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Haikyuu Dick Headcannons Pt. 3

Ft. the Seijoh men (Tooru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Issei Matsukawa, Takahiro Hanamaki, Kentarou Kyoutani, Yuutarou Kindaichi, Akira Kunimi)

Tw: implied yandere, implications of stalking, lots of talk about cum, masturbation, oral, praise, a sprinkle of degradation, PSA Oikawa cries during sex, very slight misogyny in Kunimi's, fem reader, MDNI

Tooru’s cock is, just like the rest of him, pretty. It’s pale, slender, rigidly straight with a perfectly shaped bulbous tip that always makes this lewd schmuck noise when he pulls out of you. As he gets closer to coming his tip gets a little pink, but it’s nothing compared to the flush sitting high on his cheeks, or the rosy red of his lips. He’s got a single vein that runs along his underside, so it doesn’t marr the smooth appearance but still gives you that extra bit of stimulation when he’s fucking you. It’s just an overall outstanding cock, and he knows it, too - he’s confident in his body in general, but this is particularly true in the context of his penis. He takes good care of himself, shaving and making sure to use expensive oils and lotions to minimize any ingrown hairs or razor burns. He even uses a special genital cologne, just to make sure he smells good too. (The scent is one he thinks you’d like - he’d brought you to a perfumery one time as a joke because he thought seeing you scrunch your nose at some of the smellier ones was entertaining, but he’d been keeping note of which ones you’d found agreeable when he shoved them at you.) He’s not terribly sensitive - particularly when you’re sucking him off, because while it feels amazing to have your lips wrapped around him, he’s gotten enough head through his life that he’s just jaded and too used to it to find it especially pleasurable. But being inside you? That’s a different story - he hasn’t actually fucked that many women, and as a result the moment he slips inside you for the first time he’s gasping, his eyes blowing wide and this strangled, vulnerable little noise coming from his throat. He still takes a while to come, but he’ll gasp and murmur praise in your ear the entire time he’s thrusting into you, because you just feel so good and warm and tight. 

He’s a shooter, and it makes this perfect, porn-worthy little arc as he throws his head back and moans your name. He doesn’t produce much in terms of volume, but it’s pretty runny, so it’ll often feel like there’s more there than there really is. His cum is very smooth; there’s no lumps or globs, and when he rubs it against your skin (because he likes seeing you covered in it, and he claims it’s good for your skin - rich in nutrients and makes you glow) it almost feels like a thin lotion. When he comes his whole body freezes up, every muscle going taut and tensing up as the pleasure overwhelms him. He’s still for a moment, but after the first initial wave he’s suddenly moving like a madman, his hips bobbing and thrusting wildly and unpredictably, desperate to get any last bit of pleasure they possibly can. He’s always clutching onto you, too, like he needs to ground himself or else he’ll get carried away by the pleasure. (This often leads to finger shaped bruises appearing on your hips and ass, sometimes even your breasts, and while he’s apologetic about it, he doesn’t feel bad.) He makes this high, airy sort of moan when he’s coming, and his eyes always shut tightly, his thin brows scrunching together and his mouth morphing into a sort of grimace. He looks like he’s in pain, but he’s not - it feels so, so very good, and he’s just trying to stop himself from moaning something stupid or crying. (He does cry sometimes, if the sex is particularly emotionally charged - the first time you tell him you love him gets him sobbing as he bends your knees up to your chin, plugging you full with his cock, and kissing you the whole time, whispering to you in a strained, broken moan I love you I love you I love you, fuck tell me you love me again-)

His favorite way for you to touch him is when you’re simply good for him, taking his cock and letting him do as he pleases with you. He likes when you’re receptive to his touches, and ideally you’d be spread out before him on the bed, your legs wrapped around his waist and your fingers alternating between running through his brown locks and scratching down his back when you’re getting close. He likes the way your cunt flutters around him, your walls rubbing him and massaging his length in a way that makes him breathless, and sometimes his arms even go a bit weak and he nearly falls down on top of you because you just feel too damn good. He likes when you thrust your hips in time with his, trying to get him in deeper and feel him to a much fuller extent. It makes him feel wanted, like he’s doing a good job of pleasuring you, and if you moan? Tooru’s gone, burying his face into your neck and moving from the languid, sensual pace he’d been fucking you at to a more purposeful, calculated one, aiming for that spot he knows you love with every snap of his hips. He especially likes it when you come on his cock - the way you clench down on him makes him light headed, and sometimes - when your orgasm is powerful enough - you squeeze him hard enough to force him out of your cunt, his cock still swollen and throbbing, your slick coating him while he watches you fall apart below him. He likes the way you spasm around him, and more often than not it lulls him into his own orgasm, spurting cum into you and gasping your name with his lips wrapped around your sensitive nipple. He just really, really likes when you willingly pull him closer and encourage him to fuck you deeper; it’s a surefire way to get him breathless and crying out your name.

He’s solidly five and a half inches, with dark hairs framing his base and naval. It’s the perfect shape, with a slight curve upwards that hits you just right when he’s got you spread out on your back, bulbous tip ramming into that spot over and over again. It’s incredibly easy to arouse him - his cock’s got a mind of its own, and often there’s blood rushing south from the slightest things, like you licking your lips (he can’t not imagine how they’d look around his length) or mindlessly playing with your fingers (they’d look so small against him, running along his chest and gripping around his cock; he bets you couldn’t even touch your fingers when you grip him). He gets hard embarrassingly quickly, and stays hard, even if he desperately tries to get rid of it. This causes quite a few awkward moments when he’s around you, and he tries to wear baggier pants whenever there’s a chance you might be present - just because every encounter with you more often than not leads to him popping a boner at least twice. He’s moderately sensitive, and particularly likes when you give his tip and base attention at the same time. He likes when you suckle at the head and lap your tongue up and down his slit, all while your fingers massage and grope at the juncture between his shaft and his pelvis. It makes him shudder, eyebrows drawing together, and gets his hips bucking forward slightly. Especially if you rub at the spot right above where his balls and shaft meet - it makes him actually growl. 

His cum is thick and pretty bitter, landing on your tongue and leaving a residue like thick oil. The taste is hard to get out of your mouth, unfortunately, and when you tell Hajime this he’ll immediately feel guilty for how much he likes to finish down your throat. After that, every time you suck him off he’ll come on your face - he justifies it as being less invasive of your wishes, and because it seems to actually be good for your skin. (One time you’d had a nasty pimple, and after a spurt of his cum landed on it, the next morning it disappeared.) It’s okay, though, because his favorite place to come is actually on you, specifically on your pussy. He likes pulling out at the last minute and finishing himself off, watching as cum dribbles onto your pretty lips, making an absolute mess out of you and leaving you all sticky and warm. He’ll run his fingers through it sometimes, staring with this look of awe, intensely enough that you’ll get embarrassed. His ultimate, though, is when your spread your lips for him, exposing your quivering, swollen little hole, and he comes all over that - it’s dirty, taboo, and it makes his possessive urges towards you calm down a bit because now you’re marked as his, and anyone else can see the globs of his cum that are pressed up right against your most sensitive, intimate area. Of course, though, if you want him to come inside, he’ll never say no. He’s a gasper, his breath always getting caught when he’s fucking you. When he first shoves himself inside, he’s gasping lowly and biting his lip, trying to control himself and hold back the orgasm that’s already dangerously close. He’s not too terribly vocal for the most part, but when he gets close to coming he’s stuttering out your name, each syllable punctuated with a grunt and a gasp, until eventually he’s coming, his eyes blowing wide and a strained slur of your name falling from his lips. He stares the whole time, unwilling to look away, and it’s not until the oversensitivity overwhelms him that he lets the moment end.

His favorite way for you to touch him is when he’s giving himself a pussy job, using - of course - you. In general, he’s utterly fascinated by your cunt - he’s always staring at it, and although he’s certainly no virgin, there’s something about your folds, specifically, that makes him salivate. He’s always trying to rut his cock against you, obsessed with the feeling of the most intimate part of you touching the most intimate part of him, and he wants nothing more than to have you spread out before him, your eyes blown wide and legs spread for him, pretty body on display for him as he fists his cock. He wants to run his tip through your folds, to collect all your slick and wetness at his head, watching the way it mixes with his own pre, leaving him a sticky, wet mess that shines and gleans in the light. He’ll grip himself at the base, harshly exhaling as he runs himself slowly, so damn slowly, up and up, letting himself dip deeper inside every few centimeters, just enough to tease both him and you. He’ll run himself all the up to your clit, muttering out a curse as his tip draws circles against your little nub, his slit feeling so sensitive and needy that it makes him crazy. When he’s doing this, he tends to murmur your name a lot, growls of how pretty you look, amazed comments of how you’re already so wet for him, and curses of how fucking tiny your little pussy are always slipping past his lips. He’s amazed by how he can possibly fit inside you - you look so small and tight, and his cock looks much too big in comparison, and the idea of stretching you out gets him gulping, his cock visibly throbbing. Eventually he’ll cave and shove himself in, apologizing through grunts that he just can’t hold himself back anymore, that he can’t keep teasing himself, that he needs to be inside you and feeling how warm and wet and perfect you are. He’ll come very quickly after doing this - it only takes a few minutes, and soon he’s groaning your name and spilling inside of you, spurts of hot, thick cum plugging you up while he breathes in your scent and basks in you.

He’s a tall man, and his cock reflects that - it’s long, easily six and a half inches, hanging so heavily between his legs that even when he’s fully hard, swollen and practically begging to sink itself inside of you, it’s only standing at about 120 degrees, too weighed down by it’s own size to fully stand up. He’s not especially thick, but he’s veiny, with the raised skin criss-crossing and feeling perfect when they rub up against your spongy, sensitive walls. He’s not too terribly sensitive, but he likes steady, consistent pleasure stimulation, like a constant pace when he’s fucking you, or when you bob your head steadily, tongue lapping at his underside with fervor. His tip is always a darker shade than the rest of his shaft, the color matching his balls, and Issei particularly likes when you pay attention to those two areas. He’s extremely sensitive when it comes to any sort of stimulation to his balls, and the moment that your fingers brush them or your tongue flicks at them, he’s groaning, Adam’s apple bobbing as he tells you to do that again, angel, fuck just like that. He likes when you suck on them, trying to fit as much of each one into your mouth as you can, and just the sight of your lips wrapped around one while you suck and thumb at his tip with your hand makes his head spin, his orgasm drawing closer and closer at an alarming rate. He has a thing for making you kneel below him, and he really likes to be the one standing over you - there’s something about the power dynamic that gets him harder than he’s ever been in his life, and when you look up at him all sultry and dirty like that, it takes everything in him to not force your lips apart and fuck your throat like an animal. (And sometimes, the urge is too strong - you’re left with a bruised throat and a hoarse voice, but everytime you talk to him like that it makes his expression darken, his cock growing hard once more and soon you’ll find yourself bent over the nearest surface, ass cheeks on display while he breaths hard and nudges his tip at your hole, determined to give you a bruised cunt to match your throat.)

His cum is thick too, but sometimes the consistency can be a little strange. It tends to glob up a bit, and because he dribbles when he comes, this can sometimes result in little spurts oozing out of his tip. The volume of cum is quite high, and because of this, when he comes inside you, you can really only describe it as him stuffing you full. (He’s seen your tummy swell before when he’s creampied you - you don’t really believe him, but he swears your stomach got bigger. And just the thought of that - that he stuffed you full enough to stretch that little pussy of yours out - is enough to get him growling and sucking dark hickeys into your neck, his possessiveness shooting through the roof.) He’s not especially vocal in bed, normally preferring to stay quiet and just listen to you, but as he gets closer his breathing starts getting really heavy, pants coming from his lips that sound more and more labored the closer his orgasm looms. Right before it hits, he’ll close his eyes and groan, the sound low and full of timber, making a shiver roll up your spine because it sounds so primal, like some sort of animal. And when he’s actually coming, he’ll groan again - except this time, it sounds vaguely like your name, the last syllable sounding upturned as the pleasure makes his mind scramble. His hips will slow down to nearly a stop when he’s coming, because he tends to get oversensitive really easily and he needs a moment to catch his breath. His eyes are closed the whole time, eyebrows scrunching together and looking a bit like it hurts, but the way his thighs tremble and the way his jaw goes slack tells you just how good you’ve made him feel. He prefers coming inside you, but as long as his cum gets inside of you somehow, whether that be in your cunt or down your throat, he doesn’t really mind. 

His favorite way for you to touch him is when he’s on his back, and you’re perched with your cunt over his face and your mouth over his cock. He’s a fan of the classic 69 position, because while it isn’t the most sexually satisfying option, there’s something that he finds really endearing about the idea of pleasuring each other equally. He loves the feeling of your mouth on his cock, and the combination of that plus getting to taste your cute little pussy leaves him light headed and aroused enough to throw you down onto the bed. He likes to get on his back and give you a look, hoping you’ll understand what he wants without him having to articulate it, but if you don’t seem to get the message he’ll grab you and manhandle you on top of him, a hand gently pushing your face down to rub against his cock while his tongue slips between your folds. He’ll admit that the position is a little distracting, because it can be hard to focus on pleasing you when you’re doing such a good job of pleasing him, but he’s normally able to stave off his orgasm long enough to get you falling apart on top of him. He’ll aim for your clit and will sometimes bring a finger up to gently rub and curl against your walls, anything to get you shaking and moaning his name. (Plus, if he gets you wet enough, your slick will actually drip down onto his face - he fucking loves this, because it feels like you’re showering him with evidence of how well he’s touching you, coating his face with your slick because you want him to know that what he’s doing is enough.) He likes the way you gasp and struggle to stay consistent around him when he’s touching you like this, and feeling your fingers tremble as they stroke him and squeeze at his balls makes him sigh and buck his hips slightly. If he gets close, however, and feels like he can’t hold off any longer, his free hand will come down and hold your head in place while he thrusts up into your mouth, balls slapping against your nose as he fucks your face to his heart’s content. He just likes the intimacy of this position, and you’ll find yourself in it very often - especially towards the beginning of your ‘relationship’.

He’s just barely over five inches, but he’s pretty thick. It’s girthy, and when you first see it, the first thing you think of is how the hell he’s going to fit something that wide inside of you. It’s always a pink rosy color, even when he’s not hard, and although he’s embarrassed at first, he actually really likes having domestic moments with you where you see his cock both erect and flaccid - it makes him feel closer to you. (Plus, it normally only takes mere moments for it to go from soft to hard when you’re involved, which is what tends to happen nine times out of ten.) He doesn’t do a very good job of grooming himself, and takes pretty much no time to actually shave or trim or anything of the sort. It’s a bit of a mess down there, but he showers often so it all smells good and is clean. He doesn’t want you to shave or trim either - he firmly believes sex should be natural, and he wants to see you as you are, not as you present yourself. He’s decently sensitive, and while he’s got a bit of experience, he can get overwhelmed pretty easily when he’s inside you. He twitches a lot, especially once he’s settled between your walls - you can feel him moving inside you, bobbing and spasming as he gets closer to his orgasm, and sometimes his whole body shakes in time with them. It’s nice, actually, because it makes it easy to identify what kind of dirty talk gets to him - the moment you let any sort of praise slip past your tongue, he’s twitching and throbbing inside of you, acting as encouragement to get you saying more, to tell him that he feels good and that he’s gonna make me come ‘Hiro, please please please! (Begging normally gets him throbbing, too.)

He shoots, and there’s quite a bit of force behind the stream - it feels like the perfect amount of pressure in a shower, and he’ll always force himself to keep his eyes open so he can watch the way it spurts out of him and lands in ropes on your pretty body. His cum actually tastes surprisingly sweet, given how poor his diet is. It’s on the saltier side, but it’s nothing too outrageous. (You told him that once and he made some joke about how it would make the perfect replacement for that salt shaker that always seems to run out. You didn’t find the joke particularly funny, but the thought lingers in his mind for a while, and suddenly he can’t stop imagining the way you’d look actually eating his cum, not even in a sexual context. The thought makes him flush and have to clear his throat, but he can’t deny the allure.) This is great news for you, because Takahiro loves to come in your mouth. There’s something so dirty about seeing his cum dripping from the corners of your lips, down your chin, your pretty pink tongue coming out to lick it all up - and oh, if you hum or moan at the taste? He’ll melt, a few droplets of whatever remaining cum his body can scrounge up landing on your face without any warning. He’s a moaner, and while it embarrasses him, his voice always gets high when he gets close to coming, sounding less like moaning and more like whining and whimpering. He’ll always try to bury his face in whatever surface is closest by, though he tends to prefer your breasts or the small of your back, whichever is accessible. The moment he’s actually coming, though, he’ll  always pull back to watch, because even being a fully grown adult man, he’s still in awe of how your body just seems to affect his, almost like you’re pulling the cum out of him with how hard he orgasms. 

His favorite way for you to touch him is when you ride him. He’s not necessarily lazy in bed, but he likes to watch you and let you do most of the work until he needs to step in. He’ll lay back with his head on some pillows and let you straddle him, your cute tummy and pretty tits on display as you slowly slide down onto him. He likes when you grind a bit on him first, your folds rubbing and massaging against his length, and if you watch his tip you’ll see a copious amount of precum oozing out, showcasing his steadily growing desperation to get inside you. Once you slip him past your tight entrance and he bottoms out inside you, he’ll sigh and pinch at your hips, his voice cocky as he tells you to get on with it baby, wanna feel you bouncing on me like a good little slut. It’s uncharacteristic, with how most of his tendencies in the bedroom tend to air on the more submissive side, but the moment you’re actually moving? Well, all traces of cockiness and dominance are gone - he’s gripping onto your thighs for dear life, eyes fixated on the way your breasts bounce and jiggle, maybe even smacking against your ribcage if they’re big enough. He likes the way he’s able to get deeper inside you like this, the penetration going further and making you cry out his name because you just feel so damn full. He’ll stare and watch you, his cheeks bright red, unable to focus on anything except your body and the way his orgasm is drawing nearer and nearer, and eventually he’ll get close enough that he needs to take control. He’ll sit up and wrap his arms around your waist, face pressed against your chest and maybe even a nipple in his mouth as he moves you up and down like some glorified sex doll. He’ll control your body fully, his own hips snapping up to meet yours in a crazed chase of his orgasm, until finally it hits, and he’s moaning your name and his balls are pulsing against your ass as warm cum floods you. He likes the vulnerability of this position, the way he can be touching so much of you at once, and because he gets to see all of you, even the parts of you that you try to hide in other positions. (Like that cute stomach of yours or the fat of your thighs.) You just look sexy, and the way you pulse and clench down onto him like a fucking vice when you reach your own high only spurs him on, desperation for round two and three and four hitting him like a truck.

