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thinking about…
naughty, horny boys who have a scent kink. they’re able to get off using one of your dirty shirts or used underwear that you threw in your laundry basket, bringing it to their nose to take a huge sniff as they jerk off to the smell. how dirty.
so imagine you come home early from running errands to find your darling jerking himself off on the bed, one hand fisting his leaky dick that’s spilling pre cum like a faucet and your used underwear in his other. you’re just standing there watching the show as he whimpers and whines and you swear you can hear little begs coming out of his mouth saying how much he wants you home right now.
you watch as his fisting becomes more frantic, signaling to you that he’s close and so you tell him to stop, which snaps him out of his state. it’s funny really, how he turns his head to look at you, the hand on his dick paused and his other hand clutching your underwear tighter.
he doesn’t apologize though, instead he begs for you to touch him. he’s just that desperate and needy right now for your touch. luckily for your darling, you like that about him.
though he is rather loud, so how about you stuff your underwear in his mouth to shut his pretty self up?
gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, itadori, rengoku kyojuro, denji, iida tenya, atsumu miya , bokuto kotaro and your favs!
note: its been a while since I’ve posted one of these
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⍣ ೋ after the break-up
☆ kuroo, oikawa, daichi, hinata, bokuto akaashi, sakusa (prt 2.)
KUROO TETSURO — assuming reader is the one who ended it, he's absolutely blindsided and shocked. he walks around in a daze; to anyone who didn't know him, he just looks tired or whatever. to whoever does, it's clear he's absolutely destroyed and crushed. of course, he'll try to act his best to not let it show how sad he is, but it really shows when his teammates were wondering where he was, only to find him sitting alone on a bench, looking down at his feet somberly.
"kuroo." kenma called out softly, his lips pursed into a line at the sight of his childhood sitting ways away from the rest of his team. it took a minute before kuroo was looking over his shoulder to look over at the shorter lad, his eye-bags dark, lips pursed into a straight line. "...i miss her." kuroo mumbled, looking back down at his feet, one of his hands coming up to brush through his distressed black hair.
he feels even worse when he sees you in the distance, walking home with a friend of yours. he can only think and remember when it was him walking you home, your hand intertwined with his. he chews on his lip as you get smaller and smaller as you walk more into the distance. he misses you.
OIKAWA TORŪ — he acts totally unbothered. his teammates didn't even know the two of you broke up until one of them asked about you jokingly, to which oikawa stuck out his tongue, huffing a "she dumped me," before swiping the nonexistent hair off his shoulder with sass. he thinks he's okay; he feels okay. it doesn't catch up to him until one day he's still practicing long after official practice ended.
oikawa grunted as he jumped into the air, his hand coming up to slap the ball. he can only furrow his eyebrows in annoyance when the ball hits the net, dropping over to the floor. "damn it." he curses, wiping the sweat off his forehead. i'm thirsty, he thinks, looking to the side where you would sit on the floor, watching as he practices.
but you're not there... where are you? "y/n-chan?" he calls out, his eyes looking around the empty gym. "..she's gone oikawa, remember— she broke up with you," a voice speaks from behind him. he turns around to see iwaizumi standing behind him, his eyes low with concern. oikawa feels a pang of hurt within his chest, his face morphing into one of hurt. oh, thats right, you left him.
DAICHI SAWAMURA — please, he's so heartbroken. he's so sad and hurt, when you were breaking up with him, he knew he couldn't change your mind, so he let you go, because he knew that was the best choice for the both of you. he stills watches over you, his protectiveness still present. he'll still watch you in class and in the hallways, his eyes never lingering off you for even a second.
"y/n—y/l/n-san," he says meekly, his eyes watching your face for any discomfort. "how are you doing?" he asks. he still attempts to talk to you, even if you crushed his heart completely. "i'm doing great, daichi-san, how about you? how is volleyball going?" his heart stings at your formality, he would do anything just to hear the way you call him by that cute nickname you gave him.
i'm hurt, i miss you, i miss you—i miss you a lot. can we get back together? "i'm doin' great, we are able to go to nationals, i'm so excited." he says with a forced grin, he hopes you don't notice the way his smile doesn't meet his eyes. "sure, let's go to the rooftop?" you say, slowly getting up from your seat. usually, you'd hold his arm as the two of you walked, but you don't. instead, you walk with a slightly behind him with much of a distance for his taste, but it's okay. he doesn't want to make it anymore awkward than it already is. he'd rather be your friend than loose you completely.
HINATA SHOUYO — he cried, he cried for days. even tsukishima felt bad for him. he was almost like a zombie, and he felt even shittier when he was so exhausted that his spikes were shit. he needed your presence, he needed you to be at his side, but you weren't there at all, you left him, you left him shattered and inconsolable. he nearly got sick with the way he was so sad, almost throwing up a few times because of how hard he cried.
"y/n," he calls out from behind you. you turn your head to look him, removing your hand from your locker. "oh, hey, shouyo," you say sheepishly, tone seemingly afraid and hesitant. you seem to know what he's already feeling. "how are you doing?" you ask, turning your body to face him.
"i.." he stammers, swallowing thickly as he tries to prevent his voice from cracking. "uhm—are you gonna be there for my game next saturday?" he asks, his eyes almost wide with the way he waits for your answer. his eyebrows furrow with sadness when you give him a bittersweet smile, "i.. maybe."
BOKUTO KOUTARO — his emotions are even worse than hinata's. he actually refuses to accept the break-up, and literally gets on his knees to beg you not to leave him. he'll literally wrap his arms around your waist, his head mushed into your belly as he cries into your embrace, mumbling apologies and love confessions. he almost loses a couple of games after the breakup because he was such an emotional wreck.
"see you later y/l/n-san." your friend says, waving a goodbye as you part ways with her. you say a goodbye as well before continuing your walk down the halls. your heart beats nervously, sometimes you see bokuto in this part of the school, but you're not surprised that you do. he pops up in front of you, almost as if he was awaiting for your arrival.
"y/n.." he whines, biting on his lower lip, his hair greatly deflated. you can only sigh at the sight in front of you. "hey, kou.." you say softly, you're not even going to try to switch to his surname or even his full first name either, that'll actually destory him and you know that.
"y/n, can we please just–", "kou," "–can we please just talk about this, i need you." he whimpers, hastily walking over to you, his hands grabbing at your elbows. "koutaro." you sternly say, your use of his first full name as him freezing in place, his lips pursing into a straight line as he tries not to cry. he's then pulling you in for a hug, his head resting in the crook of your neck and he sniffles against you, whining your name like a sweet baby. you can only rub your hand against his back comfortingly before you're pulling away from him for the last time.
AKAASHI KEIJI — he tried to handle it maturely, he really tried. he respects your decision, it'll be unfair to force you to stay in a relationship when you're unhappy. like a mature person, he's polite, so polite everyone almost forgets that you two dated. but not everyone, after all, you two dated for almost two years. he's still concerned for you, though, he still looks out for you, he always will.
"y/l/n-san, do you need help with that?" he asks, quickly coming over to your side when he sees you walking with a bunch of books in your hands. "y-yeah, please, akaashi-kun," you stutter, your arms relaxing when he takes more of the lion's share of the books from you. "thank you, they were really heavy." you joke, cheekily grinning at his help.
"no problem, just helping out." he says, looking straight ahead of him blankly. he seems to be dealing with it as well as he can, of course, he misses you, and he still resists the urge to text you late at night when he's upset. what about you though? you can't help the way you're gazing at him from behind, marveling at his pretty emerald eyes. akaashi notices, of course, but he doesn't take a plan of action to do anything about it, and neither do you. it was your decision after-all.
SAKUSA KIYOOMI — like oikawa, he acts totally unbothered. he'll brush off whenever someone sends their condolences on the breakup, either scolding them for their annoying pity, or not saying anything at all. deep inside, he's almost annoyed at the way he's so hurt. it's helpless, there's no point in being sad when he can't do anything about it. but he does, but it's over. he feels out of place, his daily structure and schedule is disrupted, and silently, he still awaits for you to call for your place back into his life.
"ah! kiyo.." you shout, trailing off when he walks right past you. it stings you greatly, but at the same time, you understand his actions. the two of you dated for nearly four years, since he was a still a young teenager. he avoids you like the plague now, not even sparing you a glance whenever he does come across you.
you won't ever deny it, even if it's a shock for your pride, you miss him. you miss him and his stupid check-ups, him and his annoying pesters of "did you wash your hands?" you thought that he would be okay with remaining as friends, and he did agree to that, but now, it's like you don't even exist to him. to him, you do, but he just refuses to interact with you, his pride hurt and crushed, as for the first time, he's disturbed.
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I need some Yandere Bokuto and Yandere Akaashi! Maybe together because of the friendship bokuto and akaashi have if thats alright (If not then do it seperate)
This would be one of the most functional pairs to have, even despite their stark and clashing personalities.
You most likely met them in highschool and it was a blast to be around them. Albeit, a bit intense at times. Bokuto was incredibly difficult to keep up with, especially if you're on the more introverted side. He wants you to attend absolutely every single game he and Akaashi are in, he's not even against you coming to practice either! Please do just that, it boosts him so much!
Even if he does get distracted by your smile sometimes but who cares! He certainly does not!
Bokuto is like a whirlwind storm - you never know when to expect him but you know that once he steps close there will be nothing but chaos. He's fun, kind. Gentle even. He tries to be, for you. He can be oblivious towards your feelings sometimes but he always has your best interests at heart.
He would never forgive himself if something happened to you.
Bokuto is needy, incredibly so. If he's not holding or kissing you 24/7 then what's even the point? You give him energy, your mere presence gives him drive and confidence like nothing else. Soon enough his presence starts to become suffocating. He is so deeply intertwined in your life, like sticky glue which you can't shake off no matter how hard you try. He managed to force his way into every possible crevice inside your life and he is always aware of what he's doing. His perfectionist nature commands him to do so.
However, if Bokuto is the powerful storm itself, Akaashi is the calm before the storm.
He lurks. Constantly.
Unfortunately (or fortunately, depends who you're asking) there are times when Bokuto can't be with you no matter how badly he wants to be. Akaashi becomes something of a second shadow of yours, constantly tailing after you, taking care of you in the most subtle yet gentle ways. He offers you water regularly, he has you wear his warm jacket on warm days and he regularly chastises you if you think of doing something stupid. He's not completely sweet to you though, his dry personality does not allow for that.
Akaashi throws all sorts of remarks your way but they're never hurtful. Bokuto is usually the victim for his quick witted jabs, but, when he says them to you they're just. Different. They're laced with affection and playfulness but his stoic face masks the true meaning behind his words. He keeps tabs on you in any way he can and Bokuto quickly catches on to this.
They don't have a proper discussion about the situation they're in. The two just come to a silent agreement that they will share you. They already know each other well and their trust cannot be shaken. Neither one is against sharing you with the other.
There are times when you are a fun trio of idiots, simply living life. You have dinner and goof off. Bokuto makes you laugh and Akaashi feeds you fresh food from the table. Bokuto has an iron clad grip on your waist while Akaashi blocks your exit. Despite the lighthearted atmosphere, there's a thick layer of tension in the air. They smile, but it's not reaching their eyes.
Could they be hiding something?
You are paranoid, you rationalize. What could these two clowns have something to hide?
Time passes, you're all still as thick as thieves. Bokuto has become a professional volleyball player and Akaashi became a manga editor. Due to his strict schedule, Bokuto can't see you as often as he'd like... Which is all day, every day. At least in highschool he had the excuse of classes but now?
He's got nothing!
That's where his good old pal Akaashi comes in.
He sends Bokuto photos daily. The duo have countless folders dedicated to you, all of which have different themes and aesthetics. Akasshi sneaks in as many as he can and you won't ever catch him in the act.
He has years of experience snapping photos of you in every way imaginable. If you ever had the misfortune of looking into his computer files, he'd go to jail for life.
Despite their hectic schedules, both of them manage to keep a tight leash on you. Bokuto is quick to make work of anyone who has any sort of romantic inkling towards you, unless Akaashi tears into them first with his sharp tongue.
Neither option is safe. If you're on the receiving end of either, you will be left in a puddle of your own tears. Perhaps even blood.
You cry and complain to them - why have all your friends left you? Was there something wrong with you? Why was no one looking at you, what sort of defect did you have?
Akaashi's shirt is soaked in your bitter tears as he has his hands on your shoulders while Bokuto sits behind you, his chest pressed straight against your back. He is doing everything he can to not pounce on you right there and then but he knows better - patience is key. Pity he lacks that quality.
Luckily for him though, Akaashi has it in spades.
And they sit there with you on the sofa, the soft pitter patter of the rain hitting the window as you sob your heart out towards your two closest friends, oblivious to all of the things that they have done. You don't know how many people Bokuto had to beat up in order to get you where you are. You don't know how many people Akaashi had to scare the living crap out of in order to have you in his arms.
Bokuto gently blows in your ear, most likely in a teasing manner. You look up and in your shaky gaze are met with Akaashi's hungry stare, his dark eyes boring so deep into your own that you feel as though he could swallow you whole. A pair of powerful arms wrap themselves around your waist, securing you in place as Bokuto places his lips on your neck. He nibbles on the soft flesh as Akaashi leans in and steals the kiss he had dreamed about all those years ago.
Finally, they have you. No one is coming for you, they made sure of it. You don't need anyone anymore. They are your world from this point onwards.
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Prank
Bokuto Kotaro x Reader
A/n : "You are annoying prank" Images are not mine. Credits to the owner. Likes, Comments and re-blogs are appreciated. Please don't steal my work. Enjoy ;) Warnings - English is my second language, tears, kisses
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Before saying yes to a commited relation, you always wondered what love looks like or feels like. Is it all pink like in movies ? Or totally unexpected like in dramas.
You couldn't stop chuckling to yourself as you whipped up some grub for your beloved boyfriend of 3 years, the bathroom rockstar.
Imagine this: a sunny summer day, Bokuto belting out tunes like he's on a world tour in the bathroom. While you made your Inari Sushi masterpiece, you stuck a cute flag in the tofu, thinking he'd devour it like a hungry legend.
Your kitchen shenanigans turned breakfast into a daily concert, and you were here for it, front-row seats and all!
