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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.

#yandere haikyuu #yandere oikawa #yandere iwaizumi #yandere matsukawa #yandere hanamaki #yandere kyoutani #yandere kindaichi #yandere kunimi #haikyuu smut #_haikyuu #_lee's headcannons #_tooru oikawa #_hajime iwaizumi #_issei matsukawa #_takahiro hanamaki #_kentarou kyoutani #_yuutarou kindaichi #_akira kunimi

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seijorhi · 1 year ago

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Okay but thoughts on yandere! shirabu??

i love shiratorizawa as a whole so fucking much. they kinda get overshadowed here cuz of seijoh and inarizaki and a certain other trio of gym idiots but

hoo boy. they're all so fucking hot and for what? for wHAT??!?!

shirabu tho... 👀

he'd be such a mean, snippy little shit of a yan. definitely one to isolate his pretty darling and make her feel like she's worthless and useless and ugly purely so she won't (can't) ever think of leaving him <33

#pretty setter squad <33 #rhi answers

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chiffiorra · 2 years ago

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Haikyuu Masterlist

🌧 - angst

⛅️ - romance

🔥 - 18+/nsfw

☁️ - platonic

☀️ - sfw

⛈️ - yandere/dark content

- Karasuno (烏野高校) -

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- Nekoma (音駒高校) -

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- Fukurodani (梟谷学園) -

Keiji Akaashi (赤葦京治)

• Come Here a Little Closer ⛅️🔥

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- Aoba Johsai/Seijoh (青葉城西高校/青城) -

Takahiro Hanamaki (花巻貴大)

• Semi Public 🔥

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- Shiratorizawa (白鳥沢学園) -

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- Inarizaki (稲荷崎高校) -

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- MSBY Black Jackals (ムスビイブラックジャッカル) -

Atsumu Miya (宮侑)

• Yandere Prompt #19 ☀️⛈️

- Others -

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#housekeeping ☆

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mango-bango-bby · 3 years ago

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stoooooooopppppp i absolutely love all of your manager headcanons i need some for seijoh

♡ Yandere Aoba Johsai Headcanons ♡

(A/N: I honestly love doing these manager headcanons so I’m so happy that you all keep requesting them 🥺🥺 I hope you like this, darling!! I think it turned out good 💖 Btw, I don’t have many haikyuu requests if any of you wanna send some in 🥺👉👈)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, overprotectiveness, possessiveness, clingyness, stalking, also this is meant to be platonic yandere 💖

Summary: You’re the manager of Aoba Johsai’s boys volleyball team! (Yan!Platonic!Aoba Johsai x GN!Manager!reader)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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♡ You are in for a wild ride being the manger of these boys, simply because they are so so protective over you. They just need to protect you! You’re so fragile, they don’t even want to imagine what could happen if you didn’t have them to protect you and make sure you were alright!

♡ Tooru just is so clingy, he just wants to be with you all the time. It’s like he knows somehow when you have free time and takes that opportunity to be with you. Also he loves physical affection, he’s always hugging you and giving you head pats. He’s definitely very protective but in a stalker-like way.

♡ Issei always uses his height as an advantage over you. He loves to just randomly pick you up from behind, loving the way you squeak before realizing it’s him and laughing. He always puts things up really high so you ask for his help to get it back. He also loves to make fun of you a little bit. But it’s always harmless fun, so don’t worry about it accidentally hurting your feelings.

♡ Hanamaki is the person you always go for for help or comfort. Because he’s seen you be so upset when you come to him for comfort, he’s very protective over you. There have been many times when he has convinced you to cut someone out of your life simply because he doesn’t trust him. You always believe him though and do what he says!

♡ Iwazumi is also very protective over you. Him and Oikawa are almost always next you. He’s very much the older brother of the group with you. He’s there for you but that doesn’t mean he’s not tough on you sometimes. Although he’s not nearly as tough on you as he is with everyone else. He’s just soft for you.

♡ Kyotani actually wasn’t to big of a fan of you at first. You were just so cheerful all the time! It annoyed him! But after you help him once after he gets injured, he quickly gets very attached to you. He’s practically a guard dog. No one dares to approach you when you have Kyotani standing right behind you, snarling. You never seem to notice though or at least you don’t mind.

♡ Oikawa’s fans don’t really like you to much but barely any of them try to approach you. He’s very touchy and clingy with you so they get jealous but also there’s barely anytime when the team isn’t looming over you protectively. So the most they do is give you dirty looks, but if it ever upsets you to much the team will be willing to take care of it really quick!

♡ Team sleepovers are an absolute must! You always end up falling alseep early though because you always get to choose the movie. They all just stay quiet once you fall asleep, they don’t wanna wake you just because you look so peaceful while you’re asleep!

♡ These boys absolutely hate when someone from another team approaches you, even a manager of another team. They just want you all to themselves! Because you’re their manager and no one else’s!

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

#yandere haikyuu #platonic yandere #soft yandere #yandere seijoh #yandere seijoh x reader #yandere!seijoh #yandere seijoh x manager reader #yandere aoba johsai #yandere aoba johsai x reader

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catnaples · 4 years ago

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TOXIC CRUSH, PT 1

I love this idea so, so much lol. I decided to make two parts of this, the first one being the quick events leading up to Y/N’s move to Seijoh, and the second part where she’s at Seijoh. I know that a lot of yandere writers will include the non-con and dub-con, but neither of these stories will have that so if it’s a trigger for you then don’t worry! I will include all warnings in each fic too. I hope y’all like!

PT 2

You’ve been friends with Hinata for as long as you can remember. You just never thought that his silly little crush would destroy your entire life in less than a week.

TW: Bullying, Harassment, fat-shaming

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You had no idea that Hinata would turn out like this, honestly. He had always seemed so kind and easy-going, you valued your friendship with him more than just about anything else.

You had always been a larger girl, and your peers often liked to pick on you solely for that reason, of course until Hinata was by your side. He had always appreciated you for who you were, not who society thought you should be. That’s why this was so heartbreaking for you.

You had just entered your classroom, only three days into this hellish situation, to find your desk littered with hateful messages. Tears once again pricked your eyes, but you refused to let them fall as you slowly made your way to your seat.

Everyone in the classroom stopped and stared at you, their eyes critical. “I can’t believe she rejected poor Hinata.” You heard a girl whisper. Your ears burned red as you plopped yourself down. The seat moved a little as you did so, making you cringe. Another boy spoke up, the sneer in his voice evident. “I mean, why would he even want to date a cow like her?”

You willed yourself not to listen anymore, and turned your attention to the tissue you were holding in your shaking hand. You began to wipe away whatever you could from the desk, praying Mr. Takeda would understand. He had to understand. He was an adult after all, he could be reasonable. Not like the volleyball team. They kicked you out on Monday, seconds after being in the gym. The look of disgust in Suga’s eyes made your face glow with shame.

You continued to ignore the whispering of your classmates as Mr. Takeda walked in, hope fluttering in your chest. Maybe he’d make it stop? But the last of your positive attitude flew out the window when his warm eyes landed on you, and a stern frown made its way to his face.

“Y/N, what did you put all over your desk?” He asked, his voice cold. You stared at him in shock, unable to answer. Before you were able to find your voice, he pointed to the door. “Defacing school property is not allowed. Go to the guidance counselor, I’ll be speaking to her about your behavior.”

Numb from shock, you slowly rose from your seat, picked up your bag, and trudged from the room, the door slamming behind you. Before you knew what was happening, you felt tears rushing down your face and your feet began to move on their own. Before you knew it, you were on the floor in the girls bathroom, bawling your eyes out.

You couldn’t understand how simply explaining to your best friend that you weren’t romantically interested could evolve into a situation like this. As you continued to sit and shake, you thought about how different things could have been if you had just said yes. You’d still have the volleyball club, all of your friends, a kind supporting teacher...would you have been happy though?

Anger began to boil in your blood as you thought about how unfair this entire situation was. Saying no didn’t mean Hinata had the right to terrorize you, to spread rumors about you to make you seem like the villain. You felt anger at your former team.

Suga and Daichi always gave others the opportunity to defend themselves, but not you. Tanaka and Noya treated you like you were infected with the plague, the complete opposite of their perverted attitude from the week before.

Kiyoko and Yachi stood in the corner staring and whispering, when they never did that to anyone else no matter how out-of-pocket they acted.

Kageyama glared at you the entire time you were in the same room as him, and Tsukishima very audibly began to trash talk you to Yamaguchi, who nodded along to every single thing he said - including the things he said about your weight.

You thought of all the schools you could transfer to, all of the schools that Hinata didn’t have an influence over. The only one that came to mind was Seijoh. You didn’t want Hinata to be in pain, you still cared for him of course. But you would not let him see you break, and if that meant transferring and forming a new group of supportive friends, then so be it. Even if it was with their sworn enemies.

#haikyuu #yandere haikyuu #yandere seijoh #haikyuu fic #yandere haikyuu fic #hinata #hinata shoyo #karasuno

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creative-crybaby · 3 years ago

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Hey, Neighbour

PAIRING: yan!timeskip!Matsukawa Issei x fem!reader

GENRE: smut | dark content (18+)

Minors DNI

TAGS + WARNINGS: yandere themes, stalking, toxic relationships, violence, mentions of blood, murder, oral (f receiving), fingering, masturbation (m and f), non-consensual recording, light manhandling, use of sex toy, brief mention of squirting, brief mention of overstimulation, size kink, breeding kink if you squint, praise kink, voyeurism

Let me know if I missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 6.6k

SUMMARY: Your little crush on your neighbour grew with each passing day. If only you knew the effect you had on him. All characters are 18+

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Got this posted on my birthday, babeeeeeeey 🥳🥳🥳 Anyways, back to homework I go 🥴🥴🥴

You didn’t see him at first. Not that you could, anyway.

The stubborn part of your brain convinced itself you could carry one box more than you could, and you couldn’t see in front of you as a result. Your hastiness didn’t help you either, and the door next to yours swung open as you passed it. You found most of your boxes scattered around on the floor a second later, and you scrambled to pick them up.

“Shit! Are you all right?”

The baritone voice entranced you to find its owner. Your gaze from the ground trailed from the shoes to the nicely fitted black suit pants, to the even better fitted black polo shirt, until you reached a handsome face. There was plenty to notice: a clenched jaw emphasizing his sharp jawline, a prominent upper lip that takes some of his intimidation away, well-sculpted cheekbones that add maturity to his appearance, hooded eyes with thick and dark brows creasing with concern, and black curls you couldn’t help but want to swirl around your finger.

You were stuck admiring and almost forgot to nod. The man apologized, lending you a hand and offering to help you with your boxes. You accepted the attractive stranger’s offer, and he carried them all to your apartment with ease.

You both introduced yourselves, and that stranger turned out to be your next-door neighbour, Matsukawa Issei. He was on his way to work in a hurry when he accidentally knocked you over with his door (something he once again apologized for).

He worked at a funeral home, you discovered. You would have liked to have asked him what that was like, though it was time for you to part ways before you could press further.

“See you around,” he called out with a wave as he walked away. “Hopefully without bumping into each other.”

You figured he had gotten that question about a hundred times already as you hurried back to your new home. Maybe he’ll tell you one of these days.

Matsukawa wasn’t joking: you saw him every day, though you shouldn’t have been surprised. The two of you would leave for work around the same time, sometimes catching each other as you exited your respective homes or even to the station. If not, you’d also seemingly bump into each other at the grocery store or the nearby gym (where he’d jokingly accuse you of checking him out). You’ve even caught him having a smoke break out on his balcony while you went out for fresh air. Regardless of where you were to meet again, he’d always give you that same welcoming smile, his eyes closing as he greeted you with his new nickname for you: “Hey, neighbour.”

Nothing to grow flustered about–that’s what you were to him, after all–though your face couldn’t help but heat up every time he addressed you that way. He chuckled about it too, but he doesn’t comment on your embarrassment; mercy, you called it.

It was a silly little crush at the end of the day; nothing you’d have time for, let alone emotional commitment. Your priority was to start anew, you reminded yourself. Adapt to your new home, new job, new life. Heal.