He’s a little under five inches, but he’s mean with it. He doesn’t have much experience, but he’s nursed a small porn addiction for most of his life, and although he knows porn isn’t realistic, he can’t help but fuck into you with reckless abandon every time he’s got you naked in front of him. He’s not too terribly thick, but he’s veiny, to the point where he almost looks like those veiny dildos you can get online. His tip is extremely sensitive - swiping your thumb across his slit or squeezing at the head makes him splutter, his cheeks turning bright red as his hips jerk forward. It’s easy to turn him on, because he’s really bad at hiding when he’s aroused. Seeing you in anything form fitting will make him feel hot and have him alternating between averting his eyes and staring at every inch of you, but the real nail in the coffin for him is when you touch him in falsely innocent ways. Place a palm to his chest and smile at him and he’s immediately hard, or run your hand over his hair and he’s practically panting, unable to stop imagining the way you’d grip at his hair and beg him for more when he’s got his face between your legs. He gets hard easily, but he’s normally able to make it go away pretty easily too, but his face stays this rich red color and he gets more skittish around you than normal, so you’ll be able to tell ninety percent of the time. He’s actually pretty meticulous about upkeep - he’s not clean shaven but the hair is very short, perfectly trimmed so that you have unrestricted access to everything below his belt. He does this both because it makes him feel cleaner, and also because he wants to be as enticing to you as possible so that you’ll be more inclined to touch him. He’d gotten drunk one night in his early twenties and decreed that he’d be getting his dick pierced, and a buddy had gotten it on video, and he wouldn’t let his pride be wounded, so now he’s got a Prince Albert piercing on his tip. It hurt like hell, but he really likes the way it feels inside you - it makes him more sensitive, he thinks, and you always seem to squirm when you feel the cold metal, the extra stimulation making you moan and clench even harder around him. 

His cum is thick and there’s a lot of it. It doesn’t taste great, and the first time you tasted it you couldn’t help but grimace slightly. Kentarou noticed, and while he didn’t say anything about it, he’s been trying to alter his diet to include more foods he’s read help sweeten the taste of cum. He prefers to finish on your body rather than in you, but he’ll never not finish inside you if that’s what you want. Really, if you ask him to finish anywhere specific, he’ll do it in a heartbeat, excited that you want it. He just likes the way you look with it smeared across your skin - again, that porn addiction has left him with a bit of an objectification kink, and while he doesn’t view you as simply a toy for him to fuck, there’s something that quells his possessiveness towards you when he’s covering you with his seed. He tries to avoid coming in your mouth though, just because he doesn’t want to see you grimace like that again. When he’s fucking you, he doesn’t usually say much, but he isn’t super quiet - he grunts a lot, always sounding a little bit like he’s in pain, and he keeps his eyes tightly closed for much of it. He’ll mutter your name under his breath, too, but it’s quiet enough that unless his mouth is close to your ear you won’t be able to distinguish what he’s saying. But as he gets closer to coming, those grunts turn more into growls, and right as he’s on the edge, he’s literally growling your name, along with slurred fuck’s and yeah’s and too damn tight’s. He’s not too expressive, but if his orgasm is particularly powerful he’ll end up sinking his teeth into the skin of your shoulder - not enough to break the skin or hurt, but enough to leave a mark when he pulls away, and enough to muffle the moan that bubbles up in the back of his throat. His whole body tremors when he’s coming, everything from his fingertips to his toes trembling and shaking slightly, the force of his orgasm nearly blowing him away. It takes him a long time to actually finish coming once it starts, too - he comes so much that it just never seems to end, him emptying into you for easily twenty seconds before the last few drops finally come out. 

His favorite way for you to touch him is when you take your time and just absolutely worship his cock. He’s never been embarrassed of his body or anything, but he likes the idea of being soft with you, and while he’s just a bit too awkward to take the time and worship your body, he likes when you do it to him. (It’s not that he doesn’t want to worship yours - he does, absolutely, more than you could ever understand. But putting himself into that position where you’re watching his every move and judging him, letting him explore and pleasure you and do whatever he wants with you makes him nervous, the pressure settling on his shoulders to do well making him chicken out at the last second. But when it’s you worshiping him, he can just sit back and watch, letting you do your magic until he’s eventually gasping your name and getting cum all over himself as you fist him and press kisses against his thighs.) It feels like such an intimate moment, and it helps convince him that you actually like him, that you’re actually returning the love he’s so frantically forcing onto you. He wants you to keep eye contact the whole time, looking up at him from your place on your knees, his own body seated in a chair with his legs spread so you have easier access. He wants you to kiss every inch of him, your soft lips pressing against his thigh, balls, cock, navel, everything you can reach. He wants you to pump slowly, telling him how warm he feels in your hands, how he’s so big and makes you feel so good, the compliments flowing off your tongue like sugar and making his face turn bright red. He wants you to suckle on his tip and lick along his slit, teasing him with not quite enough pressure, telling him how good it feels when he brushes against that certain spot inside you that makes you see stars. He wants you to squeeze and touch his balls, telling him how these always make you feel so full, they fill me up so well, Kentarou, I love it when you come in me. He just wants you to praise him and touch him all softly and slowly, showing him that you really love him. Give him hope that his one-sided feelings might be more reciprocated than he seems to think.

It’s solidly five inches, and curves very slightly to the left. He’s confident enough with it, but Yuutarou finds himself wishing he was just a bit longer, just a bit thicker, just a bit more. He spends a lot of time looking at himself in the mirror, and especially once his feelings for you form, he’s always idly wondering what you’d think of him. It’s a pale color, and when he gets hard it turns a gradient of pink down to his tip, where it’s flushed and always swollen within seconds of blood rushing south. He keeps himself clean shaven because he doesn’t want you to be grossed out when he eventually has you in front of him, naked and yearning for his touch. He wants everything to be clean and attractive and perfect, because the first time he gets to touch you and fuck you, everything has to go perfectly. He’s decently sensitive, and he especially likes it when you pay attention to his base. Gripping him there and idly squeezing while you talk to him will make him breathless and light headed, his voice strained and tight when you ask him if he’s wanting to fuck me? Do you want that, Yuutarou? Do you want to make me a mess on your cock? You’re so dirty when you talk to him like that, but it drives him crazy - and when you grip him tighter and tighter and tighter, it only furthers the feeling. He likes it, too, because your hand almost acts as a sort of cock ring, barring him from accidentally coming much too early - something that’s happened often when he was still left to his own devices with only the thought of you and his pillow to work with. 

His cum is watery and there’s not a huge amount of it. He comes pretty easily, all things considered, but he has a decently short recovery time, and if the worst case scenario occurs (he comes before you), he’s immediately getting onto his stomach and diving between your legs, tongue eagerly working at your clit and his fingers slipping past your swollen folds to curl and rub at you until you’re moaning and clutching onto the pillow under your head. He’ll let himself calm down, and within five minutes he’s normally able to get hard again, and while this time he’ll likely be shooting a blank, he will keep fucking you until you come for him - and this time he’ll have his thumb working at your sensitive little clit the whole time, his pride out the window because he needs you to come, dammit. When he comes he makes this weird little half-shout half-groan, the sound loud and a little bit jarring. He tries to keep quiet for the most part during sex, because no matter how many times you try to tell him that you like his noises, he’s too embarrassed to freely let them out. Besides, he’d rather hear you anyways. But when he’s getting close, he does tend to start blabbering, his voice slurred and the words coming out so quickly that they’re hard to understand. He’s trying to get every thought out in those last few seconds before he comes, because he has all these compliments and sweet nothings that come to mind when he’s fucking you, but he’s too engrossed in the moment and nervous to actually say them, so he waits until the last moment and all you can hear is y’so tight ‘n good, ‘m gonna come in you, fuck let me come, y’so pretty when you’re drippin’ with me and fuck fuck fuck, here it comes take it take it take it-! He writhes when he comes, unable to stay still, his muscles flexing and relaxing over and over again, leaving him to shake on top of you and then promptly collapse onto you. He’s exhausted after he comes, but he’s still attentive to your needs, and even if he’s on the edge of passing out, he’ll make sure to get his fingers stuffed inside you and his lips on your nipples, absolutely anything to guarantee you’re feeling good. 

His favorite way for you to touch him is when you take control. He’s always a little doubtful of his own abilities, nervous that he’ll do something that you don’t like, even though you aren’t the first girl he’s slept with. He’s just a bit paranoid that he’ll make a mistake and eliminate any form of attraction you feel for him, and so he likes it best when you take the wheel, pushing him onto his back and climbing on top of him, leaning down to kiss him and suck hickies into his neck. He likes when you grind on him, your hips moving against his in circles, your very thin panties (that he’d picked out, with a red face, the last time he’d visited a lingerie shop, having bought a few sets for you after learning your panty and bra size) rubbing up against his boxers, the navy material already stained a darker blue with a copious amount of precum. He wants you to move his hands for him, your grinding never stopping as you situate his large palms against your breasts (already bare, your - his - t-shirt haven’t been discarded across the room), squeezing over his hands to encourage him. He wants you to slowly sink down on him, before setting up a brutal pace, bouncing on top of him with reckless abandon while you smile down at him and hold eye contact. He wants you to move his hands to grope at your ass, while you reach behind you to play with his balls, squeezing lightly and feeling the way he tenses up and warbles your name. He wants you to suddenly switch your positioning, so that you’re facing away from him, your ass exposed to his prying eyes while you roll your hips again, the new angle making access to squeezing his thighs easier. He just wants you to manhandle him, really, because while he may be well over six feet tall and is finishing up his collegiate studies, he’s nothing more than putty in your hands, eager to do anything and everything you want.

He’s roughly five inches, with a moderate girth. Overall, he’s thoroughly average - tufts of brown, curly hair sit at his base and a vein or two decorates his shaft, which slims out a bit as it extends, ending in a round, mushroom-shaped tip that’s always covered by pretty, pink foreskin. He produces a lot of precum, to the point where once you get your hands on him, you’ll be surprised to feel that it’s almost like he’s already slicked himself up with lube. There’s just so much of it - but that’s because once Akira gets hard, he stays hard. No matter how hard he tries to distract himself or will away his erection, it takes at least fifteen minutes for it to go away. Even after he comes, he stays hard for a while - he gets oversensitive very easily, so he’ll try to swat your hand away if you reach for it when it’s still coming down after his release, but secretly he hopes you’ll reach for it again because he’ll begrudgingly let it happen the second time, content and pleased that you want to keep touching him. He stays hard, but actually takes him quite a bit to get hard - even with you, the woman he finds so sexually arousing and desirable that it makes him sick sometimes, he has to have a good mix of stimulation and thoughts to get him ready to go. Generally, if you want to get his cock swelling up and turning a deep pink color, kiss his neck and palm over his crotch, whispering his name in the most sultry voice you can manage, maybe even flicking even lightly biting his earlobe as you whisper into it. He’s not too sensitive, and because of this he tends to last a long time in bed, to the point where if he’s really concentrated and you’re in the right mood, he’ll get you to orgasm at least three times before he gets close. He doesn’t groom himself all that much, figuring that if you really have a problem with it you’ll let him know, and while he keeps everything clean and sanitary, sometimes you end up with a bit of hair in your mouth when you’re sucking him off. 

He doesn’t produce a huge amount of cum, but it’s decent tasting, enough so that you genuinely don’t mind swallowing it. This is good news, because Akira really, really likes when you give him head. His favorite place to come is definitely your mouth, and the feeling of your lips and tongue against him are often the quickest way to get him to orgasm. He’s a fan of pushing himself as deeply into your mouth as he can and then releasing, so that all of it goes directly down your throat, because he likes the idea of his cum being in you, even more than just in your cunt. He’s also satisfied with pulling back and coming all over your face, because while it isn’t quite as satisfying as finishing in your mouth, there’s still something lewd and dirty about it, especially if you open your mouth and let your tongue loll out. He’s pretty quiet in bed, mostly just breathing hard or muttering commands under his breath - they’re never too harsh, just things like keep going or say that again. But when he comes, he takes this long, harsh inhale - it’s not quite a gasp, but it sounds too uneven and heavy to be a normal breath. He’s not one to moan too much naturally, but he tries to push down any sort of noise if possible because he doesn’t want to turn you off in case you don’t like it - even if you try to reassure him, he doesn’t really believe you, and he’ll still do the long-inhale-thing rather than let out the little whimper he really needs to. His whole body jerks when he comes, and this normally ends up lodging him even deeper into whatever hole he’s buried in, which adds extra stimulation to his already sensitive cock, making him hiss and grit his teeth. His face gets red as he gets close, too, and it’s a telltale sign that he’s feeling good when his cheeks start blooming pink, all the way down to his neck and over his collarbones. He gets sweaty, too, exertion and holding back any sounds taking a lot of effort, and often his bangs will get stuck to his forehead.

Akira’s favorite way for you to touch him is when you take his cock into your mouth. There’s something about the power dynamic that gets to him, because while he doesn’t inherently view himself as any better than you (he may not show it, but he worships the ground you walk on, if all the stalking and tedious collecting of your information are anything to consider), something just feels right when you’re suckling on him like that, your pretty eyes sparkling up at him through your lashes and tears pricking at your lash line every time you take him just a bit too far down your throat. There’s something endearing about the way that you take him so well, relaxing your throat and bobbing your head over and over, and he especially loves it when you get messy. He likes your spit to be everywhere, dripping down his shaft and onto his balls, dribbling down your chin, just getting everything wet and sticky. He likes the sight of you pulling back and panting hard, a thin strand of saliva and precum connecting his tip to your lip, the sight making him gulp and clutch onto the corner of the chair he’s seated in so tightly that his knuckles turn white. He likes the way your lips are so soft against him, how your tongue is wet and warm and so very dexterous, licking around his tip and dipping in against his slit. He just likes the way you give him so much attention when you’re using your mouth; it makes him feel special and pleased that all your time and effort is going into him, to please him and make him feel good. And if you were to reach down between your legs, your fingers playing with your clit while you bob your head and use your other hand to lightly grope at his balls? Well, hopefully you take getting your throat fucked as well as you do bobbing your head, because the mere sight will have him losing control and needing to fuck something, and your pretty little face is the nearest thing. 

[mytragedyperson]

This poll is for who should send the song smoke and mirrors by Jayn as a lyric thing (not a prank. Yandere AU baby). It will be one of the three childhood friends to lovers ships, that being Kuroken, Iwaoi and Tsukiyama. Each ship is here twice because you’re voting for the ship and the Yandere. I know there are other ships I could do this for. Like most ships I could twist to suit this but this is how I wanted to do this. I did consider making Kindaichi x Kunimi a choice but ultimately decided not to. Also when I say “she” I mean the other girl in the song who they kill.

[ao3feed-iwaoi]

Haikyuu AU Week

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by Dai_suga_for_life

Words: 236, Chapters: 2/21, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Hinata Shouyou, Kageyama Tobio, Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Sawamura Daichi, Sugawara Koushi, Ennoshita Chikara, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Azumane Asahi, Nishinoya Yuu, Kinoshita Hisashi, Narita Kazuhito, Yachi Hitoka, Shimizu Kiyoko, Takeda Ittetsu, Ukai Keishin, Kuroo Tetsurou, Kozume Kenma, Yaku Morisuke, Haiba Lev, Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Kunimi Akira, Kindaichi Yuutarou, Hanamaki Takahiro, Matsukawa Issei, Yahaba Shigeru, Kyoutani Kentarou, Aone Takanobu, Futakuchi Kenji, Bokuto Koutarou, Akaashi Keiji, Tendou Satori, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Shirabu Kenjirou, Semi Eita, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Miya Atsumu, Miya Osamu, Suna Rintarou, Ojiro Aran, Kita Shinsuke

Relationships: Hinata Shouyou & Kageyama Tobio, Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Ennoshita Chikara/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu, Kinoshita Hisashi/Narita Kazuhito, Shimizu Kiyoko/Yachi Hitoka, Takeda Ittetsu/Ukai Keishin, Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, Haiba Lev/Yaku Morisuke, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Kindaichi Yuutarou/Kunimi Akira, Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei, Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, Aone Takanobu/Futakuchi Kenji, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, Tendou Satori/Ushijima Wakatoshi, Semi Eita/Shirabu Kenjirou, Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi, Miya Osamu/Suna Rintarou, Kita Shinsuke/Ojiro Aran

Additional Tags: This was random, Angst, Smut, Fluff, Shit tons of kinks, too lazy to list them all - Freeform, Yandere, Some old and young au's, Haikyuu Month

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[ao3feed-daisuga]

Haikyuu Team Chats

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/44118709

by KittyKat2515

A bunch of chaotic gc madness between our beloved haikyuu characters. If you've read my Gay Volleyball Chatfic then you'll be seeing references to that in here

Words: 5823, Chapters: 7/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, M/M

Relationships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, Bobata Kazuma/Futamata Takeharu, Miya Osamu/Suna Rintarou, Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi, Akagi Michinari/Komori Motoya, Ginjima Hitoshi/Oomimi Ren, Daishou Suguru/Terushima Yuuji, Kita Shinsuke/Ojiro Aran, Konoha Akinori/Washio Tatsuki, Kuguri Naoyasu/Shibayama Yuuki, Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Kindaichi Yuutarou/Kunimi Akira, Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, Kamasaki Yasushi/Moniwa Kaname, Hiroo Kouji/Sakishima Isumi, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Takeda Ittetsu/Ukai Keishin

Additional Tags: Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Chatting & Messaging, Song Lyrics, Lyric Pranks, Nishinoya Yuu & Tanaka Ryuunosuke are Bros, Yandere lyric prank, Iwaizumi Hajime Is So Done, Haikyuu mom squad, Mentioned Michimiya Yui, Michimiya and Suga are little shits, Pranks, Everyone being little shits

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[terushimooo]

FAMILY FIRST

Mafia/Yakuza Au — Kindaichi x f! Reader

A/n: HAPPY SUPER BELATED BIRTHDAY FAIRY, ILY!! (In case you saw the original MASTERLIST with a different fic attached under my name, no you didn’t.) Thank you to the trifecta — Roco, Bee, and Emi — for looking over and editing my fic!

W/c: 13.2k

T/w: Yandere, dubcon/noncon touching, basically incest (refer to each other as brother and sister an unholy, sexual amount, but not blood related), noncon/dubcon drugging, noncon infidelity (done by the reader), public touching, alcohol and cigarette use, stalking.

Summary: There are three sides to every story; yours, theirs, and the truth. And the truth is, you’ve betrayed your brother, you’ve betrayed the family. You might not comprehend the gravity of your actions, of what it means to be family, but you will — Kindaichi will make sure of it.

Dancing just off the tip of your tongue are the words that define your future. They’re the words you’ve spent countless days crafting to perfection, and countless nights mulling over in a series of cold sweats and anxiety.

They’re just a grasp away, all you have to do is take them…

And you do, but just not in the way you imagined.

You seize them with a lick of your lips, a wavering voice, and an audible gulp.

“I… I can take care of myself now...”

He almost laughs, thinking you’re playing some kind of cruel joke. Kindaichi expects you to take it back, to sink your body into his embrace, to laugh it off like all the times before. But then you open your mouth again, and then your mask begins to crack. Slicked malice drips from an innocent pout as you rip out what’s left of your best friend’s heart.

“I don’t… I don’t need you anymore.”

You almost wince at your voice, at the meek sentence just barely making itself known. You expect to be reprimanded, you expect to be disciplined, but most of all, you expect to be punished.

But you’re not. Not a single hand is laid upon you, not a single insult hurled in your direction. Instead, all you’re met with is a lopsided smirk and a face full of smoke.

The ominous gray clings to your flesh; the tendrils of acrid poison seeping into your pores, burning their way deep into your chest.

Weak coughs from virgin lungs fill the air as the white stick of cancer is placed lazily into your parted lips. You don’t dare spit it out, and you don’t dare let it die. Shaky breaths draw the smoky embers back to life in an unsteady hitch.

“A final present,” he claims, and you know it to be true.

Every breath you take, every breath he allows you to take, it’s a gift. Whether it's you, or the arsenic slipping down your throat, standing in front of Kindaichi is his most prized possession.

