#yandere hq bokuto

[chaepink]

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

[ilylovelyz]

⍣ ೋ 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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[yandere-romanticaa]

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.

[nosyp]

Trouble, Trouble, Here I Come!

Warnings = Smut, Teacher-student relationship, Creepy behaviour, Swearing, Slight favoritism

Pairing = Bokuto Kotaro, Kuroo Tetsurou, Oikawa Tooru, Akiteru Tsukishima x fem! reader

Summary = Orientation starts a bit rocky with Akiteru, your principal, but you continue on. Once the games start is when you decided to flee, only to come across many of your future professors.

Word count = 3.5k (i'm so very sorry it's so short...)

"Welcome, students!" Tsukishima Akiteru’s voice echoes through the main hall, full of forced & faked enthusiasm. Then, he abruptly clears his throat and adjusts his tie as he scans the huge room filled with loads of students. "I know the first day of school can be nerve-wracking, but we’re all here to learn, grow, and— uh— have fun!"

Someone coughs. A few students glance at each other. Akiteru presses on.

"As your principal, my door is always open! Unless it’s closed. Then, y'know, knock first. Haha."

The silence that follows is deafening.

Ouch. 

"Anyways, I will be your principal, and today I will brief you for your upcoming school year," Tsukishima Akiteru announces, his voice carrying through the main hall.

You squint at him, arms crossed. This guy? The principal? He looks more like someone’s older brother who just happened to wander in and take the mic.

"I know some of you may be nervous about starting a new year, but don’t worry! Our staff and faculty are here to support you." He pauses, flashing a grin that seems a little too self-satisfied. "We’re basically one big family!"

A few students exchange looks. Someone coughs to hide a laugh.

You sigh, already feeling the weight of the school year pressing down on you. If this is the energy the principal is bringing, you don’t even want to think about the teachers.

"Now, let’s go over a few important rules—" Akiteru starts, but you’re already tuning him out, your mind drifting elsewhere.

Holy shit was this going to be a boring school year. Mmm… well… not unless you make it fun.

Kita had spent so much time briefing you and telling you to behave well at school until you were half-deaf in both your ears. 

Yet, here you were, barely five minutes into the principal’s speech, already zoning out.

Kita had spent so much time briefing you and telling you to behave well at school until you were half-deaf in both ears. “

Make sure to be respectful. Pay attention in class. Don’t slack off.” His words repeated in your head like a broken radio that couldn’t be turned off. Honestly, you wished there was a block button for people in real life.

And yet, as you sat in that crowded hall, slumped in your seat with arms crossed, you were doing the exact opposite.

"— aaand finally, let’s have a great year together!" Akiteru clapped his hands, snapping you back to reality. The hall erupted in scattered applause, some students barely lifting their hands in half-hearted claps.

You exhaled. Great. Only 365 days to go.

—

"Now, let's move on to the ice breakers!" Akiteru exclaims out loud, earning sighs from all across the audience.

And you weren't any different. You ran out the moment you heard the word "ice breaker”.

You slip out the doors as soon as the words leave his mouth, blending into the crowd of students who were groaning about forced socialization. Ice breakers? No thanks. If you wanted to play pointless games with strangers, you’d do it on your own terms.

The hallway is surprisingly empty, save for a few people who had the same idea as you. You walk aimlessly, just looking for a quiet place to escape the impending awkwardness.

"Skipping orientation already?"

The voice is smooth, amused. It was one that belongs to someone who's definitely caught you in the act. You turn around slowly, only to find yourself staring at a tall figure leaning lazily against the wall. Messy black hair, sharp hazel eyes, and a smirk that practically screams trouble.

‘Kuroo Tetsurou’, the badge on his shirt says.

Your new teacher.

Great.

