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crazyyanderefangirlfan · 9 months ago
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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.
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missmiyao · 6 months ago
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Dependent (Toru Oikawa)
Warning: Dub con, stalking, manipulation, blackmail, kidnapping, attempted suicide, power imbalance, delusional, mention of harming person using knife, abusive and toxic relationship, unplanned pregnancy, baby trapping, mental health issues. 
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You stare at him, standing awkwardly in the train. Usually, he go back home with Iwaizumi. Not today though, since you make sure that Iwaizumi need to stay back at school for good. It took you a few years to gather this courage, to be with him alone. Not that anyone in this train counted though.
You and him are alone in this train.
You smile at him, and he only nod. He recognized you though. Maybe, someone in Iwaizumi's class? You slowly stand up from your seat and walking towards him. After you did some research about Toru Oikawa, you know where he live, what station he stop, what is his favourite food and such.
Those fangirls can fuck off, because he is yours.
"Hi?" He speak to you, and you feel that your heart flutters. He's so handsome, tall and charismatic. Yet, you didn't reply.
You smile at him. You ignored the discomfort on his face. The train that actually packed with another people from the third stop makes you literally need to stand right in front of him. At first, you feel like your heart is going to burst from excitement since your crush is right at your back.
You hums in pleasure, as you trace your palm on his back. You feel him flinching, but could not move due to people pushing and stand static around him. He tried to grab your wrist, but you stop him before turn your neck to stare at him.
He did saw you glare at him.
"Do it and I'll yell." You said that as a tease, but Oikawa definitely didn't see it as one. He lower his head, nod timidly.
That's how you got to talk to your crush first time! You feel proud of yourself. Ever since then, you're all around him.
You come to his practice, cheering his name so loud that his fans start to wonder what's your relationship with him. You did not say anything at first, but since they kept bitching about who the fuck are you, you told them that you are dating Oikawa. At first, they refuse to believe that. Hell, why would they be in denial?
You're the one dating him.
Oikawa knows about this too. He was about to tell something that you didn't like, so you appear in front of him with a pout and cross your arm. 
"Well... I'm not dating anyone at the moment."
Oikawa is mean to you, so you leave the gym that day. Though on the next day, Oikawa told everyone you two are dating. Yesterday is just a mistake and he was just teasing you. You told him that you forgave his grave mistake, which makes him because more careful around you now.
Maybe, it's because a picture- Oikawa said you're a fucking psycho and need to fuck off, but you took none of them to heart.
But now, he's the one cling on you like you're the oxygen to him. You doesn't mind it, really.
"Are you really dating Oikawa? I never see you two walk together." Iwaizumi asks you one day, and you sigh before cross your arm.
"We are. He's busy, right? That's why we rarely spend our quality time together." Your words doesn't make Iwaizumi backed off. He noticed that his childhood friend is acting weird when you're involved in the conversation or within his sight.
He wanted to know more, but you dislike any attention other than Oikawa's.
"Darling, can you tell Iwaizumi to stop meddling with our relationship, babe? I hate him." You casually told Oikawa while you cling to his arm. His body is stiff, always and never been more ready to run away from you.
"Sure... But. Can- can you dele-"
"Delete what, Toru?" You stop walking and stare at him with disbelief. You pull away from clinging to him, and that what makes Oikawa panic.
"I- I'm sorry! I didn't say anything. Please, let's just go to the Cake House together." He's about to touch you but you jolt away. You shake your head a few times.
"It's okay, Toru. I don't want to eat that cake anymore. I want to go back alone." You walk away, leaving the horrified Oikawa chasing after you. He's worried and scared to death. You ignore him, simply walk back home.
You brush him off, telling him it is fine.
A few weeks after that, people doesn't see you with Oikawa anymore. Everyone thought you broke up, even Iwaizumi. Although, everyone could see Oikawa is in great distress. He can't focus on what he is doing and he need to sit out for a practice match with Karasuno. You pity him, really, but to finally realized he's staying because of that unnecessary picture is not something you wanted.
After a few days, Iwaizumi talked to you again.
"Oikawa seems lost without you." He mutters. Even though he could maintain eye contact, you could tell he's nervous.
"He seems fine. Besides, he's the one who doesn't want anything to do with me, right?" You walk away, brush away Iwaizumi that keeps calling your name.
On the next day, you skip school. You decided that you cannot live like this anymore. It's not fun anymore to keep whatever her name is- well, you do know she is Oikawa's mother, in your basement. 
You gave her foods and such and everything and she doesn't even scared at you anymore. Well, you did throw in your cute knife moments and such, but that was just the heat of the moment. You stare at her as she stare back at you.
"Just, go back." You sigh, before undo the rope on her wrist.
"Wait, what?" 
"I don't find him amusing anymore." You open the basement door wider, before leave to go and cook dinner. Weird enough, Mrs. Oikawa doesn't go back to her house. Instead, she insist to stay and cook with you. Of course, you doesn't mind the extra person but why she want to stay?
School is normal, other than Oikawa tries to talk to you. You start to become annoyed at him. You are done with him, and you don't want him anymore.
Yet, you can't. He start to kneel in front of the public, refuse to go to practice and even wanted to end his volleyball career if you didn't take him back. In the end, you did.
You went to every match of his, watching him finally get back on track even though you're not interested anymore. He start to become a different Oikawa, a different person from you know. He starts to ramble about how good his days are, start to hold hands with you, walking side by side, do homework together and he even get the nerves to stay in your house when it's weekends.
You lashed out one day, telling him to fuck off and leave you alone, since you don't like him anymore.
Oh, that's when you see him kneeling, bawling his eyes and scream at you.
"Don't leave me! Please, take me. I can't leave without you! Plea- Please, I'll do anything as long as you stay with me." He grab your legs, doesn't want to let go at all. You stare at him with disbelief.
"Take this picture and leave me alone, Oikawa! You're a freak." You throw him a picture of him before, which you made is as something as a blackmail. He refuse, shredding the picture into pieces and continue to cries his heart out.
He want you, and only you.
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You graduated from a Beauty College and become a hair stylist. It's not something you love, but you could do it. You stayed in Japan, even though Oikawa told you that he's going to Argentina to become a greater volleyball player there.
Sighing, you told him that you don't want to follow him at all. You have your own life and such. He frown and sulk again. Not that he leave you alone though. Realization hits you hard when you realized about what you did to him before.
All clingy, telling him about this that he might have not listen and always crossing the line. You harassed him in the train before, correct. You did tried to assault him sexually, but you stop after you realized he doesn't like you back.
But now?
He could never leave you alone. He doesn't want to leave you alone. You are his oxygen and life. That's why he immediately propose to you a few weeks before he go to Argentina. You told him to fuck off and you're not interested but he insisted.
He gave you a diamond ring, not that it's expensive. It's also a ring that recommended by his mother. Now you wonder. Why does these two mother and son act like crazy person? You threatened, kidnapped and locked her up in your basement. You made Oikawa's life a living hell.
He doesn't deserve you, and you don't too.
Yet... He insisted.
You're working in a set- your fourth job for the month with good money. The actor and actress are not a fussy one, so you managed to get them sit tight while working on their hair. One of them are volleyball fans, watching a match that you definitely know one of them has Oikawa and the other one- you don't know. Oikawa did tell you before, but you purposely ignore his conversation and info.
Ah, you remembered that Oikawa did told you that he had interview today. 
"Ah, yes! I'm now living happily with my fiancée. She's drop dead gorgeous, kind and smart. I love her so much! Hey darling, if you see this, love you!" He wink at the camera and your eyes twitch a little. You stop spraying the hair you're working on.
You sigh.
"Ah? You know him?" The actor asked you, and you shrug. 
"Someone from high school." You replied and continue to do your job.
When you come back home, you are tired. The smell of good, hot meals entered your nostrils. You stare at Oikawa, who jump from the couch to greet you. He looks like a golden retriever that saw his owner that went to the toilet for 10 minutes. Longest 10 minutes in his life it seems.
"Welcome back darling! Today, I cook-"
"Shut the fuck up, Oikawa. What the hell? Why would you tell everyone that you're engaged? I'm not accepting any shit from you." You remember well that you dismiss his ring, smacking his hand that make the ring flew at least 10 metres away from you.
His eyes turned sad, as he started to tear.
"Cry, cry and cry. Is that what you can only do?" You didn't yell at him, but your tone is what making him sad.
"Please... I'm sorry. I- I proposed to you. I thought that you want to marry me. I didn't- I didn't think. Darling, please. I love you, I-" You slap him across the face, once.
He muffle his crying, standing in front of you and wipe his tears.
Dissatisfied, you slap him again and he didn't respond with anything other than those muffled cries. Ugly bastard. You scoffed at him.
"Are you seriously become dependant to me, Oikawa?" You stare at him with such intense glare. Oikawa could feel that his world is spinning and he's about to pass out if you keep staring at him like that.
He remained silent.
"I'm fucking asking, Oikawa! If you want to become silence as a fucking doll, then I'll cut your tongue!" You yelled at him and he flinch.
"No- no. I'm not dependant on you. I just, I love you so much. I can't live without you."
"Then fucking die." You shove him away, before go back to your room. Well, it's actually a shared room. Oikawa literally sleep with you every night ever since you bought a new house with loan. He did paid for you, but you never thank him for this.
You think it's weird and fucked up, about how Oikawa stare at you as you could give him everything in this world, as if you're the moon.
Oikawa did have an episode, consist of him knocking on the door a few times, apologizing while crying like a pathetic shit he is and yelling that he loves you so much. You ignored him, even though his voice is getting slower and the last thing you heard is him leaning on the door.
On the next day, you decided to go on a jog. You took a shower, dressed nicely with a plain black shirt and a pair of short. You hums, taking your phone and essential to go out when you unlock the door.
You sees Oikawa's body falling. He leans on the door so when the door open, he didn't get the chance to be ready so he fall flat to the floor. You stare at him when he smile at you, face pale and puddle of blood are under him.
"Stupid Oikawa, stupid! Did you really want my attention that much?!" You yell at him when you noticed a tainted knife on his lap. He cut his wrist vertically, which telling you that he indeed wanting your attention. Fucking, stupid, idiotic Oikawa.
Now he's doing suicide for just your attention?
"You finally look at me." He calls your name sweetly, as you tried to lift him from the floor. He seems like he's about to pass out. You cuss him out before push him into the car and hurriedly drive him to the emergency room.
About 3 hours passed, and you finally see him. The doctor did say a few things about him and his mental health too. You're annoyed, so the first thing you did when you see Oikawa's face is that you slapped him.
His lips crack and he bleed a little.
"Pull a stunt like this again, I dare you." You glare at him, really but all Oikawa sees is you smiling sweetly to him, for him.
"I love you so much." That's what he said.
After he got discharged, you half heartedly agree to his proposal. He wanted to bring you to Argentina, and you yelled at him to not cross a fucking line again. He pouted, yes, but that doesn't mean he can't left you in Japan alone.
Two months after he went to Argentina, he got a call from you. You screamed out your lungs to him. You finally realized he tricked you when he told you that he wore a condom that night. You thought you're smart enough, but not too smart to not notice that he poke a few hole on the condom.
Yet, Oikawa could only grin, chuckling over the phone when he know you're pregnant.
"That's a good news, darling! We're going to be a great father and mother! Though you need to lower your anger issu- Ah she hung up." Oikawa pouted, before put away his phone and go back to his practice.
You throw your phone to the wall until it shattered, as anger radiating from your body.
"Stupid Oikawa..."
In the end, you're the one that need to depend on him.
End
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noirscript · 5 months ago
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REQUESTS ARE OPEN
EYES HERE. Read the instructions below before sending a request!
I'll be accepting requests for these fandoms from today (while I'm working on more projects (with my ocs)):
Genshin Impact (any interested dragon-fucker here?)
Haikyuu!!
My Hero Academia
TBA (I'd rather not butcher any other characters atm)
ALSO AVAILABLE:
My OCs and my current ongoing series Yandere Hotline.
Commissions are also open for those interested. 👀
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a-tiny-teez · 2 years ago
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Haikyuu
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Karasuno
Hinata Shoyo
Kageyama Tobio
Asahi Azumane
Nishinoya Yu
Sugawara Koushi
Aoba Johsai
Oikawa Tooru
Iwaizumi Hajime
Nekoma
Kouzume Kenma
Kuroo Tetsuro
Haiba Lev
Fukurodani
Bokuto Koutaro
Akaashi Keiji
Akinori Konoha
Shiratorizawa
Wakatoshi Ushijima
Satori Tendou
Eita semi
Inarizaki
Miya Atsumu
Miya Osamu
Kita Shinsuke
Suna Rintaro
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izayumi-chan · 2 years ago
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Well
Who's watching?
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pairing: oikawa x reader
content: college au, yandere actions, smut, stalking behavior, sort of yandere oikawa
warnings: if you are uncomfortable about stalking and pervert behavior, read it at your risk. Mentions of noncon video recording, masturbating.
A/N: Minors first off stay away or I'll shoot you. Hope you guys like this. Also I don't mean to villainize oikawa or any other haikyuu character, it's just a figment of my imagination. Oikawa is a stoopid little dork who wouldn't think of doing that.
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Toru Oikawa is like every other good-looking guy in college. His unfettered personality and striking smile played good magic to draw the people surrounding him. 
His good nature, eloquence and charming way of holding conversation even got him in the good books of professors, having some of them slip in a free grade or further chance to work with them which he politely declines. Having played volleyball before he hit double digits also helped him bag the chance to play at a professional level while being in college. In a nutshell, Toru Oikawa is the American Dream of his college.
Being in college and handling a volleyball career that is set to flight would drive anyone mad but when it comes to Oikawa, he is seen juggling that with ease. Not to mention his additional fanbase in college that he interacts with tinkering laughter and crinkled eyes. However, as merry it may seem from a distant point of view, looking closely anyone can see the faux facade he upholds while he holds a baseless conversation about “how easily he manages his life” or adding irrelevant nods of agreement when the professor says something about their crumbling family issues. But no one is seen to fret on his real personality as long as he is sending those endearing smiles and sheepish grins that fulfil their dream charms. All except that one student from his psychology class.
Oikawa’s chocolate brown eyes land on you everytime you step on the campus albeit oblivious to you. Your indifferent attitude towards his popularity spurred his interest for you and gradually you were lying in his focal point. Any subtle change is quickly caught up by him and his mind rushes on different ways to approach you. His eyes land on every hips and dips of your body and he scans you with full scrutiny while sitting 5 feet away from you in class. He memorised every class you had and oblivious of his tactics, you ran against that pretty boy of your psychology class so often.
And boy, does he do this in the subtlest way possible…
The first time he exchanged pleasantries and the what-major-are-you-in , he was elated. The way your eyes land on his as they combine together somewhere in the middle ground has him feeling turbulent inside. His feelings shift into something new as he craves to know you better than anyone. To memorise you inside out until no pages of your life are left unread by him. He increases the conversation with yours, not giving a damn of what the other tramps are thinking. He loves seeing your smile, especially when it’s directed at him. He loves the soft touch of your hand as it coyly lands on his calloused ones.
He loves the way your skin basks in the warm glow of the sun or when you pull your hair up on the top and let it fall gracefully over your shoulders again. He pictures his hand threading through your locks as he grabs them and shoves your little mouth on his cock. He adores your sweet lips that are pursed or the little frown that you involuntarily give when you work on your laptop. He craves to know the face you make when you flow in the blissful cloud of orgasm. 
