#yandere ushiwaka x reader

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|| The Unexpected

Yandere Ushijima! x Chubby f!reader

Warnings : Obsessed Toshi, jealousy, forced sexual contact, forced orgasms, slightly OOC Ushijima, both reader and Ushijima are 18 y/o, (this is a forced lemon, please proceed with caution). Minors, please don’t interact.

"You act as if you do not recognize my feelings for you—I am in love with you, and graduation is almost here, meaning you'd be gone in a bit. However, I could not let that happen, letting you out of my grasp. You are mine, ____, I am here to claim you.”

Requested by; Anonymous

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"Ohhhh yeah! Graduation is nearly here, only a couple of days away!"

You were so excited, walking the halls of Shiratorizawa with your friend, also a volleyball player of the team. Shirabu, who was just as excited as you were, even if his calm demeanor didn't really express it, his smile said it all. You were nearly a straight A student, and having the opportunity to walk across that stage made you all the more excited, nearly cheering as you walked. "Yeah! I can't believe how fast these years went by. I also can't believe we won't be seeing each other, as much."

It was an understatement to say that you would be seeing them, as much as you do now, considering you're going out into adulthood to start your own lives. It bummed you out a little, in all honesty, but a quick smile pulled to your lips as you pat Shirabu on his back twice, for he was looking down a little saddened. You two always hang out so you could understand how he felt. "Don't worry, Shirabu! I'll make sure to keep in contact, with you and the others. I'll make sure to text you, at least fifty times a day!"

He could only smile, your bright personality always seeming to calm his nerves. A nod of his head showed that he was taking you seriously, knowing that you'd literally text him fifty times a day. Possibly even more, if you've got the time to do so. If you could add one more year to your high school education with him, you would honestly, if that meant you could still see him everyday but it is what it is.

You couldn't be in school forever, but you're really ready for college, having already made your choice. Since you were the manager of Shiratorizawa and a third year, this year was your last so you had a choice, and your choice was to attend a college. You didn't know where everyone on the team was going or what they've planned on doing after graduation, but you knew some like Ushijima would be staying in volleyball.

You honestly didn't know what Shirabu was planning on doing, so you looked at him, raising an eyebrow which made him turn to you with a confused expression and a hum of question. You weren't insulting him though, just really curious. "What are you doing after graduation, Shirabu? I don't think you've told me, honestly."

He looked at you for a moment, as if he was thinking just before his eyes went to the floor whilst answering your question. "Well, at first I didn't know, but I think I still want to play volleyball. I don't know what college I'll be going to though, but hopefully one with the best volleyball teams. A powerhouse team, just like our Shiratorizawa team was. It'd be awesome, if you could still be my college teams manager, though."

You lit up at the idea, but you had no clue as to which college he wanted to attend. It'd be awesome if you could be his manager, but it'd be different if the entire team was different, meaning you would have to meet an entire bunch of new people. Yes, you had to do that with Shiratorizawa, but they were more welcoming and open to you, which easily formed a bond with them.

If you tried being a manager with a college team, they may not be as nice, but it's just a thought. Plus, that's the same thought you had when you first became the manager of Shiratorizawa, thinking they wouldn't like you but honestly, they freaking loved you. None of them would shut up about you having to leave, well Ushijima didn't really seem to care, honestly. It bothered you a bit, however, you weren't going to tell him though.

You scratched that thought, returning your gaze to the bowl cut male, beside you. You realized you didn't reply to him, smiling to shake off your thought of Ushijima. Shirabu was really your bestfriend, so if he would miss you, then you were okay with everything else for now. Plus, you knew that everyone on the team was busying themselves with getting ready to leave the academy, so you didn't complain too much about it.

"Well Shirabu, we'll just have to see which college we'll be going to. I wouldn't mind being your manager, so I'll think about it! But, let's hurry, I know the team is waiting!"

"Yeah, right!" You two were on the way to the gym, as your team was doing one more team practice game, just before you were released into the real World. You of course wouldn't participate in the practice game, more like just cheer them on and enjoy your last game together, before your leaving.

Your grumpy old coach let you decide this, considering that when it came to you, he wasn't as explosive as he was with the guys. Everyone just all around adored you, as your calm demeanor and personality tended to sooth the tension between anyone, which they loved. It didn't matter how bad games gotten, even if that never really happened, you were always the one to say something to keep them going. You were the kind of manager to never lose hope on your team, no matter how many points you were behind, you'd always have something to say that would boost their confidence, bringing home the win.

It wasn't long before you two made it to the gym, the sound of shoes screeching on the floor sounding throughout the gym, and flowing into the hallway. You were so excited to see your team, since you didn't get to see them the other few days, as you were setting up the graduation ceremony. Some of it, at least. Your face lit of with a smile that was nearly brighter than the sun, seeing as your entire team turned to you with a smile, running at you which made you flinch a bit as they called out your name whilst charging at you. They looked so big, coming towards you...

"____!!!!"

All of them was running at you with open arms, causing you and Shirabu to freeze, your lips twitching thinking that you were about to get tackled to the ground. Well, they stopped once you all heard it. Heard him... you'd rather say...

"Hey! Sit your lazy asses down, and let ____ in the gym! For crying out loud, she just got here, give her some damn space!"

"Sorry Coach!"

You should've known your coach was going to say something, but it relived you that he did, considering your size compared to your teammates. They still proceeded to approach you, but more calmly this time, big smiles etched across their faces as you hugged all of them, one by one. Still though, Ushijima was the only one who didn't approach you, but you weren't really focused on that right now, just so you could catch up with your friends right here. You lastly hugged the little Goshiki, he always managed to brighten your day, and you really hoped he'd become the new Ace, of the team. He was that good, to you.

"Do you really have to go, ____?! I'm gonna miss you so much!"

"Okay Goshiki..."

You chuckled a bit, trying to calm him as he layed his head on your shoulder, both his arms around you which instinctively made your arms wrap around him, in return. You found him so cute, and his personality even cuter, considering that he always tried impressing you when he's playing, on the floor agaisnt other teams. You'd cheer for him, of course, but that didn't mean you didn't cheer for your other teammates.

He was so dramatic, with you, resting his head on your shoulder as he cried, real or fake you didn't know. You just chuckled, stroking his dark hair as his sobs only seemed to get louder, but you distracted yourself as you looked to another one of your teammates. His brownish orange hair catching your attention, you releasing the hold on Goshiki to hug Taichi as well.

"I'll be sure to visit you all, once I get settled into my college. Since I've already been accepted, y'know."

"Yeah totally, just make sure I'm the first one you visit."

"Nu uh, she's gonna visit me first!"

You could only smile as they tried debating on who'd you get to see first, who you honestly couldn't choose. However though, you always had an idea, one that you suggested to them almost immediately, smiling it out as you said it.

"Guys, how about my first week in college, we all get together and do something?! Or before the graduation ceremony, we could probably do a little get together, before we officially leave the academy?" They seemed to love the idea, all smiles appearing on each one of their faces, but one and that's Ushijima who decided to join the group, without you even noticing. He was quiet too, but he was listening in on everything you were saying with the team, and he wasn't really enjoying what he was hearing.

Low groans were coming from him, groans of disappointment and disapproval, but of course no one could hear them. His eyes were glazed over with slight anger, narrowed as he eyed you down, listening closely on what you were saying. He could feel the anger in his chest boiling, tightly straining the muscles in his arms, containing him from striking blows at something.

He didn't want anyone else hanging around you, but him and only him, that's why he was more quiet than usual. But once you glanced at him, you smiled and walked up to the taller male, his eyes softening as he looked down at your shorter figure, your arms extending to offer the male a hug. He doesn't give hugs, but to everyone and your surprise, he engulfed you in his arms, a genuine hug as he placed both hands on your back.

Considering the height difference, Ushijima had to bend down a bit, just to get a full embrace on your body. You melted into the hug though, but as it concluded, everyone was silent, more out of shock and surprise. For some reason however, the hug felt different... like something that you've never experienced before, but it was a good feeling. A feeling that you kind of didn't want to get rid of, a slight tint of pink ghosting over your cheeks, faintly.

His scent was causing your hold on his body to tighten, as he smelled of a bit of sweat and faint cologne, from an earlier time. You didn't want to seem weird or anything, so you tried releasing the embrace, but Ushijima wouldn't let go. Not yet, at least. You could hear the teasing words of your friends around you, and the gasps of some who were befuddled with the whole ordeal.

"Woooow, Ushiwaka! I never expected to see the day, you went soft for some girl." The red haired middle blocker, Satori Tendou, commented as his lanky body dramatically moved to insinuate his words. Your face was flushed blood red, by now, thinking the thumping of your heart could be felt on Ushijima's chest. He was so close as he held you flush agaisnt his body, which didn't sooth your nerves at all.

He did however loosen his hold on you and let you go, once he heard the voice of his bestfriend. You stood off to the side, patting the side of your thighs as your eyes trailed to your legs masked with black tights, then trailed to your feet to try and relieve the fast beats of your pulse, that was beating quickly with embarrassment. Ushijima stared at Tendou without a concern in the World, as what he just did to you was on purpose. He wanted everyone to see him do that, wanting everyone to know just who exactly you'd be giving your last and only hugs to. He wasn't going to speak on that though, only staring at Tendou with that usual bored look of his.

"____, isn't just some girl, Tendou."

His bland and short answer was to be expected, but it still made your heart pound agaisnt your ribcage. He was always this way so you were used to it, though everyone began to clear out as the two spoke, but with you still off to the side. You couldn't believe your friends, including Shirabu, left you in the middle of this conversation.

"You're right, she's a special girl. A really special girl, that I know you're soft for."

You didn't know if Ushijima was getting upset or not, but you began to slightly panick as Tendou proceeded to talk. There was absolutely nothing wrong with Ushijima being soft for you, but you didn't want him to get upset with that, as you don't really think that you're Ushijima's type. As bold as he is, he was possibly about to crush your self esteem, anyway. Standing between the two, you chuckled to try and brush off the conversation, averting your gaze between the two males. It's not like you were disappointed in Ushijima not liking you or whatever, you just didn't want to hear those kinds of words coming from his mouth. If you didn't know any better, you would probably say that Tendou is doing this on purpose, honestly.

"Hey guys, how about we just-"

"No, he is correct, ____," Ushijima looked down at you, his words penetrating your chest and causing a gasp to escape your parted lips, "You are indeed, a very special girl, to me."

"And it's unlike the great Ushiwaka to confess, something like this, wouldn't you agree too, ____?"

Honestly, you would and you did agree with that. Never have you ever heard him say something like this and hearing him say this to you, made it all the more unbelievable. It made you smile though, knowing that Ushijima did in fact care, to some extent which you didn't know how much but it was a good start. It may have started too late though, considering you're graduating in a few days. "I guess you're right, Tendou. Didn't think you'd be saying anything like that, about me, y'know."

Ushijima's deadpan facial expression was still unreadable, as he was looking down at you, but you weren't complaining about what he said. It was kinda nice actually, and you really appreciated what he said, since you thought that he didn't necessarily care for you? In the beginning. He's just so put together and private that you didn't know anything, so it was reasonable as to why you'd think that. He rarely even conversates with you anyway, so that's another reason you didn't think he was really interested in talking to you, or whatnot.

Whenever you two do talk though, he's always replying with the shortest statements, sending awkward tension between you two. At least you found those moments awkward, as you would always try engaging in a conversation with him, whenever you had a chance, but it gets shut down quickly. You were still his manager for now, though, but in your mind you would hope he considers you as his friend, as well. There was no telling what was going on in that mind of his, as he never exactly expressed himself, not to you at least. That's just who he is and you don't judge him for that, having accepted that when you first were introduced.

"Expect the unexpected, ____."

That was the last thing Ushijima said, just before he turned tails to proceed with team practice. You watched him walk away, gulping a bit as it nerved you for some reason, because you honestly wish he would sit down and converse with you sometimes like your other friends, on the team.

You weren't going to force him though, especially since you know that this is just how he is, and you didn't mind him being that way. If he didn't want want to open up and talk to you one on one, you honestly didn't mind, but you would at least like to know where he stands with you. Is he your friend, or what..? You didn't know that and you wanted to ask, but you were a little too shy when it came to being around Ushijima, by yourself. Just because he's... well, a little awkward and you didn't want to say or do anything that'll potentially make him upset, with you.

"Well right now, we should probably just practice and enjoy our time, before it's over. Y'know ____, just like he said, expect the unexpected." You narrowed your eyes at the red haired male, he shrugged as he began trailing over to the rest of the team. You just followed behind him, but your mind was so focused on what Ushijima said about you, but you weren't upset about it. It just surprised you, in all honesty as it was unexpected.

He's just never seemed interested in talking with you or anything, so you were curious if what he said was true or not. As usual, Ushijima's whole vibe was unreadable, but you also would think that he wasn't the type to joke like that. Seeming as he's always serious, well that's what it looks like. That was something you totally didn't expect, so you could agree with both their words... expect the unexpected.

You were super bummed that practice seemed to end fast, your teammates already leaving which kept you in the gym, as you always tended to clean up after matches. Everyone was tired so you didn't mind cleaning up by yourself, the silence making you feel at peace with yourself. It was nearly clean already, as you're currently taking down the net to place it back into the storage room, finishing it up easily by yourself.

The sound of shoes walking towards the exits notified you that you were alone, waving at your friends that were leaving. After this though, you'd have to finish helping set up the graduation ceremony, but you didn't mind it to be honest. Considering you've got the opportunity to walk across that stage and officially become an adult, it exicted you so much that you didn't mind helping set up everything for the ceremony. You were putting away the net and some volleyballs, along with the brooms you've used to clean up the gym. You were carrying them all at once, which made some fall from your hands, you having to put some down to get the ones that had fallen upon the floor. The only thing you could hear was yourself sighing, that's until you heard footsteps behind you followed by a deep voice, one that you recognize from your team.

"____."

Firstly you turned your head, setting eyes upon the source that called out your name. The tall olive haired male, Ushijima was in your presence once again, and alone which almost instantly caused you to become awkward. You began dropping everything, tripping over things, trying to calm yourself as your nerves went into overdrive, filling with unintentional tension. You kept saying sorry as you tried straightening your act up, but you didn't even realize that Ushijima found your actions cute. He wouldn't say that, however, continuing to stare at you with lightly tinted cheeks, both his hands balling into fists as he tried to contain himself. This was his moment, and he didn't know how to approach it, but he was thinking as he watched you.

One last object made you trip, falling on your bottom with your legs crossed, which embarrassed you. You sighed, just before helping yourself up knowing that he wouldn't, but it was okay. Using both your hands, you maneuvered your hands behind your back and down to your bottom, brushing off the little dirt and dust that managed its way on you as you fell. "Uh, I'm sorry about that! Hopefully, you can unsee that," A string of chuckles escaped you, awkward and embarrassed chuckles that Ushijima could easily catch onto but you proceeded to talk, questioning him. "Anyway, why are you still here? Everyone else already left, probably... twenty minutes ago."

"I am well aware of that, ____."

Instantly, your eyebrow arched up, confused and questioning him once again in your head. Everyone on the team was already gone except him, and you had no idea what else would make him stay. You clean up here by yourself nearly everyday, and the Ace has never stayed behind for you, as he was usually one of the first ones gone.

"Okay, then why are you still here?"

"Can I not stay behind, to accompany you, ____?"

It wasn't a bad idea, but you didn't like it for whatever reason. His bland facial expression always confuses you, leaving you bothered and concerned for whatever he was thinking. You just hoped you weren't upsetting the taller male, not knowing if he was actually capable of getting upset or not, considering that you've never seen it. But it was weird that he wanted to stay behind and keep you company, obviously he's not the type to do that. You weren't going to complain about it though, because you didn't know what triggered the male, or what would make him upset with you so you just decided to go along with it. Letting this situation flow like water, clearly.

"Well sure, you can."