Chilling on a kitchen stool, you snuggled up, scrolling through your phone and killing time. As you swiped away, you got hooked by a hilarious prank video of a couple.
Just then, the bathroom door clicked open, and Bokuto emerged, attempting an elegant pirouette, until he saw your unimpressed look from your kitchen perch.
He pulled off an epic gasp, covering his mouth with flair like a melodramatic actor and shouted, "Oh, behold the grand entrance! My precious! My drop-dead gorgeous darling baby!" With giant strides, like he's auditioning for a comedy troupe, he sauntered over on the wood floor, leaving just enough room for an over-the-top bow. You couldn't hold back your giggles.
"Wowza! Check out the size of that Inari sushi! Just what the doctor ordered! I must've won the karma lottery. Now, what else? Hmmm... Oh, I know! A good morning smooch to kickstart the day!" Ignoring any objections, he grabbed your face with his big hands and planted a juicy kiss. "As a token of my thanks, I'm whipping up some coffee, my sweetie pie!"
Late mornings are rare in your apartment due to both of yours busy schedule. But due to graciousness of your manager and Meian, you finally got some time to catch what's slipping up.
You watched his coffee-making skills, both of you sipping from cute matching mugs, and that coffee scent filled up the kitchen. He plopped your mug down, and you gave him a quick kiss. As he sat in his chair across from you, he eyeballed the yummy breakfast you'd whipped up with an eager grin.
He zeroed in on the sushi like a ravenous sushi monster, his lips dancing with excitement. Taking a huge bite, he made sure that sushi didn't stand a chance. You couldn't help but soak up his dramatic, operatic hum, followed by an award-winning moan.
It was like a foodie's Shakespearean theater! As he devoured, you remembered that prank video from earlier. You leaned in, resting your head on your left hand, grinning mischievously.
"Listen, babe, you know I adore you, right? But..." Bokuto's eyes locked onto yours, begging for more. Despite his heartstring-pulling expression, you kept going. "Maybe, just maybe, ease up on the childishness. It's starting to get a tad bit... well, you know, annoying."
His eyes got as big as saucers, and he froze mid-bite, never breaking your gaze. He blinked once, then twice, and a puzzled frown crept over his handsome face. He practically inhaled his food, trying to get words out, "You think I'm... annoying? Really?" His voice quivered, barely louder than a whisper, breaking your resolve.
Your hand reached out for his, but it was game over – tears welled up in his eyes. Panic mode activated, and you sprang up, cursing your snap judgment. "No, no, no, my bad, baby! I was just messing around! None of that was for real. I watched this dumb video of someone pranking their partner, and I thought it'd be hilarious to see your reaction…"
You pulled back and gently grabbed his chin. "Hey, look at me." You swiveled his head to lock eyes with you. "I'm so sorry, babe. I'm head over heels for you, you know that, right?" He zipped his lips for a sec, steering clear of eye contact. "You're so cruel! Why'd you do that to your lovely boyfriend? I really believed you were going to leave me..." His lip wobbled, a cute pout forming on his lips.
"Like, never ever would I want you to change! I'm all about your goofy vibes, you get me? I'm genuinely sorry, honey... Can you find it in your heart to forgive me? Cross my heart, I'll make it up to you!" Your thumb stroked his cheek, sending a silent plea.
"Okay, but swear you won't pull something like this again!" He crossed his arms and huffed. "I swear!" You nodded big time, showering his face with kisses. You started with his forehead, then both cheeks, and finally, a smooch that lingered on his pouty lips. You milked that last kiss a little longer, feeling the corners of his lips curl up. When you finally pulled away, your grin was on fleek, and your way happier boyfriend looked back at you.
"Well, now that you promised to make it up to me, can I cop some of your sushi too?" you deadpanned. Maybe this was all part of his plot to score extra breakfast, and you were totally down with it, especially when he gave you that cheeky, smug grin.
Before saying yes to a commited relation, you always wondered what love looks like or feels like. Is it all pink like in movies ? Or totally unexpected like in dramas.
Maybe this is what love looks like. A drama queen hogging your breakfast with dried fat tears on his blushed cheeks.
V-Chan's Dilly Dally
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TW: nsfw, noncon, yandere, drugging
fem reader
Yanderes who keep you higher than a kite…
You can't even find the door, much less walk over and open it even if you did.
Some yanderes do it simply for the practicality. You become so cute and sweet—harmless little bundle of dopey softness. Happy for munchables and all too pliant when he cuddles you. He could stay with you forever like that—in your matching hoodies. You’ll protest a bit, but not for long—you get too tired and then you even start to like it. Nuzzling into him when he pulls you closer, small moans leaving you like the purrs of a sleepy kitten. That’s when his hand slips down into your panties. And all you do is croon so, so, so softly. You don’t even know what you’re doing anymore, so high you’ve become pure base instincts. Rubbing your ass back against his bulge as he rubs your clit—the two of you in a cozy spoon.
Other yanderes do it more for their own sadistic enjoyment. Likes seeing you stumble around like a little kid after too many carrousel rides. Likes how easy it becomes to overpower you—all your struggles degraded into but cute play fighting. He can even laugh and feign defeat with you, falling into a complete laughing fit because all your hits are like the cute slaps of a declawed kitten. You tucker yourself out all too quickly for it to matter anyway. You just end up needing to lay yourself down. You're so cute his heart swells and stomach flutters, needing to kiss your little face. You’ll whine but have no more strength to fend him off—even as he pulls your panties off and starts playing with you down there with a grin on his face.
Some yanderes do it for both reasons.
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was rereading the final chapters to hq and i had a sort of idea…can you imagine if bokuto did a public proposal after the match!! but the catch is, the reader isnt really at that level - or even worse, didn't even know they were dating. but you wouldn't hurt his feelings in front of national television, right? he's such a sweetheart, and the crowd is chanting for you to say "yes". so you do, reluctantly.
or even if you try to whisper to him and tell him "no", he'll pretend that you said yes by scooping you into a suffocating hug, and letting the whole world believe that you're just shy about it. he'll rush to take you somewhere private afterwards, dodging any interviewers that want a word, and let you know that there's only one real answer to his question. he's going to have you as his post-match reward.
i have to admit, there is something in the manipulation (intentional or otherwise) of forcing the reader to accept a proposal under massive public scrutiny and pressure that's just a little bit sexy
it's definitely a concept i've toyed with before, it's really only work with either a yandere who's completely in control and has broken down the reader enough that they can be trusted in public, or a reader who, as you said, had no idea they were anywhere close to that stage. maybe you've gone on one or two dates, or see it as some kind of short term fling – thinking he's some hot-shot athlete and you're just the latest girl who happened to catch his attention.
regardless, under that kind of intense public scrutiny and pressure, what else can you say but yes?
and it's fine, you reassure yourself as you're swept up into a giddy embrace, kissed like your life depends on it, you can always clear things up later, away from the cameras and the fans.
it'll be fine... right?
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writing / blog rules !!
what i will write :
nsfw, aged up characters, legal ships, legal age gaps, hurt/comfort, fluff/smut, alternate universes, trans!characters, dark/taboo content— including but not limited to: noncon/dubcon, drugging, yandere, incest/stepcest, monsterfucking, aphrodisiac/sex pollen, manipulation/coercion, stalking, bully/victim, a/b/o.
what i won’t write :
gr00ming/p3dophilia, teacher/student, vomit/scat, necrophilia, death, angst/hurt no comfort, gore, cannibalism, male pregnancy.
fandoms i will write :
my hero academia, one piece, demon slayer, blue lock, attack on titan, haikyuu, tokyo revengers.
ships you will likely see :
⸝ ۟ ♡ bnha : aizawa/toshinori, kirishima/bakugou, izuku/bakugou, tomura/izuku, sero/denki, shinso/denki, shoto/bakugou, touya/natsuo, touya/tomura, touya/keigo, touya/keigo/tomura, ochako/toga.
⸝ ۟ ♡ op : zoro/sanji, ace/sanji.
⸝ ۟ ♡ kny : sanemi/giyuu, uzui/rengoku, sanemi/iguro, sanemi/iguro/mitsuri, iguro/mitsuri, tanjiro/inosuke, tanjiro/nezuko.
⸝ ۟ ♡ bllk : ..?
⸝ ۟ ♡ aot : eren/mikasa, eren/armin, eren/mikasa/armin, reiner/eren.
⸝ ۟ ♡ hq : oikawa/kageyama, iwazumi/oikawa, mattsun/oikawa/iwazumi, kageyama/hinata, sakusa/atsumu, osamu/atsumu, osamu/kita/osamu, atsumu/suna, bokuto/kenma, kenma/hinata.
⸝ ۟ ♡ tkrv : mitsuya/hakkai, kazutora/baji, kazutora/baji/chifuyu, taiju/kokonoi, ran/rindou, izana/mikey, kakucho/izana, kakucho/mikey/izana,
who can’t interact :
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yandere bokuto please please please ty 😩
YANDERE! BOKUTO KOTARO HCS!
tws: stalking, manipulation, forced intimacy, gaslighting, attention seeking behavior, self harm, suicide threats, murder, gore, kidnapping, underwear sniffing, breaking and entering, noncon/dubcon, verbal/emotional abuse, domestic violence, mind break,
Bokuto would develop these feelings extremely quickly. He wouldn’t exactly know that these feelings/urges/thoughts are wrong, either.
Bokuto absolutely hates your friends. He hates that they take so much of your time; the solution? He kills them.
When Bokuto kills for you, it’s messy. Very messy. He’s quick to clean up evidence and will always leave the body somewhere the authorities can find it- though, they’ll have to search a bit.
Despite Bokuto’s seemingly air-headed nature, he’s very knowledgeable about forensic science. He finds it very fascinating (it also comes in handy).
When you begin to lean on Bokuto, he’s over the moon. All of his hard work is paying off!
If he lets out a few suspicious words, he’ll gaslight you into thinking that you heard him wrong. He didn’t mean it that way [Name]!
If you distance yourself from him, he’ll cut himself in a few places that are noticeable and when his sleeves ‘accidentally’ ride up around you, you’ll end up taking care of him more often
Bokuto manipulates you into leaning on him more often and will re-wire your brain into thinking about him and only him.
Bokuto is the type of yandere that will wholeheartedly research things that you’re interested in so that you’ll like him more.
Bokuto will mold himself into your ideal guy- why? Because you’re everything he wants and he wants to be everything you want!
Bokuto will break into your house at night after learning to lock pick and steal a few pairs of your underwear and shirts/hoodies. He just loves your scent so much.
When you seem to be making more friends, or even doing homework more than you’re talking to him, he’ll call you saying that he’s scared and that he’s been ‘in his head’. That he’s worried he might hurt himself again and ask if he can come over for the night.
If you try to distance yourself, no worries. He’ll just kidnap you. He’ll lock you in his basement, in the portion of the wall that he’s sectioned off and soundproofed so that you’ll never leave him again.
Bokuto is kinda delusional, so he thinks that when he’s taking advantage of you and he hears a few whimpers, that you do want the treatment he’s giving you.
Don’t even think of escaping. He’ll break your legs and arms if he has to.
He’ll force kisses, hugs, cuddles, sexual intimacy, and make you say that you love him. If you don’t… god help you.
Be very cautious about what you say to him. He can go from happy to furious in the blink of an eye. You don’t want to see him angry, either.
Bokuto’s punishments are always physical. He’ll bruise you, break your bones, use your body for his pleasure, deny you food and water, the list goes on.
When you begin to submit, Bokuto will fee quite smug. His efforts are once again paying off.
When stockholm kicks in, and you finally say ‘I love you’ first, Bokuto will shower you in love.
“[Name]… I’m sorry to burden you so often… but, do you think I can come stay over for the night? I’m having those thoughts again…”
“Shut the fuck up. I’ll break your fucking jaw if you say another god damn word!”
“[Name], I love you. I love you so so so so so so so much. You love me too… don’t you?”
“God, fuck, you feel so good, baby… hah~ don’t clench down on me like that-“
#yandere headcanons#yandere x darling#yandere x reader#yandere haikyuu#personal headcanon#yandere bokuto#bokuto koutarou#hq bokuto#haikyuu bokuto#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#yandere haikyu x reader#yandere hcs#bokuto x reader#bokuto imagines#bokuto x you#bokuto x gender neutral reader#bokuto x y/n#bokuto x plus size reader#bokuto x female reader#bokuto x chubby reader#bokuto x male reader#bokuto kōtarō#bokuto kotaro x you#bokuto koutaro x reader#bokuto koutaro x y/n#bokuto koutaro x chubby reader#tw yandere#male yandere#yandere imagines
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0NE NATI0N UNDER BL00D AND H0NEY
SERIES MASTERLIST: HAIKYUU FULL-LENGTH FIC
synopsis. At an all-women's college, soldiers take siege during martial law.
aesthetics. psychological thriller, 80's/90's japan. haikyuu!! soldiers vs. female students, martial law, hostages, war-torn society, dark academia, stockholm syndrome, military AU, tragedy, loss, angst
warnings. EXTREMELY DARK CONTENT // 20+ // minors + under-20s DO NOT INTERACT please // NONCON // GRAPHIC CONTENT // PHYSICAL VIOLENCE // nsfw, abuse, twisted and toxic relationships, stockholm syndrome
pairing. various haikyuu boys x multiple f! characters
authors note. this is my attempt to bring more full-length fics to this fandom and to explore more depth with original female characters instead of x readers. one-shot x readers … i’m tired
auth. note 2. links go to ao3 because i’m not putting myself through the hell of posting a full fic on this site
status: ongoing
CHAPTER LIST ━━ ━━ ━━ ━━ ━━ ━━ ━━
01 ━━ WIND BEFORE THE STORM: AKAASHI, BOKUTO
02 ━━ WE'LL SAVE YOU: MATSUKAWA, IWAIZUMI
03 ━━ CALL US LUCKY: IWAIZUMI, MATSUKAWA, AKAASHI, DAICHI, MEIAN, ENNOSHITA
04 ━━ CAN'T SAVE YOU NOW: ENNOSHITA, OSAMU, KAGEYAMA, IWAIZUMI
05 ━━ NOWHERE TO CALL HOME: IWAIZUMI, OIKAWA, AKAASHI, DAICHI, AONE
06 ━━ SO MUCH INNOCENCE: ENNOSHITA, MATSUKAWA, BOKUTO, TANAKA, AKAASHI, ATSUMU
07 ━━ NIGHT HAS COME: BOKUTO, AKAASHI, TANAKA, ATSUMU, MEIAN, MATSUKAWA, OIKAWA
08 ━━ tbd
09 ━━ tbd
10 ━━
11 ━━
#haikyuu#hq#haikyuu longfic#haikyuu x oc#hq x reader#iwaizumi hajime#matsukawa issei#daichi sawamura#oikawa tooru#tanaka ryuunosuke#osamu miya#hq smut#akaashi keiji#bokuto koutarou#meian shuugo#ennoshita chikara#miya atsumu#tw noncon#yandere haikyuu
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“Here, Here, Little Piggy”
-INSTALLMENT TWO-
MINORS DNI 18+
wc: 5.5k
this fic contains dark content
𓂅synopsis: you should really be more careful walking home alone, big bad wolves are known to prowl the area at night.