Toru Oikawa is really subtle. Subtle in the way he holds his phone tilted to his books that no one would guess the entire time he has been recording you for later purposes…
He stops the recording and saves it to the album named – ♡Y/N♡ 
The day he was able to take it up a notch and managed to go one step further to your house, he was ecstatic. He knew how skittish you would get when it comes to stranger men coming to your house and he respects that. The world is crooked and he is the prime example of that. He chuckles at how you allowed him to be at the centre of your living room– how intuitive you can be despite being an absolute dumb baby in his eyes to let him protect you. 
And he skillfully manages to do that. His frequent arrival to your house helped him memorise every nook and cranny in your house which would be missed by normal people. His hawk perceptive eyes found perfect little spots– behind the old vent, the rusty window hole which falls into everyone’s blind spot yet gives the perfect image of your bedroom, specifically your bed, the unused shower head he discovered as he once came to your home soaked in rain and you offered shelter and shower. His cock jumped in excitement as he even had access to you showering.
You remain unconcerned, rather happy to get him as your friend and slightly proud as none of the other girls could take up the spot of being his “special friend”- as he calls you.
You remain dumb while Toru Oikawa fists himself every night watching you stuff your fingers inside and let out drawn out moans as you cum in your bedsheets. Making Oikawa ruin his hand with his seed for the umpteenth time. He loves seeing the water fall down your breast in shower and if he’s lucky he’d get the opportunity of watching you getting yourself off there itself. 
He even knows that you sometimes don’t feel comfortable, feeling as if a pair of eyes are latched onto you as you spill your fears out to him. Oh how he is the doting friend as he heard that. Hugging you tightly, smelling the mango shampoo that he so well knows offering to stay the night that you politely decline.
No worries. He thinks. We’ll get there, angel. Soon enough. 
And if someday you decide to fix the shower or clean the vent. He doesn’t worry much.
Oikawa had you spill so much about yourself to him that he’s certain he’d know when you’ll decide to do something. He might even offer help and you’ll undoubtedly agree. Oikawa delightly watches how he is gradually trapping you to depend on him fully and once he succeeds, he’ll secure you in him forever.
Toru Oikawa is like every other good looking guy in college except he’s actually not.
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yanderecrazysie · 6 months ago
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Oikawa dating a reader who's more popular than him, like she's a new young rising celebrity. At first things were perfect, they love each other, he doesn't have to worry about her getting harassed by his fangirls cuz they love her to, and they're one hot couple. But everything changed, when the fanboys attacked. They were not happy to see her happy with another guy. Especially since in their eyes, he's just some random highschool volleyball player.
It got so bad, that reader broke up with him to protect him from possibly getting harrassed in real life. But ofcourse as yanderes do, he won't accept things ending this way.
This has an ambiguous ending which can be seen as death or kidnapping, whichever you prefer. I really enjoyed writing it!
Title: Protect
Pairings: Oikawa Tooru x Reader
WARNINGS: Yandere themes, physical violence (all characters are 18 in their final year of high school)
Summary: All you wanted to do was protect him.
protect
/verb/
keep safe from harm or injury:
As the whistle blew, sounding another Aoba Johsai victory, Oikawa Tooru raised his hand and waved to the stands. The girls high above squealed, but you knew that he was waving at only one person. You.
If the cameras weren’t flashing for the victory, they sure were snapping a million pictures a minute when you ran into his arms off the court. A popular volleyball player was an article, but a popular volleyball player dating a famous actress? That was a story.
“(Y/n) (L/n)! What a surprise to see you at the game this evening!” a reporter, sensing some seriously big news on her hands, shoved a microphone in your face, “And so close to the captain of Seijoh!”
You exchanged a look with Oikawa and he gave you an imperceptible nod. “He’s my boyfriend,” you answered with a smile.
The reporter’s eyes shone like the stars, practically shaking in excitement, “And how long has the happy couple been together?”
Before you could answer, Oikawa’s fangirls came running over, squealing at the sight of you two together. It wasn’t news to the school that the two of you were an item- in fact, it was a wonder that the news hadn’t already leaked.
“(Y/n)-chan! Over here!” one of the girls shrieked, waving enthusiastically with one hand as the other clutched a poster with Oikawa’s name on it. You waved back and giggled a little at her enthusiasm. 
“I love you both!” another girl screamed, raising her own “Go, Seijoh, Go!” poster in the air. 
Oikawa took your hand in his and squeezed. You smiled gratefully at him as he leaned closer, his breath tickling your ear.
“You ready, my precious star?” he whispered.
“Always,” you whispered back playfully.
Life was perfect.
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Perfection has a way of crumbling. 
Everything is wonderful until the cracks start to show and spiderweb across the fragile glass of perfection. 
Oikawa’s fangirls had accepted you with open arms, but your fanboys were outraged at the news that you had a boyfriend. Some were mad that you were taken, but a lot thought you could do better than a volleyball-playing pretty boy.
(Y/n)-chan deserves better than some flatass.
Dump the loser, (Y/n)-chan!
She would be wayyyy better off with one of her co-stars and not some nobody.
He’s using you, (Y/n)-chan!
Oikawa seemed to deflate more and more as the days went on. You caught him scrolling through hate comments on more than one occasion. But it wasn’t until you caught him nursing a bloody nose and black eye that you realized that he wasn’t safe as long as he was with you.
“Tooru, we need to talk.”
The setting sun cast long shadows over Oikawa’s downturned face. 
You fought back tears as your gaze fell on the damage done to his face by the fans that had recognized him in the street. You needed to do this… for his protection.
“We need to break up.” Your voice was a hushed whisper and cracks in the middle, but he heard you all the same. His head snapped up and his eyes went wide.
“What? Why?” he demanded, a hint of panic in his voice.
“All the hate and harassment you’re getting… it’s because of me. And… I can’t take it. I can’t watch them hurt you any longer. I’ll just announce that we’ve broken up and your life will go back to normal.”
“No no no no no, we can handle this together,” Oikawa protested, suddenly grabbing you by the shoulders, “You can’t leave me!”
“I need to!” you replied, a tear slipping down your cheek, “I can’t let you get hurt on my account. We can’t be together anymore, okay?”
“Or…” Oikawa’s tone dropped several levels and his gaze became more intense. Suddenly, the man you knew was gone, replaced by something devoid of all emotion. His hands tightened on your shoulders until it began to hurt.
“Tooru?”
“Or you could just… disappear. The whole world will wonder why you went missing and, after they clear me of suspicion, the world will move on,” Oikawa smiled down at you with a grin so twisted that you could barely believe it belonged to him, “Don’t worry, my little star, I’ll never forget about you.”
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smuthospital · 1 year ago
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⭐️Yandere Oikawa x reader⭐️
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Warning: NONCON, fem reader
MINORS DNI
"I..really like you. Can..I...please have your number?" A mousy boy from your school asks. You're quite the popular girl at school and everyone wants to be with you or be friends with you. You're simply liked. No one has ever had an issue with you and the reasons why are clear. You've got a lovley personality, you're beautiful, you're charming, you're intelligent and you're nice.
"That's very nice of you to say, but I'm sorry, I'm not looking for a relationship right now, but you'll find your love another time."
Your response gives the mousy boy hope. He nods and scampers off to tell his friends. Lunch time at Aoba Johsai High has just ended and you're on your way to your next class. You feel someone bump into you from behind while you're walking, almost sending you falling forwards. A hand reaches out and grabs you by the back of your shirt and fells you back into your feet. You turn your neck to face them and you're confused when you just see a wall. You crane your neck up and groan. Looking down at you is the schools heart throb, Oikawa and he's wearing the smuggest grin on his face.
"Up here, sweets. Have you finally realized that i'm literally perfect and perfect for you yet? I bet you've been looking for me all day to confess your undying love for me. I'll pick you up at-"
"No, Oikawa. I told you so many times. I'm not interested in you so go away!"
He pouts and cries crocodile tears. "(Y/n)! How could you say that? You're so mean!" As soon as he showed sighns of sadness, five girls materialize out of thin air and croud the jock, patting his back and reassuring him. The girls turn to you begin to berate you for being so cruel. "(Y/n)! Just give him a chance! He obviously really likes you!" A girl sneers. "You made him cry!" A few of them just glare at you like you hit their baby.
"Yeah, (Y/n). Give me a chance." You can just tell he's holding back a smile. He's lying! You scoff and walk away, not wasting anymore time on those idiots. Oikawa lifts his head up, a look of irritation on his face as he watches you walk down the hallway. "Cheer up, Oikawa. We know how much you like (Y/n). She's a nice girl so she'll eventually come around. She'll realise how great you are in no time!" He looks back at the girls and smiles. "Right."
You walk into class and sit down, ready for the lesson. You feel someone take the seat next to you and a familiar musky colonge makes you roll your eyes. A large arm loops around your shoulders. "Long time, no see, sweet cheeks"
"...Oikawa." Most of the school pretty much already consider you two a couple. the two of you look good together and everything thinks it just makes sense. Your disapproval is passed off as 'hard to get'. This stops most guys from flirting with you, afriaid of what Oikawa might do to them. He is the captain of the volleyball team afterall. He's got a lot of physical power as well as social. Not to be fucked with.
The bell rings, signaking the start of the session. "I'll be asighning a group project today. Your seat mate is your partner. Your subject is..." You bite your lip, no longer listening. Damn Oikawa. You look next to you to see Oikawa already staring at you with the biggest smile on his face. This guys been after you for so long now. He's always got this love sick puppy look to him when he's near you. You admit, he's handsome, but you're not interested in a playboy that'll throw you away like a used condom when he's done with you.
You huff as you begrudgingly begin to work on the science project together. He keeps flirting with you every chance he gets. Franky, it's starting to get on your nerves. "I know a place we can study alon-" "Oikawa, stop that." You decide to lie to him. "I have a boyfriend." His smile suddenly drops. He stares you dead in the eyes. "What..did you just say?" You begin to sweat. You're not a very good liar. You didn't expect him to react this way. He looks angry, but also shocked.
"...I-I-" Your stammering is cut off. "Ok then let's see Mr. Prince charming. I want to see a picture." He's getting all up in your face now. You're scared. You've never seen such a look on his face before. "O-ok." You feel like such an idiot, but you have a plan. The bell rings and You quickly leave the classroom with him following not far behind you. You find the mousey boy who asked you for your number earlier and loop an arm around him. The motion shocks him.
"Oh? (Y/n), What's up?" A blush spread across his cheeks. "So this little twink is your dream hubby?" Oikawa sneers. He towers over the cowering boy, looking down at him with pure disgust and disdain. He suddenly grabs the boy by his collar, picking him up effortlessly and lifting him up to meet his gaze. "Y-yes! Now put him down! Who do you think you are!?" You yank on the poor boy and Oikawa drops him back on his feet. "I'm her boyfriend s-so leave her alon-" the boy is cut off by a piercing glare to the soul from Oikawa. Without another word, Oikawa storms off and disappears behind a corner.
The mousy boy looks at you in confusion. "I'm sorry, he's just been bothering me. I'm sorry to get you involved like that, but you're really saving my butt!" The boys face reddens even more. "It's ok! You can always come to m-me for help!" You give him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. He almost faints at the contact. You giggle and walk off.
Schools done for the day. You get a strange feeling as you walk home. Like someone's poking holes into your back with their eyes. You break into a slight cold sweat as you speed up your pace. The feeling disappears as soon as you enter the safety of your home. Homes quite. You're home alone for the day. You run up to your room and hear your door bell ring as soon as you finish changing into comfy clothes.
You expect it to be the mail man, but to your surprise, Oikawa stands there with his signiture stupid grin. He lets himself into your house before you can say anything. "H-hey! What are you doing here!?"
"Cute booty shorts, baby. Got any snacks?" You blush at his words. He walks into your kitchen with you following quickly. "What are you doi-" "Science project." He cuts you off without even looking back at you. He takes a bunch of snacks in his arms and makes his way up to your room. "Oikawa! You can't just do whatever you want!" He opens the door to your room and inhales the glorious scent.
"You gonna get your big strong man to force me out?" He chuckles. Your room is everything he pictured it would be. Cute, decorated, and neat. You huff and try to push him back out, but it's like pushing a cement wall. He simply makes his way past you and plops on your bed. Click your tongue and just decide to get it over with.
You pull out your books and shuffle through your backpack, unaware of oikawas gaze trailing from your book bag to your tiny shorts and how he can kinda see the outline of your pussy though the thin fabric. You're not wearing underwear underneath. He takes a mental screenshot. You walk back and begin working with him. Just like in class, he misses no opertinity to flirt with you.
"Oikawa! I told you I have a-"
"Call me Tooru. Why won't you date me, (Y/n)? I just don't understand. I am perfect and perfect for you. You're perfect and perfect for me. When will you realise that?" His loud voice hurts your ears.
Youre frozen in place. What should you even say? Your brain isn't working. Why does his temper flair like that? Tears prick your eyes. You don't do will with being yelled at. He looks ticked off, but his eyes soften slightly when he realised you look very hurt by his outburst.
"Don't be mad at me. I-I just don't see you that way." You hang your head low. A minute passes and he says absolutely nothing. You feel his fingers softly take your chin in his hand and lift to meet his gaze. There's a dark look on his face. "You will. You and I are meant for each other. And don't worry, I can never be mad at you. I'm just a bit disappointed. I'll take care of everything, sweety." He let's go of your chin and gets up before ruffling your hair and walking downstairs. You hear the front door open and close.
You take a moment to collect yourself. You're terrified. Who the hell is this guy? Threatening you like this in your house. He just won't quit. You barely sleep that night and end up sleeping in. You quickly get ready for school and rush off. Once you get to school, you're Immediately greeted by the mousy boy, who looks a little off. He's wearing a cap over his face and when you try to get a better look, he steps back. "H-hey, (y/n)...please meet me in the gym after school." He then runs off without waiting for a response, leaving you confused. The rest of the day goes on without a hitch, Oikawa bothering you much less than usual. He's still by your side like a guard dog, but he's not picking on you.
The end of the day comes quicker than you expect and you make your way to the gym as requested. Wonder what that boy needs? You walk inside and look around. Empty. Weird. You feel large arms grab you from behind. You scream as you thrash about and try to loosen the iron like grip! "H-help! Ah! Someone please!" You scream as youre pulled into the men's locker room. The sight you see stills your heart. Mousy boy is being held down by two volleyball club members while Oikawa stands proud with his arms crossed. "There's my princess. Bring her over here."
The large man holding you sets you down in front of Oikawa who immediately grabs you by the arms and turns you to face the boy. "Look, (y/n). See, I know that's not your boyfriend. I know that because I'm your boyfriend. I also know he's not your boyfriend because he's small, he's weak and he's not good enough to protect you because he's not me, right?" He asks, poking the side of your head. He's furious.
The boy wiggles in the tight hold of the club members, who just smile down at you with malious grins. "I-I'm sorry, (y/n)! They made me!" He looks so beaten up. He now adorns a black eye, lots of bruises all over his body and a few cuts. You feel incredibly guilty for brining him into this. Oikawa presses his body against your back. You feel a large hard lump jab you. You swollow, hoping that's not what you think it is and you're just imagining things. "L-let us go!" You only get a laugh in response. Oikawa turns you to face him and shoves you back onto a bench. He reaches under your skirt and roughly rips off your underwear and stuffs it in his pocket.