Then again, what was a little eye candy going to do? As long as you didn’t take it any further, at least for now, there was no harm in admiring beauty when you saw it. Perhaps the light ogling was the path towards healing? Prove to yourself that good men like him did exist in this world. Good, witty, charming, sexy men…

At least, that’s what you told yourself when you caught him at the gym again. You’ve been seeing him there more often, you noticed, though you weren’t exactly complaining. His back was to you, watching his reflection as he lifted his weights. You lost count on your set as you observed him, saliva pooling on your tongue as his biceps flexed.

It was all cut short when another gym member tapped your shoulder, making you jump. The stranger didn’t appear all that amused as you took your time doing jack shit, and you mumbled an apology before moving to the treadmills.

Daring to glimpse your neighbour’s way, you found him already looking back at you through the mirror, entertainment dancing across his features. You whipped your head to face forward, your face feeling much warmer than before.

With you swearing to avoid his gaze for the rest of your life, you failed to realize his eyes never left your frame.

Regardless of whether or not you believed in a greater being out there, you were certain you were being tested right now. You must have been; after all, why else would you find yourself only a few feet away from your half-naked neighbour?

You’d probably cross the short distance between you two if it weren’t for the balcony railings in your way. For now, though, you forced your eyes away from the attractive man who only sported grey sweats.

“Hey, neighbour.”

You didn’t mean to shiver, though it was too late to play it off. Slowly, you turned your head back to face the funeral home employee, your smile obviously forced. He didn’t comment on your wavering voice as you greeted him back; instead smirking at your bashful state.

You stupidly asked him if he was cold, to which he shrugged, his amusement growing by the second. Hoping to shut yourself up, you took a long sip from your mug, eyes trailing elsewhere.

“No need to be so embarrassed,” he chuckled. “You ever been to the beach? Or a pool?”

You sputtered a weak comeback as you tried not to choke on your coffee. A laugh rumbled out of his chest, a deep and melodious tune swimming into your ears. Your eyes landed on the light flexing of his abs with every breath he took, and your grip on your mug tightened.

You made an excuse—something about needing to feed your cat (which you don’t have). He nodded in amusement and politely waved you off before you speed-walked back inside. Even once you were away from him, you could hear his laughter grow louder. If it wasn’t the prettiest sound you ever heard, you’d yell at him to shut up. Asshole.

There was a sex toy shop only a few blocks away. You found it a while back, but never got the chance to explore it. With the day off you got from work, you might as well spoil yourself; you’ve definitely earned it.

And once you found the perfect toy–a magic wand–you were more than ready to test it out once you got home.

The plan was easier said than done when you discovered that the bag they put your toy in was practically see-through. What if you crossed someone on the street? Or your apartment building?

The gods were especially cruel to you with that last part. When you got to your floor, you speed-walked to your door as quickly and quietly as possible. You took a glimpse behind you to make sure no witnesses were around, only to be met with a door to your face. Again.

“Woah!” Whistled a familiar voice. “Hey, neighbour. You okay?”

A large hand splayed itself before you, and you took it as you got off the floor.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” Matsukawa chuckled before observing your face with a gentle hand on your cheek. You felt warm at the small distance between you two, and you moved back, assuring him you were fine. He hummed, then peered down to something next to you. “You dropped something.”

Your eyes widened in a panic as your gaze darted down to your bag. You hastily grabbed onto its handles–making sure the contents remained inside–and excused yourself with a bow.

You’ve only calmed down once you were in the confinements of your home. Your chest heaved for air as you tried to assure yourself that he didn’t see anything. Though even if he didn’t, your reaction was more than questionable.

Embarrassed was an understatement: you were humiliated.

But not so much that you would no longer give your new toy a try.

And you only had one person in mind as you did so.

Why was he here?

Why the fuck was he here?

Were you not careful enough? Did you grow too comfortable going out? All you did was enter your apartment building, only to find your ex-boyfriend already inside.

You weren't able to sneak past him. He caught sight of you right away and asked you to hear him out.

Hear him out.

The fucking audacity.

You told him you never wanted to see him again after you gained the courage to end things with him. You blocked his number, deleted your social media, and moved to Miyagi to start over. None of that was enough for him to get the hint. So now you had to push him away as you tried to tell him to fuck off without your voice wavering. Unfortunately, all that time at the gym wasn’t enough; you were lucky if you even got him to budge. He was much taller and stronger.

And so much fucking scarier.

“Is there a problem here?”

Tears prickled the corners of your eyes at the sound. Matsukawa stood a few feet away from you two, a thick brow raised as he peered down at your ex distastefully. Your neighbour was your guardian angel, you were sure of it.

Without thinking, you ran to him and wrapped your arms around him. You called him babe, and you only then noticed the plastic bags he was holding: groceries. Plastering a large smile, you asked him what he planned on cooking you for dinner tonight.

Matsukawa’s expression didn’t falter, and you could only hope he got the hint. He did–thank God–the arm he carefully wrapped around your waist told you that much. You squeaked at the sudden touch, but tried not to break character.

“I’m making your favourite,” your supposed boyfriend hummed with a warm smile. He then looked back at your ex, his kind expression evaporating. “Didn’t know we were going to have guests tonight.”

That was enough for the creepy bastard to walk away with a scoff. You realized you were still latched onto your neighbour, and you hastily dragged him into the elevator before bringing him into your apartment and slamming the door shut.

You explained yourself in under a minute. Matsukawa had to put his hands on your shoulders to remind you to breathe.

Your ex seemed nice enough when you first met him. Your friends and family weren’t too fond of him; they thought he didn’t have much to offer, but you dismissed them as being shallow at the time.

Your loved ones were only half-right about him: your ex didn’t bring a lot to the table, but what he did just about ruined you. What you used to call “concern for his partner,” you now knew was controlling behaviour: from telling you what to wear to giving you a restricting diet, your choices were no longer your own. Though, that was only the tip of the iceberg.

You’d rather not go too into detail about the horrors of your previous relationship; digging yourself out of that hole was challenging enough. While you were proud of yourself for escaping and learning to open up again, it all felt pointless now. The move, the new job; they meant nothing.

Your neighbour’s expression was unreadable. “Have you informed the police about all this?”

Even in your panicked state, your face managed to falter even more. You told him you don’t trust the police: regardless of whether or not they’d believe you, they’d find a way to side with your ex. He hasn’t done any real harm, you managed to get away before: they’d only believe you once the bastard crossed a line.

You didn’t realize how silent it got since you voiced your concern, having glared off into space at the cards handed to you.

“I’ll take care of it,” he told you. His hands were still on your shoulders, the warmth seeping through the fabric of your shirt and blazing onto your skin. You refrained from shivering. “Do you have another place that you can temporarily stay over at? Like a friend’s house?”

You nodded again, your gaze fixed onto his as you exhaled shakily. It’d all be last-minute to prepare, though you were sure your friend would understand. That wasn’t your focus, though.

Matsukawa was not only quick to believe you, but acted on that belief as well. What would he do? And would it help? Wasn’t him playing the role of boyfriend enough? You didn’t even know what he had planned.

His normally hooded eyes, now piercing as they held your stare, trapped you in place. “I’ll keep you safe.”

He was a man of his word, your neighbour. Only having been gone for two days, you received a call from him assuring you that you could return to your apartment.

“I scared him off,” was as specific as he was willing to be.

Not that you doubted him, though. As gentle as he was with you (minus the times he’d open his door at your face), he was still a towering form of muscle and dark features.

Regardless, was scaring your ex off all it took? Matsukawa seemed to believe so, but he didn’t know your previous lover like you did. Like you do.

Your neighbour understood your concern, though his confidence grappled with his words as he convinced you to return. There was no force in his tone; he was inviting more than anything, but you still had your doubts.

“Tell you what,” he started, “I won’t be going to work tomorrow, so I’ll be around to make sure you’re okay. If you’re comfortable with it, I’ll even let you stay in my room for the day, and I don’t expect nor want you to pay me back in any way. Once you feel better in your own home, we can move on to you calling me whenever you feel unsafe. How’s that sound?”

Your mouth responded before your brain processed. Matsukawa has done so much already; you could figure the rest out yourself. It wouldn’t be the first time, after all.

“It’s no trouble at all, really,” he assured. “I don’t fully know what you’ve gone through, but I know hiding forever won’t do you any good. Give yourself some credit; you’re stronger than you think. You deserve to feel safe in your own home. Besides,” you could practically hear his smug grin through the phone, “I miss my favourite neighbour.”

Oh, he was good.

But he was also kind enough to stand by you as you opened your apartment door. He trailed behind you as you entered your home, even offering to help you unpack after you checked every room. (You said no, of course; he helped enough.)

You just needed to catch up on work for the day, but with a guest, you’d feel guilty keeping him unoccupied. The tea you made for him wasn’t enough for you. He graciously accepted your offer to make him dinner, much to your delight. You were far more ecstatic when he enjoyed the meal, and as time crept closer to your neighbour’s departure, you couldn’t help but feel disappointed.

You hung your head low as you followed him to your door, and he chuckled.

“My place is right next to yours,” he grinned, lightly nudging your shoulder. “I’m not really going anywhere; I’m right there if you need anything.”

He was about to grab hold of the doorknob when you got the fabric of his shirt first. Matsukawa turned back to you at the tugging sensation, only to have met your glossy eyes peering back up at him. The kiss you landed on his cheek threw him more off-guard, though, and after a short pause between you two, you gave him another one closer to his mouth. And another. And another.

His arms secured themselves around your waist as you desperately pressed your lips against his. Your hands found themselves in his hair, and you sighed as your fingers finally got the chance to play with his curls. With your bodies so close–practically stuck to each other–yours felt warm and your chest; tight.

Even so, you pulled him back into your home. Despite his large frame, his steps slowly followed yours.

“Are you sure?” he panted after separating himself. “You don’t owe me anything—”

You cut him off with a breathless confirmation before connecting with him once more. He returned the affection with just as much fervour, lightly tapping your side to tell you to jump. You were quick to follow, feeling his large hands hooked under your thighs as he carried you back to your room.

Your back hit the mattress beneath you when Matsukawa lightly tossed you onto your bed. He was already removing his shirt while you watched in a daze, though you were still embarrassed as he threw the article of clothing somewhere. He smirked, catching your wandering eyes.

“Nothing you haven’t seen before, sweetheart,” he quipped lowly, removing his slacks. You didn’t miss the bulge his boxers tried to hold back, and you rubbed your thighs together. Without breaking eye contact, Matsukawa crawled onto the bed and continued your previous makeout session.

You realized your clothes were still on, though your neighbour was kind enough to help you take them off. His eyes raked over every inch of exposed skin, lids even more hooded, and you caught the twitch of his bulge in your peripheral vision. Because of this, you missed how he crawled closer, his lips latching onto your neck. The sucking and nibbling sensations fuelled your impatience, making you whine as you pulled him closer. Even as his hands began roaming your body, he wasn’t touching you where you wanted him to. You grabbed hold of his hands to drag them to cup your breasts, and he chuckled against your skin.

“Easy, easy,” he tsked, unclasping your bra and letting it slide off your chest. You almost didn’t notice how his breath hitched as he stared at the exposed flesh. “Christ, you have no idea what you do to me.”

His lips wrapped themselves around one of your nipples, lightly suckling on the bud as one hand groped the neglected mound and the other slid into your damp panties. You mewled helplessly as one of his digits entertained your clit, rubbing slow but sharp circles that made you buck your hips.

So much going on, and you’ve barely started. Every touch Matsukawa landed on your body appeared well-thought-out, his fingers and tongue perfectly following a choreography you had yet to teach him. Or maybe you’ve missed the feeling of someone else’s touch so much that you’ve grown sensitive to whatever has been offered to you?

Your question remained unanswered as he suddenly removed himself from you. You didn’t mean to whine so loudly, but after he ignited a fire in your core, you found it unfair for him to let it dwindle from neglect and a cool breeze.

No one has ever made you beg so quickly before, but much to your delight, Matsukawa complied. Removing your panties with his teeth in one swift motion, he then threw the garment aside to lower himself back to your sopping cunt.

“Shit,” he groaned, taking two fingers to separate your lower lips. “So much better up close, aren’t you?”

You weren’t given a chance to say anything; he already latched onto your clit, lapping at it with his tongue as he slid a finger in your cunt. Your thighs twitched from the sudden rise in pleasure, and your hands planted themselves into his curly locks. Your neighbour felt the tugging sensation sting his scalp and groaned, the vibrations attacking your nub.

“Fucking delicious,” he murmured against your core, sliding in another finger.