Nothing else was said from him, but his body walking over to you, his shadow covering your entire figure. It was so awkward and silent, you didn't even know what to do nor say, as you could feel the males body heat on your back. Hesitantly, you looked behind you seeing as the olive haired male was standing really close to your body. He was like two or three feet away, and it was still uncomfortable to you no matter how many feet. You tried your best not to think much of it, but you couldn't help it, considering that you aren't very fond of people in your personal space. However, you didn't know what to say to Ushijima, him of all people was the most intimidating to you.

He's so quiet, big, and awkward to you and that's something you really didn't know how to deal with, as mostly all your friends aren't like this. Still though, you didn't judge him, but the intense look in his eyes made your entire body stiffen. He always looked like this, but that stare of his was practically making you shake to the bone. If he was here to talk to you, you didn't know but you stood up straight, standing completely in front of the male. Considering his height, you had to crane your head upwards to look him in the face, as that cold stare of his seemed to intensify. You didn't want to be here right now, for some reason, but you weren't going to say exactly that. "Um... I have to go... help with the graduation ceremony."

He didn't seem bothered by what you said, his large body standing in your way, blocking you from walking around him to leave. You were so confused, your eyes a little wide whilst staring at the male, who didn't even attempt to move away to let you leave. The tension in the small storage room was getting more intense, your heart thumping harshly agaisnt your chest. It was until you heard him say something, snapping you out of your trance.

"You are not going anywhere." The venom in his voice caused your body to tremble, as he seemed to be more serious than usual. His body turning and his arms reaching to close the door freighted you even more, and it made you more scared that you didn't know what the hell he was doing. You didn't want to stick around and find out, though.

"Ushijima, what are you doing? I gotta go help with the-"

"What you're going to do, is stay here and help me."

You weren't going to do that, at least it was in your plan, you shrugging off your fear to try and walk around the taller male. He easily blocked your way with a single step, once again in your full view, your eyes going up to the males face. He was still looking down at you, his eyes still dark and intense which brung your fear back. You had no idea what he wanted, and the click sound of the storage room door scared you more, indicating that he looked you both in there. It was honestly scaring you and pissing you off a bit, not knowing what he had in store drove you crazy, because this was also a bit creepy. What in the World could the great Ushiwaka need help with?

"Um... wha—what do you need help with?"

He didn't answer you, not verbally at least, but visually when he began approaching you. His hands went to your arms, holding you down which made you begin panicking. Why was he manhandling you, his grasp on your arms really tight which didn't really give you room to struggle. He was only staring at you, with his usual calm face but that didn't better the situation. You just wanted to leave, but he wasn't allowing you to wiggle out of his grip. Everytime you moved though, his hands on your arms tightened, nearly breaking your bones at the moment.

"If you struggle against me, I will not be gentle with you." Your eyes widen and your body went stiff, the males grip on you loosening but he didn't let you go. You were beyond petrified with his statement however, because what in the fuck does that mean? You honestly didn't know and you weren't eager to find out, just to be honest with yourself. "You act as if, you do not recognize my feelings for you." That sentence caused a sharp gasp to escape your lips, did you hear that right? "I am in love with you, and graduation is almost here, meaning you'd be gone in a bit. However, I could not let that happen, letting you out of my grasp. You are mine, ____, I am here to claim you."

What the hell? You were confused as shit, as you've never heard Ushijima talk like this, not in your presence at least. Whatever this was, you weren't interested in it, because you were more scared than excited to see what he had in mind. You just wanted to go because something about this situation, did not feel right at all, but you couldn't pinpoint it. "What do you mean by, you're here to claim me? Listen Ushijima, I really don't have time-"

His grasp on you tightened, pulling your body flush against his bigger build, your eyes nearly popping out of your head as you felt a stiff object against your thigh. Was this some kind of sick joke, or is this what he meant by he needed your help with something? You honestly didn't know, but you still weren't interested in knowing.

"You are mine. I have been in love with you, far too long and you have yet to realize my feelings, for you. Never have I ever felt this way for someone. You are not going anywhere, until I claim what is mine. No matter if you were to graduate, I'd follow you as I've already planned. Though, our earlier conversation, with Tendou, made me want you even more. I see how my teammates look at you, that is why I'll be claiming you here and now."

Still though, some fight electrified your veins, pushing some courage back into your body as you once again tried wiggling out of his grasp. Your movement was just making the male groan deeply, your thigh was rubbing against the hard muscle agaisnt you. He welcomed that, honestly. "Are you crazy, Ushijima?! Let me go, before I tell coach!"

"We are close to graduating and adulthood, meaning he can no longer tell me what to do, nor you. You can struggle all you want, you will be mine." In an instant, his hands were on your clothes, snatching them away from your body, your tights being the first thing to go. You were panicking now, trying your best to scream but who would hear you? Everyone left already so there was no one who could come save you, from this man.

"What the- what the hell, Ushijima?! Let me fucking go!-"

"If you keep struggling, it will just get worse for you. I will not take you gently, if you keep fighting me with this."

You still tried pushing him away, as you didn't hear the words he just stated. His hands tore your tights completely off just before one of his hands went to your chest, ripping your shirt open, the buttons flying in different directions. Your bra was on full display to the male, as your insecurities began to arise but he didn't seem to care. His right hand was fondling your breast, and your hands began trying to pry his hands off your body, but his left hand easily took both your hands in his to pin above your head. All you had was your legs to kick at him, but those kicks were doing absolutely nothing to him. His grip on your wrists were tight, and all you wanted to do was scream.

He was staring at your chest, the fabric covering it making his body even hotter than it already was. Your chest was heaving quickly, his eyes slowly trailing to your face but he didn't say anything, and you ceased your kicking once he did. You both were locked in each other's gaze, and it made all the fear in your body rise again. His right hand was removed from your body, going to his own and to the hem of his shorts, pulling them down which made you panick. He didn't seem to care about your reaction, his eyes still focused on you as he pulled them down. You weren't even sure if you were dreaming or not, because this did not feel real, at all.

"Ushijima! Stop, what are you doing?!"

His hand continued pushing his shorts down, until they fell to his ankles and upon the floor before he stepped out the holes of the shorts. The boxers that were restraining him did little to cover him up, and it made you panick even more. This wasn't right, as you two are still in school no matter how close graduation was.

His hand that was on the hem of his boxers stayed there, calming your heaving chest and beating heart, but it didn't sooth the situation. Your insides were screaming at you right now, your brain punching you to fight this man off of you. It's obvious that you aren't going to like what he was planning, it didn't take a rocket scientist to know. "You belong to me and I belong to you. After this happens, you will not be able to leave me."

"Why didn't you just ask me out, like a logical person would, Ushijima?!"

He paused from your outburst, and you did as well, since you were the type to not really raise your voice. His hand on his boxers slid them down a bit, riding a little under his v line, but you refused to look at what he was doing. He didn't seem to care for how you felt in this situation.

"As close as you and Shirabu are, I know what his real intentions were."

You gasped, eyes wide listening to the words of Ushijima. You didn't speak though, just listening to him continue with what he had to say about Shirabu, your bestfriend. If Shirabu had a secret he was keeping from you, you sure as hell haven't even heard of it, didn't even have a hint of it. "He has told me that he would ask you on a date, after graduation. I refuse to let him have you, for I know you would not deny his feelings. It is clear that you love Shirabu, when you should be loving me. You belong to me."

Of course you love Shirabu, but you didn't know what level of love it was on. You didn't even know Shirabu loved you, as much as Ushijima said and you believed him because, when has Ushijima lied? You can't recall, even if you tried but you still would've preferred him just asking you out.

You know you wouldn't reject Shirabu, so all Ushijima would have to suffer was a rejection, but he's attractive enough to get someone else so that's why it confused you. Out of everyone. "Why do you want me, out of everyone in this school I mean... I'm nothing special, I'm just your manager! There are girls who are way slimmer and prettier, than me!"

You hated admitting that, but you knew it was true and that's why you said it, because you needed to know why he wanted you of all people. It's okay that he finds you attractive, but this wasn't what you should do, if you wanted to show someone that you found them attractive. He still didn't seem to care about what you were saying, his eyes burning holes in your skull as if he was seeing right through you. This would be the last thing you'd expect him to do to you, and it really confused you as to why he was doing this, because he was supposedly in love with you. You listened to his words though, as he spoke.

"I told you before, that you are special to me. No other girl could compete with you, ____. Skinny or not, your weight is what attracts me to you. Besides your personality, how you tolerate me even if you know how I am. It is obvious that people get annoyed by my ways, but you do not seem to care. That is why I want you and only you."

His hands pushed his boxers completely down before you could say anything else, your eyes widening once that stiff organ bounced out and stood at attention. You gasped, really getting a feel on the entire situation and once he brushed the tip agaisnt you and he was still standing some parts away from you, it really showed you how big he was.

Way bigger than you would've imagined, and it scared you as you realized what was about to happen. He didn't just have extreme length, but major girth that seemed a little too heavy for him to carry around all the time, the twitching veins intimidating you. Also the amount of leaking pre-cum scared you. In an instant, you were on your back on the mats that they use sometimes in the gym, to rest. Your hands were still pinned above your head though and when he flipped your skirt up to lay agaisnt your stomach, you once again tried kicking at him. He easily slid his body between your legs, his length too resting on your abdomen.

You froze, feeling his balls agaisnt your covered heat, your legs ceasing and your body stiffening once you felt the heavy cock resting on you. He was staring down at you as you were staring up at him, his eyes holding nothing but want and need for you. You've never done this before, so that's why it scared you more. It didn't take long for him to push himself back off of you with your hands still in his hand, just so he could push your panties aside and pull back enough to grip his throbbing cock. A sharp gasp escaped you, your legs beginning to kick once again, but it wasn't bothering Ushijima. You just wanted to reason with him, at least try to because he was obviously not stopping.

"Wait wait, Ushijima!” He ceased his movements, as his eyes trailed back to your distressed face. You were relived, thinking he was actually giving you a bit of mercy. "You don't have to do this! We can just... just go on a date, and see how it goes! We can both just forget that this ever happened!"

"I am afraid that I cannot do that, nor do I trust your words that you won't tell anyone."

"Ushijima please-!"

He cut you off with a harsh penetrating thrust into your body, the wind being knocked out of you as your hymen snapped. You practically screamed out, but he used his right hand to cover your mouth, his own eyes and teeth closing shut from the tight hold you had on his thick cock. The other thing is that he wasn't even all the way inside of you, but he was still pressing agaisnt your cervix, which soothed the pain by a lot, your cunt spasming violently around the thick cock lodged inside of you. He was panting heavily as both his hands went to your hips, trying his best to push himself deeper inside you.

Your back arched so much into the male, allowing his cock to slide in easier but slowly which caused a slight burning feeling. He was pushing past your cervix, placing himself inside your womb until his hips were flush agaisnt yours. He thrusted once, before you nearly cried out, your walls clamping around his length, gushing out around it to coat his abdomen and thighs. He was confused, until he looked down to see your pussy convulsing and squirting on him, your body shaking which notified him of what he did to your body. He just made you cum from entering you, barely doing anything which made the male crazily smirk. His grip on your hips tightened, slowly pulling out before thrusting harshly back in, his cock easily kissing your cervix.

Your hands were trying to find anything to hold onto, since Ushijima was sitting up and rapidly thrusting deeply inside your overstimulated pussy. Deep grunts and groans came from the male, his hands grabbing yours to put them on his shirt, your hands instinctively gripping it as he picked up his pace, the obscene squelching sounds meeting your ears. There was barely any pain, his cock hungrily trying to get all your juices to coat him, his eyes looking down at your joined bodies watching as your sheen coated him. He let his head fall back, thunderous moans escaping his chest from how tight you were. Water was trickling from your eyes, warming your cheeks in an onslaught of pleasure that your lower regions were recieving.

"Fuck..! You're so tight for me ____, I love you..! Keep squeezing my cock, just like that—ngh!" You could barely focus on his deep voice, for another orgasm was winding in your abdomen, Ushijima's thrust were so intense and strong that it had the mats underneath you nearly sliding you off of it. His hands went to your legs, pulling them agaisnt his body as both his hands slammed on the sides of the floor, trapping you underneath his body.

In this position, his cock seemed to push pass your cervix, fucking into your womb which made the male growl like a beast. One of his hands went to your hip, holding you there whilst he fucked down into your weeping pussy, his huge cock opening you so wide to his cock. The feel of his balls smacking your ass had you screaming his name, the male grunting in your face. “Ushi..!"

You couldn't even get his name out, each pounding smash of his hips agaisnt yours keeping your words in and letting your moans out. Both your eyes were closed tightly, all that was heard was your synchronized moans and your individual screams. It wasn't long before your second orgasm broke, your grip on his shirt pulling him down on your body. "Wakat..! Ushi..!"

You didn't know what you were saying, the male still pounding into you, but slowly as your walls securely took a grip on his thick shaft, keeping him almost trapped inside you. It took so much effort for him to pull out, his grip on your waist becoming painfully tight but you couldn't respond to that.

You were so tight that it nearly pained him, an unexpected deep moan escaping him while his hips slowly continued to sink inside of you, your body shaking and your head against his chest to conceal your screams and shameful moans. The male slowly fucked into you, letting you ride out the parties of paradise enhanced in your pussy. Your eyes were burning with overstimulated tears, a white coat of your cum coating his cock in a ring of your juices, that now belonged to him. You couldn't believe how good he was making you feel, but you still didn't want it to be this way, losing your virginity in such a forceful way.

Once his hips came to a stop, he pulled out and layed you on your stomach, on the mats you were currently layed on your back. You couldn't do anything, as he once again lined his throbbing length up with your spasming pussy. He didn't waste anytime with sheathing himself balls deep into you again, your body screaming almost. He didn't even give you time to recover from your orgasm, his hands going to your hips as he pulled you back with his aggressive thrust. He seemed to hit deeper in this position, your walls feeling the thick veins protruding his length, but his thrusts weren't as hard as they were the first time.

They still kissed your cervix sweetly though, his balls now smacking your clit that was already overly stimulated and leaking with your own juices. His hands went to your front half, pulling you up and forcing your body to arch into his thrust, now his cock sweetly caressing your g-spot. His hands were placed on your throat, his eyes looking down to where he was entering your body from, loving the sight of your small pussy trying to eat up his cock. It was kind of hard for him to thrust back into your body, but when he did, it felt like absolute heaven to not only you, but him too. "I'm coming..! I'm coming, ____! I want you to take it all..!"

You began panicking, but you couldn't get out his grasp as your body already felt like it was jelly. Your hands could only hold onto the mat underneath you, feeling his thrusts speed up which caused a clapping sound to secrete in the room. His thrusts were so hard, your body convulsing as another orgasm formed.

Your entire fate was sealed, you'll be with him forever if he gets you pregnant, and you couldn't let that happen but what could you do? Absolutely nothing, but take him deeply inside you. His moans were getting louder, his hands around your throat before he pulled you flush agaisnt his chest. Both his arms were around your chest, one hand going to your throat and squeezing it as he began slowly sliding in and out of you. The sounds were so erratic, and you couldn't help the way your walls trembled as you listened to it. "Scream out my name, ____..! Tell me... tell me you love me..!"

His pace picked up again, your orgasm snapping harshly in your abdomen, your legs kicking under you as he continued to drill through your orgasm. This one was more intense than all the other ones, seeming like it ripped your entire body with tidal waves of pleasure. A harsh smack on your ass made your body jolt, as you screamed out the words he demanded you say. "I—I love you..! Wakatoshi..!"

His grin widened, his body went stiff as he plunged himself deeply inside of you, his lips latching onto your neck as he moaned agaisnt you. You could barely register the hot pulsing liquid surging throughout you, the male biting a deep mark into your neck. His orgasm was so intense that slight tears escaped his eyelids too, as he's never felt something this good. He definently wasn't planning on letting you go, at all. You're finally his, and will always be his.

Literal tears escaped your eyes as another orgasm broke over you, one not that hard but enough to have you screaming. He held you close to his body, slowly grinding his hips agaisnt yours to empty out his seed into your womb. His grasp on your throat was removed though, before his arms went to wrap around your waist.