The brooding male scoffs, slanted eyes meeting yours in a fierce, almost mocking glare.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Kindaichi walks away without a single glance backwards. A slow gait overtaking his strides as you watch him light another stick of carcinogens, as you watch him bring it to his lips with a gentle shake to his hands.

A plume of white follows the dark-haired male as he vanishes into the night, as he disappears between the crowds of people.

That’s the last you see of him, your best friend, your family — the man you consider your brother.

But it’s certainly not the last he sees of you.

In his defence, you can’t possibly make it any easier. It’s like you want him to notice, it’s like you’re asking to be seen. Old habits die hard, and you just can't seem to shake the comfort of your nii-chan.

Why else would you parade around his complex in that skimpy little skirt, the one you know is his favourite. Or how about that job you got, the one just across from his workplace? Whether you realize it or not, everything you do, you do because of him. It can’t be a coincidence, it just can’t.

Not when he hears your name on the lips of his friends, not when he sees your provocative pictures strewn across the feeds of their social media. You’re doing this on purpose, you’re doing this to entice him — and that’s exactly the reason why he has to do this, why he has to follow you, cataloguing your every action, taking pictures to cement them into his fickle memory.

The two of you have been together for so long, your whole lives if he’s being honest. Your identity is so deeply woven into his that there’s no way to possibly negate the overlaps. Where one of you starts, the other one ends… and maybe, maybe it’s even more than that. Maybe you can’t even be classified as separate individuals.

That’s certainly what you believed to be true. It’s what you spewed in his face, voice laced with venom and vehement as you stormed out of your shared apartment, as you shattered his heart.

Unhealthy, toxic, controlling, manipulative.

Kindaichi bangs his fist against the wall of his room, your words playing on repeat in his rattling skull. He’s not even sure where you learned these terms, how your simple little brain grasped the concepts of anything beyond an obedient yes.

It takes a series of deep breaths. It takes Kindaichi having to count to ten — maybe four or five times �� but he’s finally able to see things clearly, he’s finally able to see that this isn’t you. It’s them.

They filled your soul with poison. They filled your mind with delusions. And they filled your heart with betrayal.

He’s more than ready to bubble over in rage, to storm down the streets of Miyagi and rip you away from your newfound sense of safety. But he knows it’s not your fault. This pattern will only repeat itself until he solves the root of the problem; until he deals with your friends, your coworkers, even the old lady next door.

If they’re not with him, then they’re against him. And to be against Kindaichi, to try and rip his sweet little sister away from his loving grasp, well, that’s a death sentence in itself.

As the sun beats down on Kindaichi, hair styled to rest against his head, he can’t help but scoff. It’s always the same for you. Day in and day out, again and again, you run on a routine so predictable, he could recite it in his sleep.

Sitting at his usual table, watching you work in the small cafe across the street, he only laughs.

This, this is exactly why you need him.

He’s been tailing you all day, all week, all month — ever since you decided to leave, ever since you decided you were too good for him. And here you are, clumsy figure stumbling over your own two feet, silly mistakes adding up into a series of stern reprimands, and an irritated boss ready to cut you loose. All your actions just point to that of a careless child, a clueless mind, completely unaware of the watchful gaze following your every move.

You wanted to be all grown up, you wanted to do things on your own — so here you are, doing all that, but in the face of danger. And what are you doing about it? What’s your next step? How can you protect yourself when you don’t even realize the constant threats to your life?

Kindaichi realizes his mistakes. He realizes he never should’ve let you out of the house, of the compound, in the first place. Maybe if you stayed put, if you stayed where you belonged, you never would’ve gotten these grandiose ideas of self-importance, of freedom.

He can only roll his eyes at your immature behaviour, at your juvenile little games. How is that going for you? How is this new, fresh start you so badly desired? Is it everything you always dreamed of? Does independence really taste as good as a stable home, a roof over your head, a belly full of food, and a loving provider?

It doesn’t feel so good, does it? Leaving the caring arms of your childhood friend, your family, your lover — only to end up here, practically on the streets. You’re busting your ass at a shitty job, one you’re not even good at, just to make ends meet.

You’re pathetic.

It’s so obvious to see. You aren’t meant to be alone, you were always meant to be with someone, to be with him — your big brother, your protector.

Don’t you see how easy it is to find you, don’t you see how easy it is just to take you — to wrap thick hands around your delicate throat, to haul you off into the nearest alley, to—

���Hey look!” A voice calls out, “isn’t that turnip head?”

The chipper tone breaks Kindaichi from his thoughts, and just for a moment, his eyes widen in disbelief. Reluctantly, gunmetal eyes tear themselves away from your figure, the familiarity of the address too similar to be a coincidence.

He almost doesn’t believe what he sees, he almost can’t comprehend that it’s real. Kindaichi tries not to let it show, but his cocked brow and his mouth hanging just slightly agape give away his shock. It’s almost impossible to mask the surprise he feels as he’s confronted with familiar faces, adversaries of the past, a languished king and a spit of fire.

“Hinata?” He questions, “Kageyama… I didn’t—”

“Shut up!” A loud voice cuts through Kindaichi’s sentence, agitated hands of the dark-haired setter finding their way into the collar of Hinata’s T-shirt. “You can’t just say things like that! You’re making a scene!”

“What? No I’m not!” Hinata shakes his head, ripping his body away from his friend, “it’s him, isn’t it!?”

“It’s rude to point out strangers!” Kageyama aims his finger towards Kindaichi in an almost hypocritical manner. “Besides, he doesn’t even look like— oh,” he stutters, eyes finally coming over to scan the man in question, to take in his old teammate's rugged form.

Since their years at Kitagawa middle, and even more so since their years competing throughout high school, a lot has changed.

Kindaichi’s different now, muscles bulging through a fitted black tee, cuts and scars littering his once pristine skin. There’s a cut on his lip, one left untreated, scabbing and green with what looks like infection. Even Kindaichi winces when he looks in the mirror, but it’s not his fault — it’s yours.

Without you there to take care of his injuries, to patch up the broken skin on his knuckles, to stitch up the gashes on his tender torso, what’s he supposed to do? You left him here to suffer, to fester — and he’ll be sure to pay it back to you in kind.

Kindaichi stretches his body forward in an almost predatory motion, chair pushing backwards so he can rest his elbows against ripped jeans and bruised knees. As blemished hands hang below, rings adorning his thick fingers, skin splattered in what looks to be caked-on blood — both Hinata and Kageyama can’t help but shiver at the differences. Not even realizing the small shake of their bodies, the shifting of weight in their demure posture, the two are inadvertently eager to get away.

The agreeable spiker of their past looks nothing like this dark and looming figure in front of them. His hair is no longer spiked in its signature shape, but instead, long pieces lay flat against his head, the sides sporting a thin, buzzed off style.

The only reason Hinata recognized him in the first place, was the golden gleam of his pendent. The thin rectangle hanging loosely from his neck, the front face embedded with his sister's birthstone — it’s unmistakable. That, and the tattoo resting just at the base of his neck, the date of your birth spelt out in small, Roman numerals.

Kageyama’s the first to speak up, clearing his throat as he stutters over his words. “I guess…” He starts, “I guess it really is you, Kindaichi-senpai.”

The irritated male just sits there, fingers lacing in anxiety as frantic eyes dash to the faces of the people around him, hands coming up to shush his two companions, to motion them into taking a seat.

Kindaichi’s response comes out gruttal, just barely over a whisper and tinged with annoyance. “What are you two doing here?”

His eyes dart past the two, not even taking note of their quickly seated forms. He’s too focused on you, grateful that even with all the commotion, you’re still completing your tasks, you’re still completely oblivious to his presence.

When the pair finally speak up, stumbling over each other's words, overlapping each other’s sentences, Kindaichi’s had enough. He makes it known with the rapid slam of an open hand against the mesh of his table.

“Enough.” Kindaichi’s eyes shift between the two before settling on the twitching ginger.

“Hinata,” he calls out, “while it is nice to see some old acquaintances, I’m really quite busy. Tell me exactly why you’re here.”

“Busy? You don't look—” A sharp punch to the smaller figure’s arm has Hinata shutting up and refocusing with an agitated, ouch.

“I mean,” he starts, shooting daggers at his friend before turning his attention to Kindaichi. “We’re here to see Kageyama’s girlfriend.”

Kindaichi cocks a brow, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest. “A girlfriend, huh? For Kageyama?”

Confusion’s clearly written across Kindaichi’s face as Hinata holds back his laughter, as Kageyama holds back his irritation.

“Yeah,” the spiky-haired ginger continues, “his girlfriend! Kageyama’s been bragging about her all week, saying she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to him. You know— all that sappy stuff! I’m just here to see her.”

Hinata leans closer, faking a whisper as he brings a hand to block the side of his mouth, “I’m just here to see if she’s real.”

“Shut up, boke!” Kageyama lifts his arm to lay another slap against his offending friend, but one sharp look from Kindaichi has the previous king settling back into his seat, an irritated huff leaving his twitching lips.

Neither Kindaichi nor Hinata can make out the mumbling coming from their flushed and embarrassed companion. Both just share a look of confusion and a quirk of their brows before Kindaichi speaks up.

“Shouldn’t you guys be going then? Wouldn’t want to keep this girlfriend waiting, now would you?”

Kageyama looks like he’s about to explode, ready to prove he does in fact have a girlfriend. Kindaichi watches as he opens his lips, as he mouths unspoken words, as he clenches his fists open and shut on the table in front of him. But he doesn’t do anything. Despite the redhead laughing beside him, despite the smirk laying across his senpai’s face, Kageyama remains calm — so unlike his previous self, so unlike the tyrannical king Kindaichi’s come to expect.

Instead, the setter just pushes himself up and out of his seat. He bows his body in agreeance.

“You’re right,” he concedes, “we should be going, right Hinata?”

The burning bubble of energy shoots up after his companion, an obnoxiously loud, YUP, flowing out from loose lips.

Despite their overwhelming presence, and their completely unnecessary, energetic personalities, Kindaichi can’t help but feel content for the pair as they walk away from his table. It’s a shock to say the least. To be honest, a large part of Kindaichi always thought that those two would end up together — they seem to suit each other so well. No one other than Hinata even seemed capable of handling Kageyama’s underlying anger issues, the short temper, his ever-present shitty personality. But here he is, apparently, in a healthy relationship.

And Kindaichi couldn’t be happier.

That is until he takes a closer look, until he follows the pair with scorching eyes.

He expects them to leave, to hail a cab, or at the very least walk a good distance out of sight. But they don’t. Instead, they cross the street. They walk right into the shop he’s been so carefully monitoring.

Just like that, with no more than a gust of wind, all the happiness Kindaichi once felt for his previous teammates washes away. In its place, a bitter resentment begins to build, a fit of pungent jealousy creeping up his spine, choking out what little joy had left. Kindaichi watches as you place down your tray of drinks, as you launch yourself into the arms of the awkward setter.

The loud slam of Kindaichi’s fist has all the patrons around him recoiling in fear, but he hardly even notices. Not with your arms wrapped around a scrawny neck, plump lips peppering the setter’s face with a series of kisses.

Kindaichi wonders if you know, if this is all part of your silly little game to make him jealous, to win him back. Maybe you’re smarter than he gives you credit for, maybe he should’ve been watching you closer. Or maybe, maybe you really are just really fucking dumb. Maybe you are the stupid little puppy he always thought you were — the stupid puppy he now has to retrain from scratch.

Most people would look away, most people would leave it at that, letting the so-called happy couple live their lives in peace. But not Kindaichi. Not your brother.

He absolutely cannot accept this revelation, he refuses to even acknowledge its existence. He can’t leave you like this, he won’t. Kindaichi hardens his resolve, promising to end this, to do whatever it takes — all to keep his baby sister out of the hands of this disgusting piece of trash.

And so he watches. Every twitch of your lip, every sway of your hips, every twirl of your hair. He commits all your sins to memory, all the things he knows he’s going to punish both you, and your silly little friend, for committing.

The final straw comes on a Friday, on your day off work.

Call it instinct, one that’s never led him astray, or call it coincidence. Kindaichi knew from the moment he woke up that something was wrong, something was off. Already, at six in the morning, his phone was ringing off the hook.

Endless calls sent to voicemail, the constant stream of texts, the non-stop vibrations from a trivial device — it’s enough to have the angry brute ready to throw his phone, ready to smash it against the wall.

Kindaichi raises his hand, swinging his arm back in anticipation. A disgruntled cry leaving his lips as he bargains with the inanimate object.

“Shut the fuck up or I’ll smash you to shit!”

But he stops himself, voice heavy with an empty threat, hands coming down reluctantly to drop the device onto his sweat-stained sheets. He can’t destroy it, not when it holds his most prized possessions, his whole archive of you.

At the next trill of his phone, he brings the infuriating device to his ear, an angry, WHAT, huffs out into the cold morning air.

The line is silent, and despite his neighbours, Kindaichi’s ready to yell even louder into the phone if he doesn't receive an answer. He opens his mouth, a growl already forming in the base of his chest, but he’s cut off by a frantic, almost panicked voice clogging the line.

“B-boss. They’re here. Where have you been? I tried calling— I’ve sent a million texts. Did you not see them? I tried— they— I can’t believe they would—”

Kindaichi hangs up. The dull tone ringing out on both ends of the phone. But his message is clear. The next time his informant calls back, within a matter of seconds, the line is silent. He’s waiting for instruction.

“Good,” Kindaichi bites out. “Now tell me, what’s the problem.”

“Boss, I—”

“Get to the point Watari, I don’t have all day to waste on someone like you. Do you understand?”

A loud gulp is all that can be heard from the other end of the receiver. “P-perfectly.”

The next words that follow have Kindaichi sobering up, wiping the sleep from his eyes and shooting up into a straight, rigid position.

Of all the times they had to come, of all the times they had to test the boundaries, why did it have to be now — when he’s supposed to be monitoring you.

“Shit,” he mumbles under his breath, frustration building on the tip of his tongue. There’s no denying this is bad, almost detrimental if he doesn’t act fast.

With all four of the top bosses out testing the limits of their own territory, it’s Kindaichi’s job to monitor this one. And yet somehow, under his watchful eye, two nameless, faceless members of a rivalling family managed to worm their way into this territory, into his territory.

Kindaichi bites his cheek, cursing angrily and bubbling with frustration. It hurts to know his efforts clearly hadn’t been enough. He was so sure that he was on top of everything, so sure he could manage both responsibilities left on his shoulders. But obviously, he grew overconfident, he grew cocky — he simply became too comfortable.

And look where that’s left him. Now he’s infested, now he has to weed out the sickness crawling around in his city, the rats scurrying around in the gutters. Instead of spending his time with his precious sister, he’s forced to turn his attention to the parasite of a different faction.

A clammy hand runs through tangled locks, brushing the thick strands back as he tilts his head upward. Silent curses leave his lips as he listens to his informant, as he weighs his options back and forth.

He knows where they’ll be, these two leeches. But if he’s tailing them, if he’s disposing of this… complication — then he can’t be with you. He can’t be watching over and protecting his most precious possession from danger.

Kindaichi wouldn’t trust anyone in the world with your safety. No one loves you like he does. No one is as dedicated as he is. That’s why he refuses to hire someone else, it’s why he works himself to exhaustion juggling both, seemingly impossible tasks.

But as much as Kindaichi wishes it were up to him, the name flashing across his screen, cutting across his informant’s call, tells him he doesn’t have a single say in the matter.

Oikawa.

Kindaichi’s mouth feels dry, his throat parched of moisture, and his brow building with sweat as he hears the flittering voice of his boss across the speakers.

“Yoohoo, Kindaichi-san!” There’s a pause before he continues, Oikawa’s voice dropping much lower, and much more threatening as he continues. “I thought you had this under control, kōhai. I thought you said you could handle this.”

“I—”

“Did you forget your deal?” Another stretch of silence. “Did you forget the little thing I overlooked the other day?

“No, I—”

“Do you want me to tell Iwa-chan about our little secret?”

Oikawa’s voice drops to a whisper and Kindaichi can almost picture the man’s playful expression. He winces internally upon hearing Iwaizumi yelling at the brunette from a distance. “Do you want me to tell him about your little runaway?”

Kindaichi’s response is instant, no, of course not.

The dark-haired male stiffens, nausea bubbling deep within his chest as he thinks of the consequences, as he imagines the punishment both of you will have to face for you leaving the family unscathed.

Oikawa doesn’t have to say any more, the underlying message is more than apparent.

Fix this, or else.

So that’s what Kindaichi does, he fixes it — or at the very least, he tries.

The intel he has on the infiltrators is far from extensive, he’s not even entirely convinced of their genders. The only thing he knows, or as much as he can claim to know, is that they’ll be here — in this run-down bar, wearing the emblem of the crow.

Kindaichi responds in kind, sporting the colours of his own family proudly across his body. If you saw him now, surely, you wouldn’t even recognize your brother.

Not with his hair parted down the middle, locks resting gently against the sides of his temples. It’s almost suffocating, the crisp white dress shirt stretched tightly against a chiselled chest, sleeves rolled just past his forearms to show off the dark lines of black, the thick tattoos of his family lineage. Dark ink curls over the canvas of skin, wrapping around his arms, chest, torso, and even peaking up around his neck. A seafoam green bandana sits securely against a bulging bicep and his family crest rests heavily on decorated fingers. Each ring represents a different doctrine, an earned virtue.

As the enforcer sits back, arms crossed and legs spread wide, he can’t help but scoff in distaste.

Steeled eyes scan the seedy bar as he stands, making his way to the railing overlooking the floor beneath. Kindaichi scrunches his nose in distaste, bringing the glass of chilled whiskey to parched lips with a satisfying clink of his ice. The burn of poison does nothing to settle the aggression in the brooding male as thick fingers wrap around the dark partition in front of him.

Kindaichi’s gaze sweeps across the open layout of the level below, eyes darting from one person to the next. He’s eager to finally get this god-forsaken nightmare over with, eager to find his way back into his loving sister’s arms. But there’s nothing. No sign of trouble, not even a peep of aggression from a single one of the club's many patrons.

Perhaps he should be grateful. As he pulls a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, as he flips open the carton, and as he taps it roughly against a thick thigh — he knows that he should.

Kindaichi wets his lips before bringing the white stick to his mouth, before striking a match on the chipped railing and inhaling the flame into unlit paper. A rich sense of euphoria hits the enforcer harder than he’s willing to admit, the bitter taste of benzene dancing wildly off his tongue. He almost forgets to put out the match, the flame burning dangerously close to his fingertips before he stomps it beneath his heel.

Regardless of whether anyone knows it or not, Kindaichi’s presence is bolstering. He doesn’t even have to do anything, to take any kind of action. His appearance is enough for people to get in line, to behave. The peace of this location just goes to show the control a name has over the facility, the fear his family instills over the territory. But for once, Kindaichi wishes that weren’t the case. All he wants is to end this.

It’s become like a pattern, a routine of sorts. Kindaichi parades around the questionable establishment, working his way through the crows of people, eyes and ears open for any hints, any indication of people who don't belong — people too established, too well off for this broken and washed up enterprise.

How many times has he seen the same faces, how many times has he had the same conversations, been offered the same drugs? The same alcohol? The same sex? It’s more than he can count. He’s just grateful for the matte black watch on his wrist; the ticking hands reminding him that time is still moving, despite everything else appearing to be stationary.