You felt him curl his digits inside you, hitting your sweet spot and making you gasp as tears prickled the corners of your eyes. You tried to hold back on squirming, but it was proven too difficult as he sped up his pace. You hardly realized when he added a third finger until your orgasm threatened to erupt.

And when he suckled on your clit, your body writhed in his hold. He didn’t stop, either; his fingers worked their magic alongside his tongue as stars consumed your vision and your toes curled.

Slumped against the mattress, you panted heavily as your lungs begged for oxygen. You blinked away tears as Matsukawa crawled on top of you once more, peering down at your form with a predatory gaze.

“Think you got one more in you?” he hummed, tilting his head slightly. You needed several more seconds before nodding, and a grin pulled at the corners of his lips. “Good girl.”

You were grateful for his eyes being on your face and not your lower half; you didn’t need him to catch you clenching at the praise. You wanted to hear him call you that again. You needed to hear him call you that again.

His large and calloused hands further separated your legs as he shifted closer to his spot between them. Your eyes were glued to his lower half as he teasingly removed his boxers, his cock released from hiding.

It wouldn’t fit; you were sure of it. With a considerable length and girth, you doubted you could even fully wrap your hand around it, let alone take it inside you. The shaft was a couple of shades darker than the rest of his skin while a generous amount of veins littered it. The tip, bulbous and of a rosy hue, leaked precum as it begged for attention.

“Got a condom?” your neighbour asked, snapping you out of your daze. The sex shop offered some for a discount price with your new toy, though you weren’t sure if they even had condoms his size. You nodded regardless, warning him of your concern as you momentarily left your spot to get the condom.

Much to your surprise, it fitted him well. You couldn’t help but feel disappointed as you watched him put it on, wanting to have him as close to you as possible.

Despite these thoughts, you braced yourself as he slid his tip in, your hands going straight to his back and digging their nails into his skin. He grunted into your ear before whispering sweet nothings to soothe you. While they helped to a certain extent, you found it challenging to relax as he slid more of himself inside you.

“Doing so well for me, doll,” Matsukawa panted, pressing a light peck to your cheek. “About halfway there.”

Halfway, he said. You could feel him in your stomach as is, stretched wide open to accommodate his size, and it wasn’t enough. He stopped moving momentarily to allow you to adjust, thank God, but your tears escaped nonetheless.

Your handsome neighbour shushed you throughout the process to calm you down, whispering more words of encouragement as he slowly slid the rest of him inside. Eventually, your hips touched, and whatever air was left in your lungs broke out. He was kissing your neck now, sliding one of his hands down to give your clit some attention. With a shaky sigh, your grip on his shoulder blades loosened ever so slightly, the pleasure slowly distracting you from such a stretch.

You told him to move, albeit meekly, though he promised to go at your pace. You felt every inch of him as he reeled his hips back and thrust in. He stuck to his word and moved slowly, though his strokes were deep, filling you up to the hilt every time. Bit by bit, the pain evaporated until only the pleasure was left to flood your veins. Hearing him grunt and groan against your skin was a bonus, his baritone travelling straight to your core.

“Christ,” Matsukawa rasped as you squeezed him even tighter. “Such a good girl for me, aren’t you? Taking me so well. You feel good, doll?”

Your moaning told him plenty, and he was happy to oblige when you asked him to go faster. Being split in half like this was a foreign sensation, but welcomed nonetheless. You could feel every vein dragging along inside you—were they sensitive? Was this as heavenly to the handsome ravenette as it was to you? His noises were an indication, but you were by far louder. Could anyone even take a cock this big? Assuming you ever got the honour of having him again, you regretted spending money on a toy that couldn’t compare.

Matsukawa picked up his speed and force, grunting something under his breath that you couldn’t quite catch in your state. He’d prod at your sweet spot with every stroke, your mind drawing a blank as you wrapped your legs around the small of his back. You didn’t even realize that you were calling him Issei, the name flowing out your mouth like an angel’s song, a prayer to the heavens as your vision grew spotty.

“Fuck, doll,” he gasped, his body tensing. “Keep saying my name. Just like that. ‘M so fucking close.”

Oh, he had no idea. The string in your lower abdomen, thin and withering, was just about to snap. And when he snuck his hand back down to play with your clit once more, the dam burst. Your body tensed as flames streamed through your veins, your jaw dropping as your throat trapped the air begging to escape.

You felt your neighbour’s frame grow rigid in your hold, filling the condom as a low groan dragged out from his chest.

You both calmed down from your highs, and only then did you discover that you’ve been dragging your nails all over his back. His body slumped next to yours on the bed, chest heaving as a grin made way on his face.

Even after all that happened, fear crept into your brain, spreading anxiety throughout your body as you watched him sit up. Memories of your ex leaving you to your lonesome for a smoke break after nights of dissatisfaction played in your head, and you instinctively assumed it would happen again.

“Gonna clean you up.” Matsukawa snapped you out of your thoughts. He carefully removed the condom and threw it in your bin before turning around to face you once more, his expression gentle. “I’ll be back in a sec.”

You wished him sticking to his word didn’t affect you the way it did, but you weren’t used to this form of treatment. He’s seen you naked—why were you so bashful as he swiped the towel across your core? He was careful, you noticed, though you were still sensitive. And when he returned to bed with you, he invited you into his arms, asking you if you needed anything else. With a shake of your head, you slowly shifted closer, leaning against his build as you were embraced with warmth and safety.

You two stayed that way for who knows how long, his voice lulling you to subconsciousness.

For the first time in forever, Matsukawa didn’t mind being in a rush to go to work.

He knew he’d be getting a new neighbour, though causing her trouble on their first encounter wasn’t what he had planned. You were cute, he noted. And stubborn, he soon discovered: it took him a bit of persuading to convince you to help with your boxes as an apology for knocking them out of your hold.

You remained on his mind during work that day, and the frequency only increased once he started seeing you more often. He was sure the first few times were mere coincidences, though after finding you at the same gym as him, there was a part of him subconsciously seeking you out. He’d take note of the brands you’d buy at the grocery store, the way you tried to hide your discomfort whenever he’d smoke (something he stopped doing altogether for you), and your progress on your sets and form at the gym. That last one fuelled his ego when he once caught your gaze on him, and he couldn’t help but tease you about it in his own way. You were so cute when flustered; you couldn’t argue with him to save your life. Not that he minded. You could stare at him all you wanted.

He could say with sincere honesty that bumping into you once again in the corridor was an accident. His eyes would naturally glimpse down at your bag out of curiosity; he didn’t mean to be so nosy. But when seeing a sex toy peek out from its carrier, you couldn’t blame him for staring. Luckily, he kept a neutral expression while returning his gaze to your form. You hadn’t noticed him catching your latest purchase, and he had to refrain from smirking.

He wasn’t even upset when you abruptly left him in the corridor from embarrassment. It just meant he could go back to his room and stroke his dick to the thought of you using the wand. How would you use it? Did you like to ease into it, gradually upping the vibration setting? Or did you prefer to tease yourself, turning into a whining puddle as you held back from going all out? Maybe you overstimulated yourself right at the start, keeping the vibrations high until you were a squirting mess with trembling legs.

He was cumming on his abdomen before he knew it. His eyes bored into the sticky mess he made as he caught his breath. He hadn’t finished that quickly since his early teens, and he bet the real thing with you would feel much more euphoric.

How often did you think about him? Did you think about him at all? You definitely did; after your previous encounter on your respective balconies, there was no way he hadn’t crossed your mind at least once. Did his name ever slip past your lips as you touched yourself? Have you imagined him making you cum? What would you want him to do to you? What would his name sound like if you moaned it?

He snuck into your room the next day after you left for work. Playing around with the lock wasn’t anything he hasn’t done before—turns out the things he learned in high school did turn out handy, even if it wasn’t taught in class. He set up a tiny camera in a tight corner of your room connected to his laptop. What you didn’t know couldn’t hurt you. At least, in your case.

For Matsukawa, he needed to know more.

The same day he set up his gear, you used your new toy again in the evening. You were practically dripping; what made you so fucking needy? Were you like that all day?

You played with your clit, easing yourself into the pleasure before eventually using your latest purchase. You were whimpering something under your breath—what, your neighbour couldn’t tell, not with the loud buzzing of the wand. If only he could’ve hidden the camera closer to you, but being in such a rush made him hastily choose whatever spot appeared the best.

But then you got louder. Mostly mewling and moaning, though he couldn’t distinguish much.

Until he did. The ravenette thought he imagined it, being so distracted as he tugged at his cock, but you whined it again.

Mattsun.

He heard you call him that almost every day, and it never got old for him. Not in this setting, though. It was more beautiful than all the times he’d imagine you crying it out underneath him. If only he could get you to call him Issei…

He barely got to complete that thought, having made another mess with his cum. You made him finish so early and hard; it was embarrassing. How was he ever supposed to make you feel this good when you had such an effect on him?

Regardless, he laughed: Matsukawa had a chance.

Then he came along.

The funeral home employee couldn’t give less of a shit where your ex came from; he just wanted the creep to stop standing so close to you. He hadn’t realized how tense he was until you ran to him with open arms, and he felt so much lighter. He could feel you shaking as he returned the embrace, and he wished you’d keep calling him babe.

It was all cut short, and his bliss was soon replaced with fury as you explained your situation. He was honoured that you trusted him more than the cops, though the possibility of them not keeping you safe seeped more anger into his chest. But you didn’t need to see him in such a way; you were already in such a vulnerable state.

So go stay at your friend’s for a bit, and let him do his job to protect you.

There’s no way your ex wouldn’t return to your place now that he discovered where you are. You couldn’t keep hiding, not when you were within reach. So why try to fight against your ex’s persistence? Be inviting, and let it be that fucker’s downfall.

The funeral home employee was quick to prepare for the unwanted visit. He easily fiddled with the lock to your apartment, having done it many times before when you were gone, and let himself in. Purposely leaving the door unlocked, he waited. He waited for as long as he needed to, which was only about twenty minutes before he heard the doorknob jiggle. In sneaked your ex, peeking at every corner before entering the apartment. He jumped when he saw Matsukawa on the couch, whose eyes bored into his target with an unreadable expression.

You let him in, the creep stuttered out. He just needed to get some of his old things back.

Bullshit, but your neighbour offered to lead the way to your room regardless. Only, instead of going straight to the end of the corridor, the two took a right to the bathroom. Before the ex could voice his confusion, he felt a large hand grab onto the back of his head and push him down, slamming it into the sink. Matsukawa wasn’t satisfied; he reeled the bastard’s head back and did it again. And again. And again. And again.

Blood splattered onto the porcelain, juxtaposing the cleanliness of the white with the horrors behind the deep red. Your ex’s head was barely recognizable, if at all. His remains flopped into the sink and onto the floor, blood following the myriad paths between each tile.

Good thing he wore black, but it wasn’t like his closet held many other options. He could worry about his clothes later; it was time to clean up.

His profession came in handy when it called for it. The death consuming the atmosphere stopped overwhelming him long ago, and blood barely fazed him, if at all. It became welcoming over time, he found. Though he assured himself his reasoning behind bashing your filthy ex-boyfriend’s head into your bathroom sink was for your safety first and foremost.

And with his priorities in check, he was given his reward. Hearing you thank him profusely through the phone and in person for helping you warmed his heart, and having you cling to him was the icing on the cake. You needed him; it took you a while to realize this fact, but you finally realized it.

How could he say no to you when you offered to make him dinner? As tempting as it was to casually mention the “no pets” policy in their building, he decided to keep quiet. (He could always tease you later, after all.) He made sure to take his time with every bite, not only to savour the taste but to stall time. No good thing could last forever, could it? Next door neighbours or not, it wasn’t enough, but he forced himself to say goodbye before heading to your door.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t surprised when you tugged at his shirt. And the look you gave him—oh, that look. He could feel his cock stir in his pants from your doe eyes peering up at him, practically begging him to stay. It would be rude to say no, wouldn’t it?

Kissing you was the best he’s ever felt. Every touch you gave him, from tugging at his locks to pressing your lips harder against his, was full of desperation that went straight to his ego and dick. Could you tell how hard he was as he carried you to your room? Even if you couldn’t hear his erratic heartbeat, you should’ve been able to feel it with how close your bodies were.