You kick in and struggle in his hold. "Oika-" "TOURU. I told you to call me Touru. My girlfriend should call me by my name. This'll be a lesson to you." You whimper as he violently rips open the front of your blouse, buttons flying off. "So beautiful. Like a gift just for me." He grabs your melons with both hands and squeezes them. "So soft!"
You let out a tiny moan. You holp no one heard, but now everyone is staring at you. "Fuck her already!" One of oikawas teammates shout from the side. You begin to panic. "Touru! Please stop! I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me!" Your begging seems to do something. "Oh? You're sorry?" You nod, hopeful. "Then don't struggle." He shoves you flat on the bench, and gets presses his lips to yours.
He stares into your eyes as his hand creeps into your skirt. You writhe under his hold as you feel his large fingers reach your cunt. His tongue enters your mouth and you cant do anything but cry. You struggle with all your mite, but he's a trained athlete and he's much much bigger than you. You can't deny it feels good. You whimper as you feel a knot building up in your tummy. "P-Please, I-I can't. All these guys are watching me." Your voice is dripping with pleasure.
"That's the point. Let them all know that you're mine. This is a party, baby. We're celebrating us." He rubs your cunt vigorously and you let out a cry as you cum on his fingers. He brings his fingers to his lips and sucks them clean, maintaining eye contact. He hums in enjoyment like he's eating ice cream.
Without a word, he slides his volleyball shorts down just enough for his ginormous cock to flop out and slap his stomach. "You ready to get your brains fucked, princess?" Your face pales. That horrific monster thingy is going to rip you in two! While his hands aren't on you, you try to run away. He doesn't even have to move to catch you in one of his long arms.
He picks you up and wraps your legs around his waist. You feel his hot cock proding your entrance from below. "Please please Touru." You whine and hide your face in the crook of his neck. He kisses your cheek. "You'll be alright.. eventually." He presses into your hole and the head struggles to enter. It burns! Even your cum is not enough lubricant. It pops in with his sheer force and scream. "Ahh~ you're so tight. Just like I imagined. I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I have to do this.. actually..I'm not sorry." He smiles down at you wickedly as his hold on your ass lightens and gravity very slowly sinks you down on him. You feel like you're being impaled by a spear. You choke out a scream and clasw at his back, not getting a firm enough grip to stop yourself from sliding down. He moans at the tight feeling of your cunt. You hear the sounds of frabric moving around behind you and turn to see many of the volleyball team members are jerking off to the sight of your ass sinking down on their captains cock.
You let out a strangled scream as gravity forces you lower and lower on his giant rod. "It h..hurts." Oikawa kisses your cheek. He finally bottoms out inside you and without wasting a second, he starts to thrust his hips up into you. All you can do is hold onto him and whimper.
"T-Touru! Please! Ahh~" You suddenly let out a pained sound that sounds a bit too much like a moan and he pauses, his mind cementing that sweet sound into his memory. He suddenly rocks you up and down mercilessly on his dick. You'd think his arms would get tired, but he's probably spent hours in the gym and definitely hours on the court. It might not be possible for him to get tired. He's not even showing sighns of fatigue. You moan and scratch his back as he beats up the entrance to your cervix. "This is what you were meant for. To be mine. Don't resist it. Boys. Ah~! Take some photos of us!" He can't go a full sentence without groaning in pleasure.
His team mates all whip out their phones and snap pictures of your face and your cunt wrapped around their captains cock. Some film videos as they run themselves off. Oikawa lets out a laugh and turns your head back. The mousy boy is blushing even more than before. You notice he has a hard on. He tries to cross his legs to either hide or eliviate himself, you don't know. Oikawa turns your head back to him and encases you lips with his in a passionate kiss. He seperate s from you, a string of saliva connecting you. "Be my girlfriend. You'll be happy and no one will ever hurt you. I can promise you that...and those pictures won't get out. Don't make me use that against you. Just be mine." You're not sure what to say. You have to accept, but you really don't want to be with this jerk. He's raping you..but it feels good. You feel almost too good to deny him. "B-but-" "No buts." He drives his rod further into you.
"I'll give you guys a show! You guys deserve a little treat for helping your captain out." Oikawa says, lifting your body up slightly so his cock slips out a bit. He turns your body to face his friends and holds your knees so your back is against his chest. His team and the mousy boy now have a perfect view of your wet pussy and breasts. He slips his cock back inside you and thrusts in and like a mad man. His friends watch the way your breasts bounce with the momentum. "Damn I can see your dick from inside!" His team mate says, pointing at the outline of his dick from inside your stomach. His team spew nasty things about you and their captain as they stroke themselves. The mousy boy tries to turn away, but one of the althletes grip his hair and force him to turn back at you.
You keep whimpering in pleasure. You want to hide so bad. Oikawa leans over your shoulder and whispers huskily in your ear "Hear those sounds you're making, baby girl? You like this. Say you'll be my girlfriend and I'll let you cum." You need it. You can't handle this feeling. The feeling is too intense. his cock is hot hot and deep. You're melting from the inside. He laughs as you start uncontrollably whining and moaning. "O-ok! Fine! Please Touru!"
"No. Beg me more. I atleast deserve that."
Your face flushes in emberesment. This asshole. "...Touru..please, Touru..make me feel good." Tears slip from your eyes partly from the emberesment and partly from the blinding pleasure. You try not to make eye contact with anyone in the room.
"Alright, fine. That'll do, princess." He takes a step towards the mousy boy. "What..what..are you doing?" You ask outloud. The Mousy boys nose is now inches from your dripping pussy. He's mesmerized. He can't look away. The scent of your pussy is driving him wild. He's salivating. He suddenly whimpers and shudders, a wet patch forming in his trousers. He appears dazed. Oikawa laughs and jack hammers into you. Your eyes cross and you feel like you're about to die. A strange euphoric pleasure washes over you and you slump a bit in oikawas arms. He doesn't stop though. He keeps thrusting in and out of your abused hole, over stimulating you. His team begin to chant "Oikawa! Oikawa! Oikawa!" They all moan and climake onto their hands. He shoves himself deep inside you, penetrating your cervix and moans. His face contorts in pleasure as you feel his hot seed flow inside you. Your tummy bloats a bit by the time he finishes. He sighs in content and kisses your cheek.
"That's a good girl. Now I do expect you to be a good girlfriend. If you misbehave..ha..well.." He just chuckles and pulls out of you nice and slow, a flow of cum flowing after. You feel empty as he sets your sticky body down on a bench. "I'd stick around and go more times with you, but we've got practice. You'll wait for me at the side, won't you?" He smiles down at you, a glint in his eye.
"Yes, Touru."
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mrs-kodzuken · 11 months ago
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Haikyuu Masterlist ♡
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karasuno ↴
sugawara ⟢ art frustration [1.8k] ⸝⸝ fluff
sugawara ⟢ destiny [2.3k] ⸝⸝ fluff ⸝⸝ soulmate!au
ukai ⟢ aligned feelings & goals [2.1k] ⸝⸝ fluff
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kenma ⟢ fated beginnings [4.1k] ⸝⸝ fluff
inuoka ⟢ what's mine is yours [2.1k] ⸝⸝ fluff
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kenma ⟢ headcanons [0.5k] ⸝⸝ hcs ⸝⸝ comfort
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iwaizumi ⟢ so hot for you [1.3k] ⸝⸝ mostly fluff
iwaizumi ⟢ sick with you [2.1k] ⸝⸝ fluff ⸝⸝ slight angst
iwaizumi ⟢ first year, first love [2.1k] ⸝⸝ fluff
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oikawa ⟢ listening to you [2.8k] ⸝⸝ fluff ⸝⸝ high school!au
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akaashi ⟢ she's a gentleman [1.6k] ⸝⸝ fluff
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hi! feel free to request something for any character <3 as always, this work is all mine, please do not repost anywhere without my permission!!
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nosyp · 2 months ago
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Karasuno
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Nekoma
Confinement - Kuroo Tetsurou x reader x Kenma Kozume (time skip) 🖤
-> You were kept captive by Kenma and Kuroo. Hating your position, you hatched an escape plan, only for it to fail dramatically.
Fukurodani
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Inarizaki
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MSBY Black Jackals
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aghost-writer · 3 days ago
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Goddess
Chapter 11
This is a Yandere Haikyuu x Female Reader Fic!
MDNI!!
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Y/N quickly combed through her hair, trying to smooth down the tangles from her restless sleep. Her mind raced as she hurried to dress, feeling the weight of Ittesu’s presence just beyond the door. She grabbed a pair of shorts and pulled them on, followed by a thin robe that she tied loosely at the waist. Glancing at her reflection, she noticed the faint scars scattered across her thighs—old memories she preferred to leave untouched. She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair one last time before stepping out of her bedroom.
As she entered the living room, Ittesu’s eyes followed her, his gaze soft and observant as always. Y/N avoided his stare, her heartbeat quickening, and sat down on the loveseat across from him. The quiet tension in the room was palpable, but Ittesu was patient, waiting for her to settle in before he spoke.
"I wanted to check on you after what happened at Aoba Johsai," Ittesu began, his voice calm but filled with concern. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, his eyes focused entirely on her. "That was...a lot to go through, Y/N. I saw what happened, and I couldn't stop thinking about you."
Y/N shifted uncomfortably, curling her legs beneath her and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Her heart pounded in her chest as she recalled the incident—the faces of those fangirls, the sudden chaos, the helplessness that washed over her as they attacked her out of nowhere. She had felt like prey, cornered and vulnerable, but she didn’t want to dwell on it now.
"I'm fine," she said, her voice soft, almost dismissive. She forced a small smile, not meeting his eyes. "Really, Ittesu, I’m okay."
But Ittesu didn’t buy it, not completely. He knew her too well. His eyes searched her face, noting the tiredness in her eyes, the way her body was slightly tense even though she was trying to appear relaxed. She could sense his hesitation, the way he was trying to piece together what was really going on with her. 
"Y/N," he said gently, his voice dipping lower, almost coaxing her to open up. "You don't have to pretend with me. What happened was terrifying, and it's okay to not be okay. You don't have to be strong all the time."
Y/N’s smile faltered for a moment, and she looked away, her fingers tightening the knot of her robe around her waist. She felt a mixture of guilt and exhaustion settling in her chest. It was true—she wasn’t okay. The attack had shaken her in ways she hadn’t even fully processed yet, but she didn’t want to be a burden to him. Not now. She had to stay composed, to keep moving forward.
But Ittesu wasn’t fooled. He leaned forward, resting a hand on the arm of her loveseat, his touch warm and reassuring. "I was there, Y/N. I saw everything, and I saw how you tried to hold it together, even when you were hurt. You don’t have to do that anymore, not with me."
Y/N swallowed hard, her eyes finally meeting his, and in that moment, she let her guard down—just a little. She didn’t say anything, didn’t need to. The silence between them was thick with unspoken words, and Ittesu took it as a sign to keep going. He slid closer to her, his hand gently resting on her knee, the contact grounding her in a way that made her feel both vulnerable and safe.
"You’ve been through enough," he whispered, his thumb brushing lightly over her knee, careful not to touch the scars she tried to hide. "I don’t want you to carry this alone."
Y/N’s breath hitched, and for a second, she let herself believe that it was okay to lean on someone else. She nodded slowly, her eyes brimming with emotions she didn’t have the words for. She wasn’t falling apart—not completely—but she didn’t stop him from thinking she was.
Ittesu wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into him, and Y/N rested her head against his chest, letting out a slow, shaky breath. His heartbeat was steady beneath her ear, and for the first time since the incident, she felt a sliver of peace creeping in, though she wasn’t sure how long it would last.
"I’ve got you," Ittesu murmured into her hair, his hand gently rubbing her back in soothing circles. "You don’t have to be afraid anymore."
Y/N closed her eyes, allowing herself to relax into his embrace, even though her mind was still swirling with thoughts she couldn’t voice. She didn’t know how to explain what was really going on inside her, how the fear and anxiety from the attack had wormed its way into her thoughts at random moments, how she felt so exposed even in the safety of her own home.
But she let him think she was breaking—let him believe that she needed his comfort more than anything. It wasn’t a complete lie. Maybe she needed this closeness, just for a moment, to remind herself that she wasn’t alone. Even though she was far from okay, she didn’t have to fight this battle entirely on her own.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible, as she rested her hand on his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breath.
"You don’t have to thank me," Ittesu replied softly, holding her a little tighter. "Just let me be here for you."
For a long while, they sat there in silence, the weight of the past few days settling between them. Y/N let herself sink deeper into the warmth of his embrace, her mind slowly calming, though the shadows of what happened at Aoba Johsai lingered at the edges of her thoughts.
When Ittesu finally pulled back slightly, he looked down at her, his eyes filled with understanding and care. "If you ever want to talk about it, I’m here," he said, his voice still gentle but firm. "Anytime, Y/N."
Y/N nodded, giving him a small, grateful smile. "I know," she replied softly, though she wasn’t sure if she’d ever find the words to explain what was really going on in her head. But for now, this was enough. ♡⌒*:゚⌒*:゚⌒*:゚⌒*:゚⌒*:゚⌒*:゚♡ ♡⌒*:゚⌒*:゚⌒*:゚⌒*:゚⌒*:゚⌒*:゚♡
After Ittesu left, Y/N stood at the door, her hand still gripping the doorknob as if it could anchor her in the moment. His presence had a way of filling every inch of space, and even in his absence, it lingered, heavy in the air. She sighed softly, pressing her back against the door for a moment before pushing herself away. As the quietness of the house settled around her, she felt the familiar weight of exhaustion begin to creep back in.
She made her way to the hallway mirror, and as soon as she caught sight of her reflection, a tired groan escaped her lips. She looked terrible, even worse than she felt. Her hair was a wild mess, despite her half-hearted attempt to brush it earlier, and the dark circles under her eyes had only deepened, giving her a hollow, almost haunted look. Her skin was pale, and her lips were chapped, remnants of her sleep deprivation from the past few nights. Her oversized t-shirt, the one she had slept in, hung loosely on her, barely covering the random scars that dotted her thighs.
"God, I look like hell," Y/N muttered to herself, pulling at her hair in an attempt to tame it, though the effort was fruitless. She leaned in closer to the mirror, examining her face with a critical eye, but there was no hiding the exhaustion written all over it. Her mind wandered back to Ittesu’s visit, and she couldn’t help but wonder if he had noticed how rough she looked. Embarrassment flushed her cheeks momentarily, but she quickly pushed the thought away. 
Shaking her head, she stepped away from the mirror and headed toward her small office space. She needed to refocus her energy on something else, something more productive. The events of the past few days had left her feeling unsteady, but there was one thing that could give her a sense of control, a way to ground herself. She reached her desk, her eyes flicking toward the dark screens of her computers, the ones connected to the cameras she had planted in the Nekoma gym last night. The idea of checking in gave her a strange sense of calm, a reminder that she was still in charge of her own narrative.
Y/N sat down, her fingers tapping lightly on the keyboard as she powered up the machines. The room hummed to life, the screens lighting up with feeds from the gym. She leaned back in her chair, her eyes scanning the various camera angles she had meticulously set up. Everything was working perfectly, just as she had planned. The gym was empty, just as it should be this early in the morning, but the sight of the pristine court brought a small, satisfied smile to her lips.
The microphones picked up the faint buzzing of the overhead lights and the occasional creak of the building settling. It was quiet, peaceful even, and Y/N allowed herself to relax as she watched the empty space. The act of surveillance was calming, a way to regain control in the face of everything else that felt chaotic in her life. After the traumatic events at Aoba Johsai and the emotional weight of Ittesu’s visit, this was a much-needed reprieve.