The stench of poverty and rot is completely inescapable. There’s no windows on the premise, just strewn-up canvases splattered and skewed in the name of art. Washed out brick lines the walls of the warehouse, stained and covered in what he can only imagine is a mixture of bodily fluids and bad decisions. Vomit, smoke, sex, sweat, and the sour, bitter smell of alcohol are all so pungent, so present in his surroundings — the air, the tapestries, the carpet — even in the people. Kindaichi can practically taste it, the disgusting flavour forever lingering just off the tip of his tongue.

The music begins to quiet, not that anyone possibly even notices. The patrons are too drunk, too inebriated to form the most basic of sentences. It’s half past three in the morning when he finally spots a glimmer of gold, when his eyes finally flash over the image of an outstretched crow.

Kindaichi thinks they must be brave — incredibly brave or incredibly stupid. These two intruders, despite having what looks to be no backup, stormed into a rivalling territory, with their insignia proudly embroidered across their backs, splayed onto their beaten-down jackets.

But that’s not what catches his eyes, not really. Not when he catches a glimpse of their faces, not when he sees who the figures approach.

All of a sudden, like a punch to the gut, Kindaichi feels lightheaded. Sure-footed strides turn careless and tipsy as he stumbles across the dance floor, as his glass slips from his hand and crashes to the floor, rolling and shattering beneath unsuspecting feet.

“Hey,” a voice calls out angrily, “watch where ‘yer goin’!”

“Dude!”

“Y’all alright?”

“W-what’s ‘is problem?!”

Everywhere Kindaichi goes, hands reaching out and shoving through the crowds, he leaves a wake of destruction, a bitter taste of anger and irritation.

But he barely even notices, he barely even hears it — not that he can hear anything right now anyway. The music, the bass, the conversation, the loud moans of sex — none of that even registers in the enforcer’s ears.

A slam of his fist on a sticky hardwood table has half-filled glasses rattling off their shaky coasters. “Out,” he bites, drawing blood from his already torn lip. Anger seeps from the pores of his skin as Kindaichi realizes that no one’s moved, everyone’s too afraid, too scared to even blink. But that doesn’t matter, it hardly even enters his mind. All he knows is that these people, these insects, simply refuse to listen.

“OUT!” He repeats, spit flying out from an almost frothing mouth. “NOW!”

Kindaichi’s voice is loud and booming with impatience as he knocks the glasses to the ground, as he reaches for the holster on his leg, beginning to draw the hunting knife from its splattered sheath.

For once, he’s grateful for the chaos, for the loud and nauseating symphony of sounds. No one pays him any mind, nothing more than a single glance, and not for more than a second. Everyone’s too caught up in themselves, in seeking their own pleasure. No one can be bothered with a man like Kindaichi.

As he takes a seat at the now vacant booth, conveniently hidden behind a well-placed group of shrubbery, the enforcer’s hands itch to draw his blade, to deal with the vermin scouring his territory.

But he knows better than that. Kindaichi understands he can’t just act, not here, not now. He needs more information — he needs more time, and most importantly, he needs somewhere quiet — somewhere more exclusive.

Kindaichi almost thought he’d hatched the perfect plan, his eyes taking in the female form next to the men branded by the crow. If only he could get her alone, if only he could bribe her off, have her lure the men to where he’d be waiting. It would've been so easy, it would’ve been so perfect. Kindaichi wouldn’t even have to worry about a witness, not when he’d dispose of her shortly after.

But everything is far from perfect, and nothing goes according to plan. Now that he’s closer, now that he’s confirmed his suspicions, a deep sickness settling into the marrow of his bones — Kindaichi can’t do it.

If he wasn’t sure of their identity before he is now. The orange-headed bundle of energy jumping up behind his dark-haired companion is enough to push aside any doubts, to shove away any confusion. The two infiltrators, the infestation — it’s Hinata and Kageyama.

Normally, Kindaichi has no issue taking care of such a problem, regardless of how personal it feels. He understands that business is just that — it’s business.

But how can he draw that line, how can he make that distinction when sandwiched between the two of them, is you.

He knew from the moment he spotted you across the bar, your figure unmistakable to a doting brother's eyes. But he just didn’t want to believe it, he refused to believe it.

How could you do this to him?

Kindaichi can’t even wrap his mind around the scene in front of him, his innocent, pure little sister, frequenting a place like this — with men like them? Is this where you’ve been sneaking off to? Is there where you went when you told him you were out with friends?

Has he not been a good brother? Has he not warned you? Surely, Kindaichi’s prepared you for situations like this. There’s no denying that you understand what happens here, what your presence here means… what it is that you’re asking for…

If you wanted to rebel, if you wanted to be hurt — if you wanted someone to fuck your stupid little cunt — all you had to do was ask.

As much as Kindaichi wants to lie, and as much as he wants to say you look tacky, hideous — like a fucking ten-dollar prostitute — he can’t.

Kindaichi bounces his leg up and down in irritation, elbows resting against the sticky table, fingers laced in front of gnawed lips. Sharp teeth rip at loose skin as Kindaichi watches, as he takes in the small interactions between you and your so-called boyfriend.

It takes everything he has, every ounce of willpower, not to launch from his booth, not to rip those wandering hands from your supple skin. Even Hinata, with his lips brushing against your ear, telling you a secret that has you bursting out in laughter, fingers dancing over yours as he passes you a drink — it’s too much.

He hates it, he hates every minute, every second of this. But even with a clenched jaw, and nails digging so deep into the palm of his fist that he draws blood, Kindaichi can’t deny that you look beautiful — the absolute epitome of what he thinks is perfection.

A form-fitting dress, beautiful strappy heels, hair and make-up carefully done exactly to his liking — Kindaichi fools himself into thinking this is all for him. You’re doing this because you know he’s here, because you want him to see. This is your way of making it up to him, of crawling your way back into his good graces — and he gladly accepts.

Your older brother isn't a cruel man, he isn’t unfair. He’ll welcome you back into his home, into his life with open arms — you just have to show him how much you love him, how sorry you are for misbehaving.

Everything is perfect. His delusions are almost cemented into his very foundation, except for the hand on the small of your back, the jacket being draped across your shoulders, and the pale orange choker sparking daintily around your neck. The final straw comes when you lift your hand, when a sparkling jewel flashes under the pulsing lights.

It’s a starling realization, one that he refuses to accept. The crest of his rivals, the ones he so deeply hates, rests proudly upon your finger, instead of his own.

The colours of a rivaling gang, the emblem of the crow, a ring of devotion — all are a stark reminder and a rude awakening of what’s unfolded in front of him. What he allowed to happen.

He knows what it means, he understands the claim of family — so why don’t you?

It’s almost like déjà vu, watching you here, cuddled up to Kageyama, joking around with his overzealous companion. Except now it’s real, now, it’s serious. This isn’t a game anymore, you’re not just playing around, trying to make your nii-chan jealous for some harmless prank.

Now, now there has to be consequences. With the ring around your finger, the choker around your neck, and a foreign emblem strewn across your back — you’ve not only betrayed your brother, your family — but you’ve betrayed the clan.

It pains him to do it, more than chopping off the tip of his own pinky — but unlike you and your fickle, disgusting ways, Kindaichi understands loyalty. He understands with the click of his camera, and your betrayal forever immortalized in an image, that this had to be done.

It feels like forever before Kageyama finally gets up, placing a passionate kiss on your lips before taking off towards what he assumes is the bathroom. Kindaichi doesn’t expect such an opening, and certainly not for so long. But when Kageyama doesn’t come back, Kindaichi knows that he’s won. There’s only one piece left to the puzzle, one annoying orange pebble left on his path to victory.

Close to twenty minutes pass before you start to get antsy and Hinata’s practically bouncing with anxiety. It’s not long before your companion follows his friend, pressing his own soft kiss against your cheek and flushing with embarrassment. Both you and Kindaichi watch as the small bundle of energy disappears into the crowd, following the path Kageyama took just moments before him.

Kindaichi physically cannot stop the laugh that rattles from his lungs, he can’t help the second, celebratory stick he lights and brings to his lips. You’re always telling him to stop, telling him how cigarettes are bad for him, that they’ll only shorten his lifespan. But he feels today’s an exception, this is an exception.

After all, what’s a little reward gonna hurt for a job well done?

It’s almost impossible to make out anything.

The bright flicker of neon lights, the deep hum of an inconsistent bass, the jumble of incomprehensible chatter — it’s chaotic… and it feels like home.

With a tense chest and stiff spine, you allow a drawn-out sigh to escape your lips. As you swirl your drink, the plastic straw sloshing the ice to make its own little symphony, you can’t help but admire its simplicity. You can’t help but wish that same element to be mirrored in your own life.

It’s funny, you think, rolling your shoulders and closing your eyes in exhaustion. It’s almost ironic how desperately you try to escape this cycle of bedlam, only to land in the lap of someone just as bad, if not worse.

When you met Kageyama all those weeks ago, you’d never imagined it’d be this way — you’d never dreamed he’d live a life so similar to Kindaichi’s.

Try as you might, it seems you’re tagged — destined to relive the very situation you’ve so adamantly been trying to escape.

When you think about it, you’re not even sure how it happened.

It started with a coffee, nothing crazy, certainly nothing from a fairy tale. But one coffee turned into two, then three, then four — and soon, you found yourself waiting every day for the man you call your own.

It seems strange how the gloomy, short-tempered male managed to wiggle his way into your heart. Perhaps it was the awkwardness of his actions, the sincerity of his tone, the vulnerability he shows in the privacy of your home — or maybe it’s something deeper than that, something you don’t dare to admit.

Despite the fear in your heart, despite the crippling sense of oppression and misogyny — maybe you miss your brother, maybe you miss the way he cares for you, the way he loves you unconditionally. And maybe, just maybe, you see the same qualities in Kageyama. Perhaps it makes you feel that same false sense of safety. And perhaps that’s the reason why you said yes, the reason you accepted his proposal, the reason why you wear his ring on your delicate finger.

A thin wisp of smoke passing in front of your face is all the warning you have before a calloused hand runs up the length of your neck, until thick fingers find their way to the base of your skull, wrapping and intertwining painfully in your carefully done locks.

You don’t have to look to know. The thick air of smoke, the heavy scent of blood and aftershave — even the feel of his grip over your body. Your mouth is opening before you can stop it, the silent whisper of his name slipping off your tongue in fear.

Kindaichi responds in kind, answering back with his own, lifeless tone. “Sister,” he mumbles, and you shiver at his voice. You almost will your eyes to stay shut, praying the figure to your right will all but vanish.

“Funny,” he starts, a vicious bite to his words when you don’t answer back, when you don't meet his gaze. Kindaichi takes the drink from your hand with little resistance, slowly swirling the liquid in an almost taunting manner.

Three words and the heat of embers far too close to your skin have you obeying without a second thought.

“Look at me.”

And you do, you look at your brother, eyes wide and full of terror. You expect to find a harsh glare, a clenched jaw, maybe even blood splattered across his rugged features. But you don't.

You find him unrecognizable, hardly the image of the violent criminal you left behind. And perhaps, perhaps that’s even more terrifying.

“Y— Yū-chan,” you stumble over your sentence, finding it hard to address your childhood friend, your so-called family. “I don’t… I didn’t realize you’d be here…”

You wince, eyes momentarily squeezing shut as his fist clenches even tighter around your hair, as your scalp begins to beg for reprieve. You try to lift your hands, to stop him, to swat away the offending limb from your body. But a sharp glare stops you in your tracks, a low snarl sends shivers up your spine.

“No?” He questions, lip quirking in both amusement and irritation. “If you didn’t know I’d be here, then what, my dear sister, are you doing here?”

A silence stretches over the two of you as Kindaichi lets go of your hair, as he brings his hand to cup your heated cheek.

You’ve never seen him so well dressed, so put together. If not for the cigarette hanging from his lips, the tattoos crawling up the expanse of skin, his piercing gaze or the notable pendant hanging around his neck — you couldn’t even dream of identifying the male in front of you.

It’s terrifying.

But even that might not be a strong enough word to describe the way you feel. Your body shakes uncontrollably under your brother's grasp, under his stern and watchful gaze.

You freeze when a hand comes to wrap around your bicep; when bruising fingertips come to dig into flesh. Panic begins to bubble when you watch him place down your glass, when your brother spits an unfinished cigarette onto the soiled ground.

A pathetic whimper leaves quivering lips as you watch him reach for the holster, the one you’ve strapped to his thigh countless times. Eyes are blown wide as your brother draws his blade from its sheath. The shining metal gleams off the strobing lights as he points it your direction with a predatory gaze.

“Yū-chan, I—”

He lifts the knife to his lips before pressing it against yours, a silent, shhhh, slipping out between clenched teeth. He doesn’t have to say anything more. The sharp blade effectively silences any form of complaint or resistance you might feel inclined to share.

“Do you think I’m stupid?”

A confused, huh, nearly slips past your lips, your eyebrows a second away from quirking in surprise.

“N— no, Kin— Yū-chan.” You stutter over how to address him, unsure of formalities. “I— I don’t think you’re stupid, not at all!”

For a second, when dark eyes meet yours, you almost think you see defeat, and somewhere beyond that — a glimpse of sadness.

But just as quick as it appears, it vanishes all the same. Sad eyes are replaced with blinding rage, with slanted brows and a sharp scowl.

“That’s a pretty necklace, sister.” You almost cry as you feel Kindaichi’s blade drag along your skin, as you feel it slip beneath the sparkling jewels adorning your neck. “It kind of looks like a collar, the kind my mother used to wear — don’t you think?”

You stiffen at his words, letting the weight of his accusation sink in as he watches for a reaction, for your understanding.

“Is this your idea of a good time?” He asks. “Is this what you do for fun?”

A thick hand grips your fragile arm. You wince as you feel your flesh give way to your brother's angry grasp. “Tell me Imouto, do you like making your nii-chan upset?”

“N— no,” you wince, desperately trying to wriggle your arm from his grasp. Even with the help of your other hand and the weight of your body, you can't seem to break free. “Please,” you beg, “it’s not like that, I—”

“You what?” Kindaichi quirks his brow, tugging you forward harshly so that your head comes crashing into his chest. Your breath hitches as your brother tilts your face to meet his, breath fanning over your already heated cheeks.

A smirk spreads across his lazy lips as he takes in your flustered form. One look from your older brother and it seems like all the fight has left your body. “Tell me then. Tell me what it’s like, puppy.”

“I just…” your eyes dart to the floor, ears heating with humiliation and shame. “I just wanted…”

“Speak up.”

You rub your thighs together nervously, the friction causing you to bite your lip.

“Oh,” he mocks, “I see how it is.”

“N— no.” Your voice comes out weak, not at all the way you want it to. But you can’t help it, not with the way Kindaichi looks at you, with disappointment and disgust swirling violently over his features, pooling deep within his eyes. You try your best to explain, to justify your actions. “It’s— it’s not like that, Yūtaro I—”

“Oh?” He starts, quirking his brow in mock confusion. “It’s not, is it? You’re just some dumb pet, some stupid little puppy who doesn’t understand what she’s doing? A dumb little bitch waiting around for her master to come back? Do I have it right?”

Your brother's words are demeaning, they degrade every moral, and every step of independence you’ve worked so hard to regain. But as you feel the cool metal against heated skin, you can only nod your head in slow, careful movements. You wince at the sudden movement, at the way his blade begins to dig into your flesh.

“Ah, I see.” Kindaichi mirrors your nod, a calmness seeming to appear across his face before he brings the weapon to its side. “Then you won’t mind if I just… if I do this, right?

You know it’s coming but when Kindaichi turns the blade, suddenly, you can’t breathe. He presses the edge against your restraint, against your jewelry. And before you have a chance to react, your brother’s ripping the knife forward, he’s causing you to choke, to cry out in a series of pathetic whimpers. With a final, deep grunt, Kindaichi frees the confines from your neck.

“There,” he coos, a finger tracing the red line left from your necklace, “no more collars for the bitch in heat, not unless they’re mine.”

Kindaichi grabs your chin between his fingers, or at least as much as the knife in his hand allows him to. He forces your gaze upwards, rubbing his nose gently against yours, searching your eyes for understanding. “Got it?”

You can only nod, body shaking from fear as he lets you go, as he rests his free hand solely on the handle of his blade.

Maybe you’ve been away from home for too long, maybe that’s why you’ve forgotten your manners, why you’re reaching for the glittering jewels strewn across the floor. But Kindaichi hasn’t forgotten, and he makes sure to remind you with another rough grip to your chin and a stern kiss to your lips.

When you cry out his name, he only scoffs, irritation rolling off his body in waves of anger.

“Is that how you address me now?” You freeze at his implication, as the lips he presses against you in a chaste, possessive kiss, turns into something more, into something violent. A bite to your lip has your eyes watering when you taste a bitter copper on your tongue, when he demands a proper answer. “Am I not your nii-chan anymore?”

Despite your best efforts to respond, to defend yourself and your decisions to your brother, not a single word leaves your lips. Instead, you moan at your brother's touch, at the grip around your bicep, at the thumb tracing patterns in your cheek. And that’s enough, that’s enough for Kindaichi.

In contrast to his tough exterior, to the bloodied and bruised man you know your brother to be, Kindaichi is nothing but sensitive — vulnerable even. You should’ve known he wouldn’t let you go. You should’ve known he’d find out… about all of this.

As you sit in front of your brother, legs shaking wildly with fear, his eyes raking up and down your body — taking in your figure, your makeup, your clothing, your jewelry, and the foreign leather jacket strewn across your shoulders — you know that it’s over. You know that you’re fucked.

Flighty eyes dart across the venue, desperate for help, contact, acknowledgement — anything! But those who do notice, those who see your brother dragging the blade of his knife along your tender skin, they do nothing but smile and look away. They’re too high, too fucked up to discern what’s right and wrong.

Your only hope lies with Kageyama and Hinata, with the two men you expect will pop back up any moment now. But as the seconds keep ticking, it doesn’t look like either will be coming back… not anytime soon…

The only other person you dream to rely on is the bartender, the one approaching the two of you in an utmost haste.

You open your mouth, the silent pleas for help ready to slip off your tongue — but the man stops you, essentially saving you from what you can only imagine would’ve been nothing but pain and suffering.

The bartender bows to your brother, deep and low with the utmost respect. “O-oyabun.” The title slips from his mouth as if it’s second nature, laced with fear, but second nature.

Your eyes flash between your brother and the bartender, the man who’d previously laughed with you, joked around, served you drinks — had almost been your friend. And now he stands there, hand placed forward, palms facing the sky, and eyes watching the blade trace along your skin.

Your mind, your body, even your soul — all are in complete shock. With eyes wide, body stiff, and a soft air of disbelief leaving your lips, you try to make sense of your situation, of this newfound information. A simple, disrespectful, what, leaves your throat before a hand can come up to stop it.

Neither male so much as glances your direction, Kindaichi just tilts his head, a low, kobun, leaving his chest in acknowledgment of the figure across the bar.

Your brother's voice brings tears to your eyes. You can’t explain why, it’s the same as always. You don’t even know what he’s saying, but you’re practically in hysterics when he asks for the special, the stuff kept in the back for disagreeable females.