Seeing you laying on your bed reminded Matsukawa of all the times he’s watched you from behind a screen. This time, though, he got to live out a fantasy. He didn’t have to imagine your taste or wonder what your limits would be; he could test it out for himself. Best of all, he’d get to hear you scream his name.

He remembered what you liked, having watched you so many times. He knew how sensitive you were, and he loved how responsive you were. The way you squeezed his fingers further excited him for what was to come, and your taste was one he’d never want to forget. You won’t need that damn toy anymore now that you had him.

Fitting his cock inside you was a challenge, but you accommodated well. Matsukawa was sure his brain stopped working for a moment with how tightly you were clenching him; he wished he didn’t have the condom on, wanting to feel you milk him dry, fill you up with every drop of cum until you couldn’t take it anymore—

One step at a time. He sat up momentarily to see your pussy stretched open, trying to take him all in. He could’ve cum then and there, but he waited too long for this moment; he’d drag it out, enjoy every second and burn your every reaction into his memory.

“Always so pretty when you cum, aren’t you, doll?”

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this.”

“You’re mine, you hear? Your mind, your body, your soul, your very being is all mine.”

You didn’t hear a damn thing with how fucked out you were, though he supposed he should be grateful for that. Even after all that aggression, Matsukawa shifted to a more gentle persona, cleaning you up and holding you close until you fell asleep.

He didn’t let go after you drifted off, either. He wouldn’t sleep—he refused to. His dark eyes traced every feature on your face. His index finger gently glided across your cheekbone, sliding down to follow your jaw until he stopped at your chin to drag his thumb across your lower lip. You surprisingly didn’t wake up: were you a heavy sleeper? Or could you not sleep because of the past few days?

You had nothing to worry about; at least he knew this. He took care of your problem; you wouldn’t have to keep running. You could relax; rely on him to keep you safe. As stubborn as you could be, he also knew you’d eventually come around. Why deny what’s in your best interest?

With a final kiss planted on your temple, Matsukawa pulled you closer to his side.

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

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tatakaebomb · 3 years ago

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hey could you do a dilf! matsukawa smut maybe he just preys on his daughter kind of thing because her mom passed away so he sees her mom in her and then she comes home and then she sees him on the couch with his friend/friends and then her shirts wet because it was raining so you can see her bra so she gets forced to strip infront of them

so y/n just ends up having a threesome with her dad and his friend/friends it's a bit much but i thought because it said any asks it might be okay

your works are amazing btw

Hey, didn’t know whether you wanted incest or stepcest? So to be safe I did stepcest. It’s still very NSFW though.

My first orgy, fic might not be the best but oh well.

- ash

tw : orgy, drunk sex, anal, fingering, squirting, multiple cream pies, nc, dc, virginity loss, step cest, oral, huge age gaps, hand jobs, vouyerism, others.

NSFW 18+

wc : 2.3k

You looked so like your mother. The hair, the eyes, the figure. Everything resembled her so perfectly.

All of it. Even the way you anxiously look at yourself in the morning through the mirror, pointing out all your insecurities when you were nothing less than perfect. Or how in the morning when you wake up you always do the cute smile, the same one your mother always did when she spun around to greet your step father.

He knew it was wrong, watching you so much. Pretending to be texting his friends but instead watching your social media's from private accounts, groping himself to the thought of you in that bikini, small thong tucked inside your ass as you gave a show for him. Or maybe when your about to go out with your friends, waving him a soft goodbye, turning around to display your tight shorts in his eyeliner. Outline of your under ass carved so well that if you bent even the slightest bit over you'd have him hard for days.

It's been 4 years since she's passed away and he's done his best to raise you as his own, hugging you when you need it. Talking to you about all your problems, it's hard to forget your not his daughter sometimes considering the amount you mirrored her. There were days he thought he was born under a star, thanking the heavens that you weren't his own flesh and blood and so he could fuck you into oblivion. One day...

The rain was treacherous, thunder and lightning havocing down, the noises were menacing and you had to put all your might in your exhausted legs to run home as fast as you could. Clothes drenched and feeble body so tired.

Shutting the door behind you, you groaned at the sound of the TV and laughter coming from the living room, too embarrassed to walk past the open door to travel to the staircase.

'Y/N?' You heard a groggy voice call you just as you stepped closer foot into the light. Reluctantly you turned your head, only to be faced with the image of four guys, slumped on the couch with beer cans scattered over the floor.

'Yes daddy?' You call, turning your body. The only noise filling the room was the call of the volleyball came on the TV and the dripping noises from your drenched hair and clothes.

'Your shirts a bit...you can erm...'

Looking down you were faced with the bright colour of blue glowing through your once white shirt, skin attached to it. Everything so distinguishable, you were exposed without even having to do anything.

'Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!'

'Dont be. Here you can wear this.' One of your fathers friends say to you, calling you over to offer the blanket once draped on his body.

They were all so tall, all so muscular and fit. You couldn't help but get nervous from the sight of all these older men surrounding you. You've seen them before but feeling all their lingering eyes on you was something you've never witnessed. Or never witnessed with realising.

'You can't possibly expect her to wear that with how soaked she is? Go on sweetheart ya can take your shirt off we won't prude-'

'Shutup tooru, think you had one too many'

'Oh cmon iwa, scared you can't handle it?'

The chatter between the men made you a bit wary of the situation, innocently unbuttoning your shirt to throw it to a side, stomach churning but head completely empty at the feeling of so many eyes on you. Your daddys seen you half naked so many times already, what's the problem?

'Here, come sit down.' Mattsun spoke out, patting his lap quickly before any of his other friends could offer you a seat. Pulling your hand you were tucked closely to his chest, damp skirt ridden up, the outline of your panties tugging on the feeling of his jeans, you didn't even realise how turned on he was getting.

'So how's school y/n, heard your 18 now?' The pink haired guy spoke out, arm rested on the seat behind him as he turned to face you, grey sweatpants not very well hiding the erection growing under him.

'Yeah, last month actually. Daddy got me a new car.'

'Did he now? Sorry for not wishing you princess, your daddy didn't exactly tell us.'

'Yeah, we would've gotten you a present. Anything you wanted.' Oikawa scoffed, licking his beer coated lips at the sight of you, mattsuns hands wrapped round your waist, his head resting on your shoulder. You were so stupid. How couldnt you see the way mattsuns eyes were attached towards nothing but the way your cleavage was cupped between your bra, breasts so swell and puffy. He was so close to touching you, so close to sucking your erect, soft nipples.

'Anything?'

'Yeah doll, got something in mind?'

'Erm...maybe a shopping spree? Daddy won't buy me any new clothes.'

'You don't need him for that-' iwaizumi interrupted, grabbing your hand in his, harsh finger tips brushing over your freshly manicured hand. Your pretty eyes gazing up to meet his. He could've sworn he felt his dick twitch at the vision of you.

'-I'll take you out. Tomorrow you free?'

'Shutup. I think I can take my own daughter out dont you think?'

'You can hardly treat her right, don't think once since you came in you've asked how her days been.'

Teeth gritted mattsun didn't threaten to defend his pride, barking back at his childhood pals.

'Why would I need to? If somethings wrong she can tell me. Right princess?'

'Rig-'

'Yeah? God you really don't know how women work do ya.'

The argument that blew out had you nervous, stuck playing with your fingers in your lap. Embarrassed that all this happened because of you, you didn't intend for your daddy to fall out with them all, maybe you should leave.

Attempting to push yourself off you were quickly grabbed by your hips, harsh indents gripping you tightly, spinning around - your father had no less than a sadistical glow in his eyes.

'Where ya headed?'

'I was gonna go shower.'

'Why? Stay here a bit longer wont you?'

Peering around all four of the guys had the same expression, their faces dark and eyes lust blown, their breaths oozed of liquor and intoxication, the dent in their pants hard and teasing.

'I- I really should go...'

Quickly, your wrist was snatched up, you were pushed back onto his lap, body immobile and restrained by the tug of your step dads much bigger arms, knee bouncing you on top of him to keep you patient.

'Does your daddy treat you well doll?' Oikawa asked, pinching your chin to turn you to face him, parted lips and confused expression on your face was all you could put together, what an airhead.

'Yeah, he does'

'Really well, does he satisfy ya?' A taller man knealt infront of you, your gaze drifting towards him, his lips were so close to your neck, so close to nipping at your skin and marking you as his.

It doesn't go silenced the way matsun felt your cunt throb under him, the speed of his bouncing increasing, the other side of your head petted by makki. Your good uncle makki, the one you've seen more than any of the two other men here. The one who questionably always attempts talk to you at every given chance, to pick you up in his car and take you hope. Make you his.

'I- yeah...he gives me whatever I want'

'Really? Well from how damp your panties are right now doesn't seem like he's giving you what you seem to need...' a prodded finger tapped at your clothed pussy, material drenched and your skirt hiked up higher on your hips, empty whine escaping your lips. A kiss planted from behind you. Cheek nipped at, the same kiss you get every night before you go to sleep, now turned more eager, booping at the side of your mouth and chin.

'I- maybe we shouldnt- I don’t think-‘

‘Shh…let daddy give ya what ya ‘wan, you wanna get fucked don’t ya. Don’t lie to me I can feel ya, so tense and wet ‘f me.’

‘Don’t be greedy matsun, a girl as pretty as this doesn’t come too often.’ The edge of your bra being played with, strap pushed lower as a warm mouth quickly latched onto your nipple, light brown haired draped over the boys eyes, your hole being prodded by the man on your other side, fingers playing with the rim of slick you managed to build up by not even being touched, material pushed gently inside you every now and then, teasing you on and on. The dark haired guy infront of you played no mind to begin kissing up your thigh, soft and greedy pecks planted on your exposed skin, your ass grinding into your step dads lap greedily the more you were touched. You didn’t know what to feel.

‘Shit daddy-‘

‘-Ah fuck…’ you moan at the slip of a finger, rimming your slit and pushing gently inside of you, your head separating from the kiss, neck falling onto your step fathers shoulder, small grin rising on his face at the contentment spread on your lips. Sinner, your mother would be so disappointed.

‘God she’s so tight- how haven’t you fucked her stupid yet mattsun.’ Another finger slipped inside you by the pink haired guy, your hands slipping into iwaizumis hair playing between your legs, his tongue moved to play with the red fluffy clit prodding from your dripping pussy, poking and saliva lapping at every small squirt and squish your making from makkis long fingers.

‘Been waiting so long for her believe me.’

‘Mm ‘tastes so good princess…’

The lift of your skirt caught you off guard until a harsh hand moved to slap and grip at the flesh of your ass, underwear snapped and cock rubbed against your cheeks, a whine escaping from your lips, you could hear the audible grunts from your dad, neck bitten down on as he forced himself between your tight ass hole, gripping your legs to slam you on and off his cock.

‘Fuck- ‘s too much…’

‘Shit- fuck. She’s dripping…’

‘That true? Your such a slut baby…’

A guided hand began fucking off oikawas long vein striped cock, all your body feeling weaker, lips dragged into makkis alcohol coated mouth, loose saliva collecting at your cleavage, tits bouncing and the lewd noises from iwaizumi vibrating into your body. You couldnt focus, your once brain dead mind completely occupying with the feeling of release building at your stomach.

Your eyes fluttered so pretty, tears dripping down your cheeks at how teased you were getting, how tense and used you were getting.

‘Oh my god. She’s fucking creaming.’ Iwaizumi didn’t miss the chance to wipe up your taste, screech ripped into makkis throat, oikawas cock fucked faster into your smaller hand, cock slammed between your back walls, thighs, breasts, all groped at. Moans filling the room from all the perverted men around you, using you as nothing more than a pretty fuck bank.

‘Shit. Fuck ‘m gonna cum.’

Your ass was coated white inside, fingers moving to push all the cum that spilt straight back into you. Oikawas cum shooting onto your stomach, a moan of ecstasy leaving his lips as you clenched and squirted into iwaizumis mouth, lust blown eyes greedily looking into yours every drop he lapped up.

Forcefully you were pushed onto the floor, back forced into doggy. Two men stood infront of you, one underneath you and one behind you, your mouth was forced open in an instant, huge long veiny cock shoved down your throat, your eyes shooting white quickly as you were violently faced fucked, pussy filled from under you, tits sucked and latched at and ass finger fucked and prodded at, all whilst one went under and began fucking all the dropped out cum straight back into your velvety ass.

You couldnt do anything but airily moan at the feelings, it hurt so bad but felt so good, you were such a whore, such a cum slut.