Her thoughts briefly returned to Ittesu, to the way his eyes had raked over her body when she had answered the door. Despite her embarrassment over her appearance, there had been something reassuring in the way he looked at her, like he saw more than just her disheveled state. Ittesu had always been kind to her, always treated her with a tenderness that sometimes left her feeling vulnerable. But that vulnerability wasn’t something she could afford to dwell on right now. Not with everything she had planned.
Her gaze shifted back to the gym feeds, watching as the stillness persisted. It was strange how comforting it could be to simply watch an empty room. But this was her way of helping, her way of supporting Ittesu from a distance. The cameras, the microphones—this was her contribution, her role in the game. And she would always play her part perfectly.
She leaned forward, resting her chin in her hand as she monitored the feeds. Nothing was out of the ordinary, but that was how she liked it. Predictable. Controlled. For now, there was no need to interfere, just watch and wait. This was just the beginning, after all. She had set everything in motion last night, and now it was a matter of patience.
A small smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she watched the empty court, imagining the possibilities. She would always do what was necessary to help Ittesu, no matter the cost. Even if it meant stepping further into the shadows, she was prepared. This was for him, and she would always make sure he was protected, even if he didn’t know it.
Y/N’s eyes flitted across the different camera angles, each one providing a clear view of the gym. The microphones picked up nothing but the soft hum of the lights. It was almost serene. She leaned back in her chair again, crossing her arms as she let her mind wander.
She thought about her own exhaustion, the way her body was screaming for rest. But sleep could wait. There was always something more important to take care of, always another step in the plan. And as long as she had a purpose, as long as she could contribute to Ittesu’s world, she could push through the tiredness.
With a quiet sigh, Y/N leaned forward again, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. Maybe just a few more minutes of watching wouldn’t hurt. The team wouldn’t arrive for practice for a while, and she could afford to keep an eye on things a little longer. This was her space, her moment of control. And in this quiet solitude, she could find a sense of peace.
The night was calm, the gym was empty, and everything was in place. Y/N smiled to herself, satisfied with the work she had done. This was her way of helping, her way of staying one step ahead. And for now, that was enough. ♡⌒*:゚⌒*:゚⌒*:゚⌒*:゚⌒*:゚⌒*:゚♡ ♡⌒*:゚⌒*:゚⌒*:゚⌒*:゚⌒*:゚⌒*:゚♡
Iwaizumi stood near the gym doors, arms crossed, his brow furrowed deeply in irritation. The morning light filtered in from the high windows of the Aoba Johsai gym, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Oikawa, ever the charismatic figure, leaned casually against the wall, a slight smirk playing on his lips despite the tension hanging in the air. His carefree posture only served to aggravate Iwaizumi further.
"You're unbelievable, you know that?" Iwaizumi growled, his voice low and tight with frustration. His eyes bore into Oikawa, whose nonchalance only fanned the flames of his anger.
"What did I do this time, Iwa-chan?" Oikawa replied, feigning innocence as he pushed off the wall and stood straight. He tucked his hands into the pockets of his tracksuit, his smirk unwavering. "I can't control everything that happens."
Iwaizumi took a step forward, his posture rigid with barely-contained irritation. "You pushed her too hard. You’re always doing that with her. And now, thanks to your stupid obsession with winning and looking good, Y/N canceled our session."
Oikawa’s expression faltered, just for a second, before he quickly recovered. "So now it's my fault she canceled?"
"Of course it's your fault!" Iwaizumi shot back, his voice louder now. "You know damn well what happened. You’re constantly dragging her into your nonsense, making her be there for every practice, every event. And now this—this mess with those fangirls? You should’ve been more careful! You always have to be the center of attention, don’t you? And now look at the result."
Oikawa’s eyes narrowed at the accusation, his easygoing demeanor slipping away. "You think I wanted this to happen?" His voice was quieter, but there was an edge of defensiveness. "I didn’t ask for those fangirls to go crazy. They just—"
"They just what? You think that makes it better?" Iwaizumi cut him off, stepping even closer. His hands clenched into fists at his sides. "You could’ve stopped it. You could’ve done something instead of basking in their attention, like you always do. But no, you had to let it get out of hand. And now Y/N is the one who’s suffering because of it."
Oikawa clenched his jaw, his smirk now long gone. The tension between them was palpable, both of them standing toe-to-toe, eyes locked in a heated standoff.
"I didn’t think it would get that bad," Oikawa muttered, his gaze dropping momentarily. "I didn’t think—"
"Exactly. You didn’t think." Iwaizumi’s voice softened slightly, but his frustration remained. "You never think about the consequences of your actions, especially when it comes to her."
Oikawa looked away, biting the inside of his cheek as he leaned against the wall again, this time without the relaxed confidence from earlier. "I didn’t mean for her to get hurt."
"Whether you meant it or not, it happened. And now she’s not coming to practice. She’s distancing herself because of what happened." Iwaizumi ran a hand through his hair, his anger giving way to concern. "She needs time, and I don’t blame her for canceling. After what she went through…"
The gym fell into silence as both of them stood there, the weight of Iwaizumi's words sinking in. Oikawa crossed his arms, his brows knitting together in frustration. He hated the idea that he might’ve played a role in Y/N’s decision, even if unintentionally.
"She’s stronger than you think," Oikawa muttered, more to himself than to Iwaizumi. "She’ll bounce back. She always does."
Iwaizumi scoffed, shaking his head. "This isn’t about her bouncing back, Oikawa. She shouldn’t have to bounce back from anything. She’s not part of your fan club, and she’s not just another person for you to throw into your games. She deserves better than that."
Oikawa’s eyes flickered with something unreadable, but he didn’t argue. He knew Iwaizumi was right, even if he didn’t want to admit it. The last thing he wanted was to make Y/N feel like she was just a pawn in his pursuit of greatness. She was more important than that.
"I’ll talk to her," Oikawa said quietly, his gaze still averted. "I’ll make it right."
Iwaizumi let out a sigh, finally relaxing his stance a little. "You better. For her sake." He paused, his expression softening. "She doesn’t need this kind of stress right now. You know that."
Oikawa nodded, his shoulders slumping slightly as the weight of the situation fully settled in. He had pushed too far, let things spiral out of control, and now Y/N was the one paying for it. He wasn’t sure how to fix it, but he knew he had to try.
"Just don’t mess it up any more than you already have," Iwaizumi added, though his tone was less accusatory this time. "And for once, think about someone else before yourself."
Oikawa’s lips twitched into a small, humorless smile. "Iwa-chan, I always think about other people. It’s just that I also think about how I can win at the same time."
Iwaizumi rolled his eyes. "Yeah, that’s the problem."
They stood in awkward silence for a moment before Iwaizumi finally sighed and turned away, walking toward the gym doors. "I’ll catch up with you later. I’ve got stuff to do."
Oikawa watched him leave, the weight of the argument still hanging heavy in the air. He stayed there for a moment, leaning against the wall as he replayed the conversation in his head. Iwaizumi was right, as much as he hated to admit it. He’d let his ego get in the way, and now Y/N was suffering for it.
But Oikawa wasn’t one to let things stay broken for long. He’d fix it. Somehow. 
And next time, he promised himself, he wouldn’t let his need for attention come at the cost of someone he cared about. ♡⌒*:゚⌒*:゚⌒*:゚⌒*:゚⌒*:゚⌒*:゚♡ ♡⌒*:゚⌒*:゚⌒*:゚⌒*:゚⌒*:゚⌒*:゚♡
Y/N sat quietly in the bleachers, her eyes focused on the volleyball court below. Karasuno's practice was in full swing, the sound of sneakers squeaking against the polished floor and the thud of the ball hitting hands echoing through the gym. She tapped her pen absently against her notebook, jotting down notes on the players' movements and strategies, her mind half-engaged in the action before her.
The team’s energy was infectious, each member giving their all as they worked together, honing their skills. But Y/N’s focus wasn’t entirely on them. Every few seconds, the soft vibration of her phone would pull her attention away from the court. She glanced down at the screen, her lips pressed into a thin line as the familiar name appeared again and again.
Kenma.
The messages ranged from apologies to desperate pleas for her to respond. Her screen filled with texts, each one more insistent than the last.
“I’m sorry I passed out.”
“Please, can we talk?”
“Y/N, I didn’t mean for it to happen. Please don’t ignore me.”
“I need to see you.”
She clenched her jaw, feeling a wave of irritation surge through her. It wasn't like she hadn't expected this. Kenma, with his soft-spoken demeanor and introverted nature, had a way of attaching himself to her in a way that often felt suffocating. She had tolerated it for a long time, playing her part, but after last night? After the hotel?
She wasn’t in the mood.
Y/N’s fingers hovered over the screen, contemplating whether to respond. The buzzing wouldn’t stop, each message pushing her patience further. But she had already made her decision—she wasn’t going to acknowledge him, not now. Not after everything that had happened.
With a quiet sigh, she silenced her phone and slipped it into her bag, focusing back on the game in front of her. She scribbled a few more notes, noting how Kageyama and Hinata’s sync was improving, how Daichi was managing the team from the back, keeping everything running smoothly. But her thoughts kept drifting back to the phone.
Kenma’s texts haunted her like a persistent fly, buzzing at the back of her mind.
She could imagine his pale face, his wide, pleading eyes as he sent message after message, waiting for her to respond, expecting her to forgive and forget like she always did. But this time, something felt different. Maybe it was the way he had clung to her at the hotel, the way Kuroo’s possessive arm draped over him, the way Kenma seemed too caught in his own emotions to care about what she wanted.
A spike from the court brought her attention back, and she watched as Hinata launched himself into the air, hitting the ball with a ferocity that belied his small stature. It was impressive, the way the first-year threw himself into everything, determined to prove himself as the best. Y/N respected that kind of drive. It was refreshing compared to the emotional mess she was dealing with off the court.
Her phone buzzed again. This time it was longer, a call. Y/N’s fingers tightened around her pen as she stared at her bag, knowing who it was without even looking.
Kenma.
She let it ring. Let it buzz for a few more seconds until it finally stopped, the silence in its wake almost more jarring than the constant buzzing.
The practice continued without pause, the players shouting to each other as they moved across the court. Y/N watched with detached interest, scribbling down a few more observations, trying to bury her irritation in the routine of note-taking. But her mind wouldn’t stop spinning.
Kenma had always been difficult to read, even in their closest moments. His quiet nature made him seem detached, but Y/N knew better. He was obsessive, needy in a way that often caught her off guard. She had managed to navigate it so far, but after the hotel incident, things felt... off. Something in their dynamic had shifted, and Y/N wasn’t sure she wanted to put it back the way it was.
She glanced back at her bag, almost daring herself to check her phone. But she didn’t. Instead, she leaned back in the bleachers, crossing one leg over the other, and watched as the practice started winding down. Coach Ukai shouted out instructions, guiding the players through their last few drills, his voice gruff but encouraging.
Her phone buzzed again. Another message. Another attempt from Kenma.
Y/N clenched her jaw, feeling the tension rise in her chest. She took a deep breath, reminding herself to stay calm, to stay in control. She wasn’t going to give in. Not today.
The players gathered in the center of the court, panting and sweating, their faces flushed with effort. Y/N made a few final notes, her handwriting neat and controlled despite the storm brewing inside her.
When the practice ended, she packed up her things methodically, ignoring the weight of her phone in her bag. The buzzing had finally stopped, but she knew it wouldn’t last. Kenma wouldn’t give up that easily. He never did.
As she stood and slung her bag over her shoulder, Y/N took one last look at the court. The players were huddled together, laughing and chatting, their energy infectious. She envied their simplicity, their ability to focus solely on the game without the emotional baggage weighing them down.
With a quiet sigh, Y/N made her way out of the gym, her footsteps echoing in the empty hallways. Her phone remained silent for now, but she knew it was only a matter of time before the buzzing started again.
And when it did, she would be ready to ignore it once more.
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mango-bango-bby · 3 years ago
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stoooooooopppppp i absolutely love all of your manager headcanons i need some for seijoh
♡ Yandere Aoba Johsai Headcanons ♡
(A/N: I honestly love doing these manager headcanons so I’m so happy that you all keep requesting them 🥺🥺 I hope you like this, darling!! I think it turned out good 💖 Btw, I don’t have many haikyuu requests if any of you wanna send some in 🥺👉👈)
Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, overprotectiveness, possessiveness, clingyness, stalking, also this is meant to be platonic yandere 💖
Summary: You’re the manager of Aoba Johsai’s boys volleyball team! (Yan!Platonic!Aoba Johsai x GN!Manager!reader)
Masterlist ➸ ♡
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♡ You are in for a wild ride being the manger of these boys, simply because they are so so protective over you. They just need to protect you! You’re so fragile, they don’t even want to imagine what could happen if you didn’t have them to protect you and make sure you were alright!
♡ Tooru just is so clingy, he just wants to be with you all the time. It’s like he knows somehow when you have free time and takes that opportunity to be with you. Also he loves physical affection, he’s always hugging you and giving you head pats. He’s definitely very protective but in a stalker-like way.
♡ Issei always uses his height as an advantage over you. He loves to just randomly pick you up from behind, loving the way you squeak before realizing it’s him and laughing. He always puts things up really high so you ask for his help to get it back. He also loves to make fun of you a little bit. But it’s always harmless fun, so don’t worry about it accidentally hurting your feelings.
♡ Hanamaki is the person you always go for for help or comfort. Because he’s seen you be so upset when you come to him for comfort, he’s very protective over you. There have been many times when he has convinced you to cut someone out of your life simply because he doesn’t trust him. You always believe him though and do what he says!
♡ Iwazumi is also very protective over you. Him and Oikawa are almost always next you. He’s very much the older brother of the group with you. He’s there for you but that doesn’t mean he’s not tough on you sometimes. Although he’s not nearly as tough on you as he is with everyone else. He’s just soft for you.
♡ Kyotani actually wasn’t to big of a fan of you at first. You were just so cheerful all the time! It annoyed him! But after you help him once after he gets injured, he quickly gets very attached to you. He’s practically a guard dog. No one dares to approach you when you have Kyotani standing right behind you, snarling. You never seem to notice though or at least you don’t mind.
♡ Oikawa’s fans don’t really like you to much but barely any of them try to approach you. He’s very touchy and clingy with you so they get jealous but also there’s barely anytime when the team isn’t looming over you protectively. So the most they do is give you dirty looks, but if it ever upsets you to much the team will be willing to take care of it really quick!
♡ Team sleepovers are an absolute must! You always end up falling alseep early though because you always get to choose the movie. They all just stay quiet once you fall asleep, they don’t wanna wake you just because you look so peaceful while you’re asleep!
♡ These boys absolutely hate when someone from another team approaches you, even a manager of another team. They just want you all to themselves! Because you’re their manager and no one else’s!
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Thank you for reading, darling!!
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i-cant-sing · 2 years ago
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Wait, what would be Oikawas first thoughts be when he sees us wearing another schools jersey and we switch schools?
"SLUT-" Iwazumi smacks Oikawa on the head. "I mean, how dare you wear someone else's jersey, especially one of his arch nemesis???
He just chews out his fanclub for not brainwashing you guiding you to wear his jackets and merch, and the fangirls are confused because last they checked, they made fucking sure that to drill it into your head to only wear Oikawa's number. So, they investigate.
And that's when they find out you're dating Ushijima.
Now they're conflicted because at one hand, they have been gushing to you about Oikawa and how they love him and how amazing it is to be in love, so how are they gonna convince you to not be with your lover??? But on the other hand, Oikawa said no.