“T-the special?” The bartender’s eyes go wide as he glances between the two of you, as he asks again, “a-are you sure? She seems—”

The two of you flinch, recoiling back in fear as Kindaichi slams down his knife, as the blade sits lodged deep within the sticky hardwood, in between the bartender’s fingers, just centimetres away from his palm.

No more needs to be said, the balding man disappears between the double doors of the bar in what looks like the blink of an eye.

Before you can protest, before you can even open your mouth to form the words of rebellion, the stuttering man is back in front of your brother, shaking palms once again facing the upwards, a little white baggy on display for the three of you to see.

You don’t have to ask what it contains, if there’s one thing your brother taught you, it’s how to recognize various products. Scanning the baggie with wavering eyes, you instinctively know the powder as GHB.

Your heat drops in fear, a thin sheen of sweat rapidly building across your body.

Kindaichi slides the glass of your unfinished drink towards the bartender with a simple command, “mix it.”

This time, at your brother’s instructions, there’s no hesitation. You watch through blurry vision and burning tears as the white powder is lightly sprinkled over the remaining ice, as Kindaichi demands for, more.

“N— nii-chan, please.” You beg your brother with wide eyes, desperation and fear hanging off of every syllable don’t make me do this, don’t make me drink this, I—”

“Enough,” he bites, taking the glass and slamming it down onto the bar. You wince as some of the liquid sloshes onto his hand, onto the dark surface beneath him. His gaze turns to you, eyes full of menace and a hidden, darker promise — one he’s sure to keep if you don’t comply, if you don't drink from the glass being brought to your mouth, if you don't open your lips and swallow down the liquid, NOW.

Your face scrunches up at the bitter taste, the powder clearly not mixed well enough to be concealed.

The effect is almost instant, or at least it feels that way. You can’t be sure if it’s building up from the drinks, or from the sheer shock of meeting your brother here, now, in a place like this. Either way, your already reeling mind is completely gone when you swallow down the last drop of liquid, when Kindaichi finally pulls the glass from your lips.

Somewhere along the line, in a mix of anxiety and stress, you forget to inhale. How can you even think to breathe with the disapproving glare from your brother, with the nervous sweat of the bartender?

As if you hadn’t done it to yourself, you lean forward in panic, coughing and spitting in a desperate attempt for air. But the strong grip on your bicep and a new hand wrapped around your throat has you sobering up, has you still in his grasp.

The moan that leaves your lips doesn’t sound like your own.

“P— please nii-chan,” your eyes are blown out and wide with fear as you seek reassurance. “I’m scared.”

“Don’t be scared.” A soft chuckle leaves Kindaichi's lips as he lifts you from your seat, as he tosses aside your jacket, as he places you onto his lap. “I’ve got you,” he promises, “your big brother’s here to take care of you, to protect you.”

And for a moment, with lids growing heavy, you believe him.

Your mind tells you to panic, that you should get up and run — scream for help — anything. But your body begs you to stay, it melts to the touch of your brother, moulding your back to the ridges of a chiseled chest.

You close your eyes in bliss at the hands running up and down your body, at the fingers tracing patterns along your thighs, toying with the hem of your dress.

It’s wrong.

This is wrong.

So why are you moaning, why are arching your back at your brother’s touch? It’s disgusting how your body reacts, how your arousal already starts to gather between your legs.

It’s impossible to deny how badly you want this, how badly you need your brother’s touch. But as you squirm in his lap, you’re not even sure what you’re begging for.

“P— please.” Soft pants leave your lips as a rugged hand finds its way to your chest, as Kindaichi gropes your sensitive flesh. You gasp when fingers toy with the edge of your panties, when your brother dips a digit beneath the dampening fabric.

Kindaichi brings his lips to your cheek, pressing soft, open mouthed kisses on heated flesh.

“What is it?” He asks, “does my little puppy feel weird?”

You don't have to answer for Kindaichi to understand. Your heated face, your burning ears, the way you wiggle your hips ever so slightly against his growing erection — it tells your brother everything he needs to know.

His sister’s such a dirty little slut.

Kindaichi can’t help but tease you, he feels like he’s owed this. After all, you’ve given your older brother such a hard time lately, making him chase you all across the prefecture. And for what? All for a silly little game.

The least he can do is have a little fun, and it seems like the bartender agrees too.

Kindaichi spares the man a casual glance, not too concerned with the plump, sweating figure standing just off to the side. Kindaichi has half a mind to send him away, to excuse the employee from his presence — but the other half of his mind tends to like the way beady eyes trace over your figure, the way a fat tongue comes out to wet greasy lips.

Kindaichi doesn’t have to look past the bartender’s flushed face to know the old man’s sporting a thick, painful erection, cock leaking uncontrollably for his beautiful sister.

When the two men’s eyes meet, the bartender pales. It’s obvious he’s been caught, there’s no denying the fact. A bead of sweat drops to the floor as the man stands, waiting for a suitable punishment from his ruthless boss.

Instead, he finds himself rewarded.

Kindaichi shifts the two of you with seamless ease, facing your bodies toward the old man and placing your legs over both sides of his thighs. You squeal in surprise, opening your eyes in shock to meet the flushed and shaking man in front of you.

As if on instinct, you try to slam your thighs shut in embarrassment, not liking the pair of foreign eyes on your most delicate parts. But you should know better by now.

You’re not in control. You don’t decide what happens. You never have and you never will. Everything you do, it's always at your brother’s discretion.

“None of that, puppy.” Kindaichi tuts his disapproval, holding your legs even wider with the spread of his knees and a rough palm to your thigh.

If he wants this man to see, if he wants a second pair of eyes watching as he pulls aside the lace, as thick fingers come to spread your delicate lips — then that's exactly what's going to happen.

You gasp at the hot breath on your neck, at the teasing words in your ear and the digits slowly stroking the growing arousal between your legs. “Tell this nice man here exactly what feels weird, yeah?”

You turn your head to meet Kindaichi’s gaze, face hot with humiliation and shame. You don’t even manage to get out a single syllable before your brother’s reprimanding you, before he’s letting you know he’s unhappy.

“Wrong answer,” he grunts, a rough slap coming down on your clit. Your body jerks forward at the impact, pain spreading across your lower limbs as you try to wriggle free. You don’t make it far, your body quickly stopped by the thick forearm of your brother.

Loud whimpers quickly turn to drawn out moans as calloused fingers come to circle your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Your brother smirks at your agitated form, at the desperate shake to your hips. “What’s wrong?” He teases, tongue coming out to lap at your skin.

“Cat got your tongue?”

A deep chuckle leaves his chest as you whimper in his grasp, unable to answer either way.

“That's okay,” he reassures you, sloppy lips pressing their way up and down your neck. You moan at the vibrations of his voice as he makes his next request, as he demands you repeat after him.

A sharp bite to your neck has you jolting out of your haze, focusing solely on your brother's words.

“I want you to tell me, to tell this nice man here, what a little slut you are, how you always tease your big brother like this.” Kindaichi grins at the shiver of your body, and the way your slick begins to drip down onto the crotch of his pants.

“I want you to tell him about how you always prance around like this — just asking to be fucked. I want you to show him what a dirty little slut my sister is, yeah?”

Your brother waits for your response, growing irritated when he doesn’t receive a verbal confirmation — just breathy moans and heavy pants. A hand slips its way under the top of your dress, fingers finding their way onto a hardened nipple before twisting and pinching at the sensitive flesh. You arch your back and cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Kindaichi smirks at the tiny whines that leave your lips, at the way your body thrashes in a feeble attempt to escape his touch. When he’s sure you’re listening, when he’s sure you're giving him your undivided attention, he asks again.

“Do you understand? Can you do that for me?”

It’s too much.

Hot breath fanning across the expanse of your skin, lewd lips taunting and teasing across your heated flesh. Your body spasms as Kindaichi rubs his fingers along the slick of your folds, as he traces patterns against the sensitive bundle beneath the lips of your sex.

You moan your understanding through gritted teeth, a simple, yes, rolling freely from your mouth.

Your body shakes from the intensity of calloused fingers slipping between your legs, from relentless digits twisting and groping at your sensitive chest. A tightness begins to build in the base of your spine, a pressure spreading deep in your stomach that has you whining out for more, that has you begging for your nii-chan.

But it’s not good enough, and Kindaichi lets you know that with another slap to your clit.

You almost scream at the sensation, at the sudden stop of blinding pleasure. When you still don’t answer, when you don’t give your brother what he wants, another slap lands itself on your sensitive clit. And this time, when his hand comes down to meet the wet slick between your legs, tears of pain and frustration roll freely down your cheeks.

Kindaichi doesn’t have to repeat himself, not again. As you wriggle in your brother's lap, drooling pussy grinding against his hardened erection, lewd praises roll loosely off your lips.

“Please nii-chan.” Tears continue to drip down your face. “Please, I’m such a little slut.”

You rock your hips wildly against your brother, moaning and convulsing at every touch of your throbbing clit. “I’m such a little slut, wearing all my nii-chain’s favourite clothes, prancing around in the hopes that he’ll see me.”

You bite down on your lip, loud whines leaving your chest as Kindaichi places his hands on your hips, as he stops any movement, any friction you so desperately try to chase.

“Please,” you cry, turning your head to meet your brother’s gaze, eyes glassy with unshed tears. Your voice comes out much weaker, and much more broken than you expect — and it drives Kindaichi feral.

The last string of your brother’s restraint snaps when a silent plea escapes your mouth, when wet lashes bat across your cheeks and a tongue comes to wet your lips. “Please,” you beg, “I— I’m asking you to fuck me.”

And just like that, Kindaichi’s seeing red. Before you even have a chance to blink, you find yourself thrown on top of the bar table. You gasp as the air is forced from your lungs, as heavy hands come to rest firmly upon your back, pressing your body even deeper into the hardwood.

“Shit,” he bites, breath coming out in heavy pants as he lifts the edge of your dress over your ass, as he slips your panties down shaky legs. Kindaichi runs a calloused hand along the smooth expanse of your skin, landing a harsh slap to your cunt before moaning at the way you cry and writhe beneath him.

“So that's what you wanted all along, huh? You wanted your nii-chan to fuck you? You wanted your big brother’s fat cock to fuck your slutty little pussy?”

You bite your lip, a soft, yes, slipping past as you take in your surroundings, as you stare at the thick, leaking cock just in front of your face. You wince as you bite back disgust, as you’re met with the bulge tucked away in your bartender’s pants.

He’s close, too close. You can practically smell his stench from where you’re resting, can practically see the dark patch making its way through his black slacks.

Lifting your gaze, you’re met with a flushed figure, face beading with sweat, lip held tightly between yellowed teeth.

It’s disgusting.

You’ve never been so humiliated in your life.

Your brother knows you so well. He knows that you hate this. And that’s the reason why it makes him so happy, the reason why his cock throbs even harder. Kindaichi wraps a hand in your hair, dragging you up by your scalp and arching your back to his liking. A strangled moan leaves your lips as you feel the fabric of your dress slip off your chest, perky breasts hanging out for anyone to see — for the old man in front of you to admire.

Your body shivers when you feel your brother press his length against your drooling slit, when you feel his hot breath on your tingling ear.

“You like that, puppy?” Kindaichi’s eyes meet the man in front of him, puffing up with pride as he watches the balding male struggle not to touch you, not to have a taste of what belongs to your brother. Your disgust only eggs Kindaichi further. He can’t help but tease you, voice heavy against your skin. “You like when he looks at you, when he watches me touch you?”

With his hand in your hair, Kindaichi feels the subtle nod of your head, he hears the gentle moan slipping past your lips in agreeance — and it’s so delicious. You can’t even imagine how long he’s dreamed of this, how long your brother’s fantasized about this exact moment.

“Fuck!” Kindaichi throws his head back, a loud groan leaving his lips as he pushes his clothed cock against your entrance.

Your body begins to tremble in anticipation as you listen to your brother’s strangled grunts. You’re practically dripping, heavy arousal leaking from your needy entrance as you bask in the uneven breaths that leave your brother’s chest, as he rubs his length up and down your clenching core.

You want this, you want him — more than anything you’ve ever wanted in your life.

“Please,” you beg, voice wavering with desperation and uncertainty, “please put it inside me nii-chan, please put your cock inside me!”

Violent shivers travel up his spine as Kindaichi listens to your pleas, as he digs his hands into your hips. The dark haired male feels his balls begin to tighten as he presses even tighter against you, as you rub your ass along the length of his throbbing erection.

Kindaichi almost snaps. He almost takes you across the table, in front of his employees, in front of the camera he’s sure Oikawa’s watching from. It’s almost impossible not to rip off his belt, to slip out his cock, to fuck you stupid like the bitch that you are. You do nothing but tempt him, wet slick rubbing back and forth against his already drenched slacks.

But he can’t have you, not yet.

Sadly, even Kindaichi understands that.

The enforcer bites roughly at his lip, drawing blood from his newly inflicted injury, from the split trying desperately to heal on his lip. The taste of copper grounds him, it reminds him of his goal, his purpose for being here.

Without waiting, and without asking for permission, Kindaichi begins to rut himself against you. You cry as he presses his erection against your slit, as the rough material brushes painfully against your dripping, sensitive hole.

A thin layer of sweat begins to build on your body as you feel your brother push you down, as you feel him lean over and press his chest against your back. You writhe beneath him, desperate to escape the suffocating heat radiating off of his body. But it’s no use, your brother refuses to budge, too busy chasing his own high to worry about something as trivial as your comfort.

A loud sob leaves your lips when Kindaichi presses even more of his weight on top of you,  when he pounds his hips frantically against yours.

“Ah—! N— nii-chan! Not so fast, please!” Small fists reach out in front of you as you desperately try to grab hold of the surface beneath you, as you feverishly try to steady yourself from the rough thrusts of your brother. Tears slip down your face as the tender skin of your thighs begin to bruise from his violence, as your body grows more and more tender by the second.

“My stupid little puppy.” Kindaichi’s voice dances along the back of your neck, tongue coming out to lap at salty flesh. “Does my drooling little nee-chan want her brother's cock that badly?”

You moan in response, involuntarily thrusting your hips as a soft, yes, rolls off your tongue.

Kindaichi chuckles at your weak reply, rutting even harder against your ass in an attempt to elicit an even stronger response.

With your brother’s slacks soaked with slick, the material smooth and slimy to the touch — you can’t help but encourage his thrusts, body moving on its own to match his rhythm.

It’s too much, mind too hazy, eyes blurred from tears and pleasure. As your brother continues to tease you, hips moving in sync with yours, you feel a familiar tingle beginning to creep up your limbs, pussy clenching desperately around nothing.

“Feels so good,” you cry, voice barely more than a whisper, “m-more!”

You can’t focus, mind babbling incoherent nonsense. Your body feels weightless, stars dancing just off the corners of your eyes, head spinning violently with each thrust. Pleasure buzzes painfully throughout your body as you feel yourself start to space out.

But your brother’s touch draws you back from the brink. You blink back the tears as he urges you on, as he praises your figure.

“Y— yeah?” Your brother coos, hand reaching down to the front of your sex, fingers finding their way to the swollen nub between your legs. Kindaichi smirks, a bead of sweat dripping from his forehead and onto your exposed back while you cry from his touch. “You like that?”

Calloused fingers rubbing wild, frantic patterns against your sensitive clit have you shaking with incomparable pleasure. You lay your face against the sticky counter, desperate for the cool touch of hardwood to try and ground your mind. With your mouth hanging slightly agape, and drool beginning to slide down your cheek — Kindaichi can’t help but think that he has the most beautiful sister in the world.

Your brother can tell your close when your face begins to scrunch, when a thin bead of sweat begins to slide down your forehead. He watches as your body begins to thrash, as your chest begins to rise and fall even heavier with laboured breaths.

Kindaichi watches as tears begin to stream from your eyes, as soft whimpers leave your lips while you look to your brother for direction, for instruction, but most importantly, for permission.

Kindaichi knows he shouldn’t let you off so easy, he shouldn’t let you get away with such a reward.

But as you write beneath him, as desperate pleas roll off your tongue, as you beg him to fuck you, to you cum on your nii-chan’s cock — Kindaichi can’t hold himself back.

The brooding male presses his body weight on top of you, crushing you beneath his possessive embrace in a show of love and aggression. He doesn’t care if you can't breathe.

This isn’t about you, it’s about him.

And yet, as you cry out beneath him, as you beg for his cock, Kindaichi can’t help but grow harder, cock throbbing and leaking all over his slacks. His fingers work even faster, even more precisely on your twitching clit; pinching, flicking, and swirling his digits around your sensitive bundle of nerves.

With a sharp bite to your neck, the rough pads of his fingers, and the frantic thrusts of your brother's raging erection — you feel yourself teetering the edge, so desperate for release.

Kindaichi knows you can’t take it anymore. Your body’s heaving with heavy and frustrated sobs. You just wanna cum, it’s the only words you can form on your lips. And perhaps, Kindaichi thinks, fingers moving faster and more carelessly over your clit, perhaps he can make an exception — just this once.

With a series of open mouthed kisses laid up and down your neck, Kindaichi brings his lips to yours, moaning loudly as his tongue presses roughly against your own.

When he pulls away, a thin string of spit stretching between the two of you, he smiles, happiness radiating from the bottom of his heart.

“Tell me what you want,” he coos, “tell me what my pretty little puppy needs from her big brother.”

Your eyes gloss over with desperation and your lips quiver with anticipation. “P— please,” you beg, fists grasping at nothing, body writhing in pleasure, “please let me cum.”

“S— shit,” your brother groans above you, fingers rubbing even faster, hips rutting even harder into your ass. Kindaichi watches as your eyes flutter closed, as your body begins to dip in and out of consciousness.

It’s too much, and your brother knows that. He knows your slutty body can’t take much more, and it drives him mad with lust.

“Goddamnit!” Your brother curses under his breath, biting back an orgasm of his own.

“If— if you wanna cum. Then— then do it.” Kindaichi’s voice is hoarse and out of breath as he humps against you, as his balls tighten and his cock throbs painfully in his pants. He wants to cum, he wants to stuff your drooling cunt with his thick cock, to fill you up with his pungent seed.

But your brother’s nothing if not patient, and he knows now is not the time. Right now he needs to prove a point, he needs to make you understand who it is you belong to.

“F— fuck!” He grunts, eager to watch you fall over the edge, eager to watch you convulse, to cum over nothing.

Your brother’s cries spur your own, your clit twitching uncontrollably under frantic fingers.

“Please,” you all but scream, “please nii-chan, please let me cum!”

That’s all it takes for Kindaichi to lose himself, for your brother to bring you over the edge.

“Fucking do it then!” He grunts, rutting harder against your cunt, against your clenching, sloppy hole. “Cum for me!”

And just like that, with the furious strokes of his strong fingers, and the three words from your loving nii-chan, you come undone.

Loud moans leave your chest as you shake beneath your brother. Tears stream down your face as you cry for more, as you beg him to fuck you through your high.

Drawn out moans and the loud chants of his name almost have Kindaichi spilling over the edge. Your brother grunts like a wild animal as his balls clench beneath him, as his cock throbs and twitches painfully against the restricting fabric of his slacks.

Your bother ruts against your ass with heavy pants and a pained expression as he helps to ride you through your orgasm, as he staves off his own.

Loud sobs leave strained lungs as you cream around your brother’s fingers, as you clench around what you imagine to be his cock. While Kindaichi continues to rub his digits against your clit, you buck your hips in a feeble attempt for more — for friction.