“Orientation’s boring,” you reply. “I could be doin’ way more important stuff than play a game with strangers who don’t even care about me,”

He hums in amusement, finally standing up straight. “I’m Kuroo Tetsurou by the way,”

“Yeah, I can see that.” you answer, glancing at the shiny badge on the left side of his suit. “By the way, do the dorms have a curfew?”

“Hmm…? Why are you asking?” he responds… with another question.

You let out a loud sigh, before saying: “Just answer the goddamn question,”.

“Yep there is, it's like 12am-ish. I’m not too familiar with those types of rules. Gotta ask Principal Tsukki or something,” he says. “Anyways, I gotta go. See ya later, hun.”

He turns around, slowly disappearing into the void. 

“See ya,” you whisper instinctively. 

Hun? What the hell? Whatever, he probably just calls all his students by nicknames right…

“Y/NNNN!!!” you hear a high-pitched voice yell out from afar… and footsteps running your way.

“Yeah, what do you need Yachi?” you turn to face her, hands fixing the edge of your skirt. 

“Wait, before, wasn’t that Kuroo? The really really hot teacher,” she mentions with hearts in her eyes. 

“Meh, I don’t see it. What does he teach anyway?” you reply.

“Chemistry,” Yachi says, nudging you with a knowing grin. “And I mean chemistry in more ways than one.”

You roll your eyes. “Real original.”

“I’m serious! Everyone’s been talking about him. He’s like, the hottest teacher on campus,” she continues, practically vibrating with excitement. “Tall, messy hair, deep voice, sly smirk—ugh, it’s unfair. Why do teachers get to look like that?”

“Maybe because they’re… y’know, teachers?” you deadpan. “Not idols.”

Yachi ignores you, fanning herself dramatically. “I bet his lectures are super engaging. Imagine him leaning against the desk, sleeves rolled up, talking all scientifically about—"

“Okay, I’m stopping you right there,” you interject. “If you wanna daydream about him, at least do it when I’m not around.”

She pouts but then grabs your wrist, dragging you down the hall. “Fine, fine. Let’s just find our next class before we’re actually forced to participate in those icebreakers.”

You sigh, allowing yourself to be pulled along.

At least now you know one thing…

And that was this school year was already off to an interesting start, putting the orientation aside yeah.

—

“Man this school’s huge, I feel like we got lost like a million times already!” Yachi’s bright, bubbly voice cheers.

Then, you hear footsteps from the other side of the hall. Shit. Shit.

“Who’s there?!” a voice comes from that area. You just had to hope it wasn’t a teacher or anyone important.

Yachi and you quickly hide behind the nearest pillar. Without realising, you were holding your breath, as if it would affect the outcome of the situation.

The footsteps came closer… and closer… and closer. Until it stopped.

And a figure slowly started emerging from the peripheral of your view. Fuck. It was definitely one of the teachers you saw at the meeting hall before.

“Girls? What are you two doing here?’ the tall, white and black-haired man asks. “Aren’t you two… supposed to be at orientation right now?”

Without even thinking of what to say next, you just blabber the first thing that comes to mind. Which is… “We were just going to the bathroom and we got lost! This school is so darn big that we got lost so easily… sorry for troubling you sir.”

Damn. That was kinda good. He’s going to buy it right?

He doesn't respond, stare going blank for a while before he suddenly half-shouts, ”Oh! Alright!”. A wide smile stretches from ear to ear and he extends his hand towards you.

You stare at the hand in confusion. What does he want you to do? “W-what…?” you ask, head tilting slightly to the side as your pointer finger touches your bottom lip.

“Take my hand,” he says, a smile still present all across his face.

You look over to your right to see Yachi and both of you exchange glances. 

You give her the ‘What the hell do I do?’ stare.

‘Take his hand, duh!’ she motions toward his hand, signalling for you to take his hand.

With a loud sigh, you place your hand atop his. Then, almost in the blink of an eye, he pulls you close to him. 

“Wouldn’t want you getting lost now do we?” he whispers in your ear… with a faint hint of… seduction?