Oikawa. Said. No.
The 3 words, they were simple and direct and that's when a new idea came to mind.
They're gonna make you stop dating Ushijima because he's not your one true love.
And as self proclaimed sisters, it's their responsibility to make sure that you see that and so save you from a heartbreak. Really, they're doing you a favour.
But it's not as easy as it sounds. Because Ushijima isn't one to scare/threaten easily, nor can they find or even fabricate any dirt against him. Not to mention, he intimidates the shit out of them.
Soon, Oikawa gets tired of waiting and jumps the gun by confronting you directly. He orders you to take it off and when you don't, he pulls it off you himself. He's screaming his head off, grabbing your arm and telling you that you'll never see Ushijima ever again, and then begins pulling you back to his school, threatening to break your legs if you ever go to Shiratorizawa again.
Cue Ushijima walking in and fucking punting him to the ground. He's only able to land a few punches him (that's enough to leave Oikawa bloody) when you pull him off him. That's when Ushijima tells him to never touch you again, or even come near you before leaving off with you in his arms.
Later when Iwazumi drags Oikawa to your dorms that you share with the fanclub, they all look solemn as they tell him that you moved out. He can only scream at him as to why they didn't stop you, when they answer that you came with Ushijima, who glared at them as you hurriedly packed your stuff. And before you leave, all you say is that you're transferring to Shiratorizawa now.
Oikawa actually has a panic attack and passes out. For real.
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Oikawa- he can't just accept that his baby sis/bff (self proclaimed) has left him. His world is crashing down.
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creative-crybaby · 3 years ago
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Hey, Neighbour
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PAIRING: yan!timeskip!Matsukawa Issei x fem!reader 
GENRE: smut | dark content (18+)
Minors DNI
TAGS + WARNINGS: yandere themes, stalking, toxic relationships, violence, mentions of blood, murder, oral (f receiving), fingering, masturbation (m and f), non-consensual recording, light manhandling, use of sex toy, brief mention of squirting, brief mention of overstimulation, size kink, breeding kink if you squint, praise kink, voyeurism
Let me know if I missed anything.
WORD COUNT: 6.6k
SUMMARY: Your little crush on your neighbour grew with each passing day. If only you knew the effect you had on him. All characters are 18+
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Got this posted on my birthday, babeeeeeeey 🥳🥳🥳 Anyways, back to homework I go 🥴🥴🥴
© creative-crybaby, do not repost or modify
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You didn’t see him at first. Not that you could, anyway.
The stubborn part of your brain convinced itself you could carry one box more than you could, and you couldn’t see in front of you as a result. Your hastiness didn’t help you either, and the door next to yours swung open as you passed it. You found most of your boxes scattered around on the floor a second later, and you scrambled to pick them up.
“Shit! Are you all right?”
The baritone voice entranced you to find its owner. Your gaze from the ground trailed from the shoes to the nicely fitted black suit pants, to the even better fitted black polo shirt, until you reached a handsome face. There was plenty to notice: a clenched jaw emphasizing his sharp jawline, a prominent upper lip that takes some of his intimidation away, well-sculpted cheekbones that add maturity to his appearance, hooded eyes with thick and dark brows creasing with concern, and black curls you couldn’t help but want to swirl around your finger.
You were stuck admiring and almost forgot to nod. The man apologized, lending you a hand and offering to help you with your boxes. You accepted the attractive stranger’s offer, and he carried them all to your apartment with ease. 
You both introduced yourselves, and that stranger turned out to be your next-door neighbour, Matsukawa Issei. He was on his way to work in a hurry when he accidentally knocked you over with his door (something he once again apologized for).
He worked at a funeral home, you discovered. You would have liked to have asked him what that was like, though it was time for you to part ways before you could press further. 
“See you around,” he called out with a wave as he walked away. “Hopefully without bumping into each other.”
You figured he had gotten that question about a hundred times already as you hurried back to your new home. Maybe he’ll tell you one of these days.
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Matsukawa wasn’t joking: you saw him every day, though you shouldn’t have been surprised. The two of you would leave for work around the same time, sometimes catching each other as you exited your respective homes or even to the station. If not, you’d also seemingly bump into each other at the grocery store or the nearby gym (where he’d jokingly accuse you of checking him out). You’ve even caught him having a smoke break out on his balcony while you went out for fresh air. Regardless of where you were to meet again, he’d always give you that same welcoming smile, his eyes closing as he greeted you with his new nickname for you: “Hey, neighbour.”
Nothing to grow flustered about–that’s what you were to him, after all–though your face couldn’t help but heat up every time he addressed you that way. He chuckled about it too, but he doesn’t comment on your embarrassment; mercy, you called it.
It was a silly little crush at the end of the day; nothing you’d have time for, let alone emotional commitment. Your priority was to start anew, you reminded yourself. Adapt to your new home, new job, new life. Heal.
Then again, what was a little eye candy going to do? As long as you didn’t take it any further, at least for now, there was no harm in admiring beauty when you saw it. Perhaps the light ogling was the path towards healing? Prove to yourself that good men like him did exist in this world. Good, witty, charming, sexy men…
At least, that’s what you told yourself when you caught him at the gym again. You’ve been seeing him there more often, you noticed, though you weren’t exactly complaining. His back was to you, watching his reflection as he lifted his weights. You lost count on your set as you observed him, saliva pooling on your tongue as his biceps flexed.
It was all cut short when another gym member tapped your shoulder, making you jump. The stranger didn’t appear all that amused as you took your time doing jack shit, and you mumbled an apology before moving to the treadmills. 
Daring to glimpse your neighbour’s way, you found him already looking back at you through the mirror, entertainment dancing across his features. You whipped your head to face forward, your face feeling much warmer than before. 
With you swearing to avoid his gaze for the rest of your life, you failed to realize his eyes never left your frame.
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Regardless of whether or not you believed in a greater being out there, you were certain you were being tested right now. You must have been; after all, why else would you find yourself only a few feet away from your half-naked neighbour?
You’d probably cross the short distance between you two if it weren’t for the balcony railings in your way. For now, though, you forced your eyes away from the attractive man who only sported grey sweats.
“Hey, neighbour.”
You didn’t mean to shiver, though it was too late to play it off. Slowly, you turned your head back to face the funeral home employee, your smile obviously forced. He didn’t comment on your wavering voice as you greeted him back; instead smirking at your bashful state.
You stupidly asked him if he was cold, to which he shrugged, his amusement growing by the second. Hoping to shut yourself up, you took a long sip from your mug, eyes trailing elsewhere.
“No need to be so embarrassed,” he chuckled. “You ever been to the beach? Or a pool?”
You sputtered a weak comeback as you tried not to choke on your coffee. A laugh rumbled out of his chest, a deep and melodious tune swimming into your ears. Your eyes landed on the light flexing of his abs with every breath he took, and your grip on your mug tightened.
You made an excuse—something about needing to feed your cat (which you don’t have). He nodded in amusement and politely waved you off before you speed-walked back inside. Even once you were away from him, you could hear his laughter grow louder. If it wasn’t the prettiest sound you ever heard, you’d yell at him to shut up. Asshole.
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There was a sex toy shop only a few blocks away. You found it a while back, but never got the chance to explore it. With the day off you got from work, you might as well spoil yourself; you’ve definitely earned it.
And once you found the perfect toy–a magic wand–you were more than ready to test it out once you got home.
The plan was easier said than done when you discovered that the bag they put your toy in was practically see-through. What if you crossed someone on the street? Or your apartment building?
The gods were especially cruel to you with that last part. When you got to your floor, you speed-walked to your door as quickly and quietly as possible. You took a glimpse behind you to make sure no witnesses were around, only to be met with a door to your face. Again.
“Woah!” Whistled a familiar voice. “Hey, neighbour. You okay?”
A large hand splayed itself before you, and you took it as you got off the floor.
“We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” Matsukawa chuckled before observing your face with a gentle hand on your cheek. You felt warm at the small distance between you two, and you moved back, assuring him you were fine. He hummed, then peered down to something next to you. “You dropped something.”
Your eyes widened in a panic as your gaze darted down to your bag. You hastily grabbed onto its handles–making sure the contents remained inside–and excused yourself with a bow.
You’ve only calmed down once you were in the confinements of your home. Your chest heaved for air as you tried to assure yourself that he didn’t see anything. Though even if he didn’t, your reaction was more than questionable. 
Embarrassed was an understatement: you were humiliated.
But not so much that you would no longer give your new toy a try.
And you only had one person in mind as you did so.
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Why was he here?
Why the fuck was he here?
Were you not careful enough? Did you grow too comfortable going out? All you did was enter your apartment building, only to find your ex-boyfriend already inside.
You weren't able to sneak past him. He caught sight of you right away and asked you to hear him out. 
Hear him out.
The fucking audacity.
You told him you never wanted to see him again after you gained the courage to end things with him. You blocked his number, deleted your social media, and moved to Miyagi to start over. None of that was enough for him to get the hint. So now you had to push him away as you tried to tell him to fuck off without your voice wavering. Unfortunately, all that time at the gym wasn’t enough; you were lucky if you even got him to budge. He was much taller and stronger. 
And so much fucking scarier.
“Is there a problem here?”
Tears prickled the corners of your eyes at the sound. Matsukawa stood a few feet away from you two, a thick brow raised as he peered down at your ex distastefully. Your neighbour was your guardian angel, you were sure of it.
Without thinking, you ran to him and wrapped your arms around him. You called him babe, and you only then noticed the plastic bags he was holding: groceries. Plastering a large smile, you asked him what he planned on cooking you for dinner tonight.
Matsukawa’s expression didn’t falter, and you could only hope he got the hint. He did–thank God–the arm he carefully wrapped around your waist told you that much. You squeaked at the sudden touch, but tried not to break character.
“I’m making your favourite,” your supposed boyfriend hummed with a warm smile. He then looked back at your ex, his kind expression evaporating. “Didn’t know we were going to have guests tonight.”
That was enough for the creepy bastard to walk away with a scoff. You realized you were still latched onto your neighbour, and you hastily dragged him into the elevator before bringing him into your apartment and slamming the door shut.
You explained yourself in under a minute. Matsukawa had to put his hands on your shoulders to remind you to breathe. 
Your ex seemed nice enough when you first met him. Your friends and family weren’t too fond of him; they thought he didn’t have much to offer, but you dismissed them as being shallow at the time.
Your loved ones were only half-right about him: your ex didn’t bring a lot to the table, but what he did just about ruined you. What you used to call “concern for his partner,” you now knew was controlling behaviour: from telling you what to wear to giving you a restricting diet, your choices were no longer your own. Though, that was only the tip of the iceberg.
You’d rather not go too into detail about the horrors of your previous relationship; digging yourself out of that hole was challenging enough. While you were proud of yourself for escaping and learning to open up again, it all felt pointless now. The move, the new job; they meant nothing.
Your neighbour’s expression was unreadable. “Have you informed the police about all this?”
Even in your panicked state, your face managed to falter even more. You told him you don’t trust the police: regardless of whether or not they’d believe you, they’d find a way to side with your ex. He hasn’t done any real harm, you managed to get away before: they’d only believe you once the bastard crossed a line.
You didn’t realize how silent it got since you voiced your concern, having glared off into space at the cards handed to you.
“I’ll take care of it,” he told you. His hands were still on your shoulders, the warmth seeping through the fabric of your shirt and blazing onto your skin. You refrained from shivering. “Do you have another place that you can temporarily stay over at? Like a friend’s house?”
You nodded again, your gaze fixed onto his as you exhaled shakily. It’d all be last-minute to prepare, though you were sure your friend would understand. That wasn’t your focus, though. 
Matsukawa was not only quick to believe you, but acted on that belief as well. What would he do? And would it help? Wasn’t him playing the role of boyfriend enough? You didn’t even know what he had planned.
His normally hooded eyes, now piercing as they held your stare, trapped you in place. “I’ll keep you safe.”
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He was a man of his word, your neighbour. Only having been gone for two days, you received a call from him assuring you that you could return to your apartment. 
“I scared him off,” was as specific as he was willing to be.
Not that you doubted him, though. As gentle as he was with you (minus the times he’d open his door at your face), he was still a towering form of muscle and dark features.
Regardless, was scaring your ex off all it took? Matsukawa seemed to believe so, but he didn’t know your previous lover like you did. Like you do.
Your neighbour understood your concern, though his confidence grappled with his words as he convinced you to return. There was no force in his tone; he was inviting more than anything, but you still had your doubts.
“Tell you what,” he started, “I won’t be going to work tomorrow, so I’ll be around to make sure you’re okay. If you’re comfortable with it, I’ll even let you stay in my room for the day, and I don’t expect nor want you to pay me back in any way. Once you feel better in your own home, we can move on to you calling me whenever you feel unsafe. How’s that sound?”
Your mouth responded before your brain processed. Matsukawa has done so much already; you could figure the rest out yourself. It wouldn’t be the first time, after all. 
“It’s no trouble at all, really,” he assured. “I don’t fully know what you’ve gone through, but I know hiding forever won’t do you any good. Give yourself some credit; you’re stronger than you think. You deserve to feel safe in your own home. Besides,” you could practically hear his smug grin through the phone, “I miss my favourite neighbour.”
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Oh, he was good.
But he was also kind enough to stand by you as you opened your apartment door. He trailed behind you as you entered your home, even offering to help you unpack after you checked every room. (You said no, of course; he helped enough.)
You just needed to catch up on work for the day, but with a guest, you’d feel guilty keeping him unoccupied. The tea you made for him wasn’t enough for you. He graciously accepted your offer to make him dinner, much to your delight. You were far more ecstatic when he enjoyed the meal, and as time crept closer to your neighbour’s departure, you couldn’t help but feel disappointed. 
You hung your head low as you followed him to your door, and he chuckled.
“My place is right next to yours,” he grinned, lightly nudging your shoulder. “I’m not really going anywhere; I’m right there if you need anything.”
He was about to grab hold of the doorknob when you got the fabric of his shirt first. Matsukawa turned back to you at the tugging sensation, only to have met your glossy eyes peering back up at him. The kiss you landed on his cheek threw him more off-guard, though, and after a short pause between you two, you gave him another one closer to his mouth. And another. And another.
His arms secured themselves around your waist as you desperately pressed your lips against his. Your hands found themselves in his hair, and you sighed as your fingers finally got the chance to play with his curls. With your bodies so close–practically stuck to each other–yours felt warm and your chest; tight.
Even so, you pulled him back into your home. Despite his large frame, his steps slowly followed yours.
“Are you sure?” he panted after separating himself. “You don’t owe me anything—”
You cut him off with a breathless confirmation before connecting with him once more. He returned the affection with just as much fervour, lightly tapping your side to tell you to jump. You were quick to follow, feeling his large hands hooked under your thighs as he carried you back to your room.
Your back hit the mattress beneath you when Matsukawa lightly tossed you onto your bed. He was already removing his shirt while you watched in a daze, though you were still embarrassed as he threw the article of clothing somewhere. He smirked, catching your wandering eyes.
“Nothing you haven’t seen before, sweetheart,” he quipped lowly, removing his slacks. You didn’t miss the bulge his boxers tried to hold back, and you rubbed your thighs together. Without breaking eye contact, Matsukawa crawled onto the bed and continued your previous makeout session.