It feels like forever before you finally start to come down, before your mind begins to clear from its haze. You feel dizzy, unable to focus as thick hands run along your body, as they gently massage your aching scalp.

You cringe at the feeling of fingers between your legs, still too sensitive to want for more. You think for a moment that Kindaichi’s cleaning you, that your brother’s once again taking care of you, looking out for you. But you watch in disgust as he gathers your slick between his fingers, as he brings it up for the bartender to have a taste.

You wish you could protest, your mind reels with disgust as you watch the old man lap at your juices with a mucousy tongue. You shiver in revolt as you take in his appearance; his shirt drenched in sweat, his face red with exertion. A glance downward reveals the massive stain and the growing wet spot in his slacks. But you're too tired to protest, you’re too tired to even keep your eyes open.

You’re not sure exactly what happens next, or even how long you’ve been like this, but when you wake up in your brother’s arms, soft kisses being peppered along your dampened skin — you don’t try to fight.

“I love you,” he whispers, eyes lidded with happiness, lips stretched into a genuine smile.

Almost on instinct, you smile back.

“I love you too.”

The same words roll off your tongue with practiced ease, without a moment's hesitation or a second thought.

It’s funny how easily you’re swayed, how easily you forget the promise you’ve made to both your brother, and then to your boyfriend. Your love is fickle, your words are empty — and your brother knows this. He understands what needs to be done.

There are three sides to every story; yours, Kindaichi’s, and the truth. And the truth is, you’ve betrayed your brother, you’ve betrayed your lover, and you’ve betrayed the family.

Although you’re well behaved now — hazed eyes peering up with love, supple body laying limp against his chest, and pointless resistance a thing of the past — you can't be trusted.

All is far from right, and all is far from forgiven.

You brother leans down, pressing his lips against yours in a show of disheartened affections. He doesn’t expect much, certainly not so soon. But when you lean up to meet him, deepening the kiss with feverish lips and the swipe of your tongue, Kindaichi can’t help but beam with pride, to bubble with conviction.

Pulling back from your embrace, looking into your heavily lidded eyes, Kindaichi knows what you’re thinking. He knows you think you’ve gotten off easy — that you’ve somehow paid your dues, that you’ve made things right. Both with him, and with the family.

And as much as he wants to feel happy, as much as he wants to accept your compliance as a form of apology — he can’t.

You might not comprehend the gravity of your actions, of what it means to be family, of what it means to betray that family — but you will. Kindaichi will make sure of it.

After all, family always comes first.

[animeyanderelover]

Yandere Aoba Johsai Hc’s

Tōru Oikawa (Aged Up)

👑Oikawa, the great king of the court, loved by all girls and everyone’s dream boy. He could sweep everyone off their feet and have really whoever he wants as a partner. And he chose you. So how is he? He is clingy, delusional, lovestruck and a worshipper. His delusions work rather simple. Not only has he no idea that his feelings are wrong, but he knows that he looks good, has the body and the charm. He sees other people as simply not worthy dating his darling. That spot should go to him. And that guy is nothing, but suffocating with his amount of physical affection and praises. He is seriously that type of person who would hop with you into the shower just to spend more time with you. He’s had a lot of girlfriends and maybe even boyfriends before. But no one managed to make him feel the way his darling makes him feel and for that reason he treasures and worships his darling like nothing else. He isn’t desperate, it could be more described as being very needy for his darling’s attention and physical contact with them.

👑He’s also possessive, obsessive and manipulative. Oikawa saw his darling as his the moment he knew he loved them and for that wants to know everything they know about themself and even things they don’t know, habits that they unconsciously do for example. Manipulating works for him in form of guilttripping and he tends to exaggerate things. He also has the talent of working really well together with people, whether they like him or not. He can despite his clingyness still be counted as a stalker because there are moments where he can’t be with his darling and these are moments he despises the most. If that happens he chooses to stalk whatever social media account they might have. Not like he doesn’t have tons of other photos saved about you and him on his photo, most of them were most likely forced.

👑That guy hates it when his darling pays attention to something or someone who isn’t him. He even gets jealous when his darling pays for a short moment more attention to their phone than to him and whatever object or whoever stole their attention away, he’ll push it away and will definitely try to gain the attention back onto him by suddenly forcing even more affection than usual on his s/o. There are two kind of jealousies with him. The childish and the scary one. The childish jealousy is always exposed when it’s either an object, the darling’s or his family or Iwaizumi who keep his s/o’s attention away from him. People he trusts. In this case Oikawa will pout and grab the attention back by suddenly showering you in kisses or suffocating you in a hug. The scary kind of jealousy is shown to everyone else, including friends and teammates. He’ll still look on the first glance like his normal cheerful self. But if you look closer you’ll see how he tries to tug his darling away and how forced his words and facial expression look. And the moment he’s sure his darling won’t notice it he’ll give the other person this glare. This scary and dark look in his eyes that will cause everyone to shiver.

👑He gets along well with others, almost a bit too well. And he’s almost sadistic with his way of punishing everyone who gets on his bad side. Oh, he’ll make that bitches/bastards cry. Especially his fangirls might get often on his bad side since they often bully his darling and push them to break up with him. He caught one of them one time before pouring water over his darling’s head. He didn’t say anything, focusing at first on helping his poor and suffering darling. But his brain was already working on how to crush that girl. She ended up leaving the school due to “unknown” reasons. He’ll bully, threaten and blackmail everyone behind the scenes and no one will suspect him. He’s way too good with it. I do see him as someone who can make the other person’s life hell enough so that they might commit suicide on their own.

👑As someone who thinks he’s the perfect fit for his darling, it’s only natural for Oikawa to assume that the two of them will later on move in together and protesting won’t work. It’ll just fall on deaf ears. And even if he would kidnap his darling, he won’t see it that way. What’s so wrong with wanting to be near the person you love more than anything? Doesn’t love make it right?

👑It happens more than just once that Iwaizumi has to grab him by the collar and drag him away from you so you have some space to breathe. That guy is a show-off and expects you to go to every single match of his. He would rush after every set to you to smother you and maybe even get some affection himself which would motivate him greatly. He always makes time and it happens every once in a while that he even skips practice simply because his huge need to be with you will get the better of him. So at one point you’ll have to be even there when they practice, Oikawa probably encouraging you to become a manager. If you don’t at one point the whole team will have to beg because they all know that without you, Oikawa isn’t 120% focused. He had a lot of partners before, but the huge difference between them and you is that they all just kind of existed next to him. But with you it’s different. Oikawa shows you off to everyone and spoils on a almost daily base the living shit out of you with small presents he know you’ll like.

Issei Matsukawa (Aged Up)

🟨Matsukawa is the aware and stalkerish kind of Yandere. There are aware Yanderes who don’t care for their feelings and aware Yanderes who are ashamed and act more accordingly to that feeling of embarrassment. Matsukawa is embarrassed of those feelings and goes more with the role of the silent protector in the shadows since he’s also overprotective.

🟨Also the manipulative kind of Yandere. He’s more subtle about the way he uses his manipulations, only resorting to it when something bothers or annoys him. He has a playful type of teasing, not offending or insulting his s/o. But more mentioning something that will get them to think about it and hopefully leading them to doing as he hoped they would.

🟨He’s very easygoing and doesn’t mind it when other people hang around his darling. He’s reasonable and doesn’t want his darling to be a complete loner. He’s fine with a lot of things and has a nice amount of patience. As long as someone doesn’t become touchy or flirty with his darling and ignores the way he keeps being direct about that they’re already taken then nothing should be wrong. If he does get jealous then he still has his height and come over as quite intimidating if he wants too.

🟨Matsukawa is a more forgiving Yandere despite his protective tendencies. He doesn’t throw a fit over every small thing and wouldn’t downright frighten and terrify every person in his darling’s life. If someone does manage to tick him off he would at first go with warnings to stay away from his darling which are hopefully enough.

🟨Kidnapping is nowhere noted in his future plans and he tells himself that he’ll never do this to his darling. As a Yandere he’s able to keep his feelings better under control and is able to have a more or less very normal relationship. He keeps a cool head in most situations and isn’t someone who thinks that you’re that careless to bring yourself into troubles (hopefully). But he does want you to move in with you and whilst not being very pushy with it, if you keep refusing he will at one point get irritated.

🟨Matsukawa is a really chill one, a good thing to have in a Yandere. He’s easy-going and open minded for many things, including new friends, hobbies, things you enjoy doing. In private he’s actually quite a tease who likes poking a bit fun at you, not to upset you, just so you get a bit annoyed. He finds it a bit cute, but would stop there to not make you angry. When it comes to the topic volleyball he doesn’t care if you watch him or not. You don’t have to be interested in the same things he is, even though he would like it if you would support and cheer him on during games.

Takahiro Hanamaki (Aged Up)

✌️Hanamaki is the aware and obsessive Yandere. He’s very perceptive and good in sorting out his own feelings so he’ll notice very quickly that his feelings aren’t normal in the least bit. He most likely didn’t expect to feel that way, sparking curiosity inside of him and making him wonder why he feels that way for his darling. It’ll lead him to the point where he’ll want to find out more about them in hopes of answers.

✌️It was seen that he’s good in reading the game. That and the fact that he’s very observant will eventually lead him to start becoming a manipulative type of Yandere. But luckily he’s very calm and keeps a firm grasp on his emotions so he won’t be too extreme with it. He’s also more on the stalker side. He doesn’t really know how to first approach his darling with such feelings inside of him and decides to wait for now and watch.

✌️He’s collected and that will be visible by the way he lets his s/o freely interact with nearly anyone. He is someone who also has trust in his darling. But for him borders are crossed when he sees how some idiot keeps on flirting with you despite you telling that you’re already in a relationship. That’s the moment he’ll interfere. Hanamaki isn’t a man of many words and will keep it short before grabbing your hand and dragging you away from the person.

✌️He snaps rarely, he has good self-control and is very collected and patient most of the time. So the moment someone makes him wanting to kill that person, they’re finished for. Someone has to do something really bad for him to decide that this person has to die since he really doesn’t want to do this. But once he’s decided to finish someone off, he won’t stop until it’s over.

✌️Can someone please change the topic? He’s uncomfortable with this. He doesn’t see the point of this. Why would he need to kidnap his darling? It isn’t like they can’t take care of themself. Also, he knows that he’s more than able to convince them willingly in as long as he doesn’t slip up with his act and keeps the “quiet boyfriend” act.

✌️He’s most of the time rather quiet, making up for it with more quality time. But I’m comparison to other people he’s more vocal with you than with many others, including his team members. He gives you a lot of freedom and trusts you to be able to take care of yourself when he isn’t with you. He still possesses a sense of humor though and can fire up quite the comments if he wants too when he’s in the right mood.

Hajime Iwaizumi (Aged Up)

🤎Iwaizumi is the aware and possessive Yandere. Different from his “head-up-in-the-clouds” friend Oikawa, he realizes the true impact of those emotions. But he’s still on the possessive side. He can’t explain why he feels this way, but he just wants his darling for himself most of the time. And Oikawa makes this situation not better. He’s constantly flirting with Iwaizumi’s s/o, simply because he wants to annoy his friend a bit and also because he’s in general very interested in them. All the teasing and flirting doesn’t help his possessive tendencies, if all they only fire them up.

🤎Iwaizumi is also overprotective and manipulative. He really tries to tell himself that there’s nothing to worry about and that his darling is able to protect themself, but there will always be this nagging suspicion in the back of his head that there could always happen something and he might not be there, adding also the trait clingy. He’s reliable and very caring when it comes to you, always giving you advices when noticing that you struggle with something or look like you overwork yourself. He’s also the lovestruck one and most likely gets teased by Oikawa because of this.

🤎He respects private space and has faith in his darling. The problem are the other people. Now don’t misunderstand him, he really bites his tongue to let his s/o live their own life as well. But he gets annoyed rather quickly, noticeable by the look on his face. Overprotectiveness and possessiveness aren’t exactly the best mix and the moment he’s had enough, he’s had enough. At least he’s polite enough to the other persons when suddenly tugging his darling away. That doesn’t count for those who flirted a bit too obvious with you or even touched you. Those kind of people are exactly the scum Iwaizumi wants to protect you from and in this case he’ll drop his polite act and be much more intimidating.

🤎He’s strong and despite trying to keep himself under control, the moment someone hurts his s/o he’s ready to inflict pain onto the other person. He is ready to punch someone’s face and break a nose if he has to. But he doesn’t kill that person then, leaving it by this and warning them with a dangerous undertone to stay away. Because the next time he won’t be as forgiving.

🤎He wants and needs his s/o with him all the time and it isn’t only his possessiveness talking out of him right now. But he would simply worry himself to death if he shouldn’t be near you all the time. He can be very stubborn if he wants to be and would insist on you two moving in later on together. You don’t really have a say regarding this matter and if you keep insisting on wanting to live alone or trying to distance yourself from him, Iwaizumi feels like he has to act.

🤎Iwaizumi is incredibly soft when it comes to you, not really hiding the fact that he’s a sucker for you. Many people think that you’re pretty lucky to have him as your boyfriend since he always keeps a sharp eye on your well-being. He can get stricter if he wants to, but only if he sees that you don’t take enough care of yourself and will step in to take care of it himself if he has to. Don’t tell anyone, but he actually likes taking care of you, it makes him feel good to know that he’s capable of treating you like a royalty. By the way, Oikawa will tick him even more off than usual because he constantly wants to meet you and spend time with you, sometimes even joking that he might just try to steal you away from him. He shouldn’t be surprised if a ball hits him only seconds later there where the sun doesn’t shine.

Shigeru Yahaba (Aged Up)

✨Yahaba is a lovestruck and clingy Yandere. He pinned after quite a lot of girls before, but the moment his obsession with his darling started, he stopped looking at anyone else, just paying attention to his s/o. In his eyes his darling is the most beautiful person ever and I can see him as a somewhat more dirty guy, similar to Nishinoya. He always trails behind his darling and is very keen with physical affection and not all of it has to be that innocent.

✨He’s also obsessive and possessive. His s/o is pretty, no doubt about it. But that sadly also means that they’re bound to get attention from other persons as well. And that’s a no for Yahaba. He’s claimed you as his and you’ll stay as his for the rest of your both lifes. That guy is also a creeper, wanting to know everything down to your dirtiest secrets. Whilst having most of the time nothing against being the more shallow guy, he would like that his darling sees him as more, giving him from time to time more desperate tendencies.

✨He’s normally a very carefree dude, but he’s terribly jealous of other persons when they’re getting to spend time with his darling when he doesn’t. He just feels like everyone is his competition when it comes to his darling, increasing his possessiveness only more. He’s always rather quick to act on his jealousy, glaring at the other person whilst grumbling something about needing to go somewhere with his darling. He’ll always search for an excuse to why his s/o suddenly has to come with him.

✨His interaction with Kyōtani also made it clear that he’s ready to be more forceful if he has to be. He can get more aggressive rather easily if his right buttons are pushed and when someone keeps trying to take his darling away from him. In such situations he just gets more agitated.

✨The chances of him kidnapping his a/o are in comparison to some others on this list rather high. Whilst not being a very insecure one from nature, he gets anxious the moment he has the feeling that you distance yourself from him or that someone else has a very good chance of stealing you away from him.

✨He’s a rather immature guy to have from the way he’s acting, but his team will be surprised from the way he’s being sincere with you. He used to obsess every week over a new hot girl, but that all suddenly stopped and now he’s only focused on you. Yahaba knows this as well and will make it very clear that the only person he wants is you. But he can be pretty annoying with how dirty he can be sometimes and you might just have to smack him more than once on his head so that he hopefully stops. He’s also a small show-off and the type who likes bragging about himself to impress you.

Shinji Watari (Aged Up)

🔹He was the hardest to grasp, but I do like a challenge so let’s see. Watari is the aware and overprotective Yandere. He knows too well of the unhealthiness of his feelings, doing his best to not let them be visible too much. He’s a very gentle soul and when it comes to his darling he has a very fragile heart so do him the favor and don’t do anything stupid, okay?

🔹He’s also a lovestruck Yandere. He has as mentioned a very delicate heart when it comes to his s/o and is in general a very soft one when it comes to them. On the obsessive side, not that terrible like many others, but there are certain things he wants and should know as your boyfriend. But he respects it if you want to keep some things a secret for a bit longer, hoping that you’ll trust him one day enough to tell him everything.

🔹Watari admits that it bothers him to some extent greatly when other people are talking a bit too closely with his darling. On the other hand he’s also this kind of Yandere who wants his darling to not be completely alone and also keeps reminding himself that his darling has a life too. He would most likely step in if he notices that his darling seems uncomfortable or he notices that the other person has other intentions than just having a friendly talk with his darling. Excuse him, they’re taken.

🔹I don’t see him as a very messy or violent one. He is able to overlook people’s mistakes and encourage them to do better in the future. But every Yandere has a snapping point where they’re ready to become more vicious and that counts for him as well. He’s a good-hearted person so don’t mess it up with him.

🔹He’s one of the most hesitating to kidnap his darling, sincerely wanting to have just a normal life with them. His limits of snapping are very extended, meaning he won’t be shaken very easily. But he does have nerves made out of glass when his s/o gets in trouble, instantly rushing over to see if they’re alright.

🔹A relative tame Yandere to have since he’s very good-natured and supportive of your dreams. A interesting thing about Watari is that he likes when he’s being challenged by you in whatever that might be, cooking, sprinting or other things. So your relationship would include a lot of competitions over the most ridiculous things. At least both of you have always something to laugh about.

Yūtarō Kindaichi (Aged Up)

🟩Kindaichi is the overprotective and desperate Yandere. Despite having tried to act like he hated Kageyama for how he acted to everyone back in middle school, he still feels like it left some sort of impact on him and affects him til this day. This leads him to feeling responsible every time he and his darling get into an argument where he’ll back quickly down when he remembers this incident. Deeply affected by this led him also to becoming very overprotective over his darling, feeling like he has to defend them against whoever says something against them.

🟩He’s also on the lovestruck side. His s/o provides him with security and a feeling of belonging which he never really felt to that extent before. He’s also an obsessive one who doesn’t show this tendencies too often because he also possesses the trait aware.

🟩Kindaichi is not the worst, but also not the best when it comes to holding his jealousy back. He’s somewhere in the middle of it, being able to hold back for a while before storming over to express his frustration to the other person. But do you remember what I said about him backing down because he wants to avoid arguments? If his darling shoots him a warning glare he’ll suddenly freeze and hesitation will start swirling up in him, gaining his s/o a few more minutes before he finally makes up his mind and walks over.

🟩He wouldn’t resort to killing over every small thing, being ready to find another solution to the problem. But just like everyone else he has a breaking point where he’ll lose it.

🟩Kindaichi won’t force you to live with him until you’re feeling comfortable enough, ready to listen why you’re still hesitating. Similar to Watari a lot needs to happen for him to start thinking that kidnapping would be the best way to keep his s/o safe since he knows that his overprotectiveness can sometimes be just really unnecessary. His darling is more than capable to look after themself in most aspects of their life.

🟩Kindaichi is very open-minded and is also surprisingly accepting if you tell him that you don’t feel comfortable with the way he’s acting, ready to try to change his behavior a bit so you don’t have to feel uncomfortable around him. But a negative thing about him would be that he simply doesn’t have the bones to go against you unless you’re really about to do something stupid. It doesn’t sound that bad at first, but it can be somewhat annoying when he always backs off whenever he realizes you’re about to start an argument. That’s how deep the experience with Kageyama affected him.