𓂅cw warnings -> fem bodied reader but no pronouns used, monster fucking - werewolf, fear play, stuckage, dub con, size kink, breeding, biting, chasing, animal death, description of gore, mentions of blood, one use of the nickname “puppy”
𓂅cast: Kōtarō Bokuto as Werwolf
a/n: wow so yes it is March, and yes I’m finally going to continue posting my kinktober pieces LMFAOOO - the ideas were too golden to abandon now that I’m back from my hiatus on this blog! I put way too much work into the prep to completely abandon it 😭 so anyways, just enjoy some smut for bo and lemme know if you guys are down for me to finish off my kinktober works! Ty all and love ya <3 and of course - this fic contains dark content so read at your own discretion
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Staggered goodbyes echoed from the welcoming warmth of your friends home up into the brisk night air and were lost somewhere up in the heights of the towering trees surrounding the whole property. The slam and click of their heavy, wooden front door cut the boisterous sounds off abruptly and left you with an eery remnant of the friendly banter until there was only silence.
You’d hadn’t meant to stay so late studying with your classmate, Maya, and you wouldn’t have either if their mom wasn’t so adamant on making small talk with you.
Originally, the pair of you were supposed to meet up at the dining hall on campus and find a nook to work together there - but an unexpected sewage build up, in addition to a sewage spill in one of the nearby bathrooms in the building - put a pause on those plans. If the caution tape that was dramatically taped across all entrances wasn’t telling you your study date was canceled, the smell sure was. But your peer had a better idea.
“It’s only about a 45 minute walk out from here! And we really need to get this work done. I promise my ma won’t mind, she’s super chill and really likes meeting people I know actually.”
Christ, that’s nearly an hour.
If you weren’t so desperate to finish this project off, you would’ve said no and suggested just meeting early in the morning and seeing if it was open by then. But considering neither of your dorms were an option (thanks to inconsiderate roommates both of you had the displeasure of knowing), and the library was always too packed to properly focus, “ma’s house” it was.
Maya’s mom was actually super sweet like she said, even bringing you some snacks & water halfway through on a literal silver platter. You shouldn’t have been surprised by the theatrics of it all though, their house felt like a hidden away manor. For only being a 45 minute walk, it felt like a world away from your bustling college campus.
The stretch up to the home was cutoff from the rest of the city with a thickly wooded area, the majority of it spent on the dirt driveway up to the home. You weren’t sure how far the woods stretched, but you knew it had to be expansive enough for coyotes to feel welcome considering the stories Maya shared with you on the walk there.
“Oh my god, I actually really like it at night when sometimes you can hear them howling. It sounds super scary but really…” the excitement in Maya’s voice faded out as you slowly shifted your focus to the forest’s edge on your right.
You could only see about maybe 30 ft in until the trees became too dense to register what was beyond them, and that was in the dimming daylight. But the blue-greenish hue coming down from the sky didn’t help either, making the colors of the woods muddle together until it was a mess of fog and figures.
It was … off putting. Beautiful, but certainly not inviting. How many coyotes were waiting in there now, watching you two walk, and you not even being able to see them.
You must be psyching yourself out and making your brain imagine things, because at the exact moment you had that thought you swore you saw a flash of something move far back within the trees. The muscles in your legs tensed as a flash of nervous sweat rang out from your body.
Sudden laughter from ahead of you snapped you out of your nightmare-ish daydreams and back to your conversation with Maya, you didn’t realize how far she had gotten.
“Ah sorry, am I freaking you out? I’ll stop talking about it!” She had her lips pursed and her eyebrows raised, a little more than nervous that she was ruining the first time she got to actually hang out with you outside of class.
You shook your head and jogged to catch back up with her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and giving her a warm smile.
“No, no, you’re all good. I’m just not used to being in such a cool place like this. I mean, it’s definitely a little creepy, but it’s just because I’m used to the city more. Keep talking, I like your stories.”
The rest of the time there you spent it studying, and listening to more of her horror- er, interesting, stories, for a good majority of it. Which was all good and fine, until now.
You were left standing in the dark outside of her home, and the trees all around you felt bigger, taller somehow. Ma offered you a ride home but you stupidly denied, saying you wouldn’t want to give them any troubles. It took a lot of going back n forth before she caved, saying you better send Maya a text once you got home safe.
But now that you were out here on your own, you regretted your decision. However your pride got the best of you and you decided that it’d be more embarrassing to go back inside and say you’ve changed your mind after all the hassle you went through to walk back by yourself.
Why did you feel so obligated to put yourself in bad situations to make sure others wouldn’t be inconvenienced by you?
Shaking the thought and reminding yourself you weren’t in a bad situation, at least yet, you turned and began your trek home.
It wasn’t very late. Taking a peek at your phone before shoving it back into the pocket of your coat you read that it was only half past seven; yet it was dark and cold enough to convince you it could’ve been midnight.
You blew puffs out in front of your face and smiled at how noticeable the cloud of breath was, deciding you’d focus on that rather than peer into the pitch black around you. Thankfully, the moon tonight was bright enough to illuminate your path and even a bit of the forest floor on either side of you.
There was only a single streetlight placed alongside the trail a few feet from their home, and it didn’t do it’s job very well, a dim orange glow emitting from it only lit a small diameter around it. At least tonight the moon was picking up its slack, covering the rest of the trail for you as it peeked through the trees overhead.
It was almost comforting, how big the full moon was as you peered up at it. It felt like a friend escorting you on your walk back, staring down at you from its spot in the sky. The bright light changed the whole mood of the walk from dark & foreboding to serene & soothing.
But maybe you should focus on the uneven trail in front of you instead, because before you knew it you went tumbling forward onto the dirt as your shoe caught onto something in the ground, undoubtedly a tree root.
You yelped as you landed on your side, your backpack knocking some on the wind out of you, and your cheek sore from the scrape of the ground. If only it wasn’t so cold out, your hands would’ve been out of their pockets to catch your fall.
“Fuck.” You groaned and pulled out a warm hand to press to the side of your face, hissing at the sting from the contact.
Groaning, loudly, you sat up and onto the ground, it was so cold you could feel the damp chill through your jeans. Tiny specks of red started to appear on the blue denim against your knees, not at all surprising to you with the way they burned, before you sighed and pushed yourself back up onto your feet; you made sure to leave your hands out of your pockets this time.
Adjusting your bag, you took a few steps forward and did your best to ignore the dull ache from the friction of your jeans against your bloody knees.
So much for a serene walk home.
Reminding yourself to keep your eyes ahead of you, making note of any dips or bumps, you looked at your phone once more to check the time.
7:36
You sighed and did the mental math, determining you should be home no later than 8:30 (if you were taking your bum knees into account).
If you were lucky, your roommate might be already asleep. They tended to head in early most nights. It was nice considering that meant your interactions were kept to a bare minimum thanks to your late night study habits. Maybe you should slow down even a little more, just to be sure they-
Snap!
Your head twisted to turn in the direction of the sound. It came from across the dirt road, surprisingly wide, in the blackness of the trees on the other side. All coherent thoughts vanished from your mind, a mantra of run run run run clouding your head instead.
You swallowed thickly and tried to calm your breathing, and your heart beat, as you reminded yourself that you’re surrounded by woods. That twig snapping could be anything.
A fallen small branch, a deer, small rodents, the wind, other various non threatening forest life. It doesn’t have to be a coyote… did coyotes even approach humans?
No, surely they didn’t. You’re a human, the worlds like, “top predator” or whatever.
Reminding yourself that you’re the thing forest animals are scared of, as silly as it felt considering your were one more noise away from wetting yourself and breaking into a sprint, you continued forward - a little more aware of the sounds around you.
Maybe you should put in your headphones? No, it’d only make you paranoid considering you wouldn’t be able to hear if someone, or something, was coming up behind you.
Snap!
You didn’t look towards the noise right away this time, instead your kept your face forward.
The noise came from your left this time, maybe 20 feet deep into the woods. 20 feet too close.
Snap!
It was definitely closer this time.
Should you run? No. What if it wants a chase? Were bears all the way out here? No, definitely not… right? Cause if they were-
Snap!
Any apprehension you had to running was flung out the window as you sprinted forward, jumping over any bulges in the ground and ignoring the steady thump of pain into your lower back from your bag.
You made the decision to not look back, figuring if something was getting close you’d hear it anyways. But really, you just don’t think your heart could take glancing back to be met with a whole ass wild animal chasing you down.
Why the fuck didn’t you have any bear spray on you? Oh that’s right, cause you go to college in the city and you never thought-
Your self scolding was cut short at the rapid sounds of soft pads of feet approaching and branches snapping coming up from your left side.
Holy shit.
“Help! Please!” You don’t know who you were calling out to, considering you still had a ways to go until you were out of the thick woods, and you were definitely too far from Maya’s house to be heard.
You almost puked at the idea of your friend walking out of her moms home to find your mauled and mutilated body.
The running was getting closer, you were tempted to look to your left to try to catch a glimpse of what could be chasing you; But before you could, a second figure emerged from the tree line to your right and disappeared behind you - a harsh wince and yelp echoing in the darkness.
You turned in time to see two figures barrel into the darkness, the noises coming from them - snarling, snapping, growling, wincing, crunching - they all made your stomach turn and bile sit at the back of your throat.
Your steps faltered a little as you came to a small stop - was that a fucking man?
Was that a person that went tumbling with the other mysterious animal? You didn’t care enough to wonder any longer and turned back around to continue running forward, your chest heaving and nostrils burning from the cold night air.
Thump
You heard the sound before you processed what you saw in front of you. Something was flung and landed in your path just a few feet ahead of you. Steam seemed to be coming from the mound.
Warily, you took a couple steps closer until you came to an abrupt halt, it’s a coyote - or rather was. It’s been ripped open; tattered bits of fur are surrounding the open… wound, the moonlight reflecting off the puddle of blood filling up around the corpse effectively confirming it wouldn’t be jumping to life anytime soon.
A world of mixed feelings washed over you: fear, relief, nausea, confusion - but none of them compelled you to move forward, to run home. You were frozen, terrified at the sudden realization that whatever did this was left for you to meet. Was it the thing chasing you earlier, or was that the coyote? Did it - or maybe he - save you? No, it was probably fighting off it’s competition for it’s next meal - you.
The sound of breathing behind you brought you back to the present. You were left with no choice.
With shaky legs and a queasy stomach, you turned to look up at what could’ve ripped that animal apart in a matter of seconds, to be met with… a man? You can’t fully tell in the dark, but whatever it is sets your nerves on edge and your body rigid with terror.
The figure that was towering over you, easily about 7 ft tall, was almost human. Big, broad shoulders rested on top of a pair of thick biceps, and you followed them all the way down to big, no massive, hands. Seemingly normal, minus his height, but something was off.
There were.. claws? Nails wouldn’t describe the silhouette with justice, they definitely looked like claws. You didn’t fail to notice the suspicious liquid, thick and heavy, dripping from the tips of its claws and onto the ground with an audible drip, either. And there was maybe some.. no definitely some hair, although it looks more like light patches fur, across what you’d assume are his- it’s- forearms.
The torso was one of a regular man, an absolutely ripped one, but a man nonetheless. You stopped bringing your gaze down when you saw the light hit a deep, defined v-line and a patch of happy trail that seemed to keep going, afraid of what you’d see if you kept looking down. But when you brought your eyes up, you weren’t put at any ease.
You locked eyes with a pair of bright golden ones, bright enough you didn’t need the help of the moon to see them peeking through tufts of silver hair. The moon did however illuminate the glistening deep red covering the bottom half of his face.
A hand came up to wipe his mouth with the back of it until his face was mostly clean, before he offered you a… smile? You weren’t sure if it was meant to be a comforting smile, or a threatening display of baring his teeth - because that’s all you could focus on. A prominent pair of sharp, white incisors - as well as an even longer pair of canines - sitting behind his lips.
Nothing was said between either of you, just those bright eyes boring into yours for what felt like an eternity, before you decided it was now or never.
Slipping a strap of your backpack off of you as quickly as you could manage, you swung it off your other arm in the direction of that thing with as much force as you could muster before turning to sprint back down the path.
But you didn’t make it far, barely even half a step, a grip on the back of your coat stopping your feet from carrying you any farther.
“Where are you going?” A voice, slightly soft and sounding genuinely curious, comes from behind you.
….. Did he just talk to me?
You were yanked back against his chest with little to no effort from him, and hit a surprisingly softer surface than you were imagining (not that you were imagining what his chest felt like) and warmth - enough warmth for you to feel the heat emitting from him through your puffy jacket.
Your body shuddered at the feeling of him bending down to your height behind you, his warmth surrounding you know, and his hair tickling your cheeks. He nosed at your jaw and neck, his breath also tickling you slightly as he took shallow breaths in.
Was he smelling you?
You whimpered quietly in surprise, and a bit of fear, when your head was yanked back suddenly, your neck now more exposed for him to explore. His tongue slipped past his lips to leave an experimental lick across your pulse, the breeze catching the wet patch and sending more chills down your body.
“Let me go.” You sounded firmer, more sure than you thought you would. But he must’ve read through your feigned confidence, because his grip didn’t loosen one bit, and instead he asked you,
“Why?”
You blinked, surprised your throat wasn’t ripped out as a response instead. Regardless, what the fuck were you supposed to say to that? It’s not as if you were prepared for a conversation, but what does he mean why?