You realized your clothes were still on, though your neighbour was kind enough to help you take them off. His eyes raked over every inch of exposed skin, lids even more hooded, and you caught the twitch of his bulge in your peripheral vision. Because of this, you missed how he crawled closer, his lips latching onto your neck. The sucking and nibbling sensations fuelled your impatience, making you whine as you pulled him closer. Even as his hands began roaming your body, he wasn’t touching you where you wanted him to. You grabbed hold of his hands to drag them to cup your breasts, and he chuckled against your skin.
“Easy, easy,” he tsked, unclasping your bra and letting it slide off your chest. You almost didn’t notice how his breath hitched as he stared at the exposed flesh. “Christ, you have no idea what you do to me.”
His lips wrapped themselves around one of your nipples, lightly suckling on the bud as one hand groped the neglected mound and the other slid into your damp panties. You mewled helplessly as one of his digits entertained your clit, rubbing slow but sharp circles that made you buck your hips. 
So much going on, and you’ve barely started. Every touch Matsukawa landed on your body appeared well-thought-out, his fingers and tongue perfectly following a choreography you had yet to teach him. Or maybe you’ve missed the feeling of someone else’s touch so much that you’ve grown sensitive to whatever has been offered to you?
Your question remained unanswered as he suddenly removed himself from you. You didn’t mean to whine so loudly, but after he ignited a fire in your core, you found it unfair for him to let it dwindle from neglect and a cool breeze.
No one has ever made you beg so quickly before, but much to your delight, Matsukawa complied. Removing your panties with his teeth in one swift motion, he then threw the garment aside to lower himself back to your sopping cunt.
“Shit,” he groaned, taking two fingers to separate your lower lips. “So much better up close, aren’t you?”
You weren’t given a chance to say anything; he already latched onto your clit, lapping at it with his tongue as he slid a finger in your cunt. Your thighs twitched from the sudden rise in pleasure, and your hands planted themselves into his curly locks. Your neighbour felt the tugging sensation sting his scalp and groaned, the vibrations attacking your nub.
“Fucking delicious,” he murmured against your core, sliding in another finger.
You felt him curl his digits inside you, hitting your sweet spot and making you gasp as tears prickled the corners of your eyes. You tried to hold back on squirming, but it was proven too difficult as he sped up his pace. You hardly realized when he added a third finger until your orgasm threatened to erupt.
And when he suckled on your clit, your body writhed in his hold. He didn’t stop, either; his fingers worked their magic alongside his tongue as stars consumed your vision and your toes curled. 
Slumped against the mattress, you panted heavily as your lungs begged for oxygen. You blinked away tears as Matsukawa crawled on top of you once more, peering down at your form with a predatory gaze.
“Think you got one more in you?” he hummed, tilting his head slightly. You needed several more seconds before nodding, and a grin pulled at the corners of his lips. “Good girl.”
You were grateful for his eyes being on your face and not your lower half; you didn’t need him to catch you clenching at the praise. You wanted to hear him call you that again. You needed to hear him call you that again.
His large and calloused hands further separated your legs as he shifted closer to his spot between them. Your eyes were glued to his lower half as he teasingly removed his boxers, his cock released from hiding.
It wouldn’t fit; you were sure of it. With a considerable length and girth, you doubted you could even fully wrap your hand around it, let alone take it inside you. The shaft was a couple of shades darker than the rest of his skin while a generous amount of veins littered it. The tip, bulbous and of a rosy hue, leaked precum as it begged for attention.
“Got a condom?” your neighbour asked, snapping you out of your daze. The sex shop offered some for a discount price with your new toy, though you weren’t sure if they even had condoms his size. You nodded regardless, warning him of your concern as you momentarily left your spot to get the condom. 
Much to your surprise, it fitted him well. You couldn’t help but feel disappointed as you watched him put it on, wanting to have him as close to you as possible. 
Despite these thoughts, you braced yourself as he slid his tip in, your hands going straight to his back and digging their nails into his skin. He grunted into your ear before whispering sweet nothings to soothe you. While they helped to a certain extent, you found it challenging to relax as he slid more of himself inside you.
“Doing so well for me, doll,” Matsukawa panted, pressing a light peck to your cheek. “About halfway there.”
Halfway, he said. You could feel him in your stomach as is, stretched wide open to accommodate his size, and it wasn’t enough. He stopped moving momentarily to allow you to adjust, thank God, but your tears escaped nonetheless.
Your handsome neighbour shushed you throughout the process to calm you down, whispering more words of encouragement as he slowly slid the rest of him inside. Eventually, your hips touched, and whatever air was left in your lungs broke out. He was kissing your neck now, sliding one of his hands down to give your clit some attention. With a shaky sigh, your grip on his shoulder blades loosened ever so slightly, the pleasure slowly distracting you from such a stretch.
You told him to move, albeit meekly, though he promised to go at your pace. You felt every inch of him as he reeled his hips back and thrust in. He stuck to his word and moved slowly, though his strokes were deep, filling you up to the hilt every time. Bit by bit, the pain evaporated until only the pleasure was left to flood your veins. Hearing him grunt and groan against your skin was a bonus, his baritone travelling straight to your core.
“Christ,” Matsukawa rasped as you squeezed him even tighter. “Such a good girl for me, aren’t you? Taking me so well. You feel good, doll?”
Your moaning told him plenty, and he was happy to oblige when you asked him to go faster. Being split in half like this was a foreign sensation, but welcomed nonetheless. You could feel every vein dragging along inside you—were they sensitive? Was this as heavenly to the handsome ravenette as it was to you? His noises were an indication, but you were by far louder. Could anyone even take a cock this big? Assuming you ever got the honour of having him again, you regretted spending money on a toy that couldn’t compare.
Matsukawa picked up his speed and force, grunting something under his breath that you couldn’t quite catch in your state. He’d prod at your sweet spot with every stroke, your mind drawing a blank as you wrapped your legs around the small of his back. You didn’t even realize that you were calling him Issei, the name flowing out your mouth like an angel’s song, a prayer to the heavens as your vision grew spotty.
“Fuck, doll,” he gasped, his body tensing. “Keep saying my name. Just like that. ‘M so fucking close.”
Oh, he had no idea. The string in your lower abdomen, thin and withering, was just about to snap. And when he snuck his hand back down to play with your clit once more, the dam burst. Your body tensed as flames streamed through your veins, your jaw dropping as your throat trapped the air begging to escape.
You felt your neighbour’s frame grow rigid in your hold, filling the condom as a low groan dragged out from his chest. 
You both calmed down from your highs, and only then did you discover that you’ve been dragging your nails all over his back. His body slumped next to yours on the bed, chest heaving as a grin made way on his face.
Even after all that happened, fear crept into your brain, spreading anxiety throughout your body as you watched him sit up. Memories of your ex leaving you to your lonesome for a smoke break after nights of dissatisfaction played in your head, and you instinctively assumed it would happen again.
“Gonna clean you up.” Matsukawa snapped you out of your thoughts. He carefully removed the condom and threw it in your bin before turning around to face you once more, his expression gentle. “I’ll be back in a sec.”
You wished him sticking to his word didn’t affect you the way it did, but you weren’t used to this form of treatment. He’s seen you naked—why were you so bashful as he swiped the towel across your core? He was careful, you noticed, though you were still sensitive. And when he returned to bed with you, he invited you into his arms, asking you if you needed anything else. With a shake of your head, you slowly shifted closer, leaning against his build as you were embraced with warmth and safety.
You two stayed that way for who knows how long, his voice lulling you to subconsciousness.
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For the first time in forever, Matsukawa didn’t mind being in a rush to go to work. 
He knew he’d be getting a new neighbour, though causing her trouble on their first encounter wasn’t what he had planned. You were cute, he noted. And stubborn, he soon discovered: it took him a bit of persuading to convince you to help with your boxes as an apology for knocking them out of your hold. 
You remained on his mind during work that day, and the frequency only increased once he started seeing you more often. He was sure the first few times were mere coincidences, though after finding you at the same gym as him, there was a part of him subconsciously seeking you out. He’d take note of the brands you’d buy at the grocery store, the way you tried to hide your discomfort whenever he’d smoke (something he stopped doing altogether for you), and your progress on your sets and form at the gym. That last one fuelled his ego when he once caught your gaze on him, and he couldn’t help but tease you about it in his own way. You were so cute when flustered; you couldn’t argue with him to save your life. Not that he minded. You could stare at him all you wanted. 
He could say with sincere honesty that bumping into you once again in the corridor was an accident. His eyes would naturally glimpse down at your bag out of curiosity; he didn’t mean to be so nosy. But when seeing a sex toy peek out from its carrier, you couldn’t blame him for staring. Luckily, he kept a neutral expression while returning his gaze to your form. You hadn’t noticed him catching your latest purchase, and he had to refrain from smirking. 
He wasn’t even upset when you abruptly left him in the corridor from embarrassment. It just meant he could go back to his room and stroke his dick to the thought of you using the wand. How would you use it? Did you like to ease into it, gradually upping the vibration setting? Or did you prefer to tease yourself, turning into a whining puddle as you held back from going all out? Maybe you overstimulated yourself right at the start, keeping the vibrations high until you were a squirting mess with trembling legs.
He was cumming on his abdomen before he knew it. His eyes bored into the sticky mess he made as he caught his breath. He hadn’t finished that quickly since his early teens, and he bet the real thing with you would feel much more euphoric.
How often did you think about him? Did you think about him at all? You definitely did; after your previous encounter on your respective balconies, there was no way he hadn’t crossed your mind at least once. Did his name ever slip past your lips as you touched yourself? Have you imagined him making you cum? What would you want him to do to you? What would his name sound like if you moaned it?
He snuck into your room the next day after you left for work. Playing around with the lock wasn’t anything he hasn’t done before—turns out the things he learned in high school did turn out handy, even if it wasn’t taught in class. He set up a tiny camera in a tight corner of your room connected to his laptop. What you didn’t know couldn’t hurt you. At least, in your case. 
For Matsukawa, he needed to know more. 
The same day he set up his gear, you used your new toy again in the evening. You were practically dripping; what made you so fucking needy? Were you like that all day? 
You played with your clit, easing yourself into the pleasure before eventually using your latest purchase. You were whimpering something under your breath—what, your neighbour couldn’t tell, not with the loud buzzing of the wand. If only he could’ve hidden the camera closer to you, but being in such a rush made him hastily choose whatever spot appeared the best.
But then you got louder. Mostly mewling and moaning, though he couldn’t distinguish much. 
Until he did. The ravenette thought he imagined it, being so distracted as he tugged at his cock, but you whined it again.
Mattsun.
He heard you call him that almost every day, and it never got old for him. Not in this setting, though. It was more beautiful than all the times he’d imagine you crying it out underneath him. If only he could get you to call him Issei…
He barely got to complete that thought, having made another mess with his cum. You made him finish so early and hard; it was embarrassing. How was he ever supposed to make you feel this good when you had such an effect on him?
Regardless, he laughed: Matsukawa had a chance.
Then he came along.
The funeral home employee couldn’t give less of a shit where your ex came from; he just wanted the creep to stop standing so close to you. He hadn’t realized how tense he was until you ran to him with open arms, and he felt so much lighter. He could feel you shaking as he returned the embrace, and he wished you’d keep calling him babe. 
It was all cut short, and his bliss was soon replaced with fury as you explained your situation. He was honoured that you trusted him more than the cops, though the possibility of them not keeping you safe seeped more anger into his chest. But you didn’t need to see him in such a way; you were already in such a vulnerable state. 
So go stay at your friend’s for a bit, and let him do his job to protect you.
There’s no way your ex wouldn’t return to your place now that he discovered where you are. You couldn’t keep hiding, not when you were within reach. So why try to fight against your ex’s persistence? Be inviting, and let it be that fucker’s downfall.
The funeral home employee was quick to prepare for the unwanted visit. He easily fiddled with the lock to your apartment, having done it many times before when you were gone, and let himself in. Purposely leaving the door unlocked, he waited. He waited for as long as he needed to, which was only about twenty minutes before he heard the doorknob jiggle. In sneaked your ex, peeking at every corner before entering the apartment. He jumped when he saw Matsukawa on the couch, whose eyes bored into his target with an unreadable expression.
You let him in, the creep stuttered out. He just needed to get some of his old things back. 
Bullshit, but your neighbour offered to lead the way to your room regardless. Only, instead of going straight to the end of the corridor, the two took a right to the bathroom. Before the ex could voice his confusion, he felt a large hand grab onto the back of his head and push him down, slamming it into the sink. Matsukawa wasn’t satisfied; he reeled the bastard’s head back and did it again. And again. And again. And again.
Blood splattered onto the porcelain, juxtaposing the cleanliness of the white with the horrors behind the deep red. Your ex’s head was barely recognizable, if at all. His remains flopped into the sink and onto the floor, blood following the myriad paths between each tile.
Good thing he wore black, but it wasn’t like his closet held many other options. He could worry about his clothes later; it was time to clean up.
His profession came in handy when it called for it. The death consuming the atmosphere stopped overwhelming him long ago, and blood barely fazed him, if at all. It became welcoming over time, he found. Though he assured himself his reasoning behind bashing your filthy ex-boyfriend’s head into your bathroom sink was for your safety first and foremost. 
And with his priorities in check, he was given his reward. Hearing you thank him profusely through the phone and in person for helping you warmed his heart, and having you cling to him was the icing on the cake. You needed him; it took you a while to realize this fact, but you finally realized it. 
How could he say no to you when you offered to make him dinner? As tempting as it was to casually mention the “no pets” policy in their building, he decided to keep quiet. (He could always tease you later, after all.) He made sure to take his time with every bite, not only to savour the taste but to stall time. No good thing could last forever, could it? Next door neighbours or not, it wasn’t enough, but he forced himself to say goodbye before heading to your door. 
He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t surprised when you tugged at his shirt. And the look you gave him—oh, that look. He could feel his cock stir in his pants from your doe eyes peering up at him, practically begging him to stay. It would be rude to say no, wouldn’t it?
Kissing you was the best he’s ever felt. Every touch you gave him, from tugging at his locks to pressing your lips harder against his, was full of desperation that went straight to his ego and dick. Could you tell how hard he was as he carried you to your room? Even if you couldn’t hear his erratic heartbeat, you should’ve been able to feel it with how close your bodies were.
Seeing you laying on your bed reminded Matsukawa of all the times he’s watched you from behind a screen. This time, though, he got to live out a fantasy. He didn’t have to imagine your taste or wonder what your limits would be; he could test it out for himself. Best of all, he’d get to hear you scream his name.
He remembered what you liked, having watched you so many times. He knew how sensitive you were, and he loved how responsive you were. The way you squeezed his fingers further excited him for what was to come, and your taste was one he’d never want to forget. You won’t need that damn toy anymore now that you had him.
Fitting his cock inside you was a challenge, but you accommodated well. Matsukawa was sure his brain stopped working for a moment with how tightly you were clenching him; he wished he didn’t have the condom on, wanting to feel you milk him dry, fill you up with every drop of cum until you couldn’t take it anymore—
One step at a time. He sat up momentarily to see your pussy stretched open, trying to take him all in. He could’ve cum then and there, but he waited too long for this moment; he’d drag it out, enjoy every second and burn your every reaction into his memory.
“Always so pretty when you cum, aren’t you, doll?”
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this.”
“You’re mine, you hear? Your mind, your body, your soul, your very being is all mine.”
You didn’t hear a damn thing with how fucked out you were, though he supposed he should be grateful for that. Even after all that aggression, Matsukawa shifted to a more gentle persona, cleaning you up and holding you close until you fell asleep. 