Akira Kunimi (Aged Up)

🥱Kunimi is the aware Yandere. He knows that his feelings are completely wrong, but he doesn’t mind all that much. As long as he keeps himself in check he doesn’t see the problem. He might not look like it, but Kunimi is actually really smart giving him also the manipulative trait. His just so indifferent behavior is a very good mask and no one will really suspect what’s going on inside of him. You neither. He’s also obsessive and will always observe his darling to pick everything up.

🥱He might be more lazy so the fact clingy might come as a surprise to some people. Here’s a little secret. He’s less lazy when it comes to his darling, connected with his overprotective tendencies. He feels much more at ease when he’s near his s/o and is also a stalker kind of Yandere from time to time. He would follow his darling through the school hall and trail always a few meters behind them. And he makes it look too casual.

🥱Remember what I said about him being more passionate when it comes to you? Here’s one example of it. He becomes rather quickly jealous. It’s honestly a bit annoying for him that he always feels like barfing when seeing other people near his darling. At first he might not interrupt, wanting to watch first before acting. But the more he watches, the more he gets annoyed and will tell the other persons only moments later to go away, his normally indifferent face being a bit scrunched up in annoyance.

🥱His strength is saving his energy and then smash his opponent when they’re all tired out. He uses this method when he wants to finish someone off, starting with the most simple thing. Mindbreaking. Most people tend to underestimate him, not getting how dangerous he really can be because he has intelligence and plays the long game, proving patience. It’ll start slowly with small offensive comments until it went beyond the borderline of bullying. And the fact that he doesn’t let himself get provoked and just gives his victim this apathetic look is even more annoying. It’ll make everyone at one point crazy and that’s what Kunimi has been waiting for.

🥱That would be pretty bothersome for him to do this, but his darling is his only true passion so he will very damn do it if he thinks he has no other choice. Whilst trying to reason with his darling at first if a problem should occur and solve it the normal way, if he realizes that they are determined to either do something that might bring them into danger or will damage their relationship, he’s ready to lock them away and hoping that he can talk them out of it.

🥱He might not look all that dangerous at first, but he deserves far more credit than many people would give him. His biggest weapon is that he’s always ready to play the long game and since he never uses his full power at first, people tend to underestimate him. And that’s their mistake. He saves his energy wisely and the moment he notices that his enemy has nearly used all of theirs is the moment where he’ll strike. You yourself will not even realize at first how manipulative he really is with you, often directing you with his words in the right direction without you realizing it. On the other try to see it like this. The fact that he’s so much more energetic when it comes to you is a very big sign of how much he really loves you.

Kentarō Kyōtani (Aged Up)

🌪That guy would actually make a quite terrible Yandere if you think about it. BUT I didn’t want to make any sadistic or brutal Yanderes in this fandom so let’s look at it from another side, shall we? Kyōtani is a possessive and overprotective Yandere. I think the trait possessive can’t be avoided with this guy here, he’s extremely territorial. But he’s also a hella overprotective dude. He isn’t the best with interacting with others, probably making the one or other person who wants revenge. And since everyone is too scared to mess with him, they might get the idea of trying to take revenge by bullying you which is a terrible idea, but more to this later. So he would somewhat become his darling’s personal guard dog.

🌪As weird as it may sound, he’s also a lovestruck one? There are only a few people he listens too, Iwaizumi and Yahaba for example. But the one and only person who he listens always to and never acts that harsch to will always be his darling. Even the permanent frown on his face will be gone when he’s with them.

🌪Yeah, if you care for your health then stay the hell away because he’s really hot-tempered. I do guess that not many people dare to come anywhere near them in the first place since he’s constantly by their side. On the one hand an advantage, on the other hand also a huge disadvantage because even their friends might be just too afraid of Kyōtani.

🌪That guy is violent, really violent. Mix that with his hurricane-like temper and you’re doomed. Even the slightest thing is needed for him to beat someone ripe for the hospital. So in that sense you’ll need to pull him back or protect the other person from hell’s rage because as soon as you enter his field of vision he’ll freeze, not daring to hurt you. Do it depends on his darling if the person ends up in black, red and blue or gets away with only suffering a short heart attack.

🌪To a certain extent Kyōtani would even understand if his s/o doesn’t want to move in with him, he knows that he’s very intimidating and scary. On the other hand he will lose it if he hasn’t them with him at all time, they’re basically the only thing that keeps him under control so that will lead him to eventually kidnapping them. On the other hand there’s also the chance that you know that as well and move in with him so you can help him with his anger issues.

🌪He’s with his vicious and more brutal tendencies a very dangerous one, even though that counts only for the people around you because he would never hurt you. Nevertheless life with him is everything, but easy. His possessiveness, his jealousy and the fact that he often lashes out easily can make him a dangerous one. That’s where you have to come in because you’re the only one who can “tame” him. If you invest enough time in it, with time Kyōtani will cool his temper down a lot more and get a tad less violent and a bit more patient.

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It's 3am right now and Tumblr might eat this but what do you think of yandere seijoh X fem pro volleyball player kageyama idk where this came from tbh

OH HO HO HO I’m not going to include all of Seijoh, just the ones who interacted with Kageyama a lot since I’ll have more ideas to build off on! So Kindaichi, Kunimi, Oikawa, and Iwaizumi. 

Warnings: Yandere, Toxic Relationships, Implied NSFW, Implied Rape/Non-Con

Iwaizumi is the only one of the four that Kageyama has always semi-gotten along with. She has respect for her senpai and even though he hasn’t always interfered when Oikawa-senpai harassed and cornered her when they were younger, he always stepped in before Oikawa let things get too far. So she nods with respect when he officially becomes the trainer of her pro team, determined to have things run smoothly, focused on just playing well and having a good time. She’s so focused on the sport that she doesn’t notice how Iwaizumi’s eyes linger a little too long on the way her chest bounces when she jumps, how he hungrily stares at her tight shorts that barely cover her ass, how his fists clench when he sees her male fans lining up to talk to her after games. 

Maybe then she would have been a little more cautious of him asking her if she wanted to go catch up with Oikawa, Kindaichi, and Kunimi together one weekend. She can’t say she’s too excited to see Oikawa again, but it’s been a while since she’s seen Kindaichi and Kunimi and she easily agrees, ignorant of the way Iwaizumi’s eyes darken and the way he smirks as he turns away from her. 

When she enters Iwaizumi’s apartment, she awkwardly greets Oikawa, shuddering slightly at the sickeningly sweet greeting he gives her before quickly sitting next to Kindaichi and although conversation starts off a bit rocky between the two of them, they quickly start laughing and joking around as they catch up about what they’ve each been up to. Kunimi for the most part is quiet as he sits on the other side of her and it’s a bit strange how close the two men are against her, thighs practically squeezing her between the two of them, but this is what friends do, right? Maybe this is just their way of showing her that old bygones are well past them and they’re determined to really be friends? 

She comfortably falls back into a conversation with her two old classmates, but she stiffens when Oikawa stands in front of her, blocking her in, his knees bumping against hers as he towers over her. She tries to shift away from the domineering setter, tries to sink further back into the couch, but two strong hands hold her shoulders down and she looks up only to see Iwaizumi glowering down at her, standing behind her, standing behind the couch as he holds her down. 

“Tobio-chan, do you think you’re a big shot now that you’re a famous pro player? Think that just because you get some screen time and have some fans that you’re too good for us now? Is that why you don’t even keep in touch with any of us anymore? Ignore Iwaizumi even though he’s clearly been flirting with you ever since he’s become your trainer?”

Kageyama flinches at those words and shivers as Oikawa leans down and down until their noses are brushing, but she blinks in confusion and chances a glance back up at Iwaizumi at the last sentence Oikawa venomously hisses at her. Had Iwaizumi-senpai really been flirting with her all this time? But her thoughts are rudely interrupted by a hand roughly grabbing her chin and forcing her back to stare into chocolate brown eyes. 

“We’re going to show you that no matter how far you get in life, no matter how successful you are, your place will always be underneath us...literally and figuratively.” And the crazed chuckle he lets out is her last clear memory as the next few hours become a blurred mess of pain, pleasure, screaming, and crying. 

Despite how strong and tall she is, Kageyama’s never felt weaker, never felt smaller than she does now, exhausted, aching between her thighs, skin littered with possessive marks, crowded on either side, caged by two pairs of strong arms as Iwaizumi and Oikawa lay on either side of her, not an inch separating them as their toned bodies squeeze hers between them. Never has she felt so helpless as she does now as Kindaichi and Kunimi run their fingers through her dark hair from their seated positions next to the two older men. And the last thought she has as her heavy tear-stained eyelids finally close and she slumps against Iwaizumi’s chest is that maybe Oikawa is right, maybe this is where she’ll be stuck forever.     

[iwaasfairy]

aoba johsai, one darling

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.warnings. yandere, polyamory, swearing, degrading, manipulation, some explicit mentions, threats, dubcon-ish? .author’s note. some headcanons right now since i’m not great writing yanderes yet! i hope you enjoy it though, and hopefully i’ll be able to write full fics for our favorite obsessive boys some time soon. characters are all aged up, they are first-, second and third years in college!

↦ The instigator is most likely Hanamaki. You could be their new manager or a particularly enthusiastic part of the cheer squad, the point is they notice you. The type of overwhelming warmth and energy you bring to the team is refreshing, since you care about encouraging every single one of them just as much as their fan-favorite Captain.

↦ So while Iwa is most likely the one to bring you up in casual locker room conversation, Hanamaki is the one who makes it his mission to return that affection.

↦ Makki is charming and kind, so it’s no wonder you’re glad to spend time talking to the handsome man a class up. He takes time between classes to come see you, chatting about anything and everything.

↦ About your dedication to the team, about how glad everyone is to see you cheering them on during their matches. About how much they’d love to have you at practice. You might even let slip that they’ve been your favorite team since the start of high school and he has the most genuine smile when he thanks you for that too. He’s just so kind, so thoughtful.

↦ After a while he suggests that you could skip class once to come watch them practice, and you say yes without hesitating. He introduces you to the team like you were always part of it to begin with, and really, it sure feels like it. They’re so inclusive.

↦ When they make a scoring spike, you’re the first who gets a double high five. When someone receives the ball from barreling toward you, you’re sent a wink or a knowing smile. Everyone gathers around you to discuss tactics, and when you go to fill the water bottles you’re always accompanied by one of the members. They invite you to their club meetings too, and because they are so good to you, it’s hard to say no.

↦ The more pressing things come in slowly too, so slow that at first you don’t even question it. You’re put in the team group chat. And when you miss a practice, your phone is blown up with messages of your absence, good reason or not. “We can’t practice without our good luck charm here.” “Are you okay?” “When are you coming? Running late?”

↦ You best answer within the next ten minutes if you don’t want another barrage of questions. They give you your own jersey and if you don’t wear it, everyone is pouting through the whole practice. So you make sure to be on time, make sure to bring them snacks, make sure to wear the member jersey even if you’re not one.

↦ You feel like the team’s best friend and you’re more than happy to support them like you have been for years, even if leaves no time for other clubs or personal hobbies. It’s like they say, volleyball requires a lot of sacrifices. You can make a few too, right?

↦ The third years are the driving force. Though Oikawa is more focussed on keeping everyone on track than he is on you during practice, he’s also the first to take the physical touch further. He’ll drag you to stand with him as everyone warms up, making comments to his team while resting his chin on your head and looping his arms around your waist. 

↦ The touches you’ve grown so used to become more loaded, more possessive. Makki is always lacing his fingers with yours, pulling you into hugs. Iwa drags you into his lap when sitting on the bench. Even Mattsun makes an effort to connect with you in ways he never did before, adjusting your ponytail or brushing dust off your pants.

↦ Of course you notice the changes in behaviour, but it only feels like a natural progression. So when the Captain takes you into the locker room where the others are changing to press gentle kisses to your cheeks as a ‘thank you’, you’re hardly surprised. Neither is anyone there.

↦ In a way it feels nice to receive attention back when you’ve been giving so much of it to them for so long. They make you feel important, drowning you in attention and team spirit. Because you’re needed, they appreciate you all so much. But make no mistake, if you were to deny their wishes, there will be hell to pay.

↦ It’s nearing ten pm when Kunimi spots a text from another boy during his stretches and of course, he’s quick to bring it up with the Captain. Clear communication makes a team great, after all. When you return from emptying their bottles, ready to tuck in for the night everyone is already waiting for you.

↦ You’re chewed out by Oikawa for your behaviour, but he doesn’t shout or scream. He doesn’t even raise his voice. It’s the guilt that he drags up that breaks you.

↦ “We’ve been working to get to nationals without rest, as a team. All of us want to have more free time, but we all realize that some things are more important than that. There’s no room in a team for selfishness. Haven’t we been good to you? We trusted you.”

↦ You tear up when you apologize, feeling shameful and gross even though you haven’t done anything wrong. And Yahaba dries your tears with his sleeve and clicks his tongue to let you know of his disapproval, but your apology is accepted when you sob and swear that you never meant to hurt anyone. That you were wrong. You were selfish. That you still want to be part of the team, and to please, please forgive you.

↦ That’s when Iwaizumi and his calm, comforting tone come and Makki starts petting your hair to calm you down. “It’s going to be alright, now. Just don’t do it again, alright?” Iwa says.

↦ “I don’t like scolding you. But we had to,” Oikawa coos after a while, kneeling beside you to let you bury your face in his waist, “because we care too much. You belong to us. To us alone, no one else.”

Oikawa

↦ In your ‘relationship’, Tooru is the one most pressed to keep everything a team action. You’re theirs, equally. So be sure that if he’s kissing you, there’s someone else holding your hands or marking your neck. If he’s laid in your lap, you’re talking to another teammate and are having your hair played with. And if one member takes something for themselves, you best be sure he’s going to require the same from every other man.

↦ He’s in love with you, but even more so the idea of a shared darling. He can kiss and hold and love you all he wants, but when he’s not feeling the best there’s someone that’ll pick up the slack, and it’s comforting.

↦ He’s also the most vocal about his possession. Doesn’t care if people take his threats as jokes, as long as he can keep you as theirs and only theirs. Attention sent your way is always equally your fault as it is the other person’s. If you’re more loyal to him, to them, you’d find a way to get out of the situation.

↦ If he’s really mad, be prepared to be barraged with insults. Not that he doesn’t love everything about you, because he does. But when you cry, they can comfort you and make it better, and playing the bad guy sadly falls under the Captain’s role, doesn’t it?

... “If that cafeteria boy asks for your help one more time, I’ll poke his eyes out. Understood, darling? Or is that what you want? You want us to make clear who owns you again, don’t you?” ... “You are ours, even when you act like a coy, little bitch and think we won’t notice. Don’t cry about it either, that makes you look ugly.” ... “You might be a cute pet, but next time I’ll make you lick our sweat off as a punishment for being late. Yes, all of us.”

Iwaizumi

↦ Iwaizumi is not vocal about his thoughts at all. In fact, if you weren’t in the middle of it, even you wouldn’t believe him to be obsessed. He doesn’t follow you around like a lost puppy dog and respects your independence enough to allow you some wants of your own, desires that sadly get claimed by the other boys anyway.

↦ He’s good at hiding his feelings though. Iwa is one who most requires ‘sacrifices’ of you. Be it your personal time, your freedom or your body, it’s all his. You need to have no visible hickeys for a job interview, at least let him spank your ass until you’re sore. You have a new class to follow, at least let him put a collar on you so that everyone knows you’re taken. And he hates admitting it to himself, but there’s nothing prettier than your grateful relief when he can steal you away from the team for a few moments to spend time with him instead. At least he feels guilty about it, right?

↦ In that vein, his punishments are pretty mild. He doesn’t like sharing some of the intimate things with his members, but he also knows that you don’t have a choice, and is realistic about it. He doesn’t request you to hold his hand in public like some of the others, doesn’t kiss you at matches or order you around much. But if you’re in the locker room alone? He’s on you within seconds, and you best believe he’s not going to let anyone take that from him. Not even you.

... “My pretty girl, they’ve been hounding you for hours now, huh? Come, let’s take a walk. Iwa-senpai can make it stop.” ... “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep you safe from the world. Nothing at all. Just say the word and consider it done.” ... “Don’t cry, sweet cheeks. I just want a few kisses. Ah, my hold on your wrists is too tight? Sorry, sorry. I get too excited.”

Hanamaki

↦ Makki is the most physical in his affection. It’s no wonder that everyone on campus is so confused about your relation status, when he’s basically attached to your skin in some way or another. Having his hand on your butt, leading you around by the hand, back hugs, lazy, long drags of his lips against yours, pda galore. Nothing is too much. If you’d let him, he would probably make you grind on him in the middle of campus, calling out his name like a prayer.

↦ He doesn’t care that you give the others attention, as long as he’s getting love himself. Tons of it. Some days he’s extra clingy and no matter what you say he will not be further than a few feet from you at most. And you best not pull away from his kisses then, or it’ll just get worse. Even when you beg and whine to leave you alone just half an hour. Especially then. You’re in distress and he’s going to take it away, totally missing the fact that his presence just might be what is causing it.

↦ He’d do anything to keep you out of harm’s way, treating you like a child unaware of the world. You’re just so sweet, innocent, untainted. He can’t help himself wanting to keep you safe. And keep you safe he does. Doesn’t matter if you like it or not, someone’s gotta do it. 

↦ If you ever cut yourself opening a can, it’ll be the last time you open one yourself. You twist your precious feet once in your favorite shoes, you’re lucky that the others talk him down from breaking your ankle himself so you can stay seated. It’s not that he’s oblivious that would cause you pain, but he’s doing it for your own good.

... “You do understand I’m not letting you out with that dress, right angel? Don’t you know what happens to kind, pretty girls like you out there? Take it off. And don’t act like a brat, or you’re not going to class at all.” ... “You’re so small and good, I want to protect you. Keep you safe. How about I go to the bathroom with you, huh? You never know what strangers might find you there.” ... “It’s not a punishment, sweet thing. I’m just going to break one finger, so that you don’t have to even take notes in class! Which one do you prefer? Don’t cry now, it’s for your own good.”

Matsukawa

↦ Mattsun isn’t much into the whole ‘protective’ thing. He thinks Hajime and Takahiro are overprotective at best. But if that’s what makes them happy, it’s not his place to meddle. He’s just glad to provide for you, in return for some of your affection. That’s what love is to him, accepting who you are and adoring you despite it.

↦ And he’s sickeningly affectionate most days. Little things that you just want to do on your own become his sole possession. After all, if he can’t do all of these things how will you even know he loves you.

↦ Cleaning your face when you’ve barely awoken. Taking off your makeup just before you fall asleep. He dissolves your meds in a glass of water and sits on your bed until you drink it all, even when you cry and huff that you don’t need it. You don’t want it. He brushes out your hair, clips your nails. Checks your messages for you, decides your meal and feeds you with little airplanes until your tummy is full. He brushes your teeth.

↦ Doesn’t matter that you don’t want to be treated like ‘an actual child’ (you’re so dramatic but it’s so cute). It’s love. That, and fucking you until you’re babbling out his name.