“Because… I said so. And I… I have class in the morning.” You kept your stare up and jutted your chin out, hoping to god you looked unfazed while your mind ran through all possible options of what the hell could be going on right now.
“If I let you go, do you really think you could run from me?” He almost sounded genuine, like he wondered himself if you’d be able to get away from him, as if the answer wasn’t obvious.
You felt like you stopped breathing at his question, because you knew it was really more of a proposition. And his loosening grip only further proved your assumption.
“Go ahead, see how far you can get. I’ll even give you head start. Besides, I liked how you smelt when you were scared.” He made sure to bring his face closer to your neck as he spoke his last sentence before letting you go completely, smiling to himself as you stumbled forward. You didn’t even realize how close he had been holding you.
You jumped to your feet and turned to look at him one last time, a bright toothy smile on his face, before sprinting forward and around the tattered coyote with all your might.
It was almost embarrassing, how hard you were pushing yourself to run. Did you actually think you’d be able to get away from him, whatever he was? It didn’t matter how hard you tried to shake the negative thoughts out of your head - you felt hopeless and you’d barely even started. But the weight jostling in your coat pocket reminded you not all options were lost - your phone.
Pulling your phone out as you continued to run, you held it above your head in hopes of having some bars and - yes, you do! Just one, but one should be-
A tree root, another tree root.
You, and your phone, go flying forward for the second time tonight - but unfortunately not together.
It plays out like a scene out of a movie, you’re laying there on your chest with your hand reaching out as you watch your phone bounce and slide under a fallen log to the side of the dirt path. And when you stretch your head up to look, it’s nothing but overgrown wild berry bushes - bounds of thorns and thistles everywhere in your sight - and your phone was beneath it all.
Shuffling over as quickly as possible, you can barely see the glint of your phone screen in the darkness of the night, and it’s more than an arms length away.
That phone is your saving grace, you have no choice. You won’t be able to reach and crawl through the overgrown sticker bushes, but lucky enough there’s a small dip in the ground beneath the log - just enough for a person to slip through if they really had to.
Slipping your coat off, needing to have as much space as possible to get between the log and the ground, you tossed it across the path to the other side of trees. Maybe he’ll smell your scent and go the other way?
Don’t worry about it, just hurry the fuck up!
You drop to the ground swiftly, hoping and praying to yourself that the sounds of the small twigs snapping beneath your knees weren’t loud enough to call for that man- no, that things attention. Laying onto your stomach, you attempt to scramble underneath the fallen log to reach your phone, but it was a tighter squeeze than you had anticipated. You sucked in a deep breath and held back your winces as you did your best to ignore the pine needles scraping and stabbing into your skin, and stretched your arm until the tendons and muscles began to burn until you realized this was a fruitless venture. And now you’ve just wasted precious time.
Hoping this went unseen and that the damp forest floor beneath your body muffled all noises of your shimmying, you pushed back on your palms to make a hasty escape - but you didn’t budge.
Surely you were starting to get splinters from how hard you started to push your palms into the ground, but you weren’t moving. You took deep breaths and tried to stay calm, but it’s been too long. He’s definitely catching up by now. It’s not like you made it far either.
Pushing one more time, you moved just a tad, but the searing pain that ran across your lower back from the harsh bark of the log scratching you suddenly made you holler - which you definitely shouldn’t have done.
“What are you doing?” A familiar voice chuckled from behind you.
It didn’t take but 5 seconds for tears start to spill from your eyes and down your face, surprisingly the first time you’ve cried so far tonight.
You ball your fists up when you hear him stepping closer to you until he’s standing right next to your legs, he has to be judging by how warm you’re already getting.
A warm hand comes out to lift the bottom of your shirt up, your scratch stinging more as the cold wind whips across it.
“Oh, you should’ve been-“
“Please don’t kill me! Please just let me go - I won’t tell anyone what the hell happened! Or - or what I saw! Th-thank you for saving me from, the um-“
He was surprised, and confused, as you started to ramble, in front of him. It’s not like he was listening all the way anyways, he was far too focused on how compromising your position was.
“Just please don’t kill me, please…” You sniffled and let your forehead rest against the dirt, chest constricting at the thought of how helpless you are like this. You couldn’t even fight back if you wanted to.
“What makes you think I’m gonna kill you? You think that’s what I’ve been planning on doing to you?” A pair of strong hands pull your ass up by your hips slightly, and run along your inner thighs soothingly as they press them apart.
Your eyes go wide at the realization of what he’s implying, yet your stomach flips at the idea, too. You’re silent as you feel him maneuver around behind you…
It’s a much better option than dying, right?
“No- I- just, just let me go!” You do your best to squirm and tell him you don’t want his cock buried deep in you, but your body wants other things.
And you hate the way the thought doesn’t actually despise you immediately, instead a dull throb from your cunt responds to his desires, and he knows it, too. You gasp when he suddenly has his face buried between your thighs and against your jeans, inhaling your scent deeply.
“Oh, you smell better like this.”
It’s not fair - it’s not your fault that he’s not… ugly. And you can’t deny that the thought of how big he is, especially compared to you, doesn’t turn you on at least a little. It’s easier to make yourself think you want this - that’s what you’re telling yourself, that it’s probably just easier to… convince yourself the idea isn’t completely off putting.
I mean, he’s probably huge, so you’ll need to be properly prepared and soaked to take him anyways. You can be sure of that judging by his height alone, and just the sheer body mass of him. Not to mention how thick and broad he was when you first laid your eyes on him…
“Whadya thinkin about, baby? You’re really working yourself up, I’m not even touching you.” He laughs softly and your body goes hot at his words.
You get even more pissed at yourself at the way your body continuously reacts to him, but you aren’t given any more time to yell at yourself when your jeans are quite literally ripped off your lower half.
God, you’re so small and helpless beneath him, and he knows you love it just as much as he does - he can tell you do. He can smell how exciting this is for you, as if the way you’re practically dripping wasn’t telling enough.
He knew he wanted you the moment he saw you walking with your little friend earlier, knew he needed you. Not only that, knew he needed to breed you, make you his. He sat and waited, followed you on your way back and thought about how he should do it. He didn’t want to scare you - well, he thought he didn’t. But then that other animal started to stalk you, and your fear wafted off you in such potent waves, and you smelled so good, he couldn’t stop his dick from twitching as he watched you run.
But you were his to fuck, to play with, maybe even to keep; so he’d be damned if you got hurt.
The thought alone makes anger rise in his chest, but the sight of your damp panties brings him back down to earth and remind him of the goal at hand - to fuck you till all you can think about his how bad you need him to fill you up.
Bokuto growls behind you before dipping his head down to lick against the wet patch on your underwear. He groans at the faint taste of you and sits up to discard you of them completely, surprisingly slowly, and whines when he sees the strings of arousal connect and break from your needy cunt to your long and forgotten underwear.
He grabs onto your thighs with enough force for the tips of his claws to just slightly break the skin, but any discomfort is disregarded when he buries his face in your heat and messily shoves his tongue between your lips.
His tongue is hot and wet, and his eager movements to scoop up as much of you as he can taste makes your toes curl and your eyes clench shut in surprise.
Fuck, this feels really good.
He pulls back and pants, spitting down onto your ass and watches his saliva drip down onto your clenching hole.
“Fuck, already so needy for me to fill you up, huh?” His voice is raspy, and you no longer care how odd or humiliating this all is, how weak you are - you want him so bad.
But all you can do is whimper in response when he bites down onto the fatty part of your ass, surely leaving a mark, before going back to licking long, languid stripes against your cunt. Your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel him move to start sucking on your clit with a need you’ve never felt any man please you with before.
Your thighs want to squeeze together but they can’t with the unmatchable strength he has, keeping you open and spread for him to do as he pleases to you. His constant sucking and licking on your clit suddenly becomes too much as you feel your orgasm coming close, your stomach clenching and thighs shaking.
“Ahh! Fuck!”
You scream when it hits, he’s relentless and doesn’t stop once throughout until your squirming bad enough to catch his attention, who’s unapologetically pussy drunk. He only stops and pulls away, giving you a break, cause he needs more.
He wants to taste you more, give you more, but he can’t with you stuck like this.
He sits up and wrenches the log off your body, a sigh of momentary bliss leaving your lips, before he pulls you out from where you were by your waist with his other arm.
Your vision isn’t clear from this perspective, you think you’re dangling upside down, slung over his shoulder, but before you know it he has you flipped back around and standing on your own two feet in front of him - and fuck were you right, he is big.
Bringing your gaze up, now eye level with his chest, you crane your head up to look at his face with wide eyes.
“C’mere.” You’re lifted up by the back of your thighs until your calves dangle at the sides of his waist with his arms resting under the bend of your leg, warm hands gripping your sides.
Instinctively, you reach up to wrap your arms around his neck, pressing chest to chest, irrationally scared that he (yes, the same man who previously tossed a log off your body like it was a twig) might drop you.
But all focus is lost on that thought when you feel the fat head of his cock - the girth of which you don’t even want to imagine right now - slide between your sticky lips, nudging against your swollen clit.
A whimper falls from his lips as he starts to poke and prod against your entrance, his head slowly pushing in and you can already feel the stretch of him. A small dose of fear mixed with an overwhelming amount of anticipation runs through your body. You can’t tell whether it’s your own lust clouded mind or some power he might have over you - but you need him now, greater than your apprehension for his size.
“Need you, need you now. Gotta fill my puppy up.” He huffs down at you and you can’t help but flutter a little around the tiny bit of him that’s made it’s way into you at the use of the nickname.
You nod against his chest and wiggle in his grasp, hoping he gets the idea that right now, that’s all you want, too.
He does his best to slowly sink you down onto him, but fuck the feeling is unbearable - you’re so warm and soft around his cock, and he can’t help but think about how it’s the perfect pussy for him to breed.
Biting down onto your shoulder, he sits you onto the rest of his cock, your cunt squelching and dripping onto his thighs and heavy balls. You yelp a little from the pain of it all; his sharp teeth sinking into your shoulder far enough to leave a scar, with the vague feeling of a small trickle of something warm dripping down your back, and the burn from the way you’re stretching around him. But the first time he lifts you off to slam back into you, all you can think about is how bad you need to come around his cock.
Your head leans back and your jaw goes slack, his pelvis - dawning a furry patch of pussy soaked coarse hair - rubbing against your clit with each roll of his hips. It’s like he’s hitting every spot inside of you at the same time, too, repeatedly brushing against the one that has you drooling and whining: “please, please, please!”
He leans his head down to speak into your ear, panting heavily with each smack of skin, “Yeah? Wanna make you feel good before I fill this dirty pussy up.“
Giving an unexpected tender kiss to your neck, he growls before picking up his pace - thrusting in and out of you hard enough to have your head rocking back and forth.
Fuck, you were so close.
Reaching a shaky hand down, trusting his strength to keep you up, you rub weak but rapid circles onto your clit. Thankfully, not much more effort needed to be exerted from you for you to reach your climax.
Bokuto presses kisses into your mouth, open in a silent scream, as you squeeze around his cock and twitch in his arms.
Leaving a gentle kick across your lips, he groans and whines before his thrusts still - your own orgasm enough to nearly make him pass out from the sensation - as he shoots his hot seed into you. He has so much, the inside of you not nearly enough for it all, as it spurts out onto the sides of his thick cock.
You’re not sure how long he held you in his arms like this, swearing you were going in and out of consciousness by the end, but eventually you feel him pull himself out of you that leaves you with an emptiness you couldn’t begin to describe.
But rather than being set down, you’re still held in his arms. The warmth from him is overwhelmingly soothing now, lulling you to sleep as your exhaustion starts to take over you. There’s only vague murmurs of something sounding like “keeping you safe”, or “keeping you home”; but right now that’s the last thing you care to think about as his hands rub up and down your back.
That’s something for tomorrow you to worry about, just like tomorrow you will worry about where your backpack with all that hard work went. However, you have a feeling deep in your gut that your missing bag will be the last of your worries in the morning.
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PART 1
Yandere!MSBY 4 x Kageyama Twin!Reader Side couple: Komori Motoya x Reader
Warnings: Yandere behavior, possessive and obsessive behavior. Manga spoilers. Takes place during the Nationals and post timeskip. Minors don't interact!!! I made the reader 176 cm tall here, btw.
Part 2:
"Woohooo! Nice kill,Suna-san!" (Y/n) cheered along with the crowd, trying to be as loud as possible. Due to her busy schedule with Uni, she didn't have a lot of free time to watch Raijin's games in real life, so when she did have those opportunities, she used them to the fullest. Suna and Komori, hearing her familiar voice, turned and sent her a grin, along with Watari, who just waved at her. 'Amazing... They already won the 1st set, and only 5 more points are needed to finish this one!' (Y/n) blushed in excitement as she kept watching her boyfriend's team, not noticing four pairs of eyes watching her every move.
Hinata was having a great day, he really was. He woke up feeling refreshed, went to train with the rest of the MSBY, and later on they drove to Shizuoka City for their match against one of their long time rival team.Everything was ok for the professional player, until he saw the youngest Kageyama walking down the hallway of the gymnasium.Now, Hinata did like and enjoy (Y/n)'s company, he has been in love with her since before they entered Karasuno. And the moment he saw her, he wanted to run up to the taller woman and hug her, confess the feelings he never had the chance to.
But what made him stop was nobody other than Komori run up to her, kissing her cheek as soon as he reached her side.Hinata would have found the display of affection cute, if it wasn't for the fact that it was between (Y/n) and that libero. The rage and bitterness was slowly taking over his body as he watched the unsuspecting couple.
The orange haired man was aware of them dating. Heck it all went down in their final year at Karasuno, and magazines in Japan and even some in Brasil were fawning over how cute they were, once they found this out.No matter what Hinata did, he couldn't escape it, and the sadness he felt over time became something dark. Something twisted...something nobody would dare to call love...well except for him and 3 of his other teammates.
He will forever remember the rage and betrayal he felt when he found out about them.