‘Yer taking us so well, fuck she must be a pro’

‘Nah- fuck- a virgin, never seen a cock a day in her life’

‘Shit, no wonder she’s so tight, wonder whose gonna be the lucky one and breed this tight cunt.’

‘That true angel? Your a virgin?’

Your cheek filled cock tasted lips moaned and nodded profusely, small adaptions of ‘mhm’ made audible from your attempted speech.

‘Fuck stop talking. ‘M gonna end up cumming too early-‘

Back arching, knees weak, sensitive nipples attacked, ass gripped and played with all while one man is simply fucking himself stupid at the sight of him knuckle deep inside your tight ass. Four huge, lust blown greedy older men fucking a younger newly turned 18 woman, you saw this shit in pornos but never thought it was to happen in real life.

‘I’m gonna cum-‘

‘Fuck-‘

Your ass was coated once again, a moan from you sent vibrations up iwaizumis cock, his sperm coating your once red, swollen lips now white. Throat covered with bittersweet cum, back sprayed white and pussy cream pied and played with. Seperating your hips you dropped your head on the floor, body tired and exhausted, betrayed eyes looking up and around at the men beaming at you.

‘Fuck, hurts so bad…’

Spinning your head around you were turned to face with your greedy step dad, his long fingers pushed into your mouth, grabbing you up into a long, warm kiss. The sight sending blood straight to the other mens cores. It was so lewd and perverted.

‘Hope you had a good birthday wish baby, but the nights not over yet…’

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Kuroo Tetsurou always known the two of you were soulmates. in fact, he'll do anything it takes to convince you.

wc: 4.8k help

tags/tw's(PLEASE READ): explicit n*fw, soulmates trope but warped, childhood friends-to-lovers, feat. Daishou Suguru, character death(not the reader or Kuroo), MANIPULATION, killer!Kuroo, very yandere behavior, romantic in a fucked up way

a/n: this fic leans more plot heavy. for once the sex is both vanilla and consensual, but still!! dark themes ahead

i don’t want minors interacting with my content

You’re six years old when your neighbors move in next door and bring along the kid with the messy black bedhead.

The first time you talk to Kuroo, he’s remarkably shy. The two of you are standing off to the side as your parents get to know each other, exchanging irrelevant pleasantries and how-do-you-do’s, making useless small talk - Oh, your child is about to enter school? Mine as well, what a coincidence!

The only thing he really remembers is looking at you - and feeling as if his world had suddenly shifted.

He waddles over to the grass growing by the side of the road, bending over to inspect the stalks of wilted, flaxen, flowers, searching for the best one. He settles on a daisy, plucking it from amid the weeds, and hands it to you.

He promptly turns beet red and runs the other direction.

You’re eleven - right on the cusp of junior high - when he grabs your hand in the playground, twining his fingers into yours as he swings your arm back and forth, and proudly declares that the two of you are soulmates. His eyes shine eagerly, sparkling in the bright sun, and his voice is thick with hope.

You shake off his grip on your hand. “Don’t be dumb,” you say, rolling your eyes. “Soulmates don’t exist.”

A frown falls on his face for a few seconds, but he wipes it off quickly. When he responds, his voice is quieter, a bit more apprehensive.

“You’ll see what I mean someday. Promise.”

You shrug in confusion. You’re not sure what he means by that, but he’ll probably grow out of it soon, because boys your age are all dumb. For now, your biggest concern is where you’ll take refuge during the next turn of a particularly intense game of hide and seek your friends are playing.

You’re 14 when Kuroo asks you out. You’re not sure if he means it as a joke or not - by now, he’s grown into his signature smirk, eyes glinting as he casually brings up the subject one day after school.

“Let’s hang out sometime,” he suggests.

“We already do, dumbass.”

“Nah. Just you and me, if you catch my drift.”

He turns around and winks at you. You huff out an amused laugh, because maybe he’s practicing for one of the other girls in his class, one of the pretty ones with long hair and a sweet windchime voice. You’ve seen the way he looks at them sometimes.

But more than that, you really don’t want to risk your friendship. It’s something that’d been built up over the years, something that you never want to lose. It’s the kind of platonic relationship that people write stories about, the fabled power of friendship that sustains high school sports anime and children’s TV shows. Why trade it for anything else?

You swallow down the lump of guilt in your throat, and tell Kuroo that you really don’t see him quite like that. You’re really sorry about it - but you guys are such good friends, and you hope that the two of you will keep being friends.

He shrugs, apathetic, and you feel relief washing over you as you turn around and wave goodbye.

You miss the way his shoulders tense when you turn around, fists curling, his empty eyes boring into your back as you walk away from the school gates.

You’re 17 and just about to graduate your second year of high school when he invites you out for a trip to the planetarium.

What a nerd.

“It’s to celebrate,” he tells you. “They’re going to make me captain next year, you know that? Isn’t it cool?”

And it is. You’re genuinely happy for him, so you smile warmly, patting him on the back just like friends are supposed to.

“Congratulations. You deserve it,” you say. You mean every word.

At the planetarium, the two of you walk around as he points out the things he’s read about in those textbooks he consumes for fun. He honestly doesn’t understand why you aren’t as interested as he is in the formation of the Milky Way or the various theories behind the eventual heat death of the universe, but you nod politely and pay attention, so it’s good enough for him.

“See this? They call that constellation Cygnus,” he says.

You wrinkle your nose. “What a weird name.”

He brushes it off, laughing at your comment, and drags you outside to sit under the stars. There’s a special outdoor section of the planetarium that they’ve designated for stargazing, so he spreads out a picnic blanket for the two of you.

When you sit down next to him, his heart drops.

Do you realize what you’re doing to him right now? He can feel the soft, smooth skin of your arm brushing up against him, the thin cotton of your shirt the only border between his body and yours. Your faint laughter echoes at the edge of his hearing, but he’s not really listening.

He’s thinking about you.

More specifically, a future with you. Kuroo wants to come home to your embrace every day, soft and sweet and welcoming, wants to sit down at your table and eat the food that the two of you have cooked together, wants to load up the trunk with heaps of luggage as he drives the kids to family outings with you.

He’s so caught up in his fantasy that he barely even notices when you fall asleep on his shoulder.

When he finally realizes, he smiles gently. He doesn’t mind. He takes a black permanent marker from his pocket, shaking it a few times to get the ink to flow, and carefully grabs your limp wrist. He’s no artist by any means - but when he’s done, there’s a small, delicate image of a daisy on your skin, the ink seeping into the fine lines that run criss-cross over your wrist.

When you wake up, he’ll tell you it’s a soulmate mark and hold up his own matching one. He’ll firmly deny any involvement in its sudden appearance, even as you laugh and punch his arm.

You get your first serious boyfriend when you’re twenty years old. A bit of a late bloomer, all things considered, but Kuroo’s constant presence by your side had driven off most of your potential suitors in high school.

He’s witty, sly, a little crafty at times, and extremely attractive.

Daishou Suguru.

A week after the two of you get together, you start gushing to Kuroo about your new boyfriend on a family visit. You’re lounging on his couch, a big, stupid smile on your face, cheeks flushed and warm as you chatter excitedly.

“Come on, Tetsurou. He was the captain of his volleyball team, too. You’d get along great. And have you seen him before? You gotta admit - even if you’re a hundred percent straight - Daishou does-”

Kuroo’s vision goes dark, blurring at the edges, and he feels bile biting into his throat. He’s not sure he’s ever been so overcome with emotion so potent, anger and disgust and jealousy rotting away at his insides, the acidic feeling of rage spreading like ice through his veins.

“Sorry,” he spits, voice thin and harsh. “I got a call from work, so I gotta go. See you soon, alright?” His pupils have darkened, eyes clouding over with some kind of unreadable emotion, and when you look down at his hands, the skin stretched over his knuckles has turned white.

You’ve never seen him like this before.

Hours later, you realize that he hadn’t touched his phone once during the entire visit.

Kuroo doesn’t usually let many things get to him. He’s pretty good at distracting himself, at rationalizing away his feelings, at all the various coping mechanisms that he’s learnt over the course of his short life.

But over the next few weeks, he’s able to think about one thing and one thing only.

During the day, his mind clouds over with the most disgusting, intrusive images, picturing Daishou bending you over in the most obscene positions, his hand sliding down your back as he fills your squelching cunt with his dick, his other fingers groping at your tits. He thinks about the way your mouth would look, leaking with drool as you stick out your tongue to drag along the shaft. He imagines the way you’d cry out, soft and sweet, moans tumbling from your lips as foreign fingers slide along the folds of your dripping cunt.

Worst of all, he thinks about the way Daishou probably holds your hand as he takes you on dates, about the way you’d smile when he does it, about the joy that soars in your heart as he tenderly plants a kiss on your forehead. These thoughts plague him at night, creeping into his dreams, leaving him tossing and turning in discomfort for hours at a time.

He thinks about it all, and wishes it were him instead.

And then, a few days later: Why can’t it be me?

This revelation is something that dawns on him slowly, a kind of understanding that seeps into his conscious mind bit by bit. Because if he really thinks about it, it should be him. It could be him. He’s every bit as good as Daishou Suguru - in fact, he thinks he’s better. He’s smarter, taller, and loves you in a way that no one else ever will - and Kuroo thinks that this kind of love, his love, is something you deserve.

It’s something you need.

In fact, he’s going to make sure you get it.

The idea he ultimately comes up with isn’t particularly elaborate, but then again, Kuroo isn’t too concerned about the elegance of his methods. As long as they work, he’ll be more than happy. After all, the two of you were always meant to be soulmates, and if divine intervention doesn’t happen sometimes soon - well, he’s more than happy to do the dirty work himself.

He’d lied to you at that family visit a few weeks ago. He’s well aware of who Daishou Suguru is - in fact, they’d been rival captains in high school, and he still has his number tucked away at the bottom of a contact list somewhere.

It doesn’t take much more than a few texts.

Hey man.

It’s been a while. Let’s catch up.

Just like that, he’s got himself plans for the weekend. The whole weekend, in fact. He’s going to need every minute.

Daishou hasn’t changed much since high school. He’s got himself a bit of a different haircut now, with a slightly less aggressive side part, the copper-brown strands cropped closer to his head. He’s approximately the same height, same weight, same slightly crooked posture with his signature smirk plastered all over his face.

Just as easy to dislike as back then.

He arrives at the bar a few minutes later than your boyfriend, showing up in a simple white shirt, as if he’d come here straight from work. He’s more nervous than expected, and he can’t help but feel as if it’s glaringly obvious: his voice is just a bit too wobbly, a bit too high-pitched, the tremor in his hands worsening as he picks up his drink and lets the burn of the alcohol slide down his throat.

But they don’t call it liquid courage for nothing, because just a few drinks later, his nerves have settled down slightly. He feels like his mind has cleared, like his purpose has solidified. He downs another shot, setting the glass down on the table, and feels the tremors in his body subside.

He can do this. He has to do this.

Kuroo feels strangely calm, even as the topic of conversation swings back to you. Daishou mentions how the two of you met, the way he’d asked you out, the plans he has for the future. She’s really nice, huh? he says at one point. I got lucky, I guess.

Lucky, but not for long.

Not if he has any say in it.

The rest of the night passes in a blur - he vaguely remembers the snippets of conversation, the quiet hum of the people milling around him, the warm lights from the ceiling and the cold glass in his hands. There’s no details that stick out in particular, though - not until the end.

He remembers how the two of them walked outside, a comfortable silence settling in the air. He remembers the way Daishou had tried to unlock the car, clicking the remote several times before huffing in frustration. He remembers the way he’d offered him a ride home - My place isn’t so far from yours. I can drop you off.

Nah, I don’t want to be a bother. I’ll get this clunker started eventually.

He remembers the way he insisted, and the way that Daishou had eventually accepted. He remembers the relief in his eyes - Thanks, man I really owe you one - and the way that he’d settled into the passenger seat, completely at ease, completely unaware.

After that, all he remembers is the intense, overwhelming feeling of gratification.

In the aftermath, Kuroo watches the news carefully.

The police finds his body at the bottom of a river on the outskirts of Tokyo a few weeks later. It’s bloated, rotting, ugly - covered in silt and grime, swollen blue and gray, chunks of flesh missing from where the animals had scavenged. They say it’s too far gone to be of any use in gathering forensic evidence - he lets out a sigh of relief - but the detectives are going to try their best using the circumstantial evidence available.