A stinging pain was on your neck, and that was when you realized he imprinted a dark hickey on you. Your body fell agaisnt the mat, his hands holding his body up and off of your body. He was still deeply seated inside you, his cock still pressed firmly against your cervix. You could still feel him cumming, your eyes shut still feeling the thick spurts of his seed filling your womb. His hand went to caress your ass, before you heard his deep rumbling voice.

"You will not go to college, ____. You will be with me, at all times, no matter what. No matter how much you want to leave, I will punish you, if you do not cooperate with me." You were so ready to graduate, as you didn't think it would turn out like this. It was correct to expect the unexpected.

This work was originally written by @compressingsins, if you see anything similar, please report it to me. 🫶🏾

[oreosmama]

I love your yandere headcanons! I was wondering if you could do yandere headcanons for Ushijima from Haikyuu; they could be an extension of that one Ushijima scenario you did where he’s kidnapped the reader!

Yandere Ushijima Headcanons

*GIF not mine*

A/N: Goddamnit, I know this could be better, but I’m glad you’ve liked the others so far! This one’s a bit rambly, but I rly hope it was what you’re looking for. Enjoy! (Side note: Farmer Ushijima is canon, dang nabbit 😤)

Word count: 1236

I know y’all ain’t surprised, but Ushijima’s kind of oblivious as to how to go about all of this after he finds out he’s in love.

Just gonna say, he totally brought you up to the team, talking about how he likes you a lot and stuff. Shirabu’s like “ask her on a date” and Tendou’s like “bro just kidnap her.”

So he kidnaps you.

The only reason Ushijima would have to go as far as kidnapping you is if he’s truly whipped. We’re talking like “kill everyone around you” whipped. 

He doesn’t really murder people, of course. That’s too much time spent away from you and volleyball.

And yeah sure, you’re right up there with volleyball when it comes to priorities in his life, but Ushijima really hates to compare. There are times where he’ll leave you locked up in the apartment while he goes out to play a game, but there are also times where he will skip practice just to hold you in his arms a bit longer. 

Let’s see, how do I say this…? He thinks you’re okay with this.

Honestly! We’ve all seen how Ushijima handles Oikawa. He strongly believes Oikawa would be happier at Shiratorizawa, so of course he believes that as soon as you live in his home, you’re happy as a clam. 

‘Cause let’s be honest-- as the love of your life, Ushijima knows what’s best for you.

All right, let’s do a lil recap: Ushijima falls for you, kidnaps you, and keeps you in his apartment without ever allowing you to leave. 

In the first week you’re in his home, you’re free to roam wherever, but the doors and windows are heavily locked up. 

By the second week you’re in his house, you’re tied up in your own room, shackled to the bed and only allowed to travel as far as your personal bathroom. After ten failed escape-attempts, Ushijima almost lost his cool, so he figured keeping you in one place would keep his mind at ease. 

This is a known fact, but yandere Ushijima is possessive af. Before he kidnapped you, he would almost explode at the way you interacted with other people. God, you used to act like you didn’t know you were his. It pissed him off so much. 

Speaking of, let’s talk about punishments. 

Spankings

Spankings

Spankings

… yeah🤷‍♀️

Goddamn, it’s true. He makes you count them out loud and everything because he just loves the way your voice rises in pitch the longer it drags on. 

He’s not cruel, though. Part of him is human and does realize that you’ll need time for recovery, so he keeps lotion on hand just for that occasion. You’re still squirming across his lap while he does so, but after one last *WHAM* to dat ass, you know to keep still. 

Yeah, so uh… you can’t sit for a few days after that, and holy hot damn does that shit leave marks. 

There are times where Ushijima just passes you through the halls in his apartment and he’ll just stop you with his hands on your hips and lift up his shirt that he makes you wear. Slowly, he’ll run his fingers over the large, hand-shaped splotches of purple, red, and blue, allowing a small smile to grow on his face. 

“I like seeing my marks on you, beautiful.”

When you’re especially rowdy, Ushijima has no qualms about tying you to his bed and leaving you there for a few days. At nights, he’ll curl up around you and go to sleep, hugging you like his favorite pillow. In the mornings, he’s not afraid to get naked in front of you, changing without a care in the world while you curse yourself for actually being attracted to such a horrible person. 

Most days, Ushijima likes to feed you by hand. I’m serious, y’all. He googled it online and found that “feeding each other food is a sign of love and trust.” 

“Interesting.”

After that, he’ll track you down in the house and straddle you right in the middle of your chest so you can’t move. There’s a plate of food in one hand and chopsticks in the other, and he’ll just hold out a bite of food to you and be like “Open.”

Part of him likes the idea that this is what normal couples do, but deep down Ushijima knows he loves this because he likes when you have to depend on him for even the most basic things. Little stuff like that makes him feel like he’s the one giving your life purpose. 

And shit, does he like that you might believe your life revolves around him. It’s all about reciprocity with this dude. 

Umm okay, lemme just switch this back to headcanons for a sec: 

He doesn’t seem it, but Ushijima’s a very physical lover. Hand-holding, hugging, kissing, you name it. More than anything, he’s just addicted to the feeling of you against him. 

He doesn’t tell you he loves you often. Some days, he won’t even talk to you, maybe just little greetings when he comes home from school and such. 

If you ever accidentally hurt yourself in the house, Ushijima won’t go bonkers like you might hope. Instead, he just shakes his head and takes you to the bathroom, silently grumbling that you should be more careful while he helps you wrap the injury. 

If I’m honest, I do think Ushijima is the type of guy to force himself on you. Yep, you read right. While it doesn’t happen often because his libido isn’t that wild, if he wants you, he gets you. Of course, there are days where you’re more whiny and wanting than others, but the days that you’re not, he’ll just chalk up to you being as silent in bed as he is.

Holy fuck, could you imagine those grunts??

He’s not the most sexually demanding of all yanderes, but he still has needs like any other guy his age. Ushijima will never use sex as a punishment, though. I really don’t think he’s not the type that’ll “fuck you into submission.” That’s for more horny yanderes. 

Instead, I think Ushijima treasures the time he does it with you. With this one, it’s “making love,” honey. Like I said earlier, he’s very physical with you. Of course, it’ll be rough and hard, but you are still the love of his life. His cum dumpster? Maybe some days, but his beautiful lover all the same. 

With sex, it’s either for stress relief or wanting to feel you. Really, it probably only happens like once a month, tho. 

Ushijima doesn’t ask for much in return when he shows you his love. The rules with him are quite simple. 

1. If he wants to touch you, let him.

2. Don’t escape. He will find you.

This big boi just wants to love you and only you, and he expects you to feel the same. Really though, he understands if it’ll take you some time. 

Just… don’t test his patience too much, yeah? You’ve gotta start a family soon so the kids can tend to the farm🤠

[chattemagique]

`𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑈𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑗𝑖𝑚𝑎 𝑊𝑎𝑘𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑠ℎ𝑖~`

my first smut 😳

i'm non-native English speaker , so if you see any mistakes concerning English tenses etc. don't hesitate to direct me about them^^

i'm also open to criticism since this is my first time trying something regarding fanfictions

♡

author's note: all characters are 18+

tw: non-con, size kink, yandere themes, mention of abuse,kidnapping,blood , virginity loss , toxic behavior, dacryphilia(?)

word count: ~0.8k

characters: f!reader x yandere!Ushijima Wakatoshi

It's been months since Ushijima kidnapped you.At first he was always patient with you, he didn't push himself onto you ,because he understood the immorality of his action.If you refused to eat - he would wait for you to get hungry, didn't want to go to the bath - he was sure that there will come a moment where you would be too disgusted with yourself to stay still.Although, Ushijima seemed like a cold person, he really lacked physical attention, especially from you , but he never broke the physical boundaries , if you weren't comfortable with it (except that time, when you were kidnapped).

But it was only at first.

You knew, that even though he always tried to coordinate his decision with yours, at the end it was already clear that he was the main one here and the final decision would still be his.

That's when he started to forcefully bathe you and feed you.You wanted to resist and spit out the food, but the strong grip on your hands, before they were tied up, told you, that you better not to do that.

He was becoming braver and braver.

It scared you, because you knew the moment would come when he wanted to do it.

You were a virgin.He didn't know exactly, but he guessed it.

Out of your friend group in school, you were the quiet and the timid one.Always blushing when a guy said something to you.

He saw an ideal opportunity in it - he wanted to be your first (and the last).

Of course, he would still love you if you weren't a virgin.He's just got that unexplainable obsession, urge to protect you from the others and keep to himself.

Own you.

After a couple of weeks since Ushijima asserted his dominance, you became more obedient, because of the bruises on your body that appeared due to his tight grip, and because you thought that if you were docile he would take pity on you and wouldn't do it.

Your expectations weren't met.

You were slightly shaking , which he saw, and sitting on the edge of the bed, your legs were tightly closed.Although he tried to be gentle, he didn't always succeed(as you can understand from the previous events).

He caressed your cheek and lifted up your chin for you to look at him.You tried to avert his gaze.

"(y/n), look at me"

You looked at him again, your eyes began to water.He noticed it.

"Don't worry, baby.I'll be gentle."

He said it as he gently kissed you on the lips and his hand started to slide to your breasts, softly caressing them and rubbing your nipples.Your breathing quickened and your stomach started to feel weird.

You wanted to move away, but he quickly placed his left hand on your thigh and kissed you more passionate this time.He made you spread your legs a bit and his hand wandered to your pussy.His index finger started to rub your clit.You still were hesitant and felt uncomfortable doing it, that's when he went a bit deeper and added his middle finger.

Surprisingly, Wakatoshi made you wet quickly.

He laid down you on the bed and quickly unzipped his pants , taking off his underwear.You saw his aroused member. It was HUGE. How is it even supposed to fit in?

He rubbed his tip around your entrance, you got goosebomps.He slowly started to push it in.You let out a small, restrained moan.

The fact that you tried to hold your voice during the act was incomprehensible to him.As expected, you haven't talked to him much since the kidnapping, but why would you whist now? He admired all if you, your body, your face, your smile, your voice.Such a shame that you didn't want to let him enjoy these small things.

"(y/n), i want to hear you.

I'm sure you don't want me to make you do it"

He pushed his length further.You moaned this time a bit louder.Your walls were squeezing his dick lustily, which made Ushijima breathe a bit more heavier than usual.The thought like you were too small for him didn't even cross his mind, you are supposed to be his, and he - yours.He felt like his tip had met your cervix.

Wakatoshi looked at your teary face, then lower.He noticed that he hadn't even fully entered you.If only you knew how much it turned him even more,despite your walls already squeezing him strong, he was ready to pound into you with all his lust and make it fit.

But he knew, that it was your first time, so he slowly took his member out and entered again.This time was a bit faster than previous.He continued doing so, until he stopped pulling out his member at all and got normal speed.

You didn't try to hold your moans now and it seemed, that you were enjoying it.You even came, which made him really happy and satisfied with himself in sort of way.

He pulled out and came on your belly.His cum had red impurities.

"I love you, (y/n)"

He kissed you on the forehead.

[ac3id]

“watch and learn,” | 18+

pairings: incel sakusa x fem!reader x ushijima

summary: sakusa gets tired of watching you take advantage of his friend, so he takes matters into his own hands to teach you a lesson. fortunately for him, ushijima feels the same

warnings: noncon, humiliation, voyeurism, anal, hate fucking. 

a/n: this was high-key inspired by @vermiliren​ ‘s sakusa and ushijima concepts,,, love you <3

wordcount.: 4k+

tagging: @minitaureland, @oikawoahh, @lady-tokugawa-of-mikawa, @sunshine-fangs​ 

dm to be added/ removed!

Sakusa has a problem.

Well, Sakusa has many problems, but this one in particular manages to drive him crazy.

It makes his blood boil and his cock hard, it’s an irritating itch he just can’t scratch which makes him absolutely mad.

One could say such a problem must be nerve-wracking; something which keeps you up all night wondering how you can overcome it. Maybe it’s family, maybe it’s financial. It must be a big deal, right? But luckily for Sakusa, it’s just you.

His problem is you, his teammate’s girlfriend.

It’s weird. Technically, there should be no reason for him to think of his teammate’s girlfriend as anything but just as another girl but his heart tells him another story.

Whenever he thinks of you, he either imagines punching your beautiful face until it’s stained with wine red blood or shoving his cock down all of your holes which he hears you cry in agony. He imagines filling you up with his cum, clearing you of all your filth. There’s really no in-between, but sometimes he imagines doing it both...in the same order.

But hey! Sakusa is a good guy, he would never do such a thing! He respects women and most certainly he respects you. He obviously doesn’t think you’re a whore or anything for talking to a guy who isn’t your boyfriend, Ushijima. But gosh, even you notch it up a lot.

He rarely ever sees you, only when you arrive at bars uninvited with Ushijima or when you come down to the volleyball tournaments for Ushijima or when you wait for Ushijima while he practices in the stadium or….. When you go down to the grocery store where he just happens to be….multiple times.

Maybe you’re getting food for Ushijima, but he’s sure his teammate’s not going to eat half the junk you buy. Ushijima has a body to maintain, his health is very important to him. All of that fast food is not going to work him any favors.

Don’t you cook for him? You know, like a woman should?

You see, Sakusa is a little old fashioned. He likes tradition and sincerely pesters everyone to follow it. So it’s not a big surprise when he expects the same from you or any female in general. In the past, he’s been called an incel; a man who hates women was it? But that’s definitely not him. He loves them. Especially when they are naked on his computer screen, getting pinned down by a man two sizes bigger than themselves.

Sometimes he imagines you and Ushijma in their place and way more often, he imagines him with you over there instead.

So, see? He doesn’t women. He loves them! But… some women get on his nerves.

Some women like you.

He would never admit this, but Sakusa follows you around only because he does not trust you for Ushijima. Even when Ushi’s around, you flirt with other men while he’s sitting right next to you with his arms wrapped around your shoulder. It gets worse when he is away.

He can always hear you make suggestive comments to the cute cashier in the store while he lurks away. He’s disgusted. He can’t understand why Ushijima still chooses to stay with you.

He’s dating a whore, you don’t care about him- you’re just having your fun. You’ll leave him once it gets over, you don’t like him. But you still have him entranced, so madly in love with you. Sukasa think-no, he knows it’s only because you’re good in bed. There’s no other reason for him to keep you around for so long, being a slut you probably know how to make a man feel good.

Sakusa understands that but it still bothers him. Like a good friend he is, he decides to tell Ushijima about you. It starts in the locker room after practice. Both of them stand together changing out of their sports gear, it was a tiring day, and the two men were tired. He’s surprised when Ushijima starts the conversation, midday through changing his shirt, he starts.

“So, what do you think of her?” Sakusa knows who he is talking about, you had come into the stadium that day to watch Ushijima practice, and he had spent the better half of his time glaring daggers and staring at you. Sakusa says your name cluelessly, “Yes, her.” Ushijima replies.

Sakusa clicks his tongue, “I think-” “Cut the bullshit, you’re fucking her aren’t you?”

Ushijima turns to him, his eyes dark and fatal. A frown rests on his face with his fists balled as if to throw a punch. Sakusa panics, not understanding why such an accusation could fall over his head.

“No- I- that’s not true!” he clarifies but Ushijima looks unmoved, “Then why the fuck do you keep looking at her?” the murderous glint in his eyes doesn’t disappear as he just gets angrier. A newfound fear forms within Sakusa, he had always respected Ushijima as a player and a man, he sure as hell didn’t want to start a fight with the green-haired man. He spills everything he knows, everything he’s seen.

The night when he spotted you kissing Atsumu, the relentless flirting, everything. It’s brutal, it breaks Ushijima’s heart but a necessary evil. He watches Ushijima’s spirit break when his eyes turn blank. He stares motionlessly on the floor, thinking. Sakusa feels the rage return, he’s so mad at you- how could you do this to anyone? All of you are the same, all women are the same but….but you are the worst!

Sakusa waits for a moment before speaking, “You can’t let her get away with this,” he starts. Ushijima looks up at him, listening diligently to his plan. “You should take revenge, don’t let her get away with this.” Revenge?