You flinched backwards instinctively but quickly regained your composure. “A-alright sir…”

For the next few minutes— yes minutes— he gives you a whole tour of the campus rather than simply showing you the bathroom. What if you really really needed to go…?

Whatever, at least you didn’t need to, to your luck. 

“Ahhh… and this is my office. I hope to see you come often— to uhm… ask questions…! Not for any other particular reason,” he mutters the second part silently. If it wasn’t for the awkward silence, you probably wouldn’t have caught what he said.

He stops in front of the wooden door, glancing at you before looking back to the door… with his hand still gripped tightly around yours. 

And also with Yachi following behind you two quietly. You couldn’t help but feel bad for the poor blonde girl, since she was practically ignored the whole time with the male teacher.

“Hey…? Are you there?” he snaps a couple of times to capture your attention. “This is my office by the way…” 

“Oh! Yup,” you hurriedly respond. Your eyes glance to the back and you see Yachi staring in awe at the metal sign beside the door.

‘Bokuto Kotaro’

“Woahh! So you’re the legendary Mr Bokuto!!” she shrieks, hand in front of her face to further accentuate her shock.

“Yup! I’m Mr Bokuto! Of course…?” he cheerfully says… before realising he doesn’t actually know your names. “I-if you don’t mind me asking… What's your names?”

“I’m Yachi!” happily said by Yachi.

“And you are…?” he moves his eyes towards you.

“Y/N. Y/N L/N,” you respond.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N and Yachi!” He proudly greets you two.

Eugh… you had no idea but for some odd reason, you get a really bad feeling from him. 

…

…What now?

“Oh! Yahoo! Bokuto, aren’t you supposed to be at orientation right now?” a voice yells out from the other end of the passage.

Why do people keep appearing when you least want them to? At this point, should you just make an excuse and run away again?

“Yeah— Actually, I’ve got to—” 

“Hey, who’s this cutie over here?’ the handsome teacher asks, then he moves his gaze to your best friend. “And you’re Yachi right? We met before if I’ve not mistaken,”

“Yup! That’s me,” she responds before flinging her arm around your shoulders.”And that’s my friend Y/N.” 

“Y/N…?” the brunette teacher repeats.

“Y/N L/N.” you firmly state.

“L/N?!” he repeats again. 

“...” you stare back at him eerily. “What about it?”

“N-no… nothing hehe. Just heard that name around somewhere,” he replies, hand rubbing the back of his head. “Welp, anyways I got to go! See y’all next time!”

Fuck. What the hell did he mean he heard that name somewhere?

“See you!” Bokuto and Yachi yell back at him.

Now, all 3 of you share an awkward silence.

“Mr Bokuto… If you don’t mind me asking, who was that??” you inquire.

His eyes widened slightly, scanning your face for a while before saying, ”Uhm— that’s just another teacher in the school, no need to worry about him. He isn’t important right now,”

What the hell? Why doesn’t he just say who?

“Alright I guess…”

—

For the next hour, you just spend it going around the premises with Yachi & Bokuto. And holy shit was that tiring as hell.

SLAM!

The door roughly hits the wall as you rush into your room and throw yourself onto the soft, white mattress.

“That was fun right?” Yachi asks while she lays her bag down on the cold, hard, wooden ground.

You lay still for a moment, unresponsive. “Ughhhh! That was so fucking borrrinngggg! And Sir Bokuto is just annoying.”

“Oh, c’mon! Don’t say that. He was just being nice is all.” 

“Hell no,”

And you passed out to sleep right then and there. 

—

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Three rough knocks at the door. “Y/NNN!! Get up! We gotta go!”

Ughh, just as the bed was starting to get nice. But alas, the show must go on. With a heavy sigh, you sleepily drag yourself out of bed, feet shuffling against the cold, rough floor. Your limbs feel like hard rocks as you walk toward the door, cracking it open just enough to see who’s on the other side. 