Good luck with that. In the meantime, he’s got other things to attend to.

He hates to see you worried sick, but if things are to be considered from a long-term point of view, this really was for the best. The first few days after he goes missing, you come down with a fever and chills, and it only worsens after you hear about his death. You’re stuck in your room all day, moping around, wrapped up in blankets as you sob your little heart out. Your bedroom is littered with tissues, your nose red from the constant friction.

Kuroo brings you chicken soup.

He sets the warm thermos on your bedside table as he sits down beside you, concern written all over his face. He takes off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders.

“Hey,” he greets. “Hope you’re feeling better.”

You offer him a watery smile. “This certainly helps,” you say, holding out the thermos. “It’s delicious. Your grandma’s recipe, right?”

“You still remember?” he asks, raising an eyebrow as he smiles. “Yeah. It’s the kind she used to make us when we were both kids.”

Something in his gut twists when your face softens. You melt, sinking into the comforter as you clutch the warm soup close to your chest, your hands gripping onto the sheets beside you. There’s a soft, hazy smile on your face, nostalgia spreading like warm honey through your veins. Your cheeks are flushed with heat, and you lean your head on his shoulder.

“Thanks, Kuroo. I’m glad you came today.”

If he had to pinpoint an exact moment, he’d say that this is when certainty settles in his mind. There’d been small pricks of guilt after he tossed the body into the river, gnawing away incessantly at his conscience, but seeing you like this - loving and grateful, clinging onto his side as he spoon feeds you mouthfuls of soup - this is what solidifies the belief in his mind that he had done the right thing.

Because it certainly feels right to be sitting so close to you. It feels right to have you to himself again, to not have to share with anyone else.

He still hasn’t let go of that belief that 11-year-old Kuroo Tetsurou had clung onto so fiercely. The two of you are soulmates, even if there are no birthmarks etched into your skin, even if there is no red string of fate that connects the two of you across time and space.

The two of you are soulmates, and he’s going to do everything he can to show you that.

He plays the long game.

He’s more than okay with waiting a few years, and after all, he wants you to choose him of your own free will.

After Daishou, the rest are easier to take care of. Kuroo becomes more careful with it after a while, taking care to hide the bodies better - after all, it really wouldn’t do to have you crying over your exes’ corpses all the time.

The guys you talk to? They somehow all end up vanishing, one after the other. You always feel so confused, so hurt, eyes tearing up as you realize that yet another one of your friends or dates or boyfriends has ghosted you, or moved away, or just plain disappeared.

He learns to enjoy it a little, too. He appreciates the pained, pleading look in their eyes, desperate whimpers slipping from their lips, hands clawing weakly up at him as he tightens his grip around their throats. Sometimes, he squeezes so hard they squeak. The black and blue bruises that he leaves on their necks are always so pretty, blooming like violets under his skilled fingertips.

And every time, without fail, he’s there to comfort you when it’s all over.

He brings you thoughtful gifts to cheer you up, cherry pies and blueberry scones and beautiful bouquets of daisies wrapped up in ribbons. He takes you out on long walks around the neighborhood, listens to your three am rants, does everything that a perfect friend could possibly do. In some ways, his constant presence takes the edge off of every relationship of yours that falls apart. He really is an excellent conversationalist, and as time goes by, you slowly realize that you’re talking to him more than anyone else.

He inserts himself into all the empty spaces in your life.

Kuroo no longer uses the word “soulmate” in front of you - that’s a conclusion he wants you to come to on your own - but he does tend to insinuate one thing: that he’s the only good thing in your life.

When you come crying to him about the arguments you’ve been having with your parents, he wraps an arm around you, leaning back into the couch, and softly tells you what’s wrong with them.

They’re not good for you, you know that? You’d be better off going no contact, in my opinion. They’re toxic.

Leave them behind.

The first few times he suggests this, you brush it off, but the seed of doubt he’s planted in your head takes root - and one too many arguments later, you press the block button for their numbers through your blurred, teary vision. After all, he’s smart enough to know what he’s talking about, right?

He knows what’s best.

When it comes to your friends, he’s a bit more aggressive with his intervention. He tells you exactly what’s wrong with them - She’s so fucking needy, always look for validation. She’s taking up all of your time. It’s an unhealthy friendship - and slowly but surely, it gets to you. The criticism seeps into your brain, lodges itself into your mind, turns into a little voice that never leaves your side.

And it’s so easy to get into all your social media accounts.You reuse the same password for almost everything, and you don’t exactly keep it hidden well. All he has to do is send a few bitchy messages here and there, block a few of your contacts, and just like that, he has you cut off from the rest of the world.

You’re so confused when you start getting angry texts from friends that you’ve known forever. It hurts to be called those things, hurts to see the people you thought were on your side turn against you like that. Fucking whore, the texts read. I hope you’re happy being a homewrecker. I hope you end up dead.

You never figure out what they’re about, but Kuroo tells you to stop wasting your time and move on, so you dutifully do as he says. It’s not long before you’re spending almost all your spare time with him.

Of course, when you’re around him so often, you start to pick up on certain things that you hadn’t before.

Things like the way he looks in his fitted shirts and tight slacks. Things like the way he smells first thing in the morning whenever he drops by before work. Things like the curve of his neck, the jut of his collarbone, the size of his hands whenever they graze over the surface of your skin. You’d never really found him unattractive - but now, being in close proximity with him everyday, the little things seem to add up, thickening the tension around the two of you.

He feigns ignorance, but he notices the change in your behavior. He’s quite pleased.

He feels like doing something about it soon.

“Rough week?” he asks.

You nod. He’s gotten good at reading your moods. You’d been pulling shifts left and right recently, and the bags under your eyes and frown etched onto your face was a clear indicator of just how exhausted you were.

“Let’s help you relax,” he murmurs. “Got any plans tonight?”

Of course you don’t. He doesn’t even have to ask, because you haven’t had plans with anyone besides him for the past few months.

You shake your head, and he hums approvingly.

He’s wearing sweatpants tonight, the kind that hangs off of his hips and outlines the bulge of his muscles, the fabric light and loose against his skin. You swallow thickly.

You’ve been trying to avoid thinking about him this way for the past few weeks, suppressing all the thoughts that begin to crowd your brain whenever he visits you at your place. It’s not right. It’d be taking advantage of his kindness, of his proximity, and you’re sure that if he actually wanted you, he would have asked you out long ago-

You feel the soft brush of his lips against yours, and your brain short circuits.

“Is this okay?” he whispers, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“Y- yeah. More than okay.”

He kisses you slowly, lips parting as he tilts his head, the puff of his breath hot against your tongue. His blunt teeth click against your as he deepens the kiss, tongue darting out to flick along your lower lip, a pleased rumble sounding in his throat as he slides his hand down to your skirt.

His long fingers latch onto the waistband, tugging downwards as you wiggle back and forth in your bed. He presses the pads of his fingers against the cotton fabric of your panties, sliding them up and down your slit, and grins deviously.

“You’re already wet, sweetheart.”

Your cheeks flush with heat, your legs involuntarily clenching back together, but he keeps them parted with his hands. He’s right. Weeks’ worth of arousal has left you dripping, your cunt aching for his touch as he trails a feather light finger along your inner thigh. You want his fingers now, all spread out inside you, stretching you open and taking you apart.

“C’mon, Tetsu, get on with it. No need to point out the obvious,” you say, gritting your teeth.

He grinds the heel of his hand against your clit and you spasm, moaning loudly.

“This good enough?” he purrs, drawing you closer until you’re straddling his lap. He moves his thumb back up to your sweet spot, drawing tight circles on your aching, throbbing clit, his other finger dipping slowly inside your pussy.

You laugh, bucking your hips against his hand, gasping as he slides another finger in and curls them up. “Fuck yeah. Just like that.”

He rubs the pads of his fingers against your g-spot, stroking over the sensitive area until you start to drip down your thighs. You’re so fucking wet for him, creaming over his fingers as he toys with your cunt, his thumb and forefinger working in tandem as you shakily clench around his digits.

Seeing you spread out in front of him, hair messy, pupils dilated, sweat running in rivulets down your temple - picture fucking perfect, in other words - it still feels unreal to him. His eyes are blown wide with adoration as he takes you in, his fingers squelching in your slick, watching you as you throw your head back and whine at his ministrations.

You don’t know how many of these little fantasies he’s had to satisfy himself with in these last few years, how many thoughts and urges he’s had to suppress in the name of self control. Now that he finally has you on his lap, squirming and writhing and dripping on his fingers, he wants nothing more than to flip you over and fuck you until you scream. He wants to ruin your pretty cunt, the one that belongs to him, the one that’s bound to him for life, ram his thick cock into your tight, clenched hole so brutally that you become incapable of coherent thought-

But that can wait until later. For now, he has to ease you into it, show you how gentle and how loving he can be.

He brings his hands up to your hips, lifting you up until the head of his cockhead is pressed against your entrance. “Ready?” he asks.

You nod eagerly, grabbing his waist to try and lower yourself down, but he stills your movements with one hand.

“Hands to yourself, sweetheart.”

Your cunt clenches at the tone of his voice, low and smooth and entirely too pleased with himself, legs shaking as he drives your pussy down onto his cock in one smooth motion. The sweet drag of his cock inside your velvet pussy has you shuddering, his length brushing up against the sensitive bundle of nerves twitching inside you. Once he seats you on his cock, he holds you firmly in place, his large hands squeezing your ass.

He moans softly at the way you squirm, rutting your hips against him, the back-and-forth motion heaven as you squeeze his dick, searching desperately for more friction, more movement, more stimulation.

When he finally starts to fuck you, he does it slowly, deliberately, dragging out each thrust until you feels you pulsing around him. He likes to watch the way your features twist, bliss written all over your face as your lips drop open and eyelashes flutter weakly.

“Please, Tetsu,” you whimper. “I- I’m close. Don’t stop.”

And how could he ever say no to you?

He pushes you over the edge with sweet words murmured into your ear and deft fingers toying at your clit, his cock pounding steadily into your sopping hole as you cry out. Your orgasm washes over you in waves, your stomach tensing as you convulse, pleasure pulsing in your cunt.

“That’s it,” he whispers, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Just like that.”

He’s a little more breathless now, a little more flustered, hips bucking up into you as you squeeze and clench around his cock. He cums right after you do, fingers digging into your flesh, muttering curses under his breath as his thick cum pools inside you and drips down your inner thighs.

He’s loved you for forever, ever since the two of you had first met, and now he’s marked you as his for eternity.

The two of you are panting quietly in the dark, skin sticky with sweat as he exhales into the crook of your neck. You squirm in his lap, his cum pooling around the base of his cock, and you feel him twitch inside of you.

In the warmth of the afterglow, there’s a certain sense of clarity that settles into your head.

You think back to the way that Kuroo has stuck by your side for years and years, even as the other men in your life had come and gone and eventually disappeared, even as none of the other relationships in your life had worked out. When it came to pursuing other men, you’d always found yourself left with tear-stained pillowcases and a hollow sense of disappointment. But Kuroo? He’d practically been there since the beginning - in fact, he’d been the one who fixed you up each and every time, picking up the broken pieces that the others had left behind.

And maybe, just maybe, what you’d been looking for all along was right in front of you.

“Tetsurou,” you sigh, fisting your hands in the fabric of his shirt. “I think we’re soulmates.”

His breath catches. Tetsurou. He’s waited his entire life for you to say his name like that.

“Soulmates, huh?”

The next morning, you wake up to the image of a small daisy inked on your wrist.

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scribblement · 3 years ago

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Yandere Naga!Seijoh4 headcanons

Content Warnings:

cw:yandere, mentions of violence

Description:

Basic headcanons of life as the captive of naga!seijoh4. You were 'sacrificed' to them and they decided to keep you as a 'pet'

No smut, but this is still and 18+ blog, so minors DNI

Oikawa:

Loves to be the center of attention, often can be found lazing about in the main chamber, sprawled out over piles of gold and trinkets.

Will whine at you until you go over to him and sit with him, you can be doing your own thing, he just loves having you (or any of the others) close to him.

No tolerance for disobedience, or escape attempts. He will stop you the second he figures out what you’re up to.