Hinata remembered the day he met (Y/n) very clearly. It was the day he made a long term frenemy with her brother. He remembered how kind and sweet she was to him when he promised Tobio he would defeat him on court. Hinata was flabbergasted when he found out the tall beauty was not only the king's twin, but also went to the same high school as he did. Ever since he joined the club as the middle blocker, and (Y/n) as their manager, he went above and beyond to prove how good he was. Which pissed her brother off at times, since Hinata would jump at random moments and not watch where the ball would fly. (Y/n) would of course try and calm them both down, so that they can focus back on either training or on a match.
It was during the Nationals in their 1st year that Hinata felt threatened. Sure, he did see other boys from their school and other schools try to approach (Y/n), but their advances were either ignored, or Tobio would shoo them away with a glare. But this time was different, not only did Tobio greet the newcomer so openly, but (Y/n) also was more talkative than she usually was with strangers. That day, Hinata came across the boy who would cause him so much pain and anguish for years to come.
"Hinata, maybe you should slow down with the food? Nobody will steal it from you, and your stomach will hurt." (Y/n) warned the shorter boy, who kept showing the onigiri into his mouth.
"I am really hungry and nervous! I can't help it! This match against Nekoma that is coming up is making me nervous." Hinata whined. (Y/n) smiled softly at the boy and patted his head, causing Hinata to smile at the affection he was receiving.
"You worry too much. Tobio, you and the rest of the team prepared for so long, there is no way you will lose. Believe in yourself a little more." (Y/n) said softly, shortly after returning back to her own food.
Hinata sighed, blushing brightly as he looked at (Y/n), who was concentrating on the Fukurodani match.
'So pretty...'
"Stop doing that." Kageyama commented as he pinched Hinata's cheek, to which the shorter cried out in pain.
"What was that for?!"
"You know exactly, Boke!"
"Bakayama not making sense, like always!"
"Keep it down you two! Everyone is looking!" (Y/n) shushed them, returning back to the match as the two boys sent each other side glances.
"Ahh Kageyama, I knew that was your voice I heard!" Komori said as he approached the trio.
"Yeah sorry, he can be an idiot at times." Tobio commented, pointing at Hinata.
"Hey!"
(Y/n) looked up at the brown aired boy, taken aback by his cute appearance.
"Oh! I am Komori Motoya, libero from the Itachiyama Institute!" The boy said cheerfully to Hinata and (Y/n).
"Komori-san was in the same youth camp like me." Tobio added as (Y/n) nodded her head.
"A libero? And you were at the youth camp, you must be among the best ones in the country then!" (Y/n) spoke up, Komori sending her a grin.
"Well I wouldn't say that, but I try my best. You are Kageyama's twin, (Y/n)? We heard about you from him."
"We?"
"Yeah, my cousin Sakusa, he is our ace, was with us during the camp."
"Oh I see... Wait, Sakusa Kiyoomi, the no 1 ace in the country?!"
Hinata watched with an empty look in his eyes as the duo chatted. This was the first time he witnessed (Y/n) be so open with a stranger, and that Tobio didn't say a word or even glare a the older boy.
Slowly but surely, he came to realize that a rival finally arrived, and it was in the form of this boy, who not even Tobio can dislike.
"You seem to really like this Komori guy." Hinata comments bitterly as Tobio shrugged his shoulders.
"Komori-san is a good guy. He is fine, in my opinion."
The basically direct approval made Hinata nervous, hoping that nothing big or important will come out of this small talk.
In his final Nationals game, Hinata felt on top of the world. They made it to the Nationals for a 3rd time and placed 3rd in the match. The orange haired boy felt like he could move a mountain.
"Hinata you were amazing as always! I am so proud of you 4!"
The said boy grinned brightly as he felt (Y/n)'s arms wrap around him.
"We wouldn't be here without your help, you know." Hinata spoke softly, hugging back, drowning in the scent (Y/n) carried.
'Now is my time...' The boy gulped, letting go of the girl. Over the years she got even more beautiful to him, and he wasn't sure how to speak for a moment.
"Hey uh...(Y/n)..."
"Yes?" She asked.
"You know how we are graduating all in a few months and...well I wanted to say... that...I am-"
Just as Hinata was about to confess, Tobio's voice interrupted him.
"(Y/n), Komori-san is here." Kageyama said boredly from behind Hinata. Quickly looking up, (Y/n) grinned as she saw the older boy approaching them.
"Sorry Hinata, just a second." She said and left the boy's side.
In horror, orange haired boy watched as (Y/n) jumped into the libero's arms, kissing him on the cheek.
"Woah! Well that's one way to be greeted." Komori joked as Hinata, along with Tsukishima and Yamaguchi watched their exchange.
"The two are dating?" The tallest of the three wondered, turning to look at Kageyama.
"Yeah, since summer or so."
"Since summer?!"
While the three were talking, Hinata kept silent, watching as the girl he loved, heck even worshiped was laughing in another guy's arms. His heart broke on that day, but his sanity was in for a long ride.
Since then, Hinata tried, he really did, to get over his feelings for the younger twin. He made sure to work on his volleyball skill, left for Brasil to learn and became a better player. And he thought he got over her, he thought he could be happy for his friend. It was selfish for him to think she dated Komori to hurt his feelings, since he was never clear with them. But, he just couldn't, (Y/n) was the one he loved, wanted and needed. And during his flight back to Japan, he made a promise to himself. He will do anything in his power to get his (Y/n) back. Hinata was more than willing to share with his other 3 teammates, they loved her equally and would keep her safe.
Hinata clenched his fists as he watched Komori and (Y/n) kiss, and Suna tease them both.
'(Y/n)...it should have been me who you said that to...Not HIM!'
Now Bokuto wasn't a smart person when it came to love. His intelligence when it came to studying was average, his game sense was top notch, his social skills were on par with Hinata and Atsumu, but love... that wasn't smth on his plan.
Well, or so he thought till his 3rd year at Fukurodani. Not only did he meet the Karasuno team, people he considered today as close friends or rivals on court, but also her.
(Y/n) was pretty shy back then, and stayed mostly around her brother, Kiyoko, Hinata or Tsukishima, basically anyone from her team... well, she was pretty close to Kenma, but that's besides the point.
In short, Bokuto saw her as a potentially good friend at the time, and he would try to get a few conversations out of her, ignoring the other Kageyama's glares at times.
And the few conversations he had with her were nice, great even. Not only was she nice, but her game and strategy senses were beyond what he would expect from a high school manager. And the more time passed, the more he grew interested. His heart would beat faster, his breath grew shallower and his hands shaking when he felt her watch his games during the Nationals. It was this way even during the qualifications, because he knew she would be watching this game on her TV, she was making Karasuno's strategies, and it was only normal for her to watch the possible rivals. Later on, his sister told him what he felt was love and gave him some advices on how to handle his emotions and confess.
Bokuto listened carefully, and over the years tried to come up with the perfect confession strategy. And just when he built up the needed courage,it all crashed when he saw the haunting scene playing out in front of him.
It all happened during Karasuno's last game at the Nationals, when they placed 3rd with Yamaguchi as their captain. Bokuto was impressed with his skills and how much he grew from the 1st year, as well as the other four. He would grin whenever (Y/n) would yell some encouraging words or warnings at the boys. He loved seeing how well she took care of the younger ones in the team, watching as she calmed some down over the loss. The rest, were more than happy with the results of their hard work.
As everyone was leaving or going to congratulate the players, Bokuto gripped onto the flowers he got for (Y/n). He decided to be nonchalant in his approach, after all, they weren't strangers to each other.
But the college student stopped in his tracks as he watched (Y/n), the girl of his dreams, run into the arms of the familiar Itachiyama libero.
In horror, Bokuto saw how she kissed him on the cheek, saw the love he held for her and overall, the strong relationship they shared.
Bokuto wasn't stupid, he knew what was going on, but he couldn't help his thoughts.
'What is going on?'
Slowly, he turned around and left.
Throwing the flowers into the garbage, he walked home. Ignoring his sister's questioning, Bokuto went into his room and finally let all the tears,he held back fall.
That night, something inside of Bokuto switched, the thought of (Y/n) being with someone caused anger and resentment in his heart. Every time Bokuto saw anything remotely about the couple in the magazines, he would rip those pages apart.
Hurt, anger, envy and his love for the younger girl clouding his mind.
And now,with a successful career as a athlete, with all the money, fame and fans, Bokuto felt like the helpless and heartbroken boy all those years ago as he watched Komori run up to (Y/n) after the last point was made.
Bokuto held his tears back, keeping a neutral as possible way as he watched the (h/c) woman kiss the man.
'Why him? Of all men, why did it have to be him?' Bokuto clenched his fists, opting to follow Meian as he solemnly told them to go and change, clearly upset with the loss of the game.
Atsumu wouldn't consider himself as a jealous person. Competitive? He sure was. With his twin, which was their thing since forever, with rival players during Junior High, and with his newest addition being Kageyama Tobio.
But now, now he for sure can say the gnawing feeling in his chest, and it took everything in him to not go where Komori and (Y/n) were standing, take her in his arms and show the brown haired man who she belonged to. Who could treat her right. And that was him, Atsumu Miya. One of Japan's top athletes.
It was during the time he was supposed to serve. Before that, everyone witnessed the ace of Karasuno being booed by Inarizaki's crowd, causing him to mess up and losing the point.
(Y/n) didn't initially say anything, seeing as the crowd from Karasuno and Kiyoko kept quiet, and she only heard Ukai and Takeda comment about the ordeal.
'They do that to EVERY team?! How is that fair? And Asahi-san looks genuinely upset over this too...' (Y/n) thought, sending a thumbs up at the ace, hoping he won't beat himself up over this.
The girl kept quiet tho, she didn't know how to even respond to this, and her shyness held her back from standing out from the crowd.
But what broke the camel's back, was when it was the Atsumu's turn to serve.
She watched in confusion as he held his fist up, and the whole crowd from Inarizaki grew quiet.
"They shut up?" (Y/n) questioned, catching Ukai's attention.
"Yeah, I heard of this anomaly from them. They will boo the opponents, but will be quiet as a mouse when it's their team's turn. Something about them needing to concentrate." Ukai explained, causing rage to grow in the girl as she watched the setter score a point.
The same was about to repeat itself, but (Y/n) wasn't going to let that happen. They all, especially the boys worked too hard to get here, and she won't let foul play stop their journey at the 2nd match.
Taking a deep breath, and with adrenaline pumping high, (Y/n) got up from her seat, causing Kiyoko to look up in surprise.
"(Y/n)-"
"WHAT SORT OF FAVORITISM IS THIS?!"
Kiyoko jumped up, just like Takeda, to calm the girl down, but Ukai stopped them both from doing so.
Karasuno looked at their usually quiet manager in shock, never seeing her raise her voice before or glare.
Tobio looked at his twin, then at Inarizaki, being on the lookout if something happens.
Atsumu stopped in his tracks, sending a dirty look towards the girl as she interrupted him.
"(Y/n), calm down-"
"I will not calm down! Otherwise they will treat you guys this way for the rest of the game!" The younger interrupted Daichi, glaring at the referees.
"This can't be called fairness in any way! They are booing our players and causing them to mess up! Who can possibly concentrate when all the cheers are drowned out by them?! Inarizaki is not in any shape of form above us on this court for you to let this slide!"
Taking a deep breath, (Y/n) turned to look at her team, face red, but the same angry look in her eyes was present, scaring the team a little.
"And you guys better get it together! I know we are all nervous, but you all trained for too long to let some cowards run this show! You played against Ushijima of all people, so get it together! You can do just as good against Mustard hair and Co!Please, Karasuno has your back... right?" (Y/n) finished, sounding a little softer as she turned to look at the cheer squad.
Ukai looked af his friends, who quickly got out of their shocked state, and nodded their heads fast.
"OF COURE! WE ALL GOT YOUR BACKS!"
"DON'T LET THEM FASE YOU GUYS! WE KNOW YOU CAN DO IT!!"
(Y/n) smiled thankfully at the two men, then looked back at the court, sending a thumbs up and nervous smile at her team.
"You got this. Show them what Karasuno is made of."
Daichi's shocked expression softened and he nodded his head, turning back to his teammates.
"Alright. Let's do this,swift!"
"Sure thing, Daichi-san!"
"Oi Boke, stop making googly eyes at my sister and focus on the game." Tobio commented, causing the orange haired boy to look away from the flustered twin, and glare at the setter.
"Shut! I wasn't! Let's finish this and move on to the next game!"
"Are you doing alright? Your face is quite red." Sugawara asked, giving the girl a unused water bottle. (Y/n) took it and nodded her head, the realization of what just happened finally hit her.
"Y-yeah... I don't know what came over me to be honest."
"Well whatever it was, it sure helped us. The boys seem more determinated now." Ukai commented with a satisfied smile as the game resumed, with Karasuno's cheer squad now louder than ever.
"Good job, (Y/n)! But now let's sit down and watch the game." Kiyoko said, guiding the girl to the bench.
"Yes! This will all end well, I trust them to win." (Y/n) cheered smiling as she watched Tanaka score a point.
The whole time, as she cheered and assisted Kiyoko during breaks, Atsumu kept glaring at her.
'Stupid squealing pig, not only did I mess up my serve, but now Karasuno won't stop cheering when we serve...'
Atsumu took a sip from his water bottle, and looked over at Osamu and Suna, who were chit-chating quietly.
"What are you two planning now?" Kita questioned.
"You know... Karasuno's manager had a point."
"Which is?" Omimi asked, Aran already knowing what this might be about.
"Tsumu's hair looks like mustard. Not even the good quality one at that."
"SAMU YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" Atsumu yelled as the third years tried to stop the fight.
"What is going on over there?" (Y/n) rose an eyebrow as she handed Hinata his water bottle.
"Who know..."
The game ended with Karasuno taking the win, everyone cheered loudly in happiness and relief. The game was tiring for everyone, and seeing it end was sweet for some and saddening for the others.
"What?" Tobio grumbled as he noticed Atsumu glaring at him, clearly disappointed with the outcome.
"Ya know, I honestly underestimated you, scrub. Thought you were some goody-two shoes, but you are up for dirty tactics."
"What is he even talking about?" Hinata questioned, confused with the whole interaction.
"Doesn't matter, but Shoyo-kun." The orange haired boy looked up at the loud blonde.
"One day, I will be the one setting for you, but until then, I will defeat you at the Interhigh and make sure to outdo you in your own tricks."