Ushijima’s eyes lit up at the word, many thoughts came into his mind when Sakusa said it. Revenge? Should he also kiss any of your friends behind your back? Should he be cold towards you? The idea of making you realize just how much you hurt him by lettering you experience the pain excited him. He loved you, he did but sometimes drastic measures have to be taken. “What should I do?” he asked impatiently, he wanted to find a way to fix his deteriorating relationship.

Sakusa pauses, his mind racing back to the many porn clips he has fapped to before and settling on which the big boyfriend destroys his little girlfriend’s pussy for cheating on him. “I’ll send a video.”

Later that night Ushijima receives a link from Sakusa, titled ‘boyfriend punishes girlfriend for cheating.’

- 

“Wakatoshi?” you bask in confusion at the man standing next to your boyfriend at the front door. It was late at night and you were almost going to bed. Ushijima had texted you telling he’d be home late that night but you had managed to catch him just in time. You were not expecting his teammate to come along with him, though.

It was awkward, dressed only in some sleep shorts and Ushijima welcoming Sakusa in the house was weird. He never seemed to take his eyes off of you, you were genuinely creeped out. You let the two men talk in the living room while you headed to the kitchen to prepare them a little snack. They said they had already eaten but umm...hospitality? It was fine to both of them, they liked you better in the kitchen anyway.

“Have you tried a threesome before?” Sakusa asked, taking a seat. It was finally the day Ushijima was going to man up and teach you a lesson which you’d never forget. “No, I don’t like to share,” he replied. Sakusa nodded, “understandable.” they stood quiet for a second only for your humming to fill the room. Even though you were in the kitchen, your sweet melody still ringed till the other room. Ushijima threw Sakusa a knowing glance before he made his way to the kitchen to see you. Heading over next to you, he sized down your form.

Ushijima took a step forward, trapping you between the kitchen counter and his huge body. You bring your hands to his chest, keeping him at a distance from you and just feeling his warmth under your palms. You did this often, it wasn’t anything sexual. You just enjoyed feeling him under your fingertips.

“So, what’s his deal?” you ask, your voice low not to alert Sakusa sitting in the living room. It was late, very late. There was no reason for Ushijima to bring a friend over now, but if Sakusa needed a place to spend the night- that was a different story.

“He will go in sometime,” Ushijima answered back, his huge, warm palms caressing your cheeks. You lean into the touch as he looks down at you affectionately with pure innocent eyes until he can’t. The spell you have him under breaks and he remembers why Sakusa is here.

His thumb trails down to your lips, pushing against the soft and pillow-like features. You look at him in confusion, Surprised by his bold actions. Ushijima was a private person, seeing him act so suggestively while another man sat right in the next room shocked you...but you liked it.

You obediently open your mouth letting his digits enter your hot carven. A tingle of a dull, throbbing pull settles on your tongue as you frown. Looking up at Ushijima through your lashes, you watch him glare at you while he pinches your tongue between his two fingers.

You whine out, there was no lie that you like it rough but the unsettling expression on Ushijima's face frightened you.

“Do you remember the last time we went out for drinks with the team?” your eyes widened and your blood ran cold, you knew exactly what he was getting at. “Nod your fucking head, bitch.” his pinch grew tighter making you squeal harder and you hastily nodded. You heard footsteps ring as Sakusa appeared into the room. Turning your eyes to his immediately, asking him for assistance. You hope to see a reaction out of Sakusa, disgust at most- he’d tell you both to cut it out but Sakusa stood still with an unreadable expression. Was he not going to say anything?

Ushijima caught your attention back by pinching your tongue hard, once again. drool pooled in your mouth, slowly leaking past your lips. It was disgusting.

“That night, did you kiss Atsumu?”

He knew. This is why he was doing this, you could understand that, but why was Sakusa just watching?

Your gaze lowered to the floor and Ushijima let his fingers leave you, letting you talk. You kept your head down as you spoke. it was too heartbreaking, you knew you should have told Ushijima but for some reason you never did. you were sacred Ushijima would leave you.

“That night, Atsumu came onto me…. when you left me with him that day, he kissed me- I didn’t want him to..he just…” shaky breaths leave your lips as you recall the dreadful incident. Atsumu was drunk that night, he wasn’t thinking straight. He apologized to you sincerely the next day but the damage was done. you could still feel his uninvited touches roaming all over your body when he tried to grope you.

An uncomfortable silence fell over the room. Ushijima turned to sakusa, the glare which was burning you now directed at him. Ushijima was furious at sakusa for accusing you but sakusa knew what he saw. he frowned at you, he remembers seeing you kissing the blonde back- you’re just lying now, trying to get out of this mess.

“She’s lying, I knew what I saw. don’t trust her,”

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Who do you think you are?”

You scream at him with angry, glassy eyes immediately turning to Ushijima and begging him to not believe the dark-haired man. Sakusa watches you with calculating eyes, revising his next move. He knows he’s not going to let you go so easily, there’s only one reason he’s here tonight. And that’s to put a whore in her place, he’s not leaving until he gets a taste of you.

He starts again, “don’t listen to her, Ushijima. listen to me, I have no reason to lie to you I’m your friend.” He chooses his words carefully to manipulate Ushijima into siding with him.

Ushijima stares at you for a second before grabbing your wrist harshly, “it’ll be okay,” he whispers your name, pulling you along with him. you scream at him, trying to pull your hand out of his grasp as he thrusts your forward.

“Toshi’ stop. seriously, no. stop,” you cry and beg but he shows no mercy. He pulls you into your shared bedroom, throwing you on your shared bed. Sakusa quietly follows, locking the door behind him as he enters. “What should I do now?” Ushijima turns to sakusa who stands next to the door, his eyes run towards you and he watches you cowering on the bed. You curl yourself up, pushing your knees to your chest and burying your head in between. You sit at the edge of the bed, far away from the two men quiring in fear and dread. Sakusa had thought you’d be putting up more of a fight but seems like you knew your place. Besides there was no way you’d manage to win against the two giants, they’d crush you even before you can try.

“Do you not remember the video?” Sakusa asks, pulling his phone out of his pocket and opening a porn site. He clicks on the video he had forwarded to Ushijima, the video starts normally; a man talking to his supposed girlfriend but he skips the clip forward to the part he wants to see.

“You seriously want me to do that to her?” Ushijima asks, frowning at the screen. The porn actress is bent over the actor’s lap as he showers her bottom with powerful slaps. Blistering her ass and making her cry.

Sakusa nods. Ushijima looks bad at your quivering form before whispering, “like a child?”

Truth to be told, Sakusa knew Ushijima was a softie and that he cared about your feelings. That was the difference between him and the ace. He loved you and he loved you a little too much, you were the first thing swimming in his mind and it may be defined by some as romantic, Sakusa thought differently.

The thought disgusted him, caring so much about a mere woman; the man has to be crazy. Don’t get it wrong, Sakusa loves women so much he’s cornering you like this but he also firmly believes that women have duties. And by what he can see between you and Ushijima, you’re not fulfilling them at all and Ushijima is too much of a pussy to make you fix your mistakes.

He’s just helping his bro out. xx

Sakusa doesn’t answer him, instead, he looks at him with a fixed glare. Ushijima clicks his tongue, he didn’t want to hit his girlfriend like a child but he didn’t want to disrespect his friend either. He thinks for a moment before turning to you, making up his mind he chooses to spank you. A small smile of satisfaction crosses on Sakusa’s face as he watched Ushijima approach you.

His knee dips down on the bed as he moves forward to get you, “Toshi’ please, I will never, never talk to any guy ever again. You don’t need to do this.” you beg. Your eyes are glassy and your face is flushed from crying. You look up at your boyfriend with pleading eyes, hoping he’d listen to you. Ushijima stops in his tracks, hesitating to get you. He thinks about, maybe he should let you-

“Ushijima.”

Sakusa’s stern voice pulls him back to reality, he clicks his tongue and grabs you by your arm pulling you with him to the opposite edge of the bed. You keep crying and begging but Ushijima doesn’t bat an eye as he pulls you over his lap. He presses his hand against your back to keep you from running away while the other paws at your sleeping shorts.

“Stop screaming,” Sakusa commands, but you never listen to him. “Is this okay?” Ushijima flashes Sakusa a perfect view of your naked ass, your panties, and discarded on the floor. Sakusa walks over, standing in front of Ushijima, he leans in to grab a handful of your ass but Ushijima pushes his hand away. “No touching,” he commands.

As if they put salt on the wound, Ushijima moves along to fondle your ass. Playing with the soft flesh, squeezing them, spreading them all to his liking. A small smile grazes his face and for the first time, he realizes how much smaller you are compared to him. It makes him feel mighty, he loves the power he holds over you right now. The thoughts about what he can do to you flow straight to his cock. You feel his ever-growing bulge poke at your stomach under his pants.

Sakusa picks up your panties from the floor and right over in front of you, he grabs your face with his hands, squishing cheeks before shoving the panties into your mouth shutting you up once and for all. Ushijima throws him a glare but decides to ignore it eventually. His hands roam over your back one last time before he brings it up into the air and slams it down onto your round ass swiftly.

You cry out in pain, your bare ass stinging and burning. You hope for your boyfriend to calm down but he doesn’t give you a break, repeatedly hitting your ass with no sign of mercy. You cry and wither around, mumbling words that get muffled behind the gag making it impossible for any of them to understand.

Sakusa patiently watches the scene in front of him, you’re crying in pain while Ushijima spanks you. It’s kind of like the scenes he always fantasized about, the only difference being it’s him who’s raining down slaps on your naked ass instead of Ushijima.

“You’re doing it wrong.”

“What?”

Sakusa wants to touch you, he wants to feel you under him. He’s not going to let himself watch you both doing it all night while he stands at the side with a raging boner and besides, Ushijima wasn’t hitting you hard enough. He pauses, looking up at Sakusa and you sigh in relief.

“You’re hitting her hard enough, at this rate she’ll never fear you,” he taunts and you frown. Your ass was already painfully red and swollen, you couldn't imagine how much longer you’d last.

In a flash, Ushijima pulled you on your feet, holding you by your arm. “You do it. I’m not enjoying this,” Sakusa’s eyes light up and he holds his urge to smile, he does not want to out himself.

“Watch and learn,”

He quietly walks over and changes roles, you squirm in his grip shaking your head no. You did not want to left under Sakusa’s touch at all, you had a feeling he hated you- which he did. He pulled you over his thighs where you could feeling his raging boner hit your stomach and just like Ushijima he started slapping your ass swiftly faster and much harder than your boyfriend.

They come without any warnings one after the other. You feel yourself tapping out now and then but a swift, harsh pull to your hair did just fine in waking you back into the nightmare. After Sakusa was done with abusing your ass, he started rubbing and playing with you. He squeezed your cheeks making you wince, spreading it open staring at your pulsing hole. His fingers even slipped down lower, dangerously close to your cunt.

“Sakusa,” Ushijima’s heavy voice cut through and Sakusa immediately lifted his hands off you. He pushed you down on the bed and removed the panties he had stuffed into your mouth. You coughed, your throat hoarse and your body exhausted.

Your bottom was numb, you could not feel a thing and your body was on fire. Ushijima called out to you, caressing your cheek. “Are you okay?” Ushijima felt bad. In all honesty, he did not want to hurt you but hearing the things Sakusa had said to him about you and what you did when he was not around made him feel like a small man, a man with no pride. It bothered him so he listens to Sakusa. He seemed to know what he was doing but now he sat filled with regrets.

Sakusa slapped Ushijima’s hand away from your face, “She’s fine. We aren’t done yet.”

Sakusa pulled you closer to him and ripped your shirt off your body, squeezing your tits and rolling your hardened nipples between his fingers. Ushijima dragged you back to him, at this point both the men were using you like a rag doll, literally. “I’m fucking her pussy.” he declared. You whined as he made you sit down on the bed but quickly switched positions so that you were straddling his thigh. You could see the dent in his jeans propped up, begging to be released. “What? Am I supposed to take her ass? That’s gross.” “You can use her mouth too,”

That was even grosser, Sakusa wanted to fuck your pussy. No doubt he’d love to ruin your ass and your mouth but today he wanted your pussy. He opened his mouth to speak but was immediately speechless when he saw Ushijima making out with you. He kisses you so passionately, your lips molding together, his tongue going down your throat. For a moment it felt like he wasn’t going to rape you here and now. Hell, maybe you are even enjoying this.

He scoffs, unbuckling his belt he walks behind you, settling for your ass. He feels like a third wheel, watching Ushijima kiss you so lovingly; licking your neck and biting down your tits making you moan.

He lifts you, spreading your cheeks, presenting your gaping hole to Sakusa. “You can go first,” he offers. Your start squirming around once again trying to free yourself from him. “Please, Wakatoshi no it will hurt. Please don’t-” “Shut up, bitch” Sakusa comes behind you, his hands closing around your petit neck. He squeezes around the soft flesh, effectively shutting you up. Out of desperation, you look up at Ushijima with watery eyes only to see him glaring at Sakusa. He slaps away Sakusa’s hand away from your neck, “Careful, she’s not yours’ bro.” his voice is filled with sarcasm. Sakusa scoffs moving back, “is she yours though? Sucking up to every guy ever who gives her an ounce of attention? Hate break it to you but your girl’s a whore, dude.” Sakusa returns. Sitting in the room with a hard-on, they glare at each other. Co-operating with Ushijima was harder than Sakusa thought and Ushijima much more possessive than he seemed.

The longer he stared with Sakusa with murderous intentions, the more fragile his grip on you became. Once you spotted it was weak enough, you broke out of it made for a run.

‘Fuck!” Ushijima screamed and chased after you with Sakusa following. You don’t get far, they catch you in the corridor. Ushijima pushes you against the wall, his hand coming up to grab your jaw making you look at him. ‘One fucking thing [y/n]. I told you it’ll be over fucking soon, didn’t I?” he slaps your face once. “It’s all your fault anyway. If it weren’t for you whoring out there like a fucking slut you wouldn’t be in this situation.” he slaps you twice, ouch. You plead guilty, promising him you’d never do it again but after repeated denials, you change your request. You choke back sobs as you try to calm your uneven breathing, “You can do anything you want to me but...just not him, please.” you turn to Sakusa shaking like a leaf. You didn’t want that man to be near you, nevertheless, touch you.

Ushijima thinks for a moment, turning to Sakusa. He thinks long and hard before answering, “It will be okay.” he says before pushing you against Sakusa. He didn’t want to give you up but you know what they say...Bros before Hos. Sakusa catches you roughly and pins you against his chest. He wraps his arm around your waist, letting the other pulls his pants down and pull his throbbing cock out of his briefs. It stands tall, not as thick as Ushijima but he’s big. With the red tip leaking with pre, he gives it a pump.

“Hold her legs,” he commands. Ushijima walks up to the two of you with his huge cock out and leaking, he wastes no time in grabbing one of your legs and pushing it up.

He lines his tip with your dry hole, “that’s enough foreplay, now,” he slowly truths inside, breaching past your cute cunt, splitting you into two. A burning pain flashes through you, slowly getting replaced by pleasure. Your tight cunt sucks up around his cock, salivating as he hits deeper and deeper. Sakusa gets tired of watching as he pushes his tips past your rim making you scream out. The intrusion is weird and unfamiliar, the deeper he goes the more evident it becomes. Sakusa decides to show you some mercy when he flicks down your little clit, pulsing with need. All of a sudden you start withering with pleasure, completely forgetting about the compromising position you are in.

“Fuck.” Ushijima mutters, your moans a melody to his ears. “Fuckin whore likes this,” Sakusa wanted you to shut up, your moans were turning him off. Sakusa felt he was close. Your walls hugging him snuggly, trying to milk him for all he’s worth but he doesn’t want to give up yet. There's an unspoken competition between the two men; whoever can last longer and his pride won’t let him loose. He holds himself together for a little longer, hoping for Ushijima to come before him.

“Don’t cum inside,” the green-haired man commands. He is close, his thrusts hit sloppy and uneven. He bits down on your neck as he shoots his thick, white load into your womb cumming with a loud grunt. Sakusa follows soon after, his length twitching he pulls it out of you. He jerks his cock over and cums all over your back.