His punishments are normally taking away your privileges, he won’t let you wander, you will need to always be with him or Iwaizumi. He also demands silence from you until he decides you’ve learned your lesson, if all you are going to do is lie to him them you don’t need to speak, he normally won’t speak to you either.

He loves dressing you up, he’ll dig through the piles of treasure looking for anything that you could wear, it doesn’t really matter to him if it’s meant to be worn, if he can figure out a way, then you’re wearing it.

Especially loves it when that is all you wear, his favourite treasure draped in nothing but jewels, he can’t keep his hands to himself when he sees you like that.

Iwaizumi:

He’s the caretaker of the group, always making sure everyone is safe and healthy. He ensures no unfriendly humans get too close, he also does most of the hunting and foraging.

He enjoys talking with you, about anything you want, he finds your voice soothing.

If you are disobedient it can go two ways with Iwa, if what you did was ultimately harmless to them, no one got hurt, and you didn’t bring any unwanted attention to them, the he’ll laugh it off. Joke about how weak you are, how you can’t even escape on your own, you need them – him – you need them to take care of you, to keep you safe and secure with them forever.

If you disobedience causes harm to one of them, or brings unwanted attention on them, then he is very different. He’ll lock you away, take away everything you have, and leave you in a dark, cold room, to stay until you’ve learned your lesson. No food, no water, no contact. If you brought humans then he’ll make you watch him kill them, as a lesson for next time.

Once your punishment is over he’s extra affectionate, he just wants everyone safe, you included. He needs you to understand how much you need them.

He loves it when you massage his back, especially the area on his lower back where his skin shifts to scales, he is extra sensitive there, and melts into your touch.

Hanamaki:

The joker, he constantly makes ‘jokes’ about how they should just eat you. You think they’re jokes, but sometimes he gets carried away while kissing you, and he’s bitten you far too many times for it to be completely accidental.

He likes to recruit you to help him and Mattsun ‘keep things interesting’ aka, pulling pranks on Iwa and Oikawa.

Uses you like a teddy bear when he naps, he holds you so close, he tail coiled tightly around you. You can barely move, but he keeps it loose enough that you can breathe, although he does enjoy tightening his grip sometimes, just to watch you struggle, it reminds him, and you, just how weak you are, unable to do anything to resist him.

He likes to explore, and he loves taking you with him if the others are okay with it, he’s the only one that will take you outside. There’s something about seeing you smile when he shows you something, or somewhere new that he adores, he swears he could get drunk off the sight of your genuine smile.

If you try to escape or attack him he’ll just laugh it off and pin you down, reminding you of just how weak you are compared to him, expect a few new bite marks, to remind you that you are theirs.

Matsukawa:

Do not trust this man, he likes to set you up. He’ll leave a door ‘unguarded’ or ‘forget’ to put away the knives, just to see what you will do. That kitchen knife you snuck 3 days ago? He knows you have it, and he’s so excited to see what you are going to do with it.

He loves chasing you down when you think you’ve escaped, the thrill of the hunt, and the fear that radiates off of you is like a drug to him.

Like Maki he loves to cuddle with you as well, though he generally prefers to drape himself over you and hold you in a loose embrace, unless you try to leave, in which case he wraps you up like Maki.

He’s a good cook, the only one out of the 4 of them what can. Most of what they eat is raw, but when he was younger he was curious about how humans ate their food, and ended up learning from some. That means he’s the only one that can make you food, and given that you aren’t allowed to use the knives or be in the kitchen unsupervised, you depend on him to make you food, or else you are stuck with whatever Iwa brings back raw.

He likes to feed you, sometimes he’ll cook something just so that he can feed you, it’s a form of intimacy for him, and you’ll often see him feeding the others as well, they might not care for cooked food as much as you do, but they’ll happily eat whatever Mattsun feeds them.

#✨.matsukawa #✨.oikawa #✨.iwaizumi #✨.hanamaki #✨.hq #yandere hq #cw: yandere #yandere haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #seijoh 4 x reader #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi x reader #hanamaki x reader #matsukawa x reader #🔪.darkcontent #.mine

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yanderecrazysie · 28 days ago

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The Outcast and the Flock (Yandere Fantasy AU)

Title: The Outcast and the Flock

AU: My own Fantasy AU

Pairings: Yandere! Kageyama x Reader x Yandere!Hinata

Summary: Neither you nor Kageyama fit in with the harpies. Kageyama, born an elf in Seijoh City, and you, an orphaned human raised in Karasuno. When both the harpies and the exiled elf love you so deeply, how can you choose between them?

Notes: Probably my longest one shot and it’s not over lol

Ending: here

The setting sun hung low in the sky, painting the cliffs of Karasuno in shades of pink and gold. The laughter of the harpies echoed through the air as they danced in the sky. Black wings spread against the gentle wind as they spun around playfully in the air.

You sat at the edge of the nest-cliff, a cliff that led to the cave where all the harpies made their nests of grass, hay, twigs, and moss. Your legs dangled over the edge, but your eyes remained skyward, watching your friends with a mix of admiration and envy.

A blur of orange and black spiraled towards you, one of the harpies landing awkwardly next to you, skidding to a halt before he accidentally knocked you over the cliff.

“Hinata, careful!” you scolded.

Hinata, the ever-energetic member of the flock, fluttered his wings with excitement, “What are you doing down here? Why aren’t you up there with us?”

You let out a wry laugh, “I don’t have wings, Hinata.” You flapped your arms a few times, “I’m not really going anywhere, unless you plan on carrying me around all day.”

Hinata tilted his head, his infectious smile fading into a thoughtful line, as though he was considering the idea, “I would, but…” His gaze lowered to your arms, which rested gently against the dry grass. “You’re not really built for it. Harpies are light as feathers so they can fly, you know? You’re…” He trailed off, realizing too late that he was being a little too honest.

“Heavy?” you raised an eyebrow teasingly.

“No!” Hinata wailed, his feathers ruffling in panic, “Not like that! You’re just… um… different!”

The word hung in the air and you let out a little sigh. He wasn’t wrong, you were different. You were a human, stuck on the ground, while they, the harpies with wings on their backs, were meant to soar effortlessly through the skies.

Sure, the harpies had taken you in when you were just ten years old, one of the last humans left in the Kingdom of Haikyuu, but moments like these made you realize how much you truly didn’t belong.

Hinata looked ashamed of himself as he took a seat next to you, “That doesn’t mean you’re not one of us. You’re practically family, (Y/n). And we’re… friends… Don’t forget that, okay?”

You nodded, but a glumness had settled over you as the sun disappeared behind Mt. Dateko. You shivered as the air cooled and Hinata placed a wing around you. The black feathers were warm, but they symbolized all you couldn’t have. At that moment, you just needed to get away.

“I’m going to go find Kageyama,” you said, standing up, “I haven’t seen him in a while.”

A flash of hurt crossed Hinata’s eyes before he seemed to understand. “Right… sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” you told him, “I’ll be back before it gets too dark.”

The path down the cliffs was steep but worn enough from use that you could still walk down it in the growing darkness. You wandered down until you reached the edge of Shiratorizawa Forest. The air here was cooler, which made you shiver even harder, but you liked the smell of the leaves and moss.

“What are you doing down here?”

You turned to see Kageyama standing just beyond the treeline, his face shadowed by the canopy of leaves above him. Unlike the harpies, who were all energy and excitement, the exiled elf was quiet and sharp-eyed. His blue eyes gave nothing away when he stared at you.

“I needed some air,” you said, “What about you?”

Kageyama shrugged and his blue eyes turned skyward, “Too noisy up there.”

You laughed, “You aren’t wrong.”

“Why do you stay?” Kageyama asked suddenly.

You hesitated, unsure of how to answer. The harpies had offered you a home when you had nothing and nobody. They never made you feel unwanted, but that didn’t mean you felt like you belonged either.

“They’re my family,” you said, finally, “Even if I’m different.”

“Family,” Kageyama snorted, “You think Hinata thinks of you as-”

A shadow fell over you and you both looked up. A harpy waved at you from the sky and you recognized the flash of orange as Hinata. You waved back at him.

“You should go,” Kageyama said, jaw tightening.

“What about you?” you asked, “It’s getting dark.”

“I’ll be fine.”

Reluctantly, you turned back to the cliffs. As you walked away, you could feel Kageyama’s gaze lingering on your back. The shadows behind you stretched longer as night began to fall and the darkness eventually swallowed his figure.

The morning sun crept over the cliffs of Karasuno, casting long shadows across the training ledges, where the youngest harpies began their morning routines. Little Natsu looked over the edge nervously before running back to her older brother and hiding behind his leg, not ready to try flying yet.

Below, other harpies were waking up and coming out of the nest-cave, wings stretching lazily. Lively chatter filled the air as harpies preened themselves, preparing for the day ahead. Among the hustle and bustle was a lone elf.

Kageyama stood near the treeline once more, barely able to be seen from way up on the nest-cliff. Though he wasn’t born of feathers, Kageyama was undeniably one of them or, at least, as much as one of them as you were. His sharp and demanding behavior put him at odds with the others sometimes, but he was loyal and skilled in protecting the territory, and that was not ignored.

You wandered down the path to the edge of Shiratorizawa Forest and was intrigued to see him practicing magic. His hands moved gracefully, tracing glowing green symbols in the air. Arcs of green light shimmered briefly before vanishing, the faint hum of their power still resonating.

“Hey, Kageyama,” you called out softly, not wanting to startle him.

He glanced over his shoulder and the green magic lines in the air disappeared abruptly, “You’re up early.”

You ignored the comment on your sleeping habits and asked, “What are you practicing today?”

“Shields,” he said curtly, turning back to his work as the lights reappeared in the air, “Daichi thinks we need stronger defenses around the forest.”

“Do you ever take a break?” you teased.

“Do you ever stop talking?” he countered, though his lips twitched in a suppressed smile.

Despite his cold exterior, there was something magnetic about Kageyama. Where harpies were all noise and excitement, Kageyama had a quiet intensity about him.

As he worked on his magic, you found yourself inching closer, enraptured by the way his hands moved with liquid precision.

“How do you do it?” he finally asked.

“Do what?” you replied, confused.

“Stay so calm,” Kageyama’s ears seemed pinker than normal as he turned away to focus on his magic, “Everyone else is chaotic. But not you.”

He looked at you with an unreadable expression, but before either of you could say more, the clearing filled with the sound of wings beating.

“Found you!” Hinata’s voice rang out, cheerful as ever as he landed between the trees and cliffs with a very ungraceful thud. His grin widened when he looked up at you.

“Hey, Hinata!” you greeted him. The tension in his posture didn’t escape your notice.

“Practicing magic again, Kageyama?” Hinata asked, his tone light but with an edge to it. He crossed his arms, wings twitching slightly, “You could at least spend some time with the rest of the flock.”

Kageyama straightened, eyes narrowing, “I’m helping the flock. Defenses don’t build themselves.”

“Yeah, yeah, we don’t need defenses right now!” Hinata said loudly, “What we need is (Y/n) back where she belongs! With us!”

“I’m not exactly missing,” you deadpanned.

“You’re down here instead of up on top of the cliffs with us,” Hinata pouted, “And he’s always keeping you down here to himself. It’s not fair!”

“I’m not keeping anyone,” Kageyama said coldly.

“Then why is she always with you?” Hinata snapped, wings flaring.

“Hinata, it’s not a competition,” you said firmly, “Why are you trying to start a fight?”

Hinata’s feathers drooped and he looked at the ground, silent. “I just want you to spend time with me,” Hinata said after a moment.

“I will,” you promised, placing a hand on his arm.

Kageyama remained silent, glaring at the ground as though he wished the dry grass would set on fire. A half-formed symbol floated above his trembling hand.

The days that followed felt as though a dark cloud had settled over all of Karasuno. Hinata always seemed to be inviting you to something and you were beginning to tire of the endless activities.

One evening, you sat at the edge of the nest-cliff, watching the setting sun paint the horizon pink and orange. Hinata plopped down beside you, a wing settling behind you, ready to wrap you into an embrace.

“Hey!” he chirped. He was all smiles all the time, as though there had never been any tension, “We’re doing a night flight soon, you have to come watch! It’s going to be amazing to watch- black wings against a full moon’s sky! Pretty cool, huh?”

You forced a smile, “I’ll think about it.”

Hinata’s wings drooped, but his determination didn’t waver. “You really should come. Everyone would love it if you did.”