Atsumu was about to turn around and leave, only for Hinata's question to stop him.
"How is he going to do that, when (Y/n) came up with those?"
"Hm? Who?" Atsumu questioned, causing the two boys to look at him.
"(Y/n), she is our manager and mostly works with the two of us-"
"Tobio! Hinata! You two were amazing!"
Hinata's explaining got interrupted by the said girl cheering and jumping to hug them both, causing them nearly to fall over.
Atsumu looked at the scene in front of him, glaring harder as he noticed it was the same girl who yelled at him during his serve.
"I am so proud of you two! That was amazing, especially the final point!"
(Y/n) cheered as she let go of the two. Hinata blushed a little from all the praise, but kept his cool. Tobio, seeing how silent Atsumu was, turned to look at him.
"Is there something else you wanted?"
Atsumu snorted and shook his head. The other two looked at him now as well, wondering what he wanted to say.
"No. Just mark my words, during the next match, I will make sure you regret for underestimating my team."
Atsumu pointed at (Y/n), before he eventually turned around and left.
"He is weird..."
(Y/n) said, holding Hinata back, who tried to attack Atsumu over pointing at her.
"Weird, yes. But an awfully good player."
Her twin said back.
A year later, at the Nationals the story was a little different. Atsumu kept on grinning as he watched the defeated Karasuno team packing. He felt elated, nearly satisfied with showing Tobio and Shoyo who the better setter, the better team was.
But his satisfaction wasn't to the fullest without seeing the loud mouthed manager crying.
"Atsumu, where are you going?" Ginjima asked as he watched the captain walk towards the exit door.
"I need to use the bathroom." He simply answered.
"More like going off to see if the Karasuno manager from last year is upset." Osamu commented as Suna snickers.
"Still holding a grudge? You are pretty childish, Atsumu."
"Shut up! You won't understand!"
The trio watched the blonde walk off, a little concerned over the younger girl.
"Atsumu seems... a little obsessed with her, don't you think?"
Ginjima wondered, looking over at Osamu.
"More like seeing her upset above anything. He just won't shut up."
'Where is that squealing nonsense-'
"Yeah, the game was quite tense and really everyone was playing well...No, we are leaving tomorrow, Ukai-sensei said we will have dinner tonight and leave tomorrow during noon. Yeah, we asked to watch Nekoma's match before leaving." Atsumu grinned as he heard the girl talk behind the corner.
He waited behind the wall, hoping to hear her cry or whimper during the phone call.
"Hmm? Our opponents were from Inarizaki tonight, man they came a lot stronger this year. Guess the loss last year hurt their ego a little." (Y/n) chuckled.
'Why...why is she joking and not crying?!'
"Huh? I am a little bit upset, but nothing major. In volleyball you win or lose, and that's fine. Besides, I was pretty impressed with how well the Inarizaki team played this year, it was nice seeing them not relay on their cheer squad..."
Atsumu had about enough at that point, ready to make his presence clear and yell at her.
"Their twins tho...they were quite something. Yeah, the gray haired Miya had some nice strikes, and as much as that blonde one annoys me, I have to admit he is a good player. I can see why he is one of the best setters in the nation."
Atsumu stopped in his tracks and looked at the girl in shock, face slowly turning red from her words. Well, more like how she was saying it, with absolutely no malice or envy. Just pure honesty.
"Yeah I will tell Tobio that, see ya tomorrow!"
The blonde shook his head as (Y/n) walked back to the court, but stopped when she noticed Atsumu standing in front of her.
"Did you need something?" The girl wondered. When she didn't get an answer, she shrugged her shoulders, walking off to her destination,only to be interrupted by Atsumu.
"You aren't upset? On the verge of crying? Your team lost."
"Hmmm... I am upset, but not to that extent. Besides, volleyball is meant to be enjoyed, at leat to me. You take this too seriously, and it doesn't seem healthy for you. There is more to the game, ya know!" (Y/n) said, looking at the older in boredom for one last time, before going back to her previous attempts to get back to her team.
Atsumu watched her silently as his face grew warmer and warmer. The indifference when she talked about the loss was disappointing, but also... refreshing?
He was used to seeing his opponents pissed, distraught or straight up crying, this was something new. Something he was willing to change.
Atsumu wanted to see her...break, be distraught and look at him in awe while crying.
He liked that thought, but for now he will have to work harder for that to happen.
Atsumu smirked and took his phone out, looking at some of the pictures he made Suna find for him.
'Just like that Goody-two shoes of her brother...absolutely no social media or posts. Well, better for me. At least I know that no unknown guys can see her.'
Atsumu wasn't jealous in the past, but now... ever since Suna told him (Y/n) was dating Komori, jealousy was his closest friend. He waited, hoped that the libero would slip up eventually, look at a woman long enough for paparazzi to see, but nothing. The man was fully loyal and devoted to (Y/n), and the she to him. It pissed him off, but also made him fawn over how cute she is by playing the loyal girlfriend.
'I will find a way to break you two up. No relationship is perfect and then... then she will be all mine. As it should have been a long time ago.'
Sakusa wasn't much of a people person, well for loud people like Atsumu and Bokuto maybe, but he did have his fair share of friends, his cousin Komori being one of them.
Love wasn't something he was looking for, nor was he interested in it much. He had volleyball and his studies, and that was enough for him.
Well, until his 2nd year at the Nationals.
He heard of (Y/n) from her brother at the youth camp, thanks to Komori's shenanigans.
Back then he didn't know that the same exact girl would cause him so many sleepless nights and resentment for someone.
Sakusa thought over the past as he glared at his cousinp, who was chatting away with with Suna over God knows what.
'He should be with (Y/n)...protect her and make sure she doesn't get sick. What kind of a boyfriend is he?'
Sakusa's stone cold eyes then turned to gaze at (Y/n), who was talking with a woman he came to know as her older sister. Probably decided to accompany her, he guessed.
His first impression of Tobio wasn't much, a very skilled player who seemed to mostly mind his business. Nothing unusual or special. He wanted to know just one thing, and that was how a no name school like Karasuno, won against Ushijima.
But he could sadly not get a word of interest out of the raven haired boy, only that Ushijima was on top of his game that day, and so was Karasuno.
Komori, being a little uncomfortable with the situation his cousin caused, jumped in and defused the situation.
Sakusa honestly would have gladly stayed away from the setter after, but Komori wasn't having the same idea.
So now he was forced to eat lunch with Komori, Tobio and Chigaya, a middle blocker from Shinzen.
While him and Tobio stayed quiet for the most part, Chigaya and Komori kept on talking about anything that came to their minds.
"Kageyama, you have been a lot on your phone. A secret lover or something?" Komori teased, causing the said boy to quickly look up from his device.
"Huh? I didn't know you were dating." Chigaya commented, surprised by Komori's words, meanwhile Sakusa kept quiet as he ate his lunch.
"No...this is just my sister texting me. She usually does that when going home alone."
"Ah (Y/n)? How is she doing? I am surprised they didn't invite her as a manager."
Chigaya commented, remembering the younger twin from the Tokyo training camp.
"Sister?" Komori wondered as Sakusa looked over at the two.
"Yeah, she is my younger twin and one of Karasuno's managers. I need to call her, sorry." Tobio quickly got up from his seat and went to the hallway.
"I didn't take Kageyama to have a twin, he seems kind of a loner." Komori commented.
"Really? Didn't look like that back with Karasuno. But yeah, she is also really nice, helped out our manager as often as she could. But is pretty quiet." Chigaya said, recalling the memory of the girl.
"So pretty much a copy of Kageyama, except the nice part." Sakusa suddenly said, surprising the libero and middle blocker.
"Well... I guess. The two are both passionate about volleyball, I can say that. While he is more involved in the play on court, (Y/n) manages the tactics and tricks to confuse the other players. As far as I can remember,she came up with some of the tactics used on the court with Shiratorizawa."
That part caught Sakusa's attention, thinking that maybe he is finally on the right track on figuring out what made Karasuno so resilient against the elite school.
'I will have to watch some of their other matches...seems like there was a miracle force from outside, working for them.'
Sakusa thought, watching Kageyama approach their table.
"Ahh...I made a mistake of calling Kageyama over..." Komori commented as he watches his cousin glare at the said setter.
With all the teams arriving at Tokyo's Metropolitan Gymnasium,he did expect Kageyama to show up sooner or later, but not when Sakusa was already in a foul mood.
"Tobio, we need to go. Daichi-san will get upset if we make them wait for too long."
A girl's voice was heard from behind the libero, and he turned around to look at a fairly tall girl, clad in Karasuno's black tracksuit.
Komori blushed a little, finding the girl quite cute, not noticing
"Huh? Oh yeah, sorry (Y/n)." Tobio sounded, turning to look at his sister, who looked nervous with Komori's and now Sakusa's staring as well.
"Well anyways, good luck with your games today."
Tobio said his goodbye and followed his sister to where the rest of Karasuno were.
Sakusa kept looking at (Y/n) retreating figure, his heart beating a little faster than usually.
'So that's the person behind all of those tricks...' The black haired boy thought, then turning his attention to Komori.
The boy, to Sakusa's surprise and disdain, kept on looking at (Y/n)'s figure with a red face.
"What's with that look?"The ace grumbled.
"Kiyoomi...she is beautiful."
'She sure is...' Sakusa thought as he shrugged his shoulders, not liking the way his libero cousin talked about her.
'I need to know more about her!'
And a sure lot he did find out thanks to some of his connections with Fukurodani and Nekoma. The more he found out about her, the more some type of weird and unhealthy love grew in his heart.
Sakusa would do his best to attend as many games Karasuno had after the Nationals. Watchin (Y/n) grow from a shy girl who barely spoke, unless spoken to, into a girl not afraid to speak her mind when needed. While he was displeased with all the boys giving her attention, especially the orange haired boy, he will deal with it soon enough.
Sakusa had already a whole plan set, first he would get to know her, become friends, and he will slowly start isolating her from everyone. Then she will be his, and his only. But one thing he didn't take into account, was her getting close to Komori during the Nationals in their 3rd year, exchanging phone numbers when he wasn't paying attention. And with them both seeing each other less, he was less aware of the little meetings they would have, where Komori would either travel to Miyagi,or (Y/n) to Tokyo.
It was during the last match Karasuno had with his former school. They became a lot stronger, and placed 3rd this year. And while everyone was cheering for the players, Sakusa was watching (Y/n) congratulate her friends and calming the two younger managers down.
It was cute, she reminded him lot of a mother.
'How may kids could we have...maybe 5? That sounds like a good number, she will be so cute carrying my kids.' Sakusa sighed.
Komori looked over at his cousin, and with a heavy heart finally spoke up.
"You like (Y/n), don't you?"
The black haired college student jumped up at the statement and looked at his cousin, not saying a single word.
"Thought so..." Komori grumbled as Sakusa rolled his eyes.
"And if I am? What does it mean to you?"
There was a pregnant pause, and Sakusa stared at his cousin, who was clenching his fists,before he slowly looked up. And the look in Komori's eyes said everything he needed to know.
"Motoya-"
"(Y/n)...she and I have been going out for the past 6 months. And I am serious about her, I want to spend the rest of my life with this girl."
Sakusa felt his world shatter as he listened to Komori's words. His sweet, beautiful (Y/n)... going out with a germ like Komori?! He saw red, but kept his calm.
Komori got up as the people slowly walked away from the area, nobody paying much attention to them.
"With this, I am not asking for your forgiveness or anything, just... Have some respect and move on. One day, you will find someone who will love you...but (Y/n) is mine, got it?"
Sakusa clenched his fists as he finally spoke up.
"Why...why (Y/n)? You couldn't have picked anyone else?"
"I didn't realize your feelings for her till a month or two ago. The way you would bring her up from time to time and... the look you had on your face when she would show up for a second on the TV..." Komori sighed and looked down at (Y/n) again, his glare turning into a soft smile.
"I can understand why you like her, who wouldn't, but it has to stop. I want to bring her over to meet aunt and uncle one day. She is my dream girl."
Komori finished his speech and walked down the stairs to where (Y/n) was.
Sakusa, heartbroken and enraged watched as (Y/n) jumped into the Itachiyama alumni's arms, kissing him on the cheek.
Punching the seat in front of him, the black haired boy got up and walked into the closest washroom.
Since that day, Sakusa was just counting the days a slip up or a crack in the relationship would show, but nothing of those sorts happened. Eventually, Komori introduced (Y/n) to his and Sakusa's parents, the day that happened was his darkest one. She looked so angelic and... ethereal really, Sakusa wanted to yell how much he loved her and how much he deserved to be with her, but he needed to keep his calm. He needed to earn (Y/n)'s trust, because one day something might come up, and he will be there to hold her.
'Motoya...' Sakusa growled as all four glared at his form leading (Y/n) away from them.
"What's so special about your cousin,Omi? What could he possibly have that I don't?" Atsumu growled as they waited for their team to change.
Sakusa shrugged his shoulders, not having an answer either. There was nothing special about Motoya! Sure, he was a professional athlete, but so was he! A even better and more recognized one, so how (Y/n) could pick his annoying cousin was beyond him.
Bokuto kept quiet, the sight of (Y/n) and the libero kissing just killed his already bad mood, and now he just wanted to sit somewhere and cry.
"We need to do something!" Hinata spoke up, all the pent up jealousy, anger and lovesickness, that he built up over the years was killing him.
"And what would that be?" Sakusa wondered.
"Anything! Listen, there is no say if Komori will propose to (Y/n), all those gossip magazines and be himself keep hinting to it! We need to make him loom bad in (Y/n)'s eyes or else..."
Hinata shuddered at the thought of the love of his life marrying someone else.
Atsumu got up from the bench, smirking as an idea finally hit him.
"And I have the perfect plan. Omi, you and your cousin will have a nice long night out." Atsumu giggled as Sakusa looked at the setter in worry, but at this point he'd do anything to break those two up.