He lets go of you, and you fall onto Ushijima, your boyfriend's strong arms wrapping around you to steady you up. “You should leave,” he suggests. He pulls his dick back into his pants and walks to the door, throwing a glance behind his shoulder; he sees Ushi stripping out his shirt and dressing you with him. He scoffs and turns around, feeling disgusted he can’t wait to go back to his own home and take a fucking shower. Even though he finally gets what he had wanted, he can’t help but feel unsatisfied. It would have been much better if it was just him and you minus the possessive freak, maybe….he can come again when Ushijima is not around….What’s the worst which could possibly happen?

[yanderesleepybutwriting]

Headcanons for: “Haikyuu!!”

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Small And Timid Darling

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Pairing: Wakatoshi x Reader  

Request: “Hey,I'm glad that requests are open because I've been dying for some nsfw headcanons T^T. I've been imagining yandere Ushijima with an easily intimidated smol and nervous reader, and is mad shit scared of this huge volleyball player and like trembles and flinches everytime he approaches her? How would he get her to be with him and how would he feel about her obvious restlessness around him? Also...... How would the sex be 😂😂😂 I'm here for that after all. - @dabiisdaddy​” Notes:  Ummm nsfw Ushijima? Yes please. Hope you like how it turned out! Heads up, yandere themes are ahead [18+, NSFW, Kidnapping, Choking, etc.] _____

+ Ushijima is a BIG man (In more ways than just his height but we’ll get to that later). Normal everyday people who pass him on the streets are intimidated by him, so of course you would be too. Especially when he’s just so much bigger than you

+ He knew you would be afraid of him when he first took you. He was your ‘kidnapper,’ after all. He expected you to be nervous. But not to this extent

+ You cower away if he so much as looks in your direction. Flinching when he goes to hand you something. Tearing up if his voice raises in anyway

+ He may not be the best when it comes too communicating and identifying emotions, but it didn’t take a genius to know that you were terrified of him

+ At first he was annoyed by it. Barely getting to be around you without you looking like you want to scurry away. But then he started noticing ways he could use that in his favor

+ For example, being able to hold you close, and whenever you tried squirming out of his grip, all he would have to do was send you a glare to make you sit still

+ And it worked

+You would have no choice but to just do what Ushijima said. There’s nowhere you can run too. All you could do was obey and prey no harm would come to you

+ Not that it would in the first place. Ushijima is never one to resort to violence. He may get angry, but even when he loses his cool, he’d never lay a hand on you

+ Ushijima is a gentle giant... except when it comes to the bedroom

+ But it’s not his fault that he’s packing, and it’s not like he tries to be rough, but sometimes he just gets so caught up in everything

+ The way you get shy and embarrassed the second his shirt comes off and try to avoid looking at him. The look of slight fear in your eyes whenever he slips his boxers off, giving you a clear view of just what you’re in for

+ (Consider yourself lucky if you’re still able to walk by tomorrow morning)

+ He’ll sit down, pulling you onto his lap and lining up the head of his cock with your entrance. Rubbing the tip around your juices to make sure it’s soaked, so it’s a little less painful for you

+ But the second he starts pushing in, your breath hitches. Teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you feel just how thick his head alone is. You let out a small whimper. Yeah, it may just be the tip, but fuck it’s painful

+ “U-ush... U-Ushi?” You whimper out. Voice sounding so soft and frail as tears begin pooling in your eyes. Damn your voice mixed with the pathetic look you’re giving him is making it so hard for him to hold back

+ “MhMm... what?” His deep voice rumbles against your chest. Almost making you lose confidence completely and just stay quiet.

+ “I-it hurts. I d-don’t think I ca-”

+ “You can.” 

+ He’ll hold your hips tightly, allowing you to ease yourself onto him at your own pace while he pushes down gently as well. He’ll go slow, but there’s no stopping. Not until he’s balls deep in your tight little pussy. Walls holding onto his dick so tight he has to give himself a second to calm down before he starts moving.

+ It’s also a good time for you to get adjusted as well. He’ll have you sit there cockwarming him while he offers words of praise

+ “I told you, you could.” He grumbles, “Next time I’ll try to prep you more, but I doubt it would make too much of a difference. You’re just so fucking tight.” 

+ (You being tight is really not the issue here. He’s just waayy too big)

+ He’ll gently slide your hair back, to give him a better view of your face. You only look down in embarrassment. “I’m gonna start moving now.”

+ “No, wait,” You begged, “I-I-m not rea-”

+ His hands snake their way around your neck. Long fingers applying slight pressure almost as a warning. Effectively stopping your breath as well as your words. “You’ll be fine. I’ll go slow.”

+ And he does... at first. But damn you’re just gripping him so tight, and the way your tits bounce with each thrust, and your moans of pain and pleasure hit his ears?? Yeah that slow pace doesn’t last long. And neither do you

+ He always makes sure you come more than once, despite the pain of nearly being torn in two

+ Plus after, when you’re sore and bruised, he’s the best nurse. He’ll help you shower. All while repeating praises of how good you did, and how proud he is that you managed to take all of him so well.

+ When you’re all dried up, he’ll give you his clothes to change into so they’re loose and more comfortable. Running his lips over your neck and collarbone while pulling your shirt down

+ He gets you water and will use his power of intimidation to make sure you drink all of it

+ “That’s not enough. You only took a sip. Drink more.”

+ “I’m a-actually not too thirs...ty.”

+ One small raise of the eyebrow and you’re downing the entire bottle. Ushijima knows just what to do to make you obey without having to lift a finger

+ Your timid attitude has made you the perfect, obedient darling

[solarisensun]

Skirts & Frills

Stepbro! Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader

Request by anon:  hii is it ok if i could get a ‘yandere/incest’ with ushiwaka pls? thank youu i love your writingg

- i have a feeling this anon is similar to the yandere miya twins req hahaha I throughly enjoyed writing this size kink (something about large men makes me feral) Also I decided to make this fic set in the summer to celebrate this season ;) Thanks for requesting! hope you enjoy this

WARNINGS : ‘incest’, size kink, ‘NSFW’, ‘smut’, a dash of yandere, + sadism if you squint hard, dom!Ushijima. All characters are aged up +18+

Ushijima Wakatoshi shows you the dire consequences of wearing a short skirt

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The summer of graduation was the very summer that changed everything.

The house was achingly empty in the blistering summer heat. Both your parents were conveniently absent, having already jetted off on a month-long vacation to the Bahamas to celebrate their anniversary together.

5 years since you’ve been introduced to the stoic ace as part of the family.

Even after all these years, there were moments when he seemed so….far off. Ushijima Wakatoshi was imposing enough, a certain, almost cruel, coolness that seemed to roll off him whenever the two of you spoke that prevented for any semblance of sibling bonding. It was crystal clear that he had not a single intention of breaking the thick ice between the two of you. You often harboured a sneaking suspicion that he (maybe) even hated you for barging so unexpectedly into his life. Ushijima had never warmed up from his stony demeanour despite your attempts, constantly parading around with that impassive nature of his.

This month-long break before college would be the longest that the two of you have been left alone together. The thought alone made your skin crawl with dread.

You flopped onto your bed, hissing in annoyance at the sweat that plasters your hair to your damp skin. It was annoying enough to share an empty house with him, even more so in this heat. The rhythmic thump of the ball draws you to the open window that you had left flung open in hopes of catching a hint of breeze in your room(no such luck).

There’s Ushijima, in all his shirtless glory, receiving a volleyball by himself in the backyard.

The sun was low, burning gold through the shrivelled trees and casting his long-distorted shadow on the ground before him. His back was facing you, backed by the light, Ushijima’s already intimidating stature seemed to be even broader, the ridges of his toned muscles rippling at each smooth motion when he crouches to dig the ball back up into the air.

Despite your annoyance, you couldn’t help the shameless admiration. It was wholly unfair for someone to be built like that. Like a carefully carved marble statue that had been given a breath of life. In such a strong light most people seemed to appear washed out, instead, Ushijima’s strong features were merely illuminated even further, making him appear starker, bolder. The light casts a faint glimmer off his sweating bronze skin, making him seem like some sort of glorious ancient being….playing volleyball in your backyard. You weren’t blind to his beauty, the number of girls whom have approached you in hopes of getting to know your brother better were endless. He was - in their minds- the very epitome of a dream boyfriend, sure, not the most expressive but his striking features and elite display of strength in volleyball matches (he was literally nicknamed ‘Japan’s cannon’ for God’s sake!) more than made up for it.

Sadly, you had seen  way too many crying girls fleeing from the house to know enough.

Ushijima Wakatoshi was an absolute slave to the court. Volleyball had been and always would be his number one priority.

Too absorbed in your thoughts, you don’t notice that said man has turned around to spot your small figure lounging at the window sill - basking under the rays. You are suddenly glad for the distance that that masks your embarrassing flush. Gosh, how long had he noticed you ogling? Sheepishly, you pull your head inwards like a turtle ducking back into its shell and lift your hand in an awkward wave.

To add to your mortification, Ushijima doesn’t wave back.

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You bump into him on your way out.

With his stupidly large stature taking up most of the door frame, it’s impossible to inch past him if you wanted to. He’s has a simple t shirt on now, the battered volleyball tucked in the crook of his arm and a damp towel hanging around his neck when Ushijima pauses on his way into the house, setting down the ball as he did so.

“Where are you going?” The first full sentence he has uttered to you this whole day. Olive eyes track from your face down to your half-worn socks before he looks up into your eyes again. He didn’t even bother hiding the once-over he’s giving you, though he remains as unreadable as ever, you are 100% certain Ushijima is disapproving of your outfit right now.

He was sort of a traditionalist. An odd little quirk of his that you had noticed. A mannered gentlemanly charm which was not the slightest bit modern but with a strange hint of the ancient world. One too many times you had caught his frown directed at your short skirts and dresses.

From the tone of his voice, you feel awfully a lot like a caught teenage girl sneaking out of the house, though you have every right to be going out even without his permission. “With a few of my friends, we are going to the movies.” You plaster on a smile to counteract his mood. He did not have a say in whatever you wished to wear.

“Oh,” He rumbles and you wait for him to move aside.

Ushijima doesn’t budge an inch. An unyielding marble statue.

“Um...?” Your voice trails off into awkward silence as you make a small helpless gesture, hoping that he would take the hint. Anxiously, you fiddle with the hem of your skirt. What should you do? Barge your way past him? He’s over 6 foot of pure solid muscle, it would be like running headfirst into a damned brick wall.

As if sensing your thoughts, he shifts to the side, allowing you just a silver of room to brush past him. Your skirt brushes against his thighs when you slide past, he’s feverishly hot. The dry heat radiating off his skin in rolling waves that licks at your skin through your clothes, as if he had brought part of the summer sun indoors with him.

Was it just you or did you hear a sharp intake of breath? You don’t have the courage to look up when you scurry through the door, entirely certain that his gaze alone would have the strength to pin you in place.

You are in the midst of fumbling over your shoelaces when Ushijima speaks again.

“Go change.”

His voice is an octave lower than usual.

The laces fall from your suddenly tense fingers at the words, with your back hunched over, you can’t tell how he looks like and you aren’t sure if you want to either. Immediately, you open your mouth, ready to shoot back a sharp retort at his strange request.

Anything your about to say dies down in your throat when you freeze mid-air.

You feel his presence barely a hairbreadth away. His sharp exhale of hot breath ruffling the baby hairs at the nape of your neck as his muscular arm (they are massive compared to yours) comes into side view and you straighten abruptly at the sudden proximity; out of surprise, stumbling backwards over your untied shoelaces.

Into his arms.

Your hands fly out to steady yourself against his wrists, he doesn’t even flinch when your nails dig into the flesh for support, his arms are now encircled snugly around your waist. Like a lover’s embrace. You are suddenly reminded of your ex, a strange sense of nostalgia when you recall how he would hold you in this exact way. Though there is something different about the way Toshi-nii is holding you, a sense of stronger security, like you would be untouchable, and…something else you can’t just place a finger on. His hands are just as big as every part of him, making you seem so dwarfishly small intertwined against his large chest with your dainty back pressed against him. It was an exhilarating thought that graced your delirious mind out of nowhere, how easily Ushijima could overpower you. He probably wouldn’t even break a sweat.

For some unknown reason, your throat is drying up.

“Careful there,” Ushijima says and his deep baritone voice vibrating from his body sends a sinfully pleasurable shiver down yours, breaking you out of your haze. You can feel his minty breath washing over the side of your face with each careful syllable, his lips would probably graze your cheek if he shifted any closer. With an awkward laugh, you take a large step away from him, cutting off the invisible strings that draws your treacherous body into his irresistible warmth.

No, no, no.

He’s your brother for god’s sake! An unfairly attractive, thick-headed, male that was your brother.

“Thanks,” you bite out. Hopefully, your face isn’t flushed bright red. Though it certainly feels like it’s on fire right now, your chest is tight with apprehension. Ushijima was as stoic as usual, his face seemed to be set in stone and you feel a sudden surge of strange disappointment at his impassive expression. Immediately, you shake the intruding thoughts away. What had you been expecting anyway?

The atmosphere suddenly seems stiflingly heavy, a sort of tension fills the room and you remember his earlier words that had been the cause of your mortifying fall. “What did you say earlier?” Your voice comes out much sharper than intended and you see his olive eyes narrow at the tone.

“You should change,” Ushijima casts a pointed look at your – admittedly shorter than usual skirt. He doesn’t offer any other explanation for his abrupt sentence and you nearly roll your eyes in exasperation. Of course he wouldn’t bother to further illustrate his statement.

“I’m late for my movie,” you ignore his words in favour of crouching down to tie your cursed laces. The earlier flutters of feelings for him had vanished, now almost entirely replaced by the familiar sense of annoyance at your brother. “I’ll see you later.”

Much to your surprise, Ushijima appears front to block your path in a single large step. Stupid long limbs. “You’re not going anywhere.” His eyebrows raise upwards at your frown, “Not until you change.” The amount of force behind the single word is terrifying. His voice remained unnervingly even despite the sudden change of atmosphere; Ushijima never raised his voice. Under his looming figure, you suddenly feel awfully a lot like a player in one of his volleyball conquests on the other side of the net.

But you’ve never been one to back down from a challenge.

You step forward, tilting your head back to meet his gaze and cocking a single brow upwards. “Move.”

Something in his eyes shift at your bold actions. Like your defiant act had flipped a hidden switch within him. Before you can react, a rough hand grips your chin, his thumb swiping across your bottom lip with just the slightest bit of pressure.

“I’ve given you so many chances.” Ushijima says, his voice is low and heavy, carrying the sheer force of a thunder in them and the sense of heat inside your body rekindles at the commanding tone. You would have asked what chances if it weren’t for his hand that hinders your speech. “It’s clear your mother had never taught you any proper manners.” Despite his harsh words, you can’t seem to bring yourself to care. Ushijima looks different now, a distorted mirror of your feelings burning like roaring flames in his eyes. The shackles of his perfect self-control shattering under the flames. Something much more primal taking over his entire being. Hunger.

The overwhelming rush of vulnerability rises again when he tightens his grip on your face, skimming his fingers across your cheek with careful gentleness, wary of how easily he could ruin you if he pressed just too much. It only serves to bring forth a wave of unwanted heat between your thighs. You bring your trembling legs together in an attempt to fight off the sensation, your pitiful expression still fixed on Ushijima’s darker one.

What happened to your earlier bravery?

“Your turned on.” He comments blankly and your expression morphs into one of bashful embarrassment at his straightforward words.

Before you can slip in anything snarky, Ushijima is angling his head down to kiss you, effectively silencing any further sounds. His lips capturing yours in a dominating battle that leaves you not a shred of room for victory. The moan you let loose at the sensation is mortifyingly loud, not that he seems to mind, further deepening the passionate kiss when he pulls your body effortlessly closer against the hard contours of his chest. His lips seemed to be the only part of him that was unbearably soft, a sweet taste blossoming in your mouth when his tongue invades yours.

