I will always choose him, in all those lifetime I will die of agony waiting for his love and in all those lifetime I will desperately cling to his love.

Because without him I would never know myself. Without him I am just nobody, without him there is no fun, without him I would never learn to fly, I would never learn to love myself but I know to this society to this place I was always the villain, always the bad guy that should be dead.

Hate is the way he looks at me, Hate is the way he talks about me, Hate is the way he talks to me, hate is the fact that he killed me for his love, Hate is the way people rejoiced my death

I now lay dying in his arms, dying in my world's arms, dying in my source of life..yet now there won't be any life inside me to feel him and see him again.

Or love is the way he looks at me full of tears.. "In another lifetime, my sweet____" love is the way he talks to me, love is the fact he let me die in peace, love is him clinging to my dead body.

Maybe I never understood Love so maybe in another life when we meet again..