Eyes still half-lidded with sleep, you mumble, “I’m up, I’m up…” before swinging the door fully open. You didn’t bother waiting for a response before you turned back inside, stretching your arms over your head and stumbling toward your closet to grab whatever outfit seems decent enough for the day.

Oh. The skirt you bought with Kita is perfect for this occasion. After all, you have to make a lasting impression on your teachers during class right? Yesterday doesn’t count though.

Body still groggy, you reached for the pieces of clothing in the wardrobe and started getting ready. 

Kuroo Tetsurou – Chemistry Teacher

Bokuto Kotaro – P.E. Teacher

Oikawa Tooru – Literature Teacher

Sakusa Kiyoomi – Health Education Teacher

Suna Rintarou – Computer Science Teacher

Tsukishima Kei – History Teacher

Iwaizumi Hajime – Physics Teacher

Terushima Yuuji – Music Teacher

Tendou Satori – Psychology Teacher

Miya Atsumu – Math Teacher

Miya Osamu – Economics Teacher

That’s the list of your professors… honestly you’re just glad that that bitch Akiteru isn’t teaching anything. You felt like he would ruin the class just like how he ruined orientation. 

Anyways, you flipped the booklet over to the next page to check the schedule for the day. Only to be met with the fact that your first lesson of the day was physics… one of the worst subjects to exist— all subjects sucked, it’s just physics sucked most.

—

The soft sound of the door clicked open, and you barely managed to step into the lecture hall before being met with the voice of your unbeloved teacher.

“You’re late.”

Your eyes snap up from the floor, meeting the sharp and super scary gaze from Iwaizumi Hajime. His arms are crossed over his chest, looking pretty unimpressed at your behaviour as he watches you take your seat.

“Not my fault,” you grumble, sliding into an empty chair. “It’s physics. The universe is against me.”

A few chuckles ripple through the classroom, but Iwaizumi doesn’t look amused. He huffs, rubbing his temples as if he already regrets taking this job.

“Alright, just don’t do it again. Anyways, let’s get started everyone. Since today’s the first day, we’ll keep it simple—”

You stop listening. There’s only so much enthusiasm you can fake for physics. Instead, your eyes drift toward the large windows, taking in the sunlight that spills into the room. You admire the flock of birds that fly past, wishing you were one of them. You swore God made a glitch when he put you on the Earth as a human.

That is… until something hits your desk.

A long ass ruler in the hands of Mr Iwaizumi Hajime himself.

“Oi. Pay attention.”

Your eyes snap back to your teacher, who’s now staring you down with an eyebrow raised. Oh, great. You’ve already made yourself a target.

This is going to be a long class.

—

The bell rang. Finally, that class felt like it had lasted HOURS. Once it rang, you felt all of life come back inside you like a dark hole in space. 

Well, that was until…

“Y/N. Stay back for a while.”

Ooh shittt. You were in so much trouble now.

As he said that, you heard shocked gasps come from all corners of the classroom, even from the shy students who never spoke a word. However, you highly doubted it was anything serious since this was only your first offense.

Nonetheless, you obeyed. Stepping up onto the platform in front of the classroom, you slid right beside him. 

“Hmm, what do you need, teach?” you ask, very curious to know what he’s going to say.

He doesn’t say anything, and only puts his hand behind your head. That’s before he pulls you softly and “nicely” to whisper in your ears: “You should be more careful when dealing with the rules honey.”

You pull back, yanking his hand off your head. “Why should I?” you whisper against his ear, almost in a seductive tone if you were to listen closely.

“You’re already wearing such a short skirt… and you decide to be late for class too? I would’ve let the outfit slide but I don’t tolerate tardiness. I kind of wonder what Kita would say if I were to call him right now. Don’t you?” he replies. 

It’s almost like a threat. Plus, it’s not like Kita can control you. He’s just a brother, nothing else, nothing… more?

“Hmm… but Kita has nothing to do with thisss…” you whine, tugging on his tie like you’re testing his patience.