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⍣ ೋ Running
˚ · . bokuto x afab!reader
: ̗̀➛ bokuto is a huge baby + lover boy, takes place during the timeskip (like he's 22-24), just a bunch of fluff, kinda angsty wtf, non descriptive sexual details, mentions of a non-descriptive illness, mentions of pregnancy + birth, ermmm mentions of going to the bathroom 😭, this was kinda shit lmaoso
run, running all the time.
it's one of his favorite activities, enjoying the way the breeze feels against his bare skin.
he likes to run at various times a day, usually in the morning or at night to release some steam or to prepare himself for the day.
during these various long runs of his, he would think about various things.
bokuto was always one to fall in love easily.
he fell in love, quickly, and harshly with every single person he ever dated. his mind would always be plagued with thoughts of "this one could be the one," no matter how early in the relationship he might be with them.
he never learned his lesson about falling in love easily, always ending up heartbroken after being dumped for being "too clingy."
eventually, after his third relationship, be began to see himself as the issue, before just giving up on dating all together to focus more on himself and volleyball.
he thought that he'd maybe end up marrying a volleyball or something, destined to be alone for the rest of his life. that thought scared him intensely. like an actual owl, he longed for a lifelong partner, he couldn't see himself living alone as an old man in the future.
just the imagine of him sitting alone at an empty dinner table eating barbecue alone made him want to cry.
boy, did he feel so relieved to meet you during the end of his second year.
just like all of his previous girlfriends, he fell in love quickly, practically head over heels in love with you. but, for some reason, it just felt so.. different with you.
he couldn't quite to put his finger on it, all he knew was that you stuck out like a sore thumb, the atmosphere with you a stark contrast compared to his previous partners.
it was around the third month mark (the usual time his partners dumped him) was when he totally expected you to break up with him, and was actually mentally preparing for it. but, much to his surprise, the third month came and went, and his relationship with you grew and stayed.
while you didn't know why, but he was so overjoyed just at that, the next few months following he was 10x more clingy and happy, just so over the moon that you stayed with him. him, he's the one you chose, out of all the people. he would think that on repeat during his morning runs, just urging him to work harder to impress you, to make you proud.
he didn't even notice it, but eventually a year passed, he was too enamored with you to notice the time passing. he almost grew sad at that, only soothing when you allowed him to cuddle you. "i just want to stay with you forever," he would confess during his sad realizations, not ready for these precious times to fly by.
his burly arms would trap you against him, afraid of letting go. "don't worry, i'm not going anywhere, but i might if you don't let me breathe." you would tease, hand patting his forearm in hopes of him releasing his mighty grip around you. of course, why would you leave him? there's not a single bad flaw about him, not a particular reason for anyone to hate him.
but to bokuto, there just might be many.
fat tears run down his cheeks, nostrils leaking mucus onto the cold ground below him while he grovels at your feet. he's frantic, hysterical almost. he almost lost an important match, and yet he's apologizing to you for some reason.
he's so sorry that he's fallen, embarrassed at the way a silly mistake could've costed him his team, his school, and somehow you. he feels like he's failed his coach, team, school, just everyone. you look down at him bewildered, while he's shown you all of his many emotions, you've never seen him cry like this before, especially before you at your feet.
you're quick to get onto your knees, hands rubbing softly against his broad back. you smile softly at him, wondering where all of these silly thoughts came from. "you're so silly, kou. i'm not going anywhere, i promise," you whisper, placing a much needed kiss against the shell of his ear.
it's during moments like those, does he really just love you for simply existing. it's when you somehow hold his heavy body against your much smaller one, when you treat him so lovingly, is when he knows that you're the only one for him.
he wants the soft moments like those to last forever. he wants to feel the soft blooming feeling of your lips pressing against his skin, like the sun beaming it's warmth on him during a warm sunny day.
he hopes you don't let him fall out of love, though, he doesn't see himself falling out of love with you anytime soon.
he's running, running as fast as he can at the end of his morning run towards his home, towards the home he now shares with his beloved fiancé, you. just seeing his and your name on the house's name plate as his chest bubbling up with excitement.
he almost trips over his own feet while fumbling with the laces of his running shoes before he's impatiently running over to the master-bedroom, eyes gleaming at the sight of his own personal sleeping beauty. "good morning y/n-chan!" he practically yells, climbing onto the bed with haste, not wasting a second to kiss your still sleepy face.
there's dried drool on your chin, lips cracked and dry, hair untamed and messy, and yet he still considers you the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. he holds you close to him, still sweaty, but you don't fight it. he's warm, a nice perk of him being a physical large male athlete.
"hey, are you 'gunna join me on my run later?" he asks impatiently. he loves running with you, even though you have to have plenty of breaks, and considerably slow him down but he still loves your presence and enjoys one-sided races with you. "another one..? you were just on a run weren't ya?" you mumble out, face mushed against his broad chest.
"it's important to stay active, y/n-chan. please! you haven't gone with me for awhile!" he whines, one of his hands coming up to move your hair from your face, unintentionally revealing the leftover love bruises from the previous night on your neck. he thinks back to the night with amusement, remembering happily as he spent it at your whim, practically worshipping you like a goddess at the feel him deep within you.
you scoff teasingly at his dramatics, "i went with you on one like, a few days ago. sigh, gee, i guess i'll go today." he gleaming with that, placing excited kisses all over your face before kissing your chapped lip's happily. you can only grin into the kiss, eyebrow arching with surprise when the kiss is quickly deepened.
later that night, as he planned and begged, you join him on his run. you're much inexperienced compared to his years of running, but he doesn't seem to care, or even notice, as he's encouraging you and praising you when you somehow make it to his breaks.
he looks at you, sweaty and almost about to pass out, with a prideful smirk, thinking to himself how lucky he is to get such a talented women to choose him as your lover.
towards the end of the run, your legs are wobbly as you struggle to keep up with him. he notices, albeit not knowing it's because your mentally and physically struggling to keep up, so he takes your hand within his, fingers squeezing encouragingly around yours.
while the two of you are running, he turns back to look at you with that bright smile of his. "keep holding my hand, so we don't get separated!"
years pass, much against bokuto's will. however, he copes well with it when you soon fall pregnant with him for the first time. when you first told him, he was absolutely beaming, jumping around like a small child and boasting to everyone within ear shot about how he's going to be a father to your child.
however, that excitement soon fades when you come down with a sudden illness towards the end of your pregnancy. he doesn't remember what illness it exactly is, nor does he really want to search it up and look at it's possible grim details. all he knows that for the last few months of your pregnancy, was that he was a total wreck.
you were completely bed ridden, so sick you couldn't even walk on your own feet. he didn't mind accompanying you to the toilet, happily volunteering to carry you and sit on the bath's ledge while you peed just in case. hell, he'll wipe your ass if he has to, if it's for you.
while you slept, all he would do was sit at the bedside, waiting for the minute you woke up. he did nothing in particular then except pray, wishing for you to get better quickly.
he just wants you to be the one he needs, be the one he trusts most. you're his source of determination, happiness and just everything good in life. he doesn't want you to stop inspiring him, he wants you to encourage him and lead him on for the rest of his life.
when you gave birth, it was all but calm. it was entirely chaotic, it left him trembling and almost crying at the way you gave up multiple times due to the excruciating amount of pain you were in.
the day beforehand, he took a much needed run while you were sleeping. yet, during the entire time, what usually was a calming stress reliever for him, almost had him stopping not even halfway into it. he was purged with concerned thoughts, all of which were about your wellbeing. he constantly checked his phone to see if you had texted or called him, only continuing when he saw that you hadn't.
sometimes it's hard to keep on running. the two of you worked so hard to keep it going. he didn't know if he would be able to continue happily with life if something bad happened to you. when he returned to your bedside, still in deep sleep, he couldn't help but shed a tear. his hand cradled your own within his, praying silently, don't make me want to give up.
he really hoped the two of you would make it. eventually after a long 36 hour labor, did you finally give birth to your babygirl. she was somehow healthy and full-term, just everything he had hoped for.
following the birth, your own health had improved as well, and while it took awhile, you were eventually joining him on his morning runs as well.
he looked back at you while running, still taking your still fragile health in mind. his hand holding yours, encouraging you to continue, holding your hand so the two of you wouldn't get separated.
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Jealousy [ Koutarou Bokuto x Reader ]
Pairings: Koutarou Bokuto, GN Reader
Description: You've been coming home late and someone wants to know why.
TW: 18+ content, language, interrogation(?), handcuffs, posessiveness, sub reader, dom bo, pet names, oh no hyzin's writing at midnight again we're fucked
Word Count: 532
It was never your fault- there was nothing you could've done. He was just jealous. Just jealous. You had to keep repeating it over and over in your head.
Every night you visited he investigated you. "Why are you so late, Y/n...?" He'd ask with anxious puppy eyes.
You were in college, worked on the daily, etc. He knew that. So why would he ask every damn time?
"Bokuto," you sighed once again. "My hours changed, remember?"
And every time he'd change from sweet to angry. "Probably with your other boyfriend too. I know I'm not your favorite anymore..." He always gazed down to his feet before looking back up at you with a glare.
Another sigh. "I don't know what you're going on about, you're the only one, Darling."
But this time was different. Usually he'd just shrug it off and become happy again. Instead, his glare became lustful in the matter of a moment.
With one hand draped over the couch and the other moving to his lap, the man places his offer before you. "Then prove it."
"Bo, I'm tired-"
And there goes your vision. It was meer seconds before you were on your back. The same eyes fixed themselves on yours, his every thought laid out in the open.
"I'm tired too, Babe." He smirked, knowing full well he'd be getting into you tonight. "But I just..." The back of his hand gently rested against your cheek, the sensation sending tingles up your spine. "...I can't hold myself back. You need to know who you belong to..."
At this point there isn't anything left to process- you want him. No, you need him. His hands running down your sides, wandering under your shirt- it gave you no room to breathe. "W-Who do I belong to...?"
Lips come crashing down on your own, the intensity raising the heat in your pants by the second. It takes nothing for him to pin your hips down before you can gain friction.
"Don't f-fucking tease.. me like this-" You mumble between breaths.
"What do you.. want me to do, hm?"
"Fuck me. Just- just fuck me already..."
His hips grind against yours for a moment, savoring your every reaction. "Should I..." He stops for a moment, completely drawing himself away. His figure vanishes in the hallway, leaving you questioning what the hell he's doing.
The loss of contact makes you groan in annoyance. "If you're joking, Bo, I swear to-" Before you can say another word, you notice what he has in his hands and go completely silent.
"Stay there, I don't want you running away again..."
He'd never used anything but himself, but handcuffs were a change. Not a bad thing, though- how will it plan out?
Shiny metal connects with your skin as he towers over you. He'd ripped every layer of clothing off of you, drinking in the sight.
But you were enjoying this, too. Abs glistening in the moonlight, hair a disaster, not to mention he had complete control over your small figure.
With one hand on your hip, the other guides your cuffed hands to rest above your head on the cushion.
"You'd better get ready."
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hey babes! can i request a yandere bokuto from haikyuu for the aftercare therapy with a fem reader.! glad to see you’re back! 💓
ᴀɴ: ʜᴇʏ ʙᴀʙᴇꜱ! ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ! ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ <33 ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ʙᴏᴋᴜᴛᴏ ɪꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴜɴ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ! ɢʟᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ!
ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ʀᴇꜱᴛʀᴀɪɴᴛ, ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀᴄᴀʀᴇ (ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ), ᴡʜɪᴘ/ʙᴇʟᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ, ʀᴇꜱᴛʀᴀɪɴᴛ (ᴛᴏᴏʟ ʀᴇꜱᴛʀᴀɪɴᴛ) ᴄᴀʀᴇ
You shuddered, trembling as Bokuto towered over you, your hands still locked in the handcuffs chained to the bed. His wide toothy grin beams down at you as small beads of sweat dotted his forehead. He was breathing heavily as you came down from your high.
“Hey, hey hey... you doing okay?” he said lowly, pulling his cocky from your leaking messy hole, his hands holding your thighs apart as you squirmed trying to push them back together.
You whined looking up at him as tears puddled around your cheeks, dripping down your pretty face. His thumb swiped away the salty droplets as his hand cupped your face. “Shhh, shh that’s okay” he said, moving his hands letting your thighs close as he held your cheek. “It’s okay,” he cooed softly, his damp hair falling over his face.
You watched as his muscled body reached over you, unchaining the handcuffs from the headboard, his chiseled chest just above you before he took your hands into his, his large rough hands holding yours. He kissed the knuckles of your hands, eyes watching you. “See that wasn’t too bad yeah?” he said with a slight chuckle, pressing a kiss to your palms. “You did so good,”
His voice was reassuring, like the roughness he just put you through didn’t just happen. His large towering body reached down, scooping your limp frame into his muscled arms, holding you close to his chest. He sat against the headboard, holding you close, not letting you move even if you wanted to.
“So shaky baby, calm down, I’m all finished for now.” he joked, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You couldn’t deny the notion, the knowledge of safety you had when you were around Bokuto. You knew that he would never hurt you so bad you needed medical attention, and you also knew he’d never let anyone else hurt you. It was a nice little bit, especially since of what you’d been through.
“I love you so much puppy” he said sweetly, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he squeezed you tightly. You closed your eyes, relaxing in his hold as your head laid against his bicep.
“I love you so, so, so much”
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TW: yandere, toxic traits including benevolent sexism
fem reader
Thinking about a benevolently sexist boyfriend...
A handy and helpful boyfriend who’s just a pinch condescending about it. He fixes your kitchen sink with a lazy grin—tools and blacked hands—asking smugly, “How would you ever survive without me?” And even though it’s a bit belittling, it’s just silly enough that you find it charming—smiling as you wrap both your arms around him while receiving his kisses. A sweet “Thank you~” on your lips as he lifts you up to sit on the kitchen counter as easily as lifting a toy.
A hero-complex boyfriend who lives for those times you need him and gets unreasonably annoyed with you those times you do things on your own. All but yelling at you, “Your door fell off its hinges? You fixed it? You could have hurt yourself! Why didn’t you call me!? Next time, don’t be so reckless.”
It’s not as charming… But can you blame him? He's just a real traditional boyfriend who wants to do all those romantic gentlemanly tasks—pick you up from work and take you out to eat and buy you jewelry, and all he ever expects you to do in return is put out—give him a blowjob here and there and a little strip-tease before letting him fuck your brains out. All you got to worry your pretty little head about is making sure all your sweet nothings are reserved for him.
He just wants that fairy-tale experience and expects you to play your role—quit your job when you move in with him—be his stay-at-home wife. He’s going to put a kid in your belly soon, after all—it’s only right you get accustomed to taking care of the house before then.