He didn’t let go after you drifted off, either. He wouldn’t sleep—he refused to. His dark eyes traced every feature on your face. His index finger gently glided across your cheekbone, sliding down to follow your jaw until he stopped at your chin to drag his thumb across your lower lip. You surprisingly didn’t wake up: were you a heavy sleeper? Or could you not sleep because of the past few days?
You had nothing to worry about; at least he knew this. He took care of your problem; you wouldn’t have to keep running. You could relax; rely on him to keep you safe. As stubborn as you could be, he also knew you’d eventually come around. Why deny what’s in your best interest?
With a final kiss planted on your temple, Matsukawa pulled you closer to his side.
“Goodnight, (Y/N).”
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kikyan · 3 years ago
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Hello! Today is my birthday 😄 so I was wondering that how haikyuu teams like Karasuno high, aoba johsai, nekoma high, fukurodoni high would celebrate their girl manager's birthday?
Can you write this please?
Thank you❤
Happy birthday! If it's on the 21st then congrats and I am writing this at 11:09 PM so I'm have to hurry tf up to make it.
Starting off, you're a manager for said teams! Let's kick it off!
Karasuno
So this team I think is the most 'family' orientated. Granted we do see a lot more of them than any other team so that could also be a reason. When they see Yachi who is a new girl at the start of the second season, they are quick to welcome her and help her get settled. So I think you can expect great things from them!
I can think of maybe when you end up going to practice after school, the gym is dark and you're left wondering, just what is going on? That's when the lights hit and a loud "SURPRISE!" along with party cracker and streamers hits you smack on the face. They try their best to 'do' something as a group.
They'd give you presents but those who didn't know what to get you offer to get you something later or ask if you want a favor in return. Like homework help or maybe going on a small trip. I think they'd be ecstatic to plan a group trip in honor of your birthday if you'd like!
I think the third years would be a bit more calm and collected. Those four would probably be the ones to give you an actual gift since they probably organized the event. Though, Kiyoko probably organized a lot more of it. The second years, they probably all joined together and are thinking of taking you somewhere whereas the first years probably offered to do your homework or small tasks here and there.
Aoba Johsai
Okay so I think based on how close they are, Iwaizumi probably ended up taking the reigns. The other three probably either forgot or were going to give you a half-assed gift on the day of but make it up to you later. Iwaizumi probably scolded them harshly and made sure they got you a proper gift for your birthday!
The first years probably looked up to Iwaizumi and also got you something small. I lowkey headcanon that Kyotani and Yahaba got into an argument about what to get you because Kyotani wants to get you the perfect gift and Yahaba thinks what he wants to get isn't perfect.
They probably organized a little get together after practice like going out to eat. They probably had a practice game between them and made a bet, the team that loses has to pay for the birthday dinner. Overall, they have a bit of formality? I think the younger ones like the first and second years have respect whereas the third years have a more casual friendship with you.
Nekoma
My personal favorite team god I love these mfs. Anyways, I think they are a mixture of both formal and causal. I think that because of the way they are they are more friendly and casual with you. So the third years are probably the closest ones with you. I see them wanted to go and eat or go somewhere fun to celebrate.
The second years have respect for you and are a bit close. Kenma would offer to go to an arcade or somewhere active (like a place where you have to do something ex. arcade, amusement park, escape rooms, etc.). Yamamoto would slighly agree because I see him as the type to go with whatever you choose. The first years would be a little shy but none the less voice their opinions about what to do.
Fukurodani
So I think you would most definitely reach past formality. Bokuto is 50/50. He either forgot and feels really bad or he has been planning from day one. The other team members are there to make sure he doesn't go over board but they also chip in to help out.
The rest of the team is way much more prepared and organized, they probably give you small gifts here and there while also planning a dinner party of some sort.
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yanderecrazysie · 11 days ago
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One Chance (Yandere Tendou)
Thank you so much for commissioning me! I had a lot of fun writing Tendou and I love the nicknames you suggested. I don’t think I’ll ever picture him calling Reader any generic nicknames ever again lol it’ll always be miracle girl and my paradise
I wasn’t sure if you wanted to be tagged, so let me know if you would like to be tagged and what account to tag and I’ll fix it!
Title: One Chance
Pairings: Tendou Satori x Reader
WARNINGS: yandere themes, chubby reader
You had two tries. The third would send an alert to Tendou’s phone and not allow you to make any more guesses.
You had played the long game for so long. Behaving until the chain grew longer and longer and finally ceased to exist, allowing you to explore the house he’d trapped you in. The windows were impossible to break and the only exit had a number pad with an unknown code to get out.
Tendou hadn’t always been this way- no, scratch that, he kind of had always been creepy to you.
The two of you had met in your final year of high school, when you had transferred to Shiratorizawa. You had a love for volleyball, but didn’t play it yourself. You had heard Shiratorizawa’s team was the best of the best and, after watching them play the first semester and make their way to nationals, they proved that to you.
While their ace certainly stood out, another player drew your attention and interest more. Tendou Satori… tall, red-headed, wide-eyed, and eccentric, it was impossible to miss him. You weren’t sure you’d call him handsome, but he certainly had his odd charms.
You started to go to their practices alongside a couple friends. While your friends wanted to catch hot guys shirtless, you just wanted to watch volleyball. And maybe decipher the strange redhead like he was a puzzle you hadn’t finished.
Unfortunately for you, Tendou was much more observant than you gave him credit for. When one of his teammates complimented how well he was playing lately, he took you by surprise when he tilted his head back, made eye contact with you, and said, “I always feel 100% when my miracle girl watches me. Your round cheeks felt like they were on fire at his words.
1994, the year he was born, if your math was right. You type it in and are met with a loud buzzing sound. One try left.
You didn’t think Tendou knew you existed until that moment. From then on, however, Tendou began to acknowledge you each practice, in the hallways, and even during games, where he flashed you peace signs- somehow knowing exactly where you were sitting, despite the huge crowd.
You brushed it off as harmless flirtation at first. You weren’t exactly cover girl- you were a bit chubby and you didn’t do much with your hair. So why? Why did he insist on calling you his “miracle girl”?
He knew everything about you, without you sharing them with him. Your favorite food, drink, song, movie, etc. And when you demanded to know where he got that information, he’d shrug and say “Just guessed!”
Your friends teased you about his obvious crush. You laughed along, even when you were feeling more and more uneasy. His wide-eyed gaze stayed on you for much too long, “miracle girl” felt too much like a lover’s nickname, and he was just so… eccentric.
Then came the day he confessed his feelings for you.
What about your birth date? Surely he wouldn’t choose something so obvious, right? You entered each number with trembling fingers.
“I like you,” he said breathlessly. Whether he was out of breath from winning against Aoba Johsai or it was nerves, you’d never know.
The gym was silent- everyone had already left, except for you, since Tendou had asked you to stay behind. You suddenly wished everyone was still there, even if that would turn out to be embarrassing for the two of you.
Well, you weren’t the type to lead someone on or date someone you weren’t interested in. You were fascinated by Tendou, intrigued even. But… like?
“I’m sorry,” you winced, “I don’t feel the same.”
You couldn’t remember what happened after that.
DING! 
“Door unlocked.” the robotic female voice informed you.
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Your heart stopped, barely able to believe your luck. The house was in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by forest and electric fences. However, there was one gate, from what you could tell from the second floor. The driveway led directly through the trees to that gate.
You had several hours before Tendou returned home- you knew he had gone off to work, as he always did on the weekdays. It was how you kept track of time. 
The gravel of the driveway crunched under your shoes. There was no point in running- you weren’t really in shape and it’d just tire you out. Besides, you had plenty of time.
The air was cold, which didn’t help the goosebumps already on your skin. You thought of going back for a jacket but, now that you had left the house, you couldn’t bring yourself to even look back at your former prison.
You walked down the driveway for an uneventful three minutes when something stopped you in your tracks. The sound of crunching gravel under something much bigger than a human could be heard ahead.
Tendou was coming home early.
You shot off into the woods framing the driveway, throwing yourself behind a tree. You peeked around it just barely, praying that you were wrong. There was no way he’d get home so early.
Sure enough, the familiar red pickup truck came slowly down the driveway, the sound of gravel under its wheels sending shivers down your spine. Then, when the truck was right in front of your tree, it came to a stop.
You put a hand over your mouth and held your breath. The car door opened and someone climbed out. You could hear each footstep in the gravel and the soft squish of shoes on wet grass.
“You can come out from behind that tree,” Tendou’s voice was almost playful, “I know you’re there.”
You closed your eyes and tried to keep your breathing even. There was no way he knew where you were. He was just bluffing!
Tendou let out a loud sigh and walked towards the tree you were hiding behind. Before you could decide between staying put and running, he peeked around the tree and grabbed your wrist.
“That was a terrible idea… Don’t you know what they used to call me in high school?”
You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to hold back tears. You had one chance and you had messed it all up.
“They used to call me Guess Monster, and why is that, do you think?”
Your voice came out as a croak, “So you just guessed I was escaping and hiding here?”
Tendou laughed and said, “Lucky guess, huh?”
Tears spilled down your round cheeks and you wiped at them with your free hand. A little sob escaped your lips. “I just want to go home!”
Tendou frowned and pulled you close, putting his mouth close to your neck and whispering, “I’m sorry, but I can never let you go, my paradise.”
“Now,” he said, scooping you into his arms as though you were weightless, “Let’s get my little miracle girl back where she belongs.”
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Haikyuu!!│Obsessive/Yandere HC’s │
Warning - Contains dark themes, mentions of emotional and physical abuse & sexually suggestive/explicit (18+) content, reader’s discretion is advised.
Characters - Hinata, Kuroo, Daichi, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Oikawa, Bokuto, Tendou & Kageyama.
Important Note: This is in no way romanticising or normalising toxic/abusive behaviour, you should not do as such as this is incredibly dangerous and unhealthy. If you identify any of these in your own relationships please seek help from a member of authority, counsellor or someone who can remove you from and aid in your recovery from the situation. This is a great contrast from all my other work on here so please read with caution. Stay safe <3
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Hinata - The Hell-bent Visionary
Danger level: 6.5/10
So you’ve caught the eye of Karasuno’s ray of sunshine?
Bask in it’s warmth while you can, for the sun sets and leaves a chilling dark in it’s wake.
When he becomes focused on something, it’s hard to break the dedication he has. It’s unyielding, firm and persistent. Once you light a fire in him, it’s near impossible to put out.
And you didn’t just spark a flame, you formed a whole inferno.
Blowing up your phone with texts, calls and the tapping of rocks against your bedroom’s glass from late night visits to your doorstep. Greeted with the sickening scent of blood-red roses filling your nose at a reminder of how firmly he has you in his hold that will never falter. The lingering scratch marks adorning the window panes that you could have sworn were not there the night before.
 He can’t get enough of you, and the more time he spends with you, the more addictive your presence becomes.
He’s hooked, reaching the point of rivalling his sporting passion.
He learns to balance the two equally, and any second that isn’t spent practising, he is by your side or doing everything in his power to be.
It’s tunnel vision. All he sees is you, and the ball, nothing else matters. Relentlessly chasing for both long after his lungs tire and legs give out.
 He is a dark, unwavering force of nature, itching to monopolise you and eradicate any threat on what belongs to him. Yet around everyone else, he's a bundle of lovable sunshine who wouldn't dare hurt a fly, and while he doesn't show an outright aggressive nature, you know there's something sinister lurking underneath that might one day snap. 
It’s his stare that haunts you the most.
That ominous, chilling stare which pierces through your heart and impales it on a stick, out on display for him to marvel at in all it’s vulnerable beauty. The level of intensity and sheer devotion glinting in his eyes is nothing short of haunting.
Luckily for you, Hinata will not cause physical harm, but it’s his presence and ‘Jekyll & Hyde’ nature which will slowly but surely chip away at you until your sanity is reduced to dust. The worst part? Since he is loved by everyone, no one sees the twisted side you do, and as a result left permanently in a state of self-doubt and second guessing. Your mind will eventually spiral into a descent to madness until your right where he wants you.
Be careful, for even the sun’s light burns out eventually. And when it does, you’ll be swallowed by the darkness.
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Kuroo - The Devil’s Reciprocal
Danger level: 9/10
Ahhh, the bad boy who smells of cigarettes and sex, the one who lurks in bars long after midnight eyeing up his prey. This man gives Satan a run for his money. I hope you’re prepared. What did you do to catch his eye, anyway? 
Whatever it was, it’s doomed you to an eternity in hell on earth.
Or heaven, if you’re a glass half full kind of person.
Kuroo drew you in like a moth to a flame, you knew he had no glinting halo, but that was his appeal.
 He was the incarnation of everything your parents warned you about, and you couldn’t get enough of it. 
Hell, you still can’t. But that doesn’t minimise the damage done to you every second he turns the light on, reeling you in once again, further and further until there’s no escape, utterly blinded by his deceiving tactics.
He has many admirers, you know. So in his eyes he feels you should be privileged to be given so much of his attention, that once received would leave any sane person running.
Unfortunately, you don’t seem to be sane enough, and he recognises this. He knows he’s got you hooked on his every word, dragging out the syllables like a lullaby that leave you entranced and begging for more.
 What can I say? The man has a way with words, and you’re totally enthralled by every sentence. 
Kuroo recklessly waves his charm like a gun, never a moment of hesitation to utilise it in order to get what he wants. 
And he always gets what he wants. 
It’s so dangerous it will leave you down on your knees in an act of submission and prepared to do anything to please him. The tip of the pistol aimed at your temple as if daring your defiance.
He revels in seeing that doe-eyed expression, fully aware of how much control he holds over every cell in your body. All of them scream out for him, for Kuroo. To kiss you, touch you and whisper sweet-nothings into your ear that linger with his hot breath scathing your neck, burning his scent into your memory until it’s one you’ll never forget. 
With all that temptation comes  consequence though, because once you give in, you’ll face the sadists horns that lurk underneath. 
Intertwining your bodies and tracing a switchblade across your jugular, he’ll stretch his lips into a wide, cunning grin, slamming into you and rutting his hips until they connect with yours. Throwing your head back in ecstasy, your whine will be stifled and cut short by the piercing slit of a blade shallowly opening the skin of your throat, the sharp sting lingering as his tongue deepens the incision with delight.
He is incredibly possessive, so anyone he deems a threat will be mercilessly eradicated, soon to be forgotten though. He will never allow your thoughts to be consumed by anything but him. 
Grinding his body against yours, the husky murmuring of pillow talk he is all too skilled at will leaves your knees trembling and buckling before him, with the one question he will only ever accept one answer to.
“Tell me sweetheart, who do you belong to...?”
Shuffling the cards and dragging cigar smoke across his lips, he’ll sip that glass of gin snidely and lock you in place with his smouldering gaze. Forever a reminder there’s no escape from his enslaving curse.
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Daichi - The Despotic Protector
Danger level: 6/10
Karasuno’s father figure and reliable captain rolled into one. I hope you’re prepared for a lifetime of suffocation, because he’s never letting you go.
He takes on an almost a parental role in the relationship, and a toxic one.
Controlling, overbearing and monitoring your every move. He will never allow you to do anything without his permission out of fear for your safety.
I mean, what if something happens to you while you’re not within his peripherals? 
That’s a thought he simply couldn’t bear.
He’ll lock you in the confines of his home if he has to. But don’t get mad sweetheart, it’s because he cares for you.
Soon enough Daichi will have isolated you from the world, never seeing the shining of sunlight unless your arm is looped around his in a crushing hold. 