His breath hitches, just for a second— so quick to the point that if you weren’t paying attention, you’d have missed it. But you did notice. And the realization has a smirk curling at your lips.

“Oh? Cat got your tongue, sir?” you purr, tilting your head slightly as you glance up at him through your lashes.

Iwaizumi scoffs, regaining his composure as he snatches his tie back from your grasp, smoothing it out as if your touch had ruined it. “Cute,” he mutters, rolling his eyes. “But don’t think you can get outta this just ‘cause you’re tryin’ to be all sweet with me.”

You hum in amusement, leaning in just enough for your lips to hover near his ear. “Who said I was trying?”

The way his jaw clenches at that? Beautiful.

But before either of you can take it further, a sharp voice cuts through the air.

“What the hell is going on here?”

You turn your head, only to be met with none other than Oikawa, standing a few feet away with arms crossed, gaze sharp as ever.

…Well, shit.

—

You had no idea how it even happened. You had no idea how you were suddenly pinned between the two incredibly hot teachers. All of you were still fully clothed, but it was so so clear how you all felt— horny.

Iwaizumi’s chest was pressed against your back while Oikawa’s chest was against yours. Heat radiated from both their bodies, transferring to yours… and down between your legs.

Oikawa’s smirk is absolutely infuriating. It was cocky, teasing, exactly like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you. His fingers ghost over your hip, tracing light, deliberate patterns that send shivers up your spine.

“You’re awfully quiet now,” Iwaizumi murmurs, tilting his head as his lips hover just above yours. “What happened to all that attitude from earlier?”

Iwaizumi clicks his tongue behind you, his grip tightening just slightly on your wrist, keeping you still between them. “Yeah cutie. You’re always getting yourself into trouble and Kita told us allllll about it…” he mutters, voice low, rough, warm against your ear. “So, what are we gonna do with you, huh?”

Your breath hitches, fingers curling against Oikawa’s chest as heat pools in your stomach. The way they tower over you, the way their eyes seem to drink in every little reaction— it’s overwhelming, dizzying.

Oikawa chuckles, thumb brushing against your jaw as he tilts your face up to meet his gaze. “I think she likes it, Iwa.”

Iwaizumi exhales sharply, his grip shifting to your waist. “Yeah?” His voice drops lower, more dangerous. “Then maybe we should see just how much.”

And with the way your heart is racing, you already know…

Oikawa’s smirk only widens as he leans in just a little closer, his breath warm against your lips. His fingers trace along your jawline, slow and teasing, like he’s savoring the way your body reacts to him.

“You’re looking a little flushed there,” he murmurs, tilting his head. “Nervous?”

Behind you, Iwaizumi’s grip tightens on your waist, pulling you back just enough for you to feel the firm press of his body against yours. “Or maybe she’s just excited,” he mutters, voice low and gravelly.

Your breath is coming out faster now, heart pounding against your ribcage as their touch is gentle but deliberate and yet… sends a spark of something through your veins.

Oikawa hums in agreement, pretending to think. “You know,” he muses, brushing a thumb over your bottom lip, “it’s a little unfair that you like to keep acting up in class but don’t deal with the consequences.”

Your fingers clutch at the fabric of his shirt, trying to steady yourself as the weight of their presence threatens to make your knees buckle.

“What…” your voice comes out breathier than you intend, “what consequences?”

Iwaizumi’s chuckle is dark, amused. “Oh, princess,” he murmurs, his lips dangerously close to your ear. “You’re about to find out.”

[revebloomluv]

please recommend me some horror themed haikyuu fanfics 🙏🏻

[hotvinimon]

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

You can skip this part.

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[yanderenightmare]

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.