Your fingers pull lightly at his hair and Ushijima lifts his lips off yours unwillingly to allow you room for air, bright eyes meeting his gaze. Ushijima looks……flushed, a word in your vocabulary you’d never thought to use when describing him. His cheeks blotched with high colour, lips slightly glossy from your saliva, his normally straight hair curling at the ends from the humid air and pupils blown wide with desire.

“It’s time I taught you some manners.” He growls against your lips, breaking your earlier thoughts, each word amplified by his hot breath fanning across your parted mouth and you whimper, clinging on the fabric of his shirt, balancing on the tips of your toes to reach his face. Where on earth did he learn to kiss like that? The type of breath-taking kiss that left your limbs numb and your head spinning deliriously.

You let out an involuntary squeak when your feet leave the ground in an upward motion, shoes falling loose to thud against the ground and the room seems to heave on its own axis when Ushijima clamps a firm hand over the back of your thighs to haul you over his broad shoulder with far too much ease for your liking. Your face is pressed onto his back and you can feel your skirt fly downwards when he strides to his room.

“Wha-what?” Any noise of surprise is barely able to leave you. It was a good reminder that Ushijima could be deceptively fast despite his heavy stature.

The journey to his room is completed in less than a few seconds and you are once again thrown across his lap. A commanding grip digging into your plush thighs prevents you from moving anywhere. You crane your neck upwards in an effort to meet his face. Being in such a vulnerable position seemed to accentuate his authorative power over you. His olive eyes rich and burning with such smouldering intensity despite the bright surroundings. Ushijima lets out a small groan when you look at him, a small noise that sets every inch of your skin on fire.

Thick fingers flip your flimsy skirt up, revealing your plump ass barely concealed by the frilly strings of your panties (in your defence, you didn’t want to get all sweaty on your inner thighs!). There is a brief moment of tense silence before his palm descends downwards in a sharp crack that fills the air.

“Ouch!” You squirm at the sudden contact, more out of surprise than pain, but there’s absolutely no room for leniency now that Ushijima has you in his lap. Exactly how things should have been right from the very start.

“Count.”

There is another slap and you yelp again. The pathetic sound is nearly muffled by the sound of his hit. And out of pure spite, you shake your head.

Ushijima delivers yet another loud smack on your ass before he speaks in that sinfully timbre tone that made your legs quiver. “You deserve to be punished, walking around in these?” Distaste colours his voice and you feel two digits scoop under the side of your panties when he pulls the fabric up, thumbing the silky material between his thumb and finger. The sudden hike of your panties pressing against your folds creates a friction – a maddening sensation that makes your toes curl as you feel your wetness leaking out your cunt to stain Ushijima’s pants.

The words tumble out your mouth before you can stop them.

“Then punish me nii-san.”

You aren’t sure what divine force had compelled you to say so, even more so in that way, the tone you only used for garnering attention (in bed), with the drawling lilting words and all. Be it the sexual frustration building in your core or the fact that none other than Ushijima Wakatoshi is spanking you. You decided that it was probably an unhealthy mixture of both.

It’s clear your words have an astounding effect on him because you feel something twitch underneath your stomach at the statement.

There is a long moment of thunderous silence that settles over the room, so silent that the only sound seemed to be Ushijima’s harsh breathing mingling with your softer ones. And you are rethinking life choices at this point when his large hand smooths over your reddening skin, a single palm of his easily cupping your whole ass.

Ushijima seems to ponder, squeezing your ass before you feel his hand travel underneath. His thumb? Rubbing at the damp spot on your panties in slow movements that has you whining. Immediately, you move, trying to force his finger into your needy cunt, the fleeting pleasure of his rubbing simply wasn’t enough for your stimulation.

You feel his hand clamp down on your thrashing figure, securing your position sprawled over his lap. A clear warning. The weight of his hand on you feels good, too good to be real. 

“Please,” You whine, trying to push your hips forward into his touch. The minimal brush of his fingers has your body left aching for more. You can hear the triumphant smile when he speaks, sharp eyes zeroing in on the flush on your cheeks. “Please what?” His raspy voice makes your cunt clench.

“To-touch me,” your voice is broken with pure need, without warning, there is the faint sound of fabric being ripped open. The only warning you get is the slight brush of his fingertips against your now exposed folds, spreading them open before there is the foreign sensation of his middle finger sliding into your cunt. You jolt, both shock and pleasure surging through your limbs at the sudden stretch when Ushijima finally indulges in your desires.

You can only whimper as Ushijima slides his finger out, only to push it back in with an excoriating pace - aided by your wetness, that has your pelvis bucking downwards in a desperate attempt to feel his finger again. After a few experimental thrusts, Ushijima quickens his touches. The heel of his palm making sure to press down snugly on your puffy clit each time he enters your now soaking cunt.

The frustration of your pleasure is only amplified by his grip on your quivering body. He’s holding your legs open, left utterly vulnerable to his continuous assaults. For some unknown reason, the sense of helplessness only makes your cunt clench tightly around him. Your dripping now, certain that there is a dark patch of wetness on his thigh. Ushijima doesn’t seem to mind, still driving his finger into you in a senseless pace that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

His fingers are just so ridiculously thick. And rough. And long, reaching the depths of your cunt that you hadn’t imagined was possible. And the stretch, if this was his finger, buried knuckles deep in your heat, how would his cock be?

Suddenly, there is a second finger, Ushijima is scissoring you so unexpectedly that it makes your head spin. He’s spreading your folds open and drawing out a high needy whine from your lips. “Ahh,ah, Toshi-nii wait.” You squeak. Ushijima doesn’t respond to your keen, instead choosing to curl his fingers in you, the edges of his fingertips brushing at that spongy spot in your pussy, causing your thighs to tremble at the wet friction and your toes curl into the soft bed at the sensation when he repeats the motion.

Finally, you feel it, a familiar coil of pleasure unwinding itself in your stomach. You can’t seem to think of anything else other than your brother’s fingers squelching against your walls when you tremble at the electric tingle of pleasure washing over your tensed body, mouth open in a wordless cry. Satisfied at your climax, Ushijima draws his finger out as you pant through your post orgasmic haze, the side of your cheek pressed against his blankets.

“We are not done,” Ushijima’s slicked fingers nearly slide off your smooth skin when he grips your waist, too slippery with your arousal, pulling off the ruined panties to the floor as he props you upright, like handling a doll to his liking.

With your now upright position, you feel it, the hard bulge pressing right against your naked sex. Even on his lap, your feet spread almost achingly apart at the sides of his thighs, you are nearly a whole head shorter than his seated figure.

Ushijima seems to enjoy this, your frail small figure pressed flushed against his prominent erection. “Get up.” He rumbles and you comply, all trace of your pride had vanished. You’ve lived with him long enough to recognize the faint signs of impatience in him, how badly he wants you.

Too impatient to remove his pants fully, he shuffles them down just enough to free his cock. Its unfairly large, so thick and flashing an angry red at the very tip. Precum leaks out and you can see a handful of veins that would be sure to drag against your walls the moment his cock was inside,

You bite your lip at the sight, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth, now suddenly aware of how he had made sure you came first, getting you wet enough to handle him. Maybe.

“Go on then,” Ushijima’s hands travelled down to rest at your hips lightly. You splutter at his nonchalant words. “Wha-what?”

“Fuck yourself then, I thought you wanted this?” he replies, the only betrayal of his anticipation is the slightest hitch of his breathing and the darkening focus of his eyes. You whimper at his words. You want to. Bare thighs pressing together when you meet his unwavering gaze. Ushijima is looking down on you, not a trace of pity lingering in his face. Like a tiger stalking its prey.

Shakily, you lift your hips upwards. This was different, never in your life had you ridden a guy, much less one this big. Sure, you’d seen pornos and it looked fun, with the over exaggerated moans and moves, but now… faced with such dilemma, you aren’t sure if fun is the right word anymore. Combined with the fact that your about to fuck Toshi-nii – there’s the blatant issue that the two of you share the same family name. It only adds to the already long list of why you shouldn’t be doing this.

You do it anyway.

Just the act of brushing the tip of his cock against your glistening folds sends your already sensitive nerves haywire before you are nudging the cockhead into you as slowly as possible. Resisting the urge to cave in, he would impale you if you did that. Your head falls forward to rest at the crook of his shoulder when the tip of his shaft slides into you, already stretching you impossibly wide. Burning pain surges through and you force yourself to relax against the intrusion.

It hurts. Not terribly so, but enough that you let out a yelp of pain when his cock rocks deeper.

“I can’t” you cry out, fingers scrabbling weakly against his chest when your knees shudder, threatening to give out at the feeling of his thick cock in your tight little cunt. You shouldn’t crave it, shouldn’t shiver at the feeling of just the head pulsing in your velvety walls. “Please nii-san, it’s too-uhhn- big.” You sob, tears beginning to form at the corners of your eyes, entirely certain that anymore of his cock would literally split you in half.

Ushijima cracks a rare sadistic smile at your flushed face, a smile forged out of dark nights and midnight stars. You cursed his iron resilience. “You’ll fit.” His hand abandons your hips to tweak at your nipples from the shirt. “You want to wear that skirt all the time? This is your punishment.” He growls, yanking your shirt off to have better access. “I’ve waited a long time for this moment.”

Suddenly, a thought crosses your mind. The constant lingering glances at your skirt, his avoiding of your presence. He didn’t hate you. “That’s right,” Ushijima voices your answers. “It’s only my duty to teach you some obedience, nothing more. Now,” He gives you a pointed look at your position, still poised over his cock with your skirt on. He seemed to get a sick kick out of it, watching your teary face scrunch up as you struggled to force yourself down on a cock that’s far too big for you. Your tight little cunt wrapped around his cock occasionally flashing to his view as the skirt flounces upwards. It’s the power imbalance that has his dominant tendencies flare sky high at the sight of his adorable sister trying her pathetic best to accommodate him.

A part of him wants to help you. But you look so darned cute this way, especially with your small hands braced against his chest and the needy look in your glossed over eyes that he has been dreaming about for so long.

Ushijima Wakatoshi always had a penchant for small, delicate things.

You deserved it after all. Always teasing him like a little slut in those short skirts and frilly thongs he saw in the washing machine. That supple body running around the house as soon as he left his room. He’d always known you were small, but now, with your hands braced in an effort to fit him, the size of your tiny cunt trying oh so desperately to stuff another painful inch of his cock makes him groan. Ushijima isn’t even halfway inside yet, but there you are, squealing and the feeling of your cunt fluttering like a vice around his cock has him focusing on not cumming too fast.

The urge to surge forward and bury his cock into your tight heat tugs at the edge of his brain. But Ushijima had always been a patient man. He had held himself back all these years, hearing some loser take your virginity in the adjourning wall, your breathy sighs of pleasure touching yourself bleeding into the thin wall as he fists his own cock to the rhythm of your climax, imagining that he’s shoving his cock in your open mouth. What more was a few measly seconds if it meant he could see your pretty face up close?

“Please, nii-san.” You beg again, and a part of his façade shatters at the way your voice is ringing across the room, yet so small at the same time, especially when he sees you struggling to hold back the onslaught of frustrated tears. “I-I’m trying.”

“Really?” He asks condescendingly, a trace of mirth in the corner of his eyes and his hands stroked a languid slide down the sides of your body. Without warning, he sheaths you down onto his cock and you let out a small cry at the intrusion.

Finally, he was fully inside. Ushijima’s hands waver just the slightest bit when your perky ass meets his thighs as you sink down, struggling to speak in coherent sentences. “That’s it-ngh-fuck, your tight, so fucking tight.”  It’s because he’s too big.With the way your clenching around him, as if you were going to milk him dry, it’s hard to focus on his earlier plans of wanting to torture you as much as possible.

“Nii-san, please, please, please.” you sobbed desperately, looping your arms around his neck as you grinded down on his cock, trying to ease the ache. Ushijima’s stoic silence was all the answer you needed.

With a little whimper at the back of your throat, you forced yourself to raise your hips upwards until only the tip remained before pushing down in a single painful yet pleasurable motion that has you panting in effort, the sweat rolling down your skin has to be from this, definitely not the summer heat. “I want to be your good girl, please, Toshi-nii”

Your lolling head shoots upwards when Ushijima smacks your ass at the words. You bite your lip and flush, shame washing over your body at your willing actions. How you want him to wreck you, for him to manhandle you to his desires. You are a complete mess now, just barely able to lift yourself off his cock to drop back down again, unbidden moans spilling out your mouth and heart hammering like a hummingbird against your ribs as your head spins from the feeling of his stiff, warm cockhead brushing against your g-spot.

You flop forward into his chest, vaguely aware of Ushijima’s laboured breathing and the rapid rise and fall of his broad chest. Your eyelids are fluttering shut when he bucks his hips up and his cock sinks so smoothly into your cunt until you can feel him pressing dangerously against your cervix. He’s pushing even deeper, sending another shock of heat into your unprepared body.

Ushijima had taken over the reins of control.

The feral side of him emerging from the shadows. The endless times he had held back from bending you over to fuck you senseless? He was going to take his cold revenge now and there was nothing from holding him back.

Everything seems to go blank. Hot white exploding across your vision as you let out a sharp cry, hands tightening around the back of his neck when he thrusts up again. He doesn’t bother letting your catch a breath, muscular arms guiding your limp body to match the tempo of his hips as you bounce – Ushijima bounces you on his monster cock.

You bury your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the faint scent of sweat and cologne as the deafening sounds of skin slapping skin fills the room each time Ushijima drills into your hole so obscenely loud that it – quite literally, drowns out everything else. He’s rubbing up against that irresistible spot in your cunt so damned quickly that you can see an array of white stars erupt across your blurry vision each time he snaps his hips up and you feel his cock re-enter your hole. You’ve never felt so full in your entire life. Your fingernails dig into his shoulders, but whereas his were kept trimmed short for volleyball - yours were sharp, prettily manicured, and Ushijima lets loose a low hiss as the pain.

“I-ngh have to do all the work here,” Ushijima growls, a drop of sweat from his bulging arms drips down to yours. He’s fucking you with such ferocity, as if he was going to carve a path in your cunt just for his cock alone. Everything pales in comparison to the feeling of your walls clenching around his cock. You let out a strangled sound in response. His fingers dig into your waist when he readjusts his sweaty grip in a way that’s sure to leave a scatter of bruise marks later.

The brutal pace he sets is overwhelming and a string of incoherent words bubble out your mouth- anything to redirect the sheer tension of the way he’s repeatedly slamming you down onto his cock each time he lifts you up into the air. “I’m sorry nii-san, aah,ahh, I won’t be bad again.”

“This pussy belongs to me now. Mine.” He flips the skirt up whilst he speaks, pinning it against your stomach to get an undeterred view of the connection between the two of your bodies. A primal sound left him at the sight, your cunt sucking up his thick cock and the fluids dripping down your thighs. His fingertips dig further into your hips, turning the flesh white with tension but still igniting a spark of thrill when Ushijima shoves his cock roughly upwards, as if he was dying to bury his cock into you.

You’d always known he would be brutal, but this was far more intense than you had expected. Nobody had ever fucked you like this, not with the way he’s practically rearranging your guts with each push of his strong hips. Or maybe because its Toshi-nii. Someone totally out of reach, forbidden. A taste of tantalizing prohibition that leaves you craving for more.

“Yes, Toshi-nii, only yours.” You nod your head fervently, accidentally knocking the top of your head against the bottom of his chin, your eyes locking with Ushijima’s for a moment and the fierce possessiveness burning in them only makes you get impossibly wetter. You can feel yourself sucking tighter on Ushijima’s cock whilst he snarls at the feeling, an indication that your awfully close. “Nii-san, fas-faster, fuck me harder, please, please, please.” You are begging, whining, sounding like a brat begging for cock, but at this point? You are past caring.

Vaguely, you are sure that your blabbering words carry a certain weight to them. A promise that you would never be able to take back.