Friends? You can forget them, he made sure to steer you far, far away from those. He just can’t risk them laying a finger on you or putting you in harms way, he would never forgive them.
Daichi desperately tries to convince you he has your best interests at heart, and unluckily for you, you fall right into his trap.
Your whole life is consumed by him, and only him. Watching the clock tick by aimlessly until you hear his footsteps up the driveway, scurrying to the door to greet him like an obedient dog upon his arrival.
Pulling you into a loving hug that threatens to squeeze the life out of you, you can’t help but let your mind roam and ponder the question lurking at the back of your thoughts.
Has he ever killed with these hands?
They seem too crushing. Like a brute, inhuman force. You can picture his fingers wrapped around someone’s throat and draining them of oxygen almost too easily.
Little did you know, your hypothesis was painfully accurate. 
An old childhood friend of yours, currently 6 feet under in the yard. Your bare feet trampling over his grave and none the wiser every time he allows you to set foot in the garden.
You’ll never know, though. It’s not like you can check your phone without his permission anyway, he’s already blocked their contact.
Days, weeks, months pass by of his constant monitoring and controlling behaviour. The CCTV’s scattered in every corner of the house, the social deprivation and loneliness that creeps in every time he’s not there as you roam the barren household, the purple finger marks roping your wrists from when he kept you in a paralysing grip,daring your disobedience.
and you can’t help but wonder,
Maybe the person you needed protecting from was him.
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Tsukishima - The Mendacious Manipulator
Danger level: 8.5/10
How unlucky you are to be paired with this mentally destroying sadist. 
At first Tsukishima’s wit, sarcasm and clever quips were what allured you, never did you think they would be used against you. Wielded like a weapon with a blade sharp enough to slice you in two.
And I’m warning you, every cut hurts.
There’s no escaping from it, a string of degrading remarks whispered cruelly in your ear while holding hands in public, appearing to be a cute and affectionate couple, but a sinister secret lurks underneath that only you know of.
He’ll treat you like a dog, expecting you to be at his every beck and call, serving on your knees with a painted smile that’s woefully forced on with every ounce of strength you have left.
You are his puppet, his useless little play thing that he makes painfully aware of how disposable they truly are.
And don’t take him for a fool, he will discard you if he sees fit.
Unmerciful, cruel, snide, are the some of many words that can describe Tsukishima, and as you’ll soon find out none of them are pleasant.
He will craftily make you open up to him. Revealing your deepest insecurities,traumas and troubles then sheath it like a sword to your neck, holding you hostage to your own weaknesses in order to gain that empowering sense of control he oh-so revels in. Endlessly striving to achieve his selfish, favourable outcome. 
This Yandere is one of most intelligent of the bunch, and unfortunately for you, does not use his intelligence for charitable or good-natured purposes.
He knows exactly what to say to leave you curled up in a ball, tears streaming and wracked in emotional agony as you plead for forgiveness on something that isn’t even your fault. He knows this, but finds it comical and all too amusing to see you so broken over something when you weren’t the one to blame. He gets off to your mental anguish.
You’ll be left stumbling the streets at 2 in the morning, contemplating your life and everything as you know it, he will warp your perception of the world until he is the only one you can crawl to. After all, it’s your fault, right? He’s the only one who could tolerate you, everyone else abandoned you because you were so insufferable.
...is what he’ll have you believe. In reality, Tsukishima was pulling strings behind the scenes to ensure you would distance yourself from friends and family, resulting in them doing the same. Wrapping you around his finger and twisting your behaviour into one that’s volatile and unapproachable, until you’re left totally alone.
You’ll never know though.
That mental fortitude will soon shatter, and when it does, he’ll cackle at it’s pathetic remains.
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Yamaguchi  - The Diffident Vampire
Danger level: 5/10
I’m sad to say, but your tween Twilight fantasies will be crushed when you stumble upon this mess of a monster.
I don’t mean to say he’s a literal vampire, but you’ll understand the use of this metaphor once we delve into some of his tendencies.
He is incredibly insecure, the walking embodiment of the very word.
Now that isn’t the reason you should be warded off, everyone has self-esteem issues. However, this trait of his plays a huge part in siphoning the life out of you.
He captured your heart with his soft and sympathetic nature, easily startled and somewhat skittish.
You didn’t see what was below the iceberg however, and once you did, he sank his teeth in and began to suck before you could escape, draining you dry until you have no more left to give. Nothing to spare until he is licking his lips in satisfaction, swelled with the abundance at the emotional dependency he has built up on you.
He needs reassurance like a life line, and while some might find this endearing at first, it undoubtedly becomes highly toxic and emotionally exhausting.  
Yamaguchi is incredibly volatile with his sensitivity, you have to watch your words and be sure he doesn’t misinterpret them and become dejected. He will read into everything you say and question every little detail. 
This is one of those Yandere’s that wouldn't do it intentionally I don’t think, but by the time he catches himself it’s too late, he’s in far too deep to stop and I don’t think he ever will once he realises how addicted he is to you, your words boosting his sense of worth and being the only form of confidence he’s ever felt in his life.
It’s quite sad, really. 
Don’t pity him too much, though. That’s the trap. That’s how reels you in until the teeth marks adorning your neck are a harsh reminder that you are nothing more than food for his ego.
If you ever think about leaving, he will have no qualms grovelling at your knees, razor to his wrists and begging you to stay. A cruel memoire at what keeps you tied here in the first place.
Pity.
Care.
The mutual empathy you saw in him that drew you in was now broken and one-sided, his selfishness far outweighing this trait of his and becoming your death-sentence. 
The marks will never fade. One day you’ll collapse to your knees and cave, but he won’t stop until he has bled you bare.
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Oikawa - The Venusian’s Nightmare.
Danger level: 8/10
Oh charming Oikawa. The pretty boy with enough carnal seduction to rival his greek goddess counterpart. Hair smooth as silk, eyes glinting with mischief and a smirk that could bow you down on all fours. He has everything, or so it seems.
Sanity isn’t one of them.
He is VERY demanding when he craves your attention, which let’s face it is pretty often. If he doesn’t get it? Definition of a nightmarish brat.
He will whine, complain, blow up your phone. Still not available?
He’ll simply disappear.
For how long? Who really knows. He likes the thought of you on edge and anticipating his return, thoughts of him plaguing your mind to the point you question if you’re the one who’s obsessed.
Don’t worry though, when he returns he has enough sensual suave to make you forgive him ten times over.
You may think his bratty and sulking nature is the worst of it.
Oh how wrong you are.
Push him to his limits or the closest thing to it and you’ll face a cut-throat, teasing sadist who will tie you to the bed with a sickening sparkle in his eyes, marvelling at your skin jaggedly sliced open like a sheet of paper, tracing the wounds with his tongue and lapping up the blood before pulling you into a heated kiss which seems almost loving, if it weren’t for the metallic taste intertwining your tongues as a harsh reminder that you’re not here by choice.
He is definitely the type to mock you and howl with laughter as your body spams and writhes in pain, degrading you with the most vile remarks till tears spill from your eyes.
“Awh poor (Y/N)-chan, crying like a baby. Can’t handle the pain? What a pathetic little whore. Maybe if you beg enough, I’ll ease up the pressure~”
Sometimes he’ll leave you there wrist-bound to the bed post for hours, coming back in occasionally until your level of pleading satisfies him. 
His change in treatment is paradoxical in the aftermath, he will release you from your restrains and rub your skin with such tender care, it’s agonisingly deceiving.
One of the most dangerous things about him is his intuition, it’s damn near supernatural and makes for a natural born lie detector. Oikawa will sense the slightest shift in your mood, tone and body language. He knows you like the back of his hand, making it all the more unnerving to be in his presence.
This can be a positive if he is looking to fill you with ecstasy, since he knows every sweet spot, curl of his fingers and words to whisper that leave you trembling in mind-numbing pleasure.
Though you know once coming down from your high, your moments of heaven will slip through your fingers before crashing back down to reality.
He can read you like a book that he wrote with his own hands and it’s horrifying, he can predict what you’re going to say or do before you’ve even made up your mind. Which as you can guess, makes escape or wheedling out of a threatening scenario a null alternative.
If you decide to make the suicidal mistake of lying, your body will never quite function the same once he’s through. not to mention the plethora of emotional scarring that comes along with it.
After catching you in your mendacity and deeming your punishment enough, he’ll decorate your body in cuts, bruises and hickeys that throb from the abuse of his teeth. Laying you down in bed and tucking you in gently, wrapping an arm around in an act of ‘protection’ that was formerly wrapped around your throat in an act of threatening asphyxiation.
Eyes fluttering closed hours after he drifted off beside you, your heart rate quells and the tears staining your cheeks dry, preparing for the repeated cycle when the sun rises. 
How foolish to be lured in by such a facade, even the most beautiful of creatures can be hideous. 
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Bokuto -  The Volcanoes Slaughter
Danger level: 9.5/10
The ticking of a time bomb, the cracking of the ground beneath your feet.
Once you are swept up in this man’s wrath you know there will never be an escape.
and he’s fucking terrifying.
His energy and vigour were what charmed you, his upbeat enthusiasm that while volatile, was very contagious and encouraging. 
If only you had known what kind of disaster was laying low under the surface.
Akaashi had tried to warn you, but you simply never listened.
He pities you now, for you’re in the same boat as him.
Eternally putting up with his violent tempers and erratic nature, which you often get the brunt of behind closed doors, left to cover the scars with a scarf and cheap pot of concealer.
His moods switch as quick as the direction of the wind, a gust too strong that leaves you flying back like a ragdoll against the wall.
Or that may just be because he actually threw you in a fit of rage, itching to see your limp body crack against the drywall to soothe his rage. Drowning the voices in his head with the sound of your soothing whimpers filled with agony.
While he may beat you black and blue whenever the overflow of emotions take over, he still does ‘care’ for you in his own sickening way, and would never have any qualms snapping a neck or two if it prevented anyone else laying a finger on you.
Though to be honest it’s the furthest thing from care, it’s downright monopolisation of something he deems his object.
How dare they hurt his personal punching bag, don’t they know you’re his and his alone to mark up in any way he pleases?
To everyone else, he seems like a very loving and protective boyfriend who has the occasional mood swing. If only they could pick up on the flinching of your body when his voice raises even a decibel, or the way you retract in fear at the swatting of a hand too close to your face. 
The anxiety felt when in his presence is indescribable, your whole body will soon become accustomed to trembling in fear, your fight or flight kicking in at the mere mention of his name. His voice sends every hair standing on end, bracing for the impact that may or may never come from his grazed fists.
Treading on eggshells and analysing every word before you speak will become second nature, even the tone of your voice or the way you arrange a question will be heavily thought over before even daring to let it escape your mouth.
You just can’t risk it, even hearing a word he doesn’t like will result in the tectonic plates shifting, getting closer to his impending eruption.
Once you hear the rumbling, you’ll know it’s far too late to run. Burned by the raging lava and consumed whole in a flood of pain and misery, it will destroy everything in it’s wake, even you.
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Tendou - The Jesters Despair
Danger level: 10/10
You really opened pandora’s box with this one.
And once you so much as cracked it for a peak, just that little inkling of curiosity, the lanky arm of a redhead yanked your wrist and dragged you in with him.
Tendou’s eccentric and offbeat disposition was something you had always admired, it was what made your heart flutter.
Now? That eccentricity is put to the most horrifying of uses.
Mind games, manipulation, and unpredictability beyond your worst nightmare.
Tendou is the type to sink a blade into your skin and cackle maniacally while you cry and plead for him to stop. Edging himself and eyeing you up greedily at the painful fear in your eyes, blood trickling down your skin with each incision.
He’ll pull your hair back and slide his tongue along the cuts, his lustful gaze boring into your own as the pooling saliva leaves a chilling feeling on your skin, nose wrinkled in disgust at the thought of his DNA entering your bloodstream.
He thrives on trickery and deception. He’s the type to say something incredibly warm and soft-centred, one that makes your pupils expand in newfound hope with the question of “...really?” rolling off your tongue. That inkling of hope sparking the thought that maybe, just maybe he’s changed. 
Only to burst into a fit of laughter at your naivety, teasing you relentlessly for how gullible and moronic he thinks you are. 
This yandere is incredibly incalculable. Here one minute, gone the next. Don’t even bother trying to figure out what he’s doing or where he is, you’ll never know. It keeps you on your toes in the most negative and unnerving sense of the expression, he gets a buzz off leaving you wondering, and takes great satisfaction in knowing you’re probably thinking about him.
 However, he expects you to be there whenever he needs you, regardless of circumstance. And if you’re not? You’ll have consequences to face.
I’m sorry to say, but there is no chance in hell you’re surviving this experience, there’s no doubt you’ll be murdered eventually. 
After all, he does get bored easily. Not so much as giving it a second thought on disposing of you once you are no longer a source of fresh entertainment for his sadistic desires.
With each passing day his treatment becomes increasingly brutal, searching for new ways to fulfil that empty feeling in his heart and cold, hollow look in his eyes. Don’t even bother trying to save him, not even he would know where to start.
Every night as you shut your eyes on the hardwood floor beside his bed, you can’t help but wonder if this is the last time you’ll ever close them.
And for your sake? You’d better hope it is.
Charming you with the humour of a Jester and putting on a show, he’ll make it certain every time you laugh, will be paid back with tears twofold. 
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Kageyama - The Majesties Tyrant
Danger level: 7/10
Kneel before your highness or face his wrath. Kageyama Tobio is the most commanding of them all. Permanently trapped in his dictatorship with no hope of revolt. 
He doesn’t become set on things very often, but once he does it’s something he’ll never give up until he’s conquered it wholly.
Stubborn, moody, domineering and demanding. With just enough of a soft side he uses to persuade you back again. 
Fuelled by ego, pride, and a sense of superiority, he will never stop until he has your total obedience.
Being the dense man he is, this is usually achieved through simplistic means of intimidation and threats of aggression.
Kageyama will not hesitate to raise his fist and back you into a corner, cowering in recoil at his menacing aura that itches to do damage
You will do what he says, whenever he needs it, no if’s but’s or objections.
For such a hard headed ruler, he’s surprisingly childish and unsure about how to express anything other than abuse.
I think a part of him genuinely does like you, but it’s far too clouded by his toxic nature that it could never be seen as even slightly redeemable.
The most you’ll ever get out of Kageyama is the occasional hug, in which he squeezes you far to tight and resurfaces the pain of last nights bruises.
He doesn’t resort to physical violence often, as he is always reprimanded by the team to control his anger. If only they knew what he was like behind closed doors. I suppose you could credit it to Karasuno that he hasn’t accidentally killed you yet.
Yet.
When it comes to matters in the bedroom, he is focused solely on his own gratification, yours being a second thought he never so much as acknowledges.
Collared and threaded by  chain, you will crawl beside him and take it all until you’re gasping for air. The only thing he cares about is climaxing and leaving you with the cleanup.
He’s quite self conscious, so don’t expect much physical affection unless he’s chasing a particularly intense release.
Kageyama is highly jealous and frequently painted green with envy, so expect your social life to dwindle significantly once he has his hands on you, literally and metaphorically.
Thankfully, he won’t isolate you entirely, but it’s enough to leave you feeling segregated from the rest of the world. A lone member of his regime that you are forever trapped in with no chance of escape.
Bow down with a meek mutter of “Yes...master.” His crown will twinkle in the moonlight as a symbol of your everlasting enslavement.
The king of the court, and the ruler of your heart.
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