Yahaba

↦ Yahaba is mostly there for the amazing sex, though he does like showing you off to other teams from time to time. It’s during matches then, that he is most attentive of you. He just likes kissing your neck and watching you flush red as the other teams whisper about you. The meaner the rumors, the better. That way their pretty girl will feel all the more loved around them when they urge you to forget them with each stroke of their fingers, each word of praise, each present. 

↦ He loves having you over in his dorm for ‘special hugs’ from time to time, when he’s feeling clingy. You best look as into his cuddles as he is into giving them, or he’ll get vocal with his insults. Like Oikawa, it’s not that he doesn’t care. He cares about you so much! Calling you names is just much less embarrassing than actually saying out loud how much you mean to him. 

↦ He also likes making you do little sexual things in public because you just look too cute blushing and begging to quit it. If he tells you to suck on his fingers like it’s his cock in the middle of class, just don’t be surprised.

Kindaichi & Kunimi

↦ The first years Kindaichi and Kunimi have to take your leftover attention when they can get it. It’s mostly during team meetings then, that they have to grab hold of you and share you between them, marking up your neck like desperate puppy dogs while the third years are trying to make game preparations.

↦ Incidentally, they are often the reason that the meetings get derailed just a tad. Because as soon as you start whimpering at their touches, everyone in the room is instantly distracted.

↦ They don’t have the time to be punishing either. If they don’t make you cum, someone else will. If Kunimi were to give you the silent treatment, you’d instead be cooed at and coddled by Issei. It is what it is.

↦ If they’re lucky they can at least convince the captain to let you sleep over in their shared dorm once every other week. You take what you can get.

Kyoutani

↦ The one not here for any of their bullshit is of course Kyoutani. He already doesn’t respect Oikawa, and now he’s making you a team effort? Well. Doing the opposite of what he wants is basically a divine order for Taro.

↦ At this point, everyone already knows that if you’re not back from the toilet within the next two minutes, Kentaro has most likely pulled you into a hallway to fuck you until you’re sobbing with pleasure.

↦ And when you get back, you already know that you will be the one punished by the brunet and that only makes Taro respect the man even less, thus creating an endless cycle. But at least he always tells you how pretty you are when you’re crying for his touch.

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Fin. Thank you so much for reading till the end! I really liked writing this, it gave me a lot of fun ideas for ficlets or maybe even full oneshots. Either way, if any of you want to chat about yandere haikyuu, my asks are always open and waiting!! And... I will most likely do smut hcs for this group because i, as a person, just need it to live. liddle lady being fucked by eight clingy boys is always a fun ride :)

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Masterlist

My requests are always open ☺️

I do prefer to write male readers, but anyone is welcome to read and request, I’ll do male or gender neutral!

I will not write smut, incest, yandere behavior, heavy possessiveness, cheating, angst (unless it’s angst to fluff)

Karasuno:

Getting Lost Can be Okay- Asahi x m!reader

Pride- Ennoshita x trans!m!manager!reader

Time Off- Daichi x actor!m!manager!reader

More the Merrier- Daichi x Suga x Asahi x m!reader

Thighs?- Nishinoya x m!reader

This Year- Suga x gn!reader

Overpowering- Part Two- AlphaTanaka x OmegaM!reader

Good Enough- Ennoshita x m!reader

Didn’t Need To- By Request! Nishinoya x trans!m!reader

Karasuno Time Skip:

Questions and Answers- College!Yamaguchi x college!gn!reader

Right Back Here- Tsukishima x gn!reader

Get Your Mans- Hinata x trans!m!reader

Family Reunions Can Suck- by request- Kageyama x trans!m!reader

Magnet- By Request! Hinata x gn!reader

Safety Hoodie- By Request! Tsukishima x trans!M!reader

Be My Boyfriend Instead- By Request! Hinata x trans!M!reader

Nekoma:

Do Your Best- Kuroo x trans!m!reader

Customs- Lev x gn!reader

Prank War- Yamamoto x gn!reader

Behavior Changes- Kenma x gn!reader

Ugly- Shibayama x gn!kuroo!reader

Nekoma Time Skip:

Pretend to Be Desirable- Yaku x gn!reader

Daddy- Inuoka x gn!sugawara!reader

Fukurodani:

Obaasan- Bokuto x gn!reader

Fukurodani Time Skip:

Reminders- Akaashi x gn!reader

Shiratorizawa:

Knock Out- Part Two- Tendou x trans!m!reader

Modern Day Love Notes- Goshiki x gn!reader

Grow Some Guts- Shirabu x gn!reader

Shiratorizawa Time Skip:

One Hour- Ushijima x gn!reader

Studio Musician- Semi x gn!reader

Date Tech:

Rejection?- Aone x gn!reader

Differences- Koganegawa x m!reader

Date Tech Time Skip:

Odd- Futakuchi x gn!reader

Seijoh:

Failed Plan- Kyotani x gn!reader

Mad Dog Runs Into an Ice Wall- Part Two- Kyotani x m!reader (Oikawa kinnies beware.)

Save Me a Seat- Makki x m!reader

That’s Not My Boyfriend- Matsukawa x m!reader

Impressions Matter- Yahaba x trans!m!reader Soulmate AU

Keychains- Iwa x gn!reader

Seijoh, Stranded, and Stressed- Kindaichi x reader

Seijoh Time Skip:

Just Tap Out- Oikawa x UFC!M!reader

Aquarium Meet Cute- Watari x gn!reader

Real Sweet But I Wish You Were Sober- Kunimi x gn!reader

Too Loud- By Request! Makki x m!reader x Mattsun

Inarizaki:

Mistaken Identity- Osamu x gn!reader

First Words- Atsumu x trans!m!reader Soulmate AU

No More Bad Dates- Suna x gn!reader

Inarizaki Time Skip:

Blind Date- Kita x gn!reader

Regret It- Aran x gn!reader

Itachiyama:

Itachiyama Time Skip:

Broken Ankle- Sakusa x gn!reader & MSBY4

His Jacket- Komori x gn!reader

Johzenji:

Johzenji Time Skip:

Wear You Down- Terushima x gn!reader

Various:

It’s Tradition, Right?- Various Characters x gn!reader

ProWrestler Boyfriend Gets Injured- By Request! Kuroo, Kenma, Lev, Tendou x Pro!m!reader

Punk BF- By Request! Tanaka, Noya, Tendou x m!reader (separate)

Ships:

They Do Try- BokuAka

Buttons to Push- Kita x Aran

Requests always open ✌🏻

Tumblr is chaos.

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Aaaaa wait you'll write yan!reader???? That's so cool!!!! ;-; ❤❤

Who in Haikyuu whimpers??

Who groans??

Who moans??

And who grunts??

I will indeed write yandere reader!

WHIMPERS- hinata, yamiguchi, asahi, inuoka, shirabu, ennoshita, kogane, kunimi, goshiki, fukunaga

GROANS- suga, makki, aran, kita, suna, kenma, yaku, akaashi, tanaka, semi, kai, motoya

MOANS- oikawa, lev, bokuto, atsumu, noya, kindaichi, futakuchi, sakusa, terushima, tendo, sachiro, yamamoto, yahaba

GRUNTS- kuroo, osamu, daichi, aone, iwaizumi, mattsun, kyotani, ushijima, reon, yuki, kageyama, konoha

[depravitycentral]

Thinking of men who practically whimper during sex.

They’re above you, muscles taut and flexing as their hips roll into yours, stuttering and spasming with every thrust. Calling their pace sporadic would be generous – the thrusts are random, carnally snaping into you, as if he has no control over his own body. His breath is labored, deep pants that have hot breaths fanning across your lips, his eyes practically crossed as he stares heavy lidded down at you. There’s not an inch of space between your bodies – your nipples brush against his chest, pebbled and hard and driving him fucking crazy, his cock twitching inside you over and over again until you’re sure he'll come any moment. His forearms cage around your head, the heat radiating from his body making you dizzy as he picks up his pace, the feeling of your tight walls fluttering around him leaving his eyes rolling to the back of his head. It’s heaven, the coarse hairs right above his cock brushing against your sensitive bud with every thrust.

But oh – the sounds he makes are something sinful, downright unholy. They’re deep, starting as groans way down in his chest but slowly climbing to desperate little moans as they tumble past his lips, getting higher and thinner as he nears his end. He can’t look at you like this – he’s too embarrassed, the pleasure making his brain mush as he gasps and heaves out uneven, stuttered breaths.

But at a particularly tight clench around him, he’s suddenly falling forward, his face buried in your neck as he cries out your name, the syllables slurred and runny and god, is he chanting your name? It’s low, breathy, in time with every smack of his hips against yours, heavy balls clapping against your ass as you lick your lips and groan.

Soon your name becomes pleas, little begs that leave you scratching your nails down his back, surely leaving lines you know he’ll wear like trophies tomorrow.

F-fuck, oh fuck oh fuck, just like th-that baby, fuck!

Feels so, mmm o-oh, feels so good, ‘m gonna come s’fast baby, fuck it’s all your fault –

Please let me come, wanna come so – so fuckin’ bad, wanna come in you baby fuck please!

Let me come i-inside, wanna – wanna stuff you so fucking full, oh god ‘m so close –

He’s nearly crying, big fat tears welling in his because he needs you to give him permission to come in that tight cunt of yours, to send ropes of white spurting inside you. He needs you to tell him he’s a good boy, that he deserves to get you sticky and spent, your pussy all puffy and musky.

And when you tell him yes, he can fuck his cum into you, he’s gone.

Suddenly he’s blabbering out slurred thank you’s, his hips bucking into you as he moans and whimpers and chokes on his own gasps, the sounds ringing in your ears as he stiffens up, body going taut and every muscle contracting and oh fuck oh fuck it’s coming he’s coming here it comes –

The moan he lets out is high, almost pained, almost sounding like your name. His eyes are squeezed shut, face still tucked against your neck, and you can feel the spurts of warm, runny cum as his cock twitches, over and over as if he’s trying to get every last drop into you, wanting to make sure you’re good and properly stuffed full. Stuffed full of him.

He’s shaking, his shoulders heaving as he peppers wet, slobbery kisses against your neck, cries of thank you and I love you spilling past his lips as his hips slowly begin moving again, his cock still painfully hard.

‘m sorry, he gasps, need to give you everything…

And, twenty minutes later, the cum slowly dribbling out of your used cunt will be proof – along with the strangled, choked moan he lets out as he watches it.

Keiji Akaashi, Atsumu Miya, Tobio Kageyama, Yuutarou Kindaichi, Kenji Futakuchi, Tsutomu Goshiki

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Aoba Johsai Masterlist

Hello Everyone, This is the Masterlist of my planned post and the link to the post of the scenarios. You also can see some of the symbols below.

🌹: Smut

🥀: Angst

🍭: Fluff

😂: Comedy

🧐: Random

🧸: Domestic

😐: Non-Specified

🗡️: Gore/Yandere

❤️: Romantic

Also, If you want a commission for a one-shot or a series, you can click this link:

Commission

Hello Everyone. I’m starting a commission. If you want a request, you can message me in here, Wattpad and Quotev.  I'm going to make a com

ERINA WRITES- HAIKYUU, HETALIA, KNB

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Oikawa Tooru - Captain

When Their S/O dresses and acts like their Grandparents😂🍭

When their S/O in their Period (Part one) 🍭🧐

Reuniting with their S/O for a long time🥀🍭

Baking cake together with S/O🧸🍭♥️

Pranking S/O by Forgetting Today is Valentine🥀🍭♥️

S/O Surprising them with Pets🧸❤️🍭

Hanging Out with S/O who is a Karasuno Manager❤️🧐

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Iwaizumi Hajime - Vice Captain

When Their S/O dresses and acts like their Grandparents😂🍭

Reuniting with their S/O for a long time🥀🍭

S/O Surprising them with Pets🧸❤️🍭

Having S/O Who can do a Kick-Boxing🧐❤️🍭

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Kyoutani Kentarou - Wing Spiker

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Haikyuu Team Chats

Read this masterpiece on AO3 at https://ift.tt/DawdCA4

by KittyKat2515

A bunch of chaotic gc madness between our beloved haikyuu characters. If you've read my Gay Volleyball Chatfic then you'll be seeing references to that in here

Words: 5823, Chapters: 7/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, M/M

Relationships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, Bobata Kazuma/Futamata Takeharu, Miya Osamu/Suna Rintarou, Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi, Akagi Michinari/Komori Motoya, Ginjima Hitoshi/Oomimi Ren, Daishou Suguru/Terushima Yuuji, Kita Shinsuke/Ojiro Aran, Konoha Akinori/Washio Tatsuki, Kuguri Naoyasu/Shibayama Yuuki, Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Kindaichi Yuutarou/Kunimi Akira, Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, Kamasaki Yasushi/Moniwa Kaname, Hiroo Kouji/Sakishima Isumi, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Takeda Ittetsu/Ukai Keishin

Additional Tags: Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Chatting & Messaging, Song Lyrics, Lyric Pranks, Nishinoya Yuu & Tanaka Ryuunosuke are Bros, Yandere lyric prank, Iwaizumi Hajime Is So Done, Haikyuu mom squad, Mentioned Michimiya Yui, Michimiya and Suga are little shits, Pranks, Everyone being little shits

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/DawdCA4

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Yandere Haikyuu Love Languages

Thank you for 190 followers!!! This is my little gift as a thank you. Don't worry my anons, I'm still working on my requests, my writer's block is just hitting a little hard!

The five love languages are: words of affirmation, quality time, physical touch, acts of service, and receiving gifts.

The Haikyuu characters (that I know well) as Yanderes that I think would fit each category most are as follows:

Words of Affirmation

"How am I doing? You love me, right? Tell me that you love me! I love you so much, you feel the same right? Please tell me that you think highly of me, that I'm a good boyfriend to you!"

Yamaguchi (Affirmations mean so much to him, he's a little insecure.)

Tanaka (Tanaka-senpai ring a bell?)

Nishinoya (Similar to Tanaka, but also likes being called the "Guardian of Karasuno".)

Asahi (He can be really doubtful and unsure of himself, so uplifting him and giving him confidence is the best thing you can do for him.)

Goshiki (it's showed in Season 3 and 4 that compliments and affirmations mean more than the world to him.)

Tendou (After being insulted and called a monster and excluded, he'd probably feel so much better to hear compliments from you.)

Kindaichi (Cue blushing and stuttering.)

Yaku (He's not short. He's not short. He's not short. He's not short. )

Yamamoto (If you don't get Tanaka vibes from him, I don't know what to say to you.)

Bokuto (This guy is nuts for compliments, see literally every season he's in.)

Osamu (Tell him he's the better twin. Tell him his cooking is amazing. Don't compare him to his brother unless you're saying he's a million times better than Atsumu.)

Quality Time

"Just stay here with me. Don't try to walk away or anything, just stay. Forever. I will never get bored of spending time with you, you know. You're perfect for me."

Tsukishima (I can't picture him with anything other than this or acts of service. He would be fine with sitting in silence with you.)

Kageyama (This boy could also sit in silence with you forever. Or he could listen to your sweet voice talking to him.)

Ushijima (Again, the quiet ones are totally into this. He'd really like to hear you talk to him, he'll pay close attention.)

Iwaizumi (He would love to have you paying attention to him and him alone, no pretty boys distracting you.)

Kenma (He'd love to just play video games with you in near-silence or hang out.)

Aone (Possessive af but not a touchy guy.)

Akaashi (Keep Bokuto away from him for a little while and he'll be indebted to you. Okay, but seriously, he needs some cheering up, and what better way than to spend quiet time with you?)

Suna (He'll make sure to commemorate these moments with thousands of photos.)

Physical Touch

"I want to spend the rest of my life like this: with you in my arms. I never want to let go of you. I could just hold onto you forever, I don't care so much about what you have to say about it, as long as I can do just that."

Oikawa (He'd probably want compliments to inflate his ego, yes, but I think he'd just want to constantly be able to touch you all over even more.)

Yahaba (This guy is surprisingly flirtatious in Season 2, and he can be pretty demanding.)

Kuroo (He wants to hold you close and wrap a possessive arm around you.)

Inuoka (More innocent than others, just wants to hug and squeeze you so tightly. I think he's naturally a touchy person.)

Futakuchi (He wants to show you off, and what better way than touch?)

Atsumu (Are you surprised? Me neither.)

Aran (Possessive, possessive, possessive.)

Terushima (Don't you dare act surprised.)

Acts of Service

"It was kind of you to do that for me, I feel so lucky to have you! This is why you can't leave me, I couldn't live without you! You're my lifeline and you help me just by being alive... but this- this is so much... to help me, even with everything I've done to you."

Hinata (This boy is clumsy af and needs help with a lot of things. For you to pay him attention and help him... you've sealed your own fate.)

Semi (He'd probably get off at making you do things for him, to be entirely honest.)

Shirabu (This salt bowl would probably love this too, considering he doesn't look for praise- like what he calls out Goshiki for doing.)

Kunimi (He's too frickin' lazy to get anything done, so you'd be a huge help.)

Kita (This man really appreciates your help with cleaning and preparing for the day. If he needs something done that's not in his daily routine, he feels grateful if you do it for him.)

Sakusa (Don't touch him, don't get close to him, just help him keep his world clean.)

Receiving Gifts

"You're so thoughtful! You're the best gift I could ever get, but just to know you were thinking of me, even just a little, is more than I could ever ask for."

Sugawara (This sweetheart would fit in many categories, but I picture him getting so flustered at your gifts.)

Daichi (This man would be so flustered by your gifts. Check out Season 3 with the good luck charm, it means a lot to him!)

Lev (He'd be so honored and his eyes would just shine! He'd treasure it forever and maybe add it to his shrine!)

Koganegawa (WOAH! This is for him? Wowie! He'd be happy with just your phone number!)

Akiteru (Very different than his brother, but such a sweetheart. Treat him well.)

[terushimooo]

There are three sides to every story; mine, yours, and the truth...

There’s no use in resisting, and there’s no use in pondering why. The explanation is simple, it’s because you’re family.

The importance of family is always stressed, in every household. But in yours, in your tight-knit... community, family is everything.

Leaving the family is almost unheard of, especially unscathed and as easily as Kindaichi let you go. You’d been foolish to think you were free, that you ever had a say in any matter. But now, now you understand. Now you see clearly that you never really left, and you never really will.

With blood soaked hands coming to cup your heated cheeks, crimson mixing with a stream of salty tears, you know you’ve learned a valuable lesson.

Regardless of anything else — personal wants, needs, or desires — family always comes first.

[rocorambles]

What would Kindaichi be like as a yandere?

Kindaichi would genuinely love you, but sometimes his stubbornness and temper just get the best of him. 

Warnings: Yandere, Toxic Relationship

Overall I don’t think he’d be too bad as a yandere. He treats you as best as he can, although he’s not very good at showing his affection for you openly. However, there are going to be red flags when you have arguments. 

He’s always right and you’re always wrong. It doesn’t even matter if he does realize that he’s the one at fault, he’ll never admit that or apologize for it so you better just go along with what he says. It always feels like he’s nagging you or picking a fight for no reason even though he says he’s just pointing things out because he cares for you. 

He’ll say some of the cruelest things to you in his anger. There will be absolutely no filter on his words because he’s just so frustrated and he wants you to feel as upset as him. But you’ll get stuck in a toxic cycle because once your fight blows over, like I said, he won’t apologize, but he just has this way of so genuinely coming back to you and being the boy you fell in love with in the first place that you can’t help but be drawn back in.