You didn’t respond, your gaze drifting to the edge of Shiratorizawa Forest. Your mind wandered to Kageyama, to the way that he practiced his magic with quiet patience.

“I need to stretch my legs,” you said finally, standing up.

Hinata’s eyes narrowed briefly, but he recovered quickly, grinning brightly once more as he said, “Don’t go too far! It’ll be dark soon!”

You nodded, already on your way down the steep path. Kageyama was waiting near the treeline, his back against a huge oak tree. His arms were crossed but he didn’t look irritated, in fact, his expression softened immensely when he saw you.

“You’re late,” he stated, though his tone lacked sharpness.

“Hinata kept me,” you admitted, taking a seat on a large, mossy rock near the trees. Kageyama frowned.

“He’s been keeping you a lot lately.”

You let out a sigh and buried your face in your hands, “He’s just worried.”

“Worried?” Kageyama snorted, “He’s jealous. And it’s becoming a problem.”

You didn’t deny it. All of the interruptions and distractions lately seemed so orchestrated and manipulative…

“I’m tired of it,” Kageyama said sharply, “You deserve better than this.”

You blinked, “What do you mean?”

“I’m saying you don’t belong here,” he said bluntly, “You’re not a harpy. You never will be. The more you try to fit in, the more it’s going to hurt you.”

Your head snapped back as though you’d been slapped. The words cut way deeper than you’d ever admit to anyone. “They’re my family,” you whispered, voice choking up.

“They’re holding you back,” Kageyama countered, “Come with me, we can find a new home. I’m not exiled from all of Seijoh City, just the castle.”

Your breath hitched, “What?”

“You don’t stay here, where you’ll never be a part of their world,” he said, his voice picking up excitement like you’d never seen in him before, “If you come with me, I’ll teach you magic. And I’ll take care of you, so you’ll never have to worry again.”

You stared at him, your mind racing. The thought of leaving Karasuno- of leaving the flock- was almost unthinkable. But the idea of finally belonging…

“And what happens to them?” you asked softly.

“They’ll survive,” Kageyama said coldly. “But you deserve more than this.”

A soft gasp rang out and you both turned your head to the source of the noise. Your eyes met Yamaguchi’s and, to your horror, he turned and took flight.

“He’s going to tell Hinata,” you realized aloud.

Kageyama snorted again, “Hinata probably sent him to spy on you. This is another reason why you need to leave.”

“I need time to think,” you whispered.

Kageyama looked disappointed, but he nodded, “Don’t take too long.”

The tension in the air was palpable as you made your way back up to the nest-cliff. Your thoughts wouldn’t stop racing. The harpies had taken you in when no one else would, but Kageyama was right in saying you didn’t belong.

You reached the top of the cliffs and looked out at the circle of harpies. Their chatter was quieter than usual and Hinata stood at the very center. The moment you appeared, his eyes locked onto you. Yamaguchi stood just behind him, his expression tight and nervous.

“(Y/n),” Hinata said, “Where’ve you been?”

Every gaze was fixed on you as you said, “Just… taking a walk.”

Hinata’s smile didn’t reach his eyes, “A walk, huh? Near Shiratorizawa Forest?”

Yamaguchi shifted uncomfortably, staring at you with accusatory eyes. You opened your mouth to respond, but Hinata cut you off.

“I know you’ve been meeting with Kageyama.”

The silence that followed was suffocating. Even little Natsu looked subdued, her small black wings tucked tightly against her back.

“I…” you faltered. Why did you feel so guilty for meeting with a friend?

“Why would you go to him?” Hinata asked, his wings flaring slightly.

“He’s helping me,” you admitted quietly.

“Helping you with what?” Hinata demanded, “We’re your family. We’re here for you. Why do you need him?”

You dropped your gaze to your feet, curling your fingers into fists at your sides, “Because I don’t feel like I belong here!”

The collective gasp from the harpies felt like a punch to the gut. Hinata staggered backwards as if you had hit him, his wings drooping, “You… don’t belong?” he repeated slowly.

“I’ve tried!” your voice wavered and tears began slipping down your cheeks, “Believe me, I’ve tried! I’ve tried to be like you and forget that I don’t have wings, but I can’t! No matter what I do, I can’t be a harpy. I can’t!”

“So what?” Hinata asked desperately, “You’re just going to leave us? Run away with him?”

“I don’t know,” you cried, “I just… I need time to figure things out!”

“That’s not fair!” Hinata wailed, tears filling his own eyes, “You can’t leave me! We’re supposed to be your family! Doesn’t that mean anything to you?!”

It was all too much to bear. You wanted to reassure him and tell him that it meant the world to you. But staying in Karasuno when you had a chance to find out if more humans remained or you could at least live somewhere where the only difference between you and them was the shape of your ears.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

Hinata wiped the tears from his eyes, turned around, and stormed away. You had a choice to make, and there was no going back from it…

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere one shot #one shot #yandere haikyuu #haikyuu!!#yandere hinata #yandere kageyama #kageyama tobio #hinata shoyo

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cj-dreams2 · 4 years ago

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Haikyuu!! Captains as a Yandere

Warning! the title itself is a warning please proceed with caution.|| Gender Neutral Darling :))))

Im doing Daichi, Oikawa, Kuroo, Japan Ushijima, and Kita

unedited, sorry not sorry

Sawamura Daichi

Daichi, as a yandere knows that he has an unhealthy obsession with with his darling.

He first brush it off as a little crush and doesn’t bother his darling that much.

Maybe a little friendly talk every now and then.

But things went down hill when his darling found a s/o.

He was set on making sure that his darling and their s/o breaks up. so he put a seed of doubt to his darling’s s/o.

Of course that doesn’t work immediately so behind the scene he destroyed the s/o’s image by creating fake evidence of the s/o cheating. He also doesn’t miss the opportunity to isolate his darling by creating fake rumors.

When I tell you that his man is crafty as hell, he is crafty as hell.

more gaslights. and when he finally achieved his desire outcome, that’s where he acts like his darling’s savior.

slowly but surely, comforting his darling when they feel like the world is against them, which is Daichi’s fault by the way.

Without knowing that darling is slowly being isolated, they had a good faith in Daichi

Maybe fell in love or some sort. Which was part of his crafty plan ofc

But yeah, Yandere Daichi destroy anyone who would be near his darling :))).

Oikawa Tooru

Oikawa as a yandere is aware that he is a yandere, just like Daichi but he doesn’t go to extreme measures. All he did was ask his darling to date him.

And his darling did date him but here’s the catch. When darling started dating him, they realized that they weren’t that compatible and Oikawa honestly deserves better.

Darling has an inferiority complex and thinks that they don’t suit the handsome and kind Oikawa Tooru

So darling tries to break up.

As one could guess, things got ugly, especially for darling. Oikawa guilt trips darling and prevents darling to break up with him. He uses his “insecurities” to justify the reason why darling wants to leave him.

Ofc, darling being the kind and angelic person they are tried to convince him that they aren’t breaking up for that reason.

“That’s the only reason you’re breaking up with me? There must be something wrong with me. Am I not enough? Is it because *insert insecurity* I promise I’ll do my best to be enough for you.” In front of like the whole school/public making it seem like darling’s the jerk.

Darling feels guilty and apologizes to Oikawa.

Oikawa guilt trips every now and then, there are instances where darling tries to cool off things with him, and things got a little too nasty. Anyway, darling doesn’t have any intention of leaving.

Not much but Yandere Oikawa guilt trips his way into staying in a relationship with darling

Kuroo Tetsuro

Compared to the other two Kuroo is a heavy yandere, he is a stalker!

He is self aware that his love for darling leans a little too much on the dark side.

His darling is a little feisty one, being the little masochist weird human he is, he loves his feisty darling.

It’s canon that Kuroo is a smartie and what he do in his free time is stalk without getting caught, even by Kenma.

And coincidentally shows up in front of darling.

Casually talks about his hobbies, definitely not darling’s hobbies that he found out and religiously researched.

There darling was surprised since the last person that they’d suspect having the same unique hobby as them is Kuroo.

They vibe together. and all.

prolly a couple of more “coincidental” bumps on circumstances where darling went on a blind date or mixer, obviously stealing the thunder and ended up spending the day together.

If he accidentally say too much he’ll cover it up with “You told me! you’re just forgetful.”

He also breaks in into darling’s room from time to time, and steal some things.

Aside from stalking, Kuroo is pretty much normal. Since he is confident that darling will be his in no time.

Anyway, Yandere Kuroo is a stalker, a criminal for breaking into darling’s house frequently

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Ushijima as a yandere is, obsessive/possessive. He isn’t aware that his love for darling is a little extreme.

Just like how he obsessed over Oikawa not going to shiratorizawa, he doesn’t understand why his darling doesn’t want to be with him

His darling is a timid one, when he first expressed his interest in darling, darling was just a little bothered by the sudden interest towards them, but they thought that Ushijima wasn’t that bad.

And when Ushijima started to be possessive over darling, that’s when things when down.

Darling would often turn him down if he invites them but Ushijima just doesn’t understand why.

He had also been told by his team mates and classmates to tone down his advances a little. Which was a big question for him

It’s canon that the only thing Ushijima can do is volleyball. He is an idiot on par with Kageyama they prolly share one same braincell.

That’s why advice just goes through one ear to another.

He doesn’t understand why his darling doesn’t like him back.

Ushijima gets really possessive to darling if darling is talking to someone in an intimate manner.

Darling ofc, is uncomfortable about the whole situation. They kindly told Ushijima off.

In which slightly enraged Ushijima and gripping his darling’s shoulder.

“Why? I don’t understand why you’re uncomfortable with what I’m doing. What I’m doing is completely fine.” He says, while strongly gripping darling’s shoulder.

Everyone knows about Japan’s top 3 ace’s strength, It won’t be surprising if someone said that Ushijima is stronger than a bull in terms of sheer brute.

When darling was in pain and tears, Ushijima realized what he had done an apologized.

After that incident, Ushijima stopped bothering darling, they thought that that incident was a wake-up call for Ushijima.

Well, they were right about the ‘wake up call’ part.

“For the past days, I’ve been thinking. The reason why you got hurt was because of other’s fault. You see if you didn’t talk to them at such intimate manner, I wont get angry. That’s why I realized that I need to protect you.”

Oh, Ushijima isn’t the type to use domestic violence so pls dont get alarmed, he’s just possessive and maybe imprisoned darling on different occasions but that’s the only thing he did wrong.

Kita Shinsuke

This is the most surprising yandere, Kita. Despite being smart, Kita is an actual air-head and doesn’t realize that he has a very unhealthy obsession to darling.

As a yandere, he is the clingy and paranoid bratty type. Lowkey similar to Ushijima.

At first, everyone thought that it was unusual for Kita to like someone.

He follows darling almost everyday. Bothers darling everyday.

At first it was bearable for darling because it’s not like Kita’s invading darling’s personal space.

But Kita passed that line when someone asked darling out.

Maybe Kita felt a threat and instantly cling into darling.

You could say that darling has their partently instinct kicking, they let Kita be and even took care of him.

Kita’s a spoiled brat. Being the prim and diligent person he is, it’s surprising how bratty he acts in front of darling.

Too bratty to the point that darling missed one too many life opportunities because of him.

He would throw an tantrum mainly crying and sobbing silently, to get darling’s attention.

Would literally cling to darling every chance he gets. Even if he’s sweaty from practice.

And if darling doesn’t pay attention to him, he starts to hurt darling’s acquaintances.

His yandere is similar to Akito Sohma.

But most of the time, Kita’s pretty tame.

Well if his darling doesn’t pay enough attention. God knows what that human perfection will do to earth.

Anyway, yandere Kita’s a brat.

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seijorhi · 2 years ago

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Hello, I hope you are doing well

Do you have any Kyotani crumbs, or thoughts ? Like, yandere kyoutani in a a/b/o au, soulmate au or mafia au or something else ? He is the one I love the most with Iwa, their flavor of yandere just hits different really.

I really hope you know you are good at writing, I enjoy every fic you write, even the ones that are about characters I don't really care about.

Take care of yourself !

i have toyed with the concept of yakuza seijoh before where kyoutani is obsessed with his oyabun's girl, which would lead to a... reward of sorts :)) when he does something well.

#one day i'll write the fic nonnie #promise #rhi answers

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iwaasfairy · 5 years ago

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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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