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no laughing matter.
pairing bokuto koutarou x gn reader
word count 3,297
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WARNINGS dark/ yandere bokuto, mentions of (consensual) sex throughout, implied dubcon/noncon at the end, but there’s nothing explicit.
MINORS, AGELESS & BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ ONLY.
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You look so gorgeous today, even if you look like you could use another hour or two of sleep. Your hair's a little messy, but Bokuto just wants to weave his fingers through and ruffle the strands a little more. Your eyes look a tad swollen — as if you've been crying and haven't slept properly — and he wants to kiss away your tears; he wants to hold you close and lull you to sleep whilst whispering sweet nothings in your ear, keeping you nice and warm in his embrace, where nothing can ever harm you.
The afternoon sun casts a golden glow over you, highlighting the way you shuffle and twiddle around with your fingers, looking ever so dainty and fragile in front of him — like you're nervous, like you're about to do something you shouldn't — and Bokuto can't keep his eyes off of you. He can't tear his gaze away from the way your lips curl and sway as you speak to him, as you call his name in that angelic lilt of yours, as you tell him you love him—
“Bokuto, are you even listening?”
He doesn't want to listen to you. On any other day, your words are gospel to him; he'd listen to you for hours on end as if you were telling him the secrets of the universe, as if all the answers to life's most important questions were hidden behind your chapped lips, and he's the only person blessed enough to hear a snippet of your sweet voice.
Today, however, he's perfectly content with just staring at you, losing himself in the way you shine, the way you squirm.
He doesn't want to listen to you. Not when you keep calling him Bokuto. Not when you're trying to break up with him.
"I'm sorry, baby, you just look so pretty right now," he chuckles, light and airy to dispel your discomfort, but you grit your teeth in annoyance.
You have no right being annoyed when you're out here breaking his heart. Do the other people in this café know what you're doing here? Can they see you tear his heart to shreds with your vicious tongue and sharpened claws? Are they watching as his face falls and tears burn his eyes, but you don’t even pause between spewing venom at him?
Is this what heartbreak is? That dizziness in his head. The ringing in his ears that just about masks your voice. Something tightens in his chest — each callous syllable you spit is another tug on the rope binding his lungs, and it squeezes him until he’s at the point of rupturing. His heart feels heavy, like it’s being pulled down to the soles of his feet, anchored to the dirt you step on; his body feels too weak, but he’s acutely aware of the numbness that falls over him. He feels like he’s floating, he thinks he’s never been more grounded. It doesn’t make sense. His body keeps flipping between hot and cold, focusing on your words then listening to the squeak of leather beneath you, watching you rub a hand across your face then staring out at a dog that passes by. It’s too much and yet not enough. He wants you to stop; he wants you to stay. None of this makes any sense.
He almost wants to laugh, to break down into tears and scream and cry and cause a massive spectacle, so everyone can see the way you wound him with your lethal words. Is that why you invited him out here? Not for a cutesy little lunch date, but so you could have an audience join in as you jeer and snicker at his demise, as you crush his heart in the tender, bruising palm of your hand like it — like he — never meant a thing to you?
He knows you're not like that — not his sweet, precious partner, his dearest, his beloved — no, no, you would never do that, you would never break his heart like this. You love him, like an artist loves a blank canvas, and like a singer needs their voice, you need him just as much as he needs you; he is nothing without you, and you're nothing without him, you can't be anything without him. He won't let you become something without him, because then you won't be you.
"Don't— Stop saying things like that, Bokuto."
Bokuto. Bokuto. Bokuto. God, he loves your pretty voice, but if he doesn't hear a Kou or baby soon, he's going to break the table separating you from him and force it out of you.
"I'm serious" — so is he — "we're done."
He's done with this conversation.
You don't say anything else. You just pick up your bag, turn heel and leave him there. You're so cruel to him — looking away so you can't see the tears welling up in his eyes, leaving him trembling in some stupid café, all alone with your untouched drink.
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He spots you in the university hallways the next day. He comes in bright and early to see you, to hug you and laugh with you over the silly prank you pulled on him yesterday, but when he waves and calls you over to him, you don't even look his way before you slip into your lecture hall.
He pouts, thinking you didn't hear him (even though his voice is deafening, more akin to a lion's roar than a grown man yelling) and Konoha — who'd been standing beside him, talking endlessly about his latest fling — snickers at the display.
"Trouble in paradise?"
Bokuto huffs, crossing his arms as he eyes the door to your lecture, debating whether or not he should go in after you. "Nah, they’re just playing a prank on me, but I miss them so much!"
Konoha rolls his eyes, muttering a you're so fucking whipped before he throws an arm around Bokuto's shoulders. "Come on, you can cry about them later, let's get to class."
Bokuto's always hated not having the same modules as you because he loves admiring you as much as possible, for as long as possible. The arrangement does, however, mean that when he sees you at lunch, he gets to hear about everything you got up to without him, and he always loves listening to how your day went. You must not have been feeling very hungry today, though, since you never came to your usual lunch spot. Bokuto misses swiping food from your bento box, and his own meal tastes bland when you're not there to feed it to him, but he thinks you must be very dedicated to the dumb little joke you're playing.
He’s grown tired of it already. If you don't end it soon yourself then he will.
The rest of his day goes by uneventfully, the hours passing dreadfully with you not by his side. Even volleyball practice is draining and he finds it hard to come out of his slump when he doesn't see you in the stands. Even when you both get into a little argument, you still show up, studying and doing coursework as you wait for him to finish practice. Then, he twines your hand with his, shoulders your bag, and you both talk out your woes on the way to your house. The journey is always filled with apologies and promises to be better; he cherishes the sweet sound of you saying yes, I still love you, Kou — what he wouldn't give to hear you say that right now — but more than that, he loves the way you let him mold your body to his once you're in your bedroom, all pretty and pliant beneath him as he shows you just how sorry he truly is.
He brushes off Akaashi when he asks him if he's feeling okay, because of course he's not. He loves you to the moon and back, but you're being annoying, taking this prank way too far, and his heart's aching in his chest. He's the last one in the locker room, and just before he gives up all hope of you showing up, he decides to send you a quick picture. He pulls off his volleyball shirt — because he knows how much you like the sight of his firm, tanned body (and he loves the way you love it) — and he grins as brightly as he can before he snaps a quick picture of himself, and sends it to you.
And then he waits. Fifteen minutes pass and he doesn't hear a word back from you, even though he's said, time and time again, he wants you to reply back in five minutes or less. The picture (and all the other messages he'd sent to you throughout the day) stays undelivered.
The joke has gone on for long enough.
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He knows the way to your house — he could walk there blindfolded and bleeding out without stumbling once — and he follows the path down to where you are hidden away in your room easily. He knows your parents are out, that they never come home early on weekdays, and that your siblings are out at work or school or whatever. He knows because on days like these, he'd be in your room with you, pushing away your reading material and dragging you onto his lap so he can make out with you. He'd be up there, stealing food from you and kissing your lips right after. He'd be with you, holding you close, telling you how much he loves you, just you, only ever you.
Today shouldn't be any different to how the two of you spent last week all cosied up beneath your blanket, tongues tangled with his hands down your pants, and there's a certain pep in his step as he thinks about that, rushing to the entrance and using the key you gave him to unlock the door. He can't wait to have you sprawled out all for him, wet and wanting, so he hurries up the stairs when he hears you leave your room.
You're at the top of the staircase when he stands on the first step.
"What the fuck?"
His fists clench at your rude greeting, but at least you've finally given him some attention.
"Baby, I missed you!" he says, bearing a grin as he eyes the way your face drops, the way your hands tighten into fists. "I didn't see you at practice, so I wanted to check up on you! You okay?"
"You need to leave, Bokuto. How'd you even get in?"
"What, you don't want me here?" he asks, a playful pout on his face as he climbs up a few steps. You stumble back, away from him, and his eyes narrow in a dark glare. "You avoided me all day, you know. I don't like what you're doing."
"No, I don't want you here," you state and now your voice is really starting to grate on his ears. "Get out, Bokuto."
"I'm not going anywhere," he retaliates, walking up some more steps, and when he notices you distancing yourself, he jumps over the last few steps. He manages to catch you just before you lock yourself into the bathroom, slamming the door open with such power it leaves a crater behind in the wall. You're tripping over your feet as you move away from him, but there's nowhere for you to go.
You're leaning against the sink, eyes darting around the room for something to defend yourself with, but Bokuto's always been faster than you, and there's nothing for you to grab. Razors and scissors are tucked safely in your cupboard, you left your hairbrush in your bedroom earlier — you wish you were a little more careless, wish there was something other than shower curtains and a toilet at your disposal.
"Where are you running off to, baby?" he says, grin darkening into a spiteful smirk as he knows he's got you trapped in his clutches, just how he likes. His body — built and solid and all dense muscle — fills up the doorway and he's like a beast looming over your helpless form.
"Bokuto, please—"
"And why are you still calling me that?" he asks, taking slow steps towards you, prolonging your misery and terror.
"It's your name—"
"Not to you! You always call me Kou, I miss hearing you say that."
He sounds so whiny and childish, yet the nasty glint in his eyes speaks volumes; he may act like a hyperactive puppy most days, but you know there's a ruthless, bloodthirsty wolf in him that's dying to be unchained.
"Kou, you're— you're scaring me."
"Oh, baby." For a second he seems to soften, reminding you of the old Bokuto that would pepper gentle kisses all over your face, the one that would make butterflies flutter in your tummy with just his smile. He opens his arms to you — the place once a source of comfort, but now his arms swell with muscles that are too suffocating, his hold too much like a cage, like a bear trap. You stay still, clutching at the rim of the sink like it's your lifeline. "Come here, you know I'd never hurt you."
You shake your head. You're cowering away from him, but you can't fall into his arms so easily. You're done with him, and he needs to understand that. Needs to get that through his thick head: you're not together anymore. You don't want him.
"Kou, you can't be here, you need to go."
His arms drop to his side, face falling with dejection when you don't move to him like he wants.
If you won't come to him, then he'll go to you.
"I'm tired of your stupid prank." Your brows furrow in confusion and he answers you before you even open your mouth. "Don't tell me you've forgotten what you did yesterday."
Your eyes widen in realisation. "That— Kou, that wasn't a joke. We're not— I broke up with you, okay? It's not your fault, I just— I really need to focus on uni, and you have volleyball, and we can’t— I just don't think I can handle a relationship right now. I'm sorry."
You're lying through your teeth. He knows because you've never brought any of this up before; he's told you time and time again, he's going to make it big, make a name for himself in the volleyball scene, so you won't have to worry your pretty little head about university or a job, he'll take on the big work, so all you have to deal with is handling your relationship. He'll go out and earn the money, keep a roof over your head, deal with the real world — all you've got to do is make sure you're dolled up nicely for when he comes home. You cook the food he buys, and you spread your legs for him at the end of each day so he can love you right. He'll treat you so well, you won't have to worry about a single thing besides what he'll have for dinner, and what lingerie he'll be tearing off of you for dessert.
He laughs, shoulders hunching over as he lets out deep, unamused chuckles, and the sink digs into your back as you crane away from him.
"We're not breaking up, don't be silly." His word is final. Seriously, he's tired of this stupid prank you're playing on him. He just wants to hold you close and forget this day ever happened. "Now let's go to bed, I'm tired."
"I mean it—"
"I mean it," he interrupts, and his voice is darker than it was just moments ago. "I don't wanna hurt you, baby, but if you say one more thing about us breaking up, I'm gonna get real mad, got that?"
You gulp, nodding stiffly and digging your nails into your palms as you try to hold back the tears springing up. You know about the power that dwells inside him, the way gentle kisses can turn to vicious bites, the way he can carry you around like a sack of junk, the way he can twist and turn your body to his liking as if you're clay, all for him to sculpt and perfect.
"Good," he sighs, a smile forming on his face. "Now, let's go."
His hand laces with yours, forcing you by his side as he takes you to your bedroom. He doesn't let up as he shoves your clothes and bag off of your bed, turning to pick you up like it's nothing before he falls back on the bed, hugging you close to him. He lifts your leg over his, a large hand wrapping around your thigh to squeeze the fat and keep you in place. His grip is so tight, you're sure it'll leave a bruise behind, but you're too scared of him to voice your pain.
"See, this is nice, isn't it?" he asks, burying his nose into your hair after he closes his eyes, finally able to revel in the feeling of your embrace. "Missed you all day. I don't ever want you doing something like that again, okay? It really hurt. Konoha kept making dumb jokes about you moving on when he saw you talking to some asshole after school, but you wouldn't do that to me, would you, baby?"
He waits for you to reply, and you swallow down your unease, trying to keep a level voice. "No, Kou, of course not. I'm sorry."
"It's okay, baby, I forgive you." he says, sweetly kissing the top of your head, before his lips curl slyly. "But… I do know how you can make it up to me."
You gulp, not wanting to know what he has in mind. You just want to go to sleep, pretend this is all a bad dream, a horrid nightmare but nothing more than a figment of your imagination. The beefy arms wound tightly around your body anchor you to reality.
"How?"
In lieu of a reply he shuffles down the bed, coming face to face with you, and immediately tips his head to lock you in a kiss. His tongue is more than eager to come and play with you, and the hand that was on your thigh moves up to knead your ass so hard you gasp, giving him the space he’s after to invade your mouth.
You're helpless to his attack, unmoving as his tongue explores freely, as he refamiliarises himself with every single taste bud, as he dips into each divot in your molars before finally pulling away. His lips instantly trail to litter wet, sloppy kisses along your jaw, humming as he follows the curve of your neck. He nips over your racing pulse, your heart beating through your ribcage, before sucking hickeys all over your soft skin, not leaving an inch of you untouched.
You get your answer when he rolls his hips against yours, and you feel his hardness poke at the apex of your thighs, rubbing against your sex with unyielding fervour.
You look so gorgeous today, alluring and dazzling as your skin shines with his spit, as you glow beneath his rough hands. He brushes your hair back, kissing over the apples of your cheeks, licking away the tears that fall from your eyes. Bokuto can't keep his eyes off of you. He can't tear his gaze away from the way your lips curl and sway as you whimper for him, as you call his name in that angelic lilt of yours, as you tell him you love him—
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