♡ BNHA – Denki, Shigaraki, Dabi, Hawks, Shinso, Natsuo, Amajiki ♡ JJK – Sukuna, Mahito, Toji, Gojo, Geto ♡ HQ – Kuro, Kenma, Bokuto, Miya twins, Suna, Tendou ♡ CSM – Denji, Aki, Yoshida ♡ BLLK – Reo, Nagi, Bachira, Ego ♡ DS – Zenitsu, Doma

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

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↳ some of my favs (not an exhaustive list! i can and will thirst for anyone :p) ;

HQ: hinata, atsumu, bokuto, seijoh4, kyoutani, osamu, ushijima, kita, meian, yachi, ukai

BNHA: bakugou, izuku, hawks, dabi, shinsou, kirishima

BLLK: reo, bachira, kaiser, sae, shidou, oliver

KNY: douma, obanai, sanemi, mitsuri, tanjirou, tengen, muzan

HSR: mydei, boothill, jing yuan, blade, kafka, himeko, welt, sampo, gallagher

OTHER: miyuki (daiya), chobei / yuzuriha / shugen / jikka (hell's paradise), yuuji / gojo / nanami / sukuna / toji (jjk), narumi / hoshina (kn8)

[seijorhi]

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?

[zwhoro]

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,

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˙⋆✮ March 1st

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˙⋆✮ Russian is my native language. So, I don't mind helping someone to learn Russian! I like to make new acquaintances!

˙⋆✮ Fandoms: JJK, Twilight, Haikuyu, KNY, MHA, Death Note, Blue Lock, Lads, BTR, Naruto, The Walking Dead, Sonic X, Hunter x Hunter, Tokyo Revengers.

˙⋆✮ I also make dividers!

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Characters List:

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JJK:

Gojo, Toji, Sukuna, Yuji, Nanami, Choso, Ino, Yuki, Maki, Megumi, Yuta.

Twilight:

Carlisle, Jasper, Alice, Emmett, Seth, Jacob, Paul, Leah, Sam, Embry.

Haikuyu: 

Sugawara, Nishinoya, Hinata, Kageyama, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Kuroo, Haiba, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Kyōtani, Bokuto, Akaashi, Tendō.

KNY:

Tomioka, Kanroji, Iguro, Shinazugawa (bough), Tokito (18 age), Kocho, Rengoku, Himejims, Uzui, Kamado (bough), Agatsuma, Hashibira, Kibutsuji, Kokushibo, Doma, Akaza, Nakime, Kaigaku, Daki.

MHA:

Present Mic, Ashido, Kaminari, Kirishima, Jiro, Todoroki, Bakugo, Midoriya, Yaoyorozu, Shinso, Nejire, Suneater, Mirko, Hawks, Lady Nagant, Shigaraki, Dabi.

Death Note:

L.

Blue Lock:

Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira, Hema Chigiri, Baro Shoei, Seishiro Nagi, Reo Mikage, Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi, Ryusei Shido, Julian Lockey.

Lads:

Sylus, Caleb, Xavier, Rafayel, Zayne.

BTR:

Logan, Carlos, James, Kendall.

Naruto:

Naruto, Madara, Gaara, Itachi, Minato, Sakura, Shikamaru, Hashirama, Neji, Shisui, Hinata, Tobirama, Temari, Izuna, Indra, Ashura.

The Walking Dead:

Rick, Carl (18 yo), Glenn, Daryl, Abraham, Negan.

Sonic X:

Sonic, Amy, Shadow, Tails, Knuckles, Rouge.

Hunter x Hunter:

Killua (18 yo), Hisoka, Gon (18 yo), Kurapica (18yo), Shalnark, Lucilfer, Feitan, Shizuku.

Tokyo Revengers:

Chifuyu, Mitsuya, Kawata brothers, Kazutora, Baji, Sano (Shinichiro, Emma, Manjiro) Izana, Haitani brothers, Wakasa, Kokonoi, Ken, Naoto, Yuzuha, Akane, Ryusei.

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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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[apollodarling-writes]

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-“

[martellprincess-writes]

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 ━━

[milaisreading]

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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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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