Ushijima groans at your words, complying immediately “Fuck, I’ve wanted this for so long, wanted to fuck you even since -ngh- you wore that stupid fucking ahh skirt” He utters a rare curse and dimly, you hear the bed creak under his weight. Fuck, fuck - oh god, your eyes are rolling to the back of your head at how hard Ushijima is pounding you with his cock, utilizing every part of his trained muscles and you can feel each inch pressing into your g-spot, curving and pulsing, practically threatening to split you open when his cock pushes your seeping fluids back into your pussy as he fucks you.

You are left to his mercy; the familiar sense of your jangling nerves being pushed to the limit. You’re gripping him in you when you cum, mewling Toshi-nii like a mantra and the waves of pleasure crash onto your trembling body, you are sure that you cum so hard that your blurred vision seems to black out for a second.

Ushijima is spewing a spout of profanities when you cum, becoming even tighter than he thought was even possible. Your cunt still clenching on his cock so hard that he really has to make extra effort to pull his cock out of your warm heat in rapid jerks, forcing himself to increase the pace until whatever pretence of restraint is gone and he’s chasing his own climax by the intensity of the way he’s jackhammering into your battered hole with full force in equal parts of pain and pleasure. Not seeming to care that you are still recovering from the aftermath of your earlier climax. Each brush of his cock in your cunt makes your eyes screw shut at the overwhelming sensation.

It’s too much, just too much.

You feel the euphoric pleasure in you explode even further as your oversensitive cunt sucks greedily on his cumming cock – trapping him in, the thick strands of cum washing a warm path in your abused hole and leaking out to stain your skirt when Ushijima shivers underneath you.

Oh, gosh. You are faintly surprised that you are even able to think straight.

The two of you are silent as you lean against his chest, trying to catch your stuttered breaths.

Utterly spent, you can’t even lift yourself off his cock, instead allowing Ushijima to – as he said—do all the work.  He’s surprisingly gentle now, cradling your dazed body against his, rubbing comforting circles on your bare back to calm your thundering heartbeat whilst he peels the skirt down to the floor. You can feel every inch of his veins rubbing against your walls when he slides out in trailing white strings, making your still sensitive pussy clench pitifully around empty air.

With a tired sigh, you reach upwards to give Ushijima a small peck on the lips. It’s then you see something close to surprise flash across his face at your display of affection but he makes no move to stop you from nuzzling your face into his chest. “Can I still wear my skirts?” You whisper breathlessly, an inkling of your defiance seeping into you again. His deep frown makes your lips curve upwards.

“No,” Ushijima cradles your body close, making sure he’s supporting your whole body when he carries you to the bathroom. “I’ll punish you if you wear those again.” His firm promise clash horribly with his gentle actions.

Would that be so bad? Submitting to him?

You pause for a moment, trying to choose a suitable comeback. You can’t seem to find one, thus settling for a slight nod of your head as you settle for another needy kiss again. Pulling his massive height down to meet your lips, instinctively rolling your hips into his length as you run your fingers through his hair. Oh, you can feel Ushijima’s cock twitch to life when you give another experimental roll.

“Stop,” Ushijima murmurs lowly between kisses, struggling to control his breathing, and you get a quick rush of exhilarating power, to be able to provoke such a response from him. Ushijima is surveying you with those dark eyes, one hand propped on the tiled bathroom wall behind you to avoid crushing you with his weight. “I can’t hold myself back.”

You smirk, rubbing against his heat again, partly spurred on by his response. The memories of the jaw droppingly pleasurable sex still fresh on your mind. Though you were pretty sure that you wouldn’t be able to walk straight tomorrow. Not if he battered you again.

“I don’t want you to.”

The snarl that rumbled his chest sounded more at home in the throat of a wolf than human.

He takes you in the shower that night. Propping you against the marble walls with both your legs over his shoulder, your water slicked palms seeking for purchase on the smooth surface and his finger rubbing relentlessly against your clit as you cried out your second gratifying orgasm.

You both greeted your parents’ home in 2 weeks, his cum still leaking down your panties, the taste of the forbidden taboo lingering on your lips when you kiss your mother on the cheek and Ushijima pulls her in an unexpected hug.

Your smile falters just a tiny bit when she makes an unknowing comment about how close the two of you seem now. The countless hours you spent in Toshi-nii’s room ranging to the outings he brings you along during his precious free times from national trainings. The full twisted truth of both your actions dawn upon you the instant you hear her words, like a gaping pit at your feet that beckons to swallow you whole in its abyss.

What would the next blazing summer bring?

Masterlist / Tip Jar

[obscureamor]

dear manager

❥ tendou satori x fem! reader

❥ TW// alluded nsfw, nonconsensual touching, slapping, dacryphilia; sexual arousal from seeing tears

» request// “could i please make a request where shirabu or tendou is a yandere for their manager? but then find out they’re already dating someone and they kinda go apeshit. i’m in love with your writing!”

» A/N a-apeshit? this isn’t as apeshit as i wanted to make it lmao, but i still had fun writing it! thank you so much!! <3 also, tendou feat. mr. semisemi because i couldn’t resist.

✧ this is for @seeuonadarknite​ ! thank you for all your help w/ the banner and for beta-reading the fic! <3!!

The sounds of the basket being hit rattled through the gym as volleyballs were being thrown into it. The wheels of the cart squeaked as you rolled it into the storage closet. It was only Tendou and you in the gym. He volunteered to help you clean up after you said you’d handle it so everyone else could go home early. Semi was reluctant to leave you alone with him, for reasons unknown to you, but he couldn’t make that big of a deal. Unless he wanted the whole team to know you two were together. 

Tendou seemed oddly quiet the whole time. He didn’t even sing those jingles he normally did nor did he converse with Ushiwaka, opting to just focus on practicing. 

You placed your bag and phone down on the ground before speaking, voice cutting through the silence, “Is there something on your mind?”

You both stood in the storage closet. The door closed after you, the only light that was coming in was through the gap in the doors. This honestly wasn’t like him. You were so worried. This was, in a way, your teammate and if you couldn’t even help him out with something that was so clearly eating at him then what good were you? 

“Tendou...” you stood in front of him to try and make some sort of eye contact to show that you were here and willing to help. “I’m your manager, which means I care about you guys. If there’s anything I can do, please let me know.”

He was still silent as you finally made eye contact, so you continued on, “This isn’t like you. You didn’t even talk to Ushiwaka today and normally you have a lot to say to him.” You chuckled. “So if you could just—“

“Break up with him.”

Were you hearing him correctly?

“Hm?” 

“Semi. Break up with Semi.”

Your eyes widened. “What? W-We’re not together s-so I don’t—“

“That’s a lie,” he paused and when you didn’t respond he continued, “I saw you two in the hallway. Don’t you think it’s kind of indecent to be groping each other so heavily at school?”

He snickered before stepping closer to you. 

You took a step back. 

“You need to break up with him.”

“Why?”

“Isn’t it obvious? He’s not good enough for my dear manager.” 

You hated this feeling that you were experiencing. You could feel your grasp on the situation slowly slipping. 

“You don’t know that. That’s not true at all... he’s a really great person. You know this. He’s your—” ‘friend’ you wanted to say but stopped once you saw him grit his teeth. You took a deep breath, trying the best you could to de-escalate the situation. “Tendou... we should really get going. It’s getting late. I’m sure we can talk about this some other time, but for now, we both need to get home and get some rest.” Your voice was wobbly. You felt like you could burst into tears at any moment. 

Truth be told you were always afraid of him, but how could you say something? How would you even bring such a conversation up with your boyfriend? Tendou’s eyes always seemed to linger on you a little longer. His hand on your back would be a little lower, way too low for someone who you weren’t in a relationship with. It seemed like he had a knack for making his presence known to you. He also had a thing for startling you. It would make the team laugh because who knew their little manager was so jumpy? And Semi would always scowl at it, but he couldn’t show too much concern because no one knew about you two or at least you thought no one knew. 

Tendou started smiling. It was an off smile, crooked. Something that made you want to throw up. Something that made you want to crawl into a hole and never come back out. The way he looked at you did nothing to calm you down. It seemed like this was all a joke to him.

“Tendou... you’re— you’re scaring me.”

The way your lower lip trembled and the tears that escaped your eyes made him sigh. Has Semi ever witnessed you in such a pure state? Has he ever seen the pure unadulterated fear in your eyes? At least Satori could say he’s experienced the one thing he hasn’t. 

You didn’t do anything as he walked towards you, only taking steps back until your back met the wall. Your hands shook at your sides. He was so much taller than you and stronger too. If he wanted to overpower you, he could. His cold hands came to rest on your cheeks making you flinch.

“You know I’ve been interested in you way longer than Semisemi has.” The way his eyes drank in your form made you squirm, but his grip on your face was tight. “I honestly think I’m the one who brought his attention to you, so do me a favor and let me do what I want. I think I need payback for playing unintentional matchmaker.”

You placed your hands on his wrists, trying to coax him to let go, “P-Please you don’t need to do this...”

He pressed his lips against yours harshly. It was hungry, almost as if he was going to eat you whole… almost as if he was waiting for this the whole time. One of the hands that were on your face went down to cup your heat, fingers stroking your covered pussy. 

“Why does Semi get to touch my dear manager like this and I can’t?” 

When you tried to retort back Tendou shoved his tongue into your mouth and you did what your reflexes told you to.

You bit him. 

It wasn’t enough to make him bleed but just enough to feel it. Tendou pulled back to stare at you for a minute. His face didn’t give away anything but the sharp look in his eyes told you he was less than pleased. 

“T-Tendou I’m so—”

You were cut off as he lifted his hand swiftly and slapped you across the face, your head snapping to the side. The feeling of the stinging, burning sensation on your skin made the tears fall faster. His hand-rooted into your hair, nails digging deep enough to cut into your scalp as he moved you to look at him. 

“Are you going to do that again?”

When you didn’t respond he gripped your hair tighter. 

“Are you going to do that again?”

“No! No, I’m not! Please I— my hair—!”

His lips were back on yours and now you knew this time to just take it. You sobbed against his mouth, his cold hands moving under your uniform to paw at your tits. Tendou pulled away and his fat tongue started licking at your tears, the stupid grin on his face appearing once again. It made you cringe. You felt disgusting, would Eita even want you after this? 

“You’re making me hard with all this crying,” he groaned against your cheek. 

When he returned to your mouth he sucked on your tongue, the flush of your face, and the way you panted against him made him want to take you to the main attraction. Tendou placed his hands on your shoulders, pushing down. 

“Tendou please...” you shook your head as you pushed at his hands. “I don’t want this... please don’t do this to me!”

He wrestled you onto the floor, straddling your thighs as he ripped through your shirt, the buttons keeping it together flying off. 

Tendou was pulling your bra off, tits meeting the cold air of the storage closet as a noise cut through the air. It’s light reflected onto the ceiling, making the both of your heads snap towards the object. 

Your phone was ringing...

“Eitaaaa σ(≧ε≦σ)♡”

The cute little display picture popped up, making you sob even louder.

[kozumebunny]

haikyuu general masterlist

last updated: July 5, 2022

Best Mustang 

>smut, Atsuhina fic

Haikyuu boys + trouble in paradise 

>ushiwaka, kenma, kuroo, hinata, miya twins, kita, sakusa, akaashi, and tsukishima

Pretty Setter Squad x Reader 

 >all setters minus atsumu, shirabu, and kageyama

 Pretty setter squad v2 

>akaashi, kenma, and kageyama

Haikyuu boys + Brain Cell Moment

 >tsukishima, tanaka, kita, oikawa, bokuto, akaashi, and second hand embarrassment 

Ushijima + Kuroo with a short s/o

 >headcanons 

Arranged Marriage with Miya Twins (separate)

 >implied smut, atsumu being a dick, some osamu fluff 

Maid for us

>blurb, yandere themes, inarizaki x reader, tw: non-con, drugging. Do not read its a dark fic.  

poly kuroken gn reader

>containing: poly kuroken, hinted nsfw, gender neutral s/o

Seijoh + Shiratorizawa + Maid Dress

>They're in a maid dress and here to cause problems!

Karasuno Boys + Maid Dress

>Maid dress head canons

Wearing a captains jersey

>Ushijima, Kuroo, Oikawa, Bokuto, Daichi, and Kita

Nekoma + Inarizaki + The Maid Dress 

>headcanons, sexual stuff

[yandere-sins]

Rules: Post the file names of all of the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous the name. Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Send me an ask with the title(s) that intrigue you the most and I will tell you something about it! Tagged by: @fire-emblem-drabbles (Thank you for thinking of me ♥♥♥)

For yandere specific I only have The Fox Village (2 more chapters) & It’s tough to be a god (1 more chapter) open at the moment, and those you guys probably know xD

Otherwise, WIPS I still have open... God, all these WIPS are so... abandoned already lol Imma sort them by fandom

[UshiTen] HQ Prompts Helping Hand (OsaAka) Ushiwaka Tendou thingi

BnHA Christmas Prompts BnHA Halloween Prompts BnHA x Reader Vampire AU High-Time Chaser Dirty Quirks - Doubleganger!Aizawa Lemon

Drabbles

Hold my hand Love like yours Midas - Lucio x Reader My Jolly Sailor Bold - Part 1 The Arcana Naughty

Inquisitor Talk

Sethleth ideas?

Yakuza!MC x Soryu Oh Alternative Story Headcanons

The ugly water grave

By the love of god, I do not have enough people to name one for every prompt lol Let’s see, so if you want to do them, no pressure tho:

@cutelittlevamp @cutesuki--bakugou @feedmestraycats @darlingyanderes

& anyone who wants to do this yourself! I “tagged” you (;

[thisisthehardestthing]

Masterlist

bold/italic is nsfw

EVENT MASTERLISTS

1K EVENT - HOROSCOPES

500 FOLLOWER EVENT

BNHA

Multi-Chapter Fics:

This Is The Hardest Thing Full Masterlist (paused)

BAKUGO KATSUKI

“I’m not materialistic. I like being happy and having lots of sex.” (edging)

SHINSŌ HITOSHI

Foreplay - Shinsou x fem!Reader

Purple Pill - Shinsou x fem!reader (drug use, orgasm denial)

“I think I’m in love with you.” -500 follower event

TODOROKI SHOTO

TODOROKI - Shoto x fem!reader (noncon, abuse, graphic violence)

HAWKS

Between Heaven and Hell - Hawks x fem!reader x Dabi (drug use)

DABI

Habits - Dabi x fem!reader

Jealousy - Dabi x fem!reader (anal, rough sex)

“You’re so beautiful. I want to see you cry.” (nsfw, anal, noncon, sensory deprivation)

MIRIO TOGATA

Recurrance - Mirio x fem!reader

YAGI TOSHINORI

The Gift - Small Might x fem!reader

TENYA IIDA

“I’m going to marry you one day.”

AIZAWA SHOTA

“Break my heart one more time, I dare you.” (nsfw, angst)

MIDORIYA IZUKU

“I’m not coming home, don’t look for me.” (angst)

KIRISHIMA EIJIRO

“This is new.” (dd/lg, size kink)

SERO HANTA

Waxed (birthday) (restraints, slight pain play because you get waxed)

GIRAN 

Casting Couch (blowjob)

HAIKYUU

TANAKA

TOCKA - Tanaka x fem!reader - Mafia AU (glossary) | part 2

Vocal - Tanaka x fem!reader

Unwrapped - Tanaka x fem!reader 

4 Months (public+unprotected sex)

Get Off My Foot (drabble -slight NSFW)

Jealous (thirst) Victoria’s Secret (thirst) Lap Dance (thirst, + Kyoutani)

TENDŌ

Gold - Tendō x fem!reader (yandere-ish, virgin reader)

OIKAWA

Signs - Oikawa x deaf fem!reader

KAGEYAMA

“I’m So Lucky” (nsfw implied)

TSUKISHIMA

“I hope you’re happy.” (angst)

SUGAWARA

“Don’t fucking touch what is not yours.” (d/s, overstim, restraints)

USHIWAKA

“I know you’re working, but can I come over?” (nsfw implied)

KUROO

“Stomach bug?” “No, morning sickness.”

UKAI

“You’ve never been loved before, I can tell.” (alcohol, nsfw)

KYOUTANI MADDOG

Green (toxic)

ATTACK ON TITAN

ERWIN SMITH

“What made you think I ever cared for you?” (angst)

Not Fandom

Quarantine Nights

On Edge

[captaindarkchocolatesstuff]

Yandere Witch! Tooru Oikawa x Lesser Witch! Reader

[Warnings: Does shoving a bloody rose petal into someone’s mouth count as a warning? Idk, one vry jealous Oikawa]

To be an all-powerful witch also meant being a well-known one. It came with the title of “Grand Witch”.

Though Tooru couldn’t help but hold a distaste towards two other witches, one in the same ranking as himself (maybe even higher) and one still learning to grasp their potential. 

Then he met you, a witch with no coven or any sort of special magic that made you unique, in fact, you were pretty weak for a witch. You could only shapeshift into a single animal (a bunny), and the only spell you ever used was summoning a gust of wind that couldn’t even push an averaged weighted person down since your mana was pretty low. Yet you were comfortable being the way you were with your only talent of making various positions and somehow gathering the company of animals.

To Tooru, it felt like you were meant to meet each other somehow. He was crowded outside the mansion where a meeting of all witch covens took place, most were young women surrounding him and the majority were witch apprentices or novice witches themselves, with a few masterful witches here and there.

He felt his patience running low until you came through the crowd, shoving your way through to get to the mansion and unknowingly shoving him aside, to say he was surprised was an understatement. 

The witches screeched at you, “Hey! What’s the big idea! How dare you shove a great Grand Witch like Oikawa away like that!”

You turned to look at them with a scowl and raised a brow, “Oi-what now? Hmph”, your eyes land on him as soon as he moves to readjust himself from your abrupt shove.

“I’m Oikawa, Oikawa Tooru the great Grand Witch of the Aoba Johsai coven Ms….”, Tooru trails off as he waits for your introduction after revealing himself.

Instead, he is met with your indifferent shrug and curt greeting, “(L/n) (Y/n), the covenless witch…”, you then snapped your attention to the surrounding witches, “as for you lot I say you scram, you’re bothering the others that are trying to get in the mansion, your behavior is awfully rude and bothersome to the witches that came here to get what they need”, you huff before entering the estate and slamming the door shut on their faces before they could say anything.

While many of the ladies were huffing and pouting about your brief entrance and hasty exit, Tooru stood there as if in a trance, drawn to your being as you tried to distance yourself from other witches.

That was how he was able to learn your level without having to creep about, because of his persistence you reluctantly let the Grand Witch intrude on your life and daily business. Tooru admits that while your magic as a witch was very weak (almost… pathetic to put it nicely), your skills as a potion maker were exceptional, it surpassed that of the Grand Ushiwaka and other grand witches, himself included.

And that is what bothered him, he hated the Grand Ushiwaka enough as it is but for that witch to have a developing interest in you...made him loath the grand witch. He found you first, he spent more time with you than he did, so it was only right that he should have all of your attention.      

“Oikawa, please remove your presence from within my area, you’re distracting me”, you bluntly state.

“Uwah! (Y/n), I thought we built something special!!”, he pouts as he leaned his body against your own.

Grunting at the action you stomp your foot on his making him yowl in pain as you shove him away from you as you glared down at him, “It was more like you kept intruding on my daily activities, now leave me be I have a potion that I am working on”

“So cruel (Y/n)! Eh- wait what potion are you working on anyway?”, Tooru stands before peering over your shoulder.

“A love potion, a woman from a nearby town wouldn’t stop pestering me about her love life and begged me to make her something so she can receive the love of a man she has her eyes for, to make her stop I decided to do just that”, you dully explain as you huff. 

Tooru blinked, “Love...potion?”, he said out loud, more so to himself rather than to you. It suddenly clicked in Tooru’s mind that maybe he could use that same potion or something stronger.

When you looked back at the grand high witch, you saw him lost in thought his eyes glazed over before snapping his attention to you, he smiled before straightening up and bowing suddenly, “Ah~ I just remembered I had something to do, I’ll see you around some other time my little witch~!”, he purred before taking his leave.

You stared at his back as he left before sighing and getting back to work, but you couldn’t help that tingling feeling that something was amiss.

What clicked in Tooru’s mind was a spell, potions were never long-lasting and it is likely that any potions that he would make would not work on you since you were more resistant, but spells on the other hand could last an eternity. You were not resistant to spell casting, it was merely the potions that you made that you gave yourself that made you a little bit resistant to weaker spells.

So Tooru searched his coven estate’s library, making sure that no one would disturb his search, but as time passed his patience began to chip away, with a growl, Tooru shoved the book in his hands back into the shelf so harshly a book fell beside him. Now on most occasions, he would shrug it off but the dusty cover certainly held his attention, with a contemplative hum Tooru picked it up before dusting it off.

As he opened it he lifted a curious brow at the spells that were there, they were complex but not difficult to do, as he turned the pages he couldn’t help but be fascinated with the many spells that were long forgotten. With more enthusiasm, he flipped page after page to find what he searched for until finally, he found it.

With a breathless laugh and growing grin, he spoke, “Now… let’s get to work”.

~~~

You took Tooru’s absence as a chance to catch up with all the things you missed, like hanging out with your friends and setting up events that required your attention. 

As you put some books away you hear someone call out to you, “(L/n)”.

Turning you see the Grand witch of Shiratorizawa, with a hum you briefly sigh, “Ushijima, what can I do for you?”, you ask as you go back to shelving the books.

“I was… I was wondering if you could assist me in making a certain potion”, he says, making you pause, raising a brow, you look over your shoulder, “What Kind of potion exactly?”, you ask.

“One able to reverse a spell that turns an individual into an animal”, he states, you suddenly grin at the familiar request.

“I’m assuming that Goshiki turned himself into an animal again, didn’t he”, you chuckle as you turned towards the witch, a knowing grin on your face as Wakatoshi gave you his usual blank stare before his eyes darted to the side.

“Yes, he still has trouble with his spells, yet his potion crafting has been improving”, he says. “Of course it has, I’ve been tutoring him whenever he came to me with his problems, now here”, you say as you reach into the pouch tied to your belt and bring out a peach vial.

The Grand witch took it as he looked at you with narrowed eyes, if you didn’t know how to read the man you would’ve thought he was glaring at you, so you smiled, “It’s to reverse him back to his humane state, I always have one on me knowing how the newer witches get”.

Wakatoshi nodded before giving you one last glance, “Would you mind teaching me sometime in the future”, he asked.

You blinked before smiling, “I wouldn’t mind”, with that he was gone, his behavior never failed to amuse you.

Then you felt arms wrap around you, “You know I hate it when you’re around Ushiwaka (Y/n), are you trying to make me jealous?”, Tooru’s voice hummed in your ear. Yet you couldn’t help but sense an undertone not too pleasant, still, you shrugged him off as you turned to face him.

“I thought I told you to stop doing that Oikawa”, you frown. You almost froze when you saw a look in his eyes, one that you couldn’t catch onto quick enough before it left him, yet it left you unsettled before he spoke.

“(Y/n), would you mind stopping by at my coven’s garden, I think I found a new species of flowers but I wanted your professional input”, Oikawa hums, grinning when he sees that your eyes narrowed at him, “Cheekmate”.

~~~

Honestly, you should’ve listened to your prior intuition, maybe then you wouldn’t have ended up in this mess with the head of the Aoba Johsai coven.

After arriving at his coven he did indeed lead you to the garden and you saw a ritualistic set up instead, candles and rose petals  strewn about. Turning to Tooru you glared at the man.

“What exactly are you trying to do here Oikawa”, you growled, more irritated at the fact that you could’ve been up in your cabin working on potions instead of wasting time, and as usual Tooru gave you his charming smile but when he opened his eyes a jolt of fear struck you.

“Ah, right, you see at first I was alright just basking in your presence, getting to be around you for the majority of the days until I grew a little too attached to you little witch”, he purred as you stepped back, trying to distance yourself from any oncoming danger until he lashed out his hand to grip your jaw harshly.

As you cried out at the sudden pain he continued, “Oh witchy you really don’t know what you do to me, did you know how much you drew me in? You're such a cruel little tease and it was all fun while it lasted but…”, his dead stare made you shiver as you gripped his wrist that was clamped painfully around your jaw, you squeezed your eyes shut and flinched when he suddenly leaned down close to your ear, “I really meant it when I said I hated seeing that damned Ushiwaka near you, and I would’ve let it go if it weren’t for the fact that you let him near you”, he hissed.

With gritted teeth you tried kicking out at him and clawing at his face in desperation to get out of his grasp, all while he was chanting a spell, one you weren’t familiar with and only heard of this time but yet you knew something was terribly wrong. The smell of iron hit your nose as the candle lights around you flickered until the flames turned purple, tugging desperately at Tooru’s arm you he suddenly slammed his lips upon yours, taking advantage of your surprised yelp he shoved his tongue in your mouth and that’s when it hit you.

The taste of iron hit your tongue before you felt the texture of a rose petal, and as Tooru forced you to consume the bloody petal he pulled away and whispered into your ear while what felt like a painful inferno erupted throughout your entire body.

“...and even in death we shall never part, for our souls are now one”.

As the now red moon shined upon the earth, an agonized scream rang throughout the sky.

[oreosmama]

Darling Traps Them in a Room to Escape (Yandere Haikyuu Headcanons)

*GIFs not mine*

Sugawara and Kuroo Version

Bokuto, Kageyama, and Kenma Version

Tendou and Hinata Version

A/N: Hey y’all, I just wanted to say I am working on the requests in my box, I promise. Anyways, here’s a little something I wanted to write for me, but I figure maybe some others might like it as well. It’s yandere, bc honestly I just need more yandere Haikyuu content in my life. Enjoy! (Side note: Thanks for 1k followers!)

Word count: 1909

Ushijima Wakatoshi: 

For the first few minutes, the home is filled with a dead silence. You had managed to lure him into your “bedroom” (aka the room where he kept you locked up tight) and trap him inside, blocking the door with the tallest, heaviest furniture you could manage. 

The only audible sounds are you sifting through every drawer within the apartment and you cursing under your breath every time you come up empty. 

Where the hell is it?

The prize of your scavenger hunt? The keys to the door. The keys to your freedom. You see, the door Ushijima held you captive behind wasn’t the issue-- it was the sheer number of locks that lined up above and below the knob. 

Ushijima was a strong man, but he was also smart. He made a door that not even someone of his intimidating stature could break through. 

It was quite effective, too. You couldn’t find the damn key ring that you always heard jingling from your bedroom that signaled his arrival. Every cabinet, drawer, nightstand, anything throughout the apartment was empty of your target. 

“What the fuck?” you hiss, slamming yet another cupboard closed. You’d even climbed the countertops to search above the shelves in the kitchen and in the nearby living room. Nothing.

BANG!

The sudden slam makes you squeal in terror. 

BANG! BANG!

It’s coming from your room. 

Ushijima. 

He’s trying to break out.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Even you can see from your viewpoint directly across from the hallway that the door is shivering. The hinges are whining with every slam as your kidnapper rams against the barrier with all the strength in his body. 

You don’t make a sound. Your heart is pounding, blood rushing in your ears as you pick through every hiding spot you can think of, hands trembling as you sift through pens, notepads, random things in every office drawer. 

“No, no, no,” you choke out, throat tightening at the booms behind you. 

Then you hear splinters. With a glance behind your back, you notice the door has been cracked in two. 

“NO!” you scream, frantic as ever. Suddenly, the keys no longer matter. You just need to get the hell out of there.

But there’s no windows. Not any that you can fit through. So you charge towards the main door, taking a page out of Ushijima’s book and ramming into it. 

“COME ON!” you cry helplessly, pawing at the door when it doesn’t budge. Not even a shiver. You kick against it, fumble with the locks, twist the knob, do anything and pray to God that it works. 

“YN.” No. A large hand falls on your shoulder, halting your movements. 

“Come on,” you whisper, arms dangling lifelessly at your side. All you can do is stare at your failure. The door is locked, and deep down you know it always will be. Now it will, anyways. Thanks to him. 

“YN,” Ushijima repeats, raising his voice just a notch. He doesn’t even sound angry or pissed. For some reason, it sounded like he pitied you. 

All you can do is give in. That’s it. 

So you turn around and grab two fistfuls of his shirt, slamming your face against his solid chest as you mourn, crying for what could have been, but will never be. 

There’s no will to fight when his hand falls into your hair, petting the strands gently while the other palms the small of your back. 

“You know I hate seeing you cry.” The rumble of his voice is soothing in a way, and part of you instinctively relaxes in his grip. “Come. I’ll make you a nice dinner to calm down and then we can discuss our new sleeping arrangements, since your bedroom is obviously unusable now.”

This man had taken you from your own home and claimed he loved you. But he was a beast, a six-foot monster of pure muscle. How do you escape that? 

Answer: you don’t.

“...Okay.”

Oikawa Tooru: 

“YN come on, you’re being ridiculous.” 

“It’s very cramped in here. Would you mind letting me out, darling?”

“YN, give up. You’re never leaving me!”

His voice was muffled from the closet where you had managed to trap him, stuffing a chair under the knob to keep him in place. 

“Fuck you, Oikawa.” 

“Don’t be like that, YN. Just let me out and we can talk about this!” 

Rolling your eyes, you continued picking at the locks with bent paper clips. At some point, you had seen this in a TV show somewhere, so surely it worked, right?

Honestly, you had no idea what you were doing, but you quite liked the panic that seemed to grow in Oikawa’s voice every second you fumbled with the lock just a bit louder. The smallest clicks made him whine from across the room. 

“YN, please! I love you so much, darling. Just let me out of here and I promise I’ll forget this ever happened. No punishments, I swear.”

Bile crawled up your throat at the words, forcing you to slam your fists against the door in frustration. “Shut the fuck up, Oikawa-”

“Tooru, YN. You know I hate it when you don’t say my name.” 

“Oh I am so gonna kill you!” you seethed, rising to your feet and spinning, throwing a hard heel kick against the door. 

For the first time in twenty minutes, Oikawa shut his trap. Maybe he had found a way out, or maybe he had taken your threat seriously. To be honest, neither scenario was appealing to you at the moment. 

“Y-YN, surely you don’t mean that,” he finally mumbled, sounding crestfallen. “You don’t hate me that much. No, no you don’t. You’re just confused-- you see, you can’t escape because you don’t want to escape.”

“Excuse me?!”

“You don’t want to escape because you love me.” A noise suspiciously akin to that of someone slamming their forehead against a door sounded from Oikawa’s general area. “And I love you too, YN. So just let me out and we can talk about this. You don’t have to be afraid of your feelings for me!”

Oh wow. WOW. This guy was the definition of delusional. 

“Oh Tooru,” you sighed, massaging your temples from an oncoming headache. “How are you so blind?” You draw closer to the closet, noting the excited scrambles behind the door as Oikawa audibly hears you approach. 

“You see, I fucking hate your guts.” 

He chokes on his breath. “N-no. You don’t mean that.” His voice wavers with every syllable. 

“I despise you.”

“No.”

“How sad is it that the one you love absolutely loathes you? Does it hurt to know that I will never love you? To know that you’re the bane of my existence?”

“YN don’t be like this.”

“Because Tooru, how could I love someone who is such a failure?”

“STOP IT! SHUT UP AND LET ME OUT!” 

It was a rush to torture someone who had taken you from your own family. To hear them wilt under your thumb like a pest. 

“Oh I’m sorry Tooru, do you want to be let out? Do you want to escape-”

*click*

Your mind goes blank at the sound. The door.

No. Not that door. This door. 

The chair squeals against the wood floor, being pushed by pure will alone. Simple strength couldn’t do that. And when it’s finally opened to the fullest, Oikawa stands in the doorway, head hanging as his hand drops from the knob. 

You couldn’t move, feeling frozen in fear like your feet were locked in quicksand. Eyes wide, you track Oikawa’s every move while you plead with your own body to do the same. But you couldn’t. 

Did he really just…

Finally, his head straightens up, giving you a chance to see his face. 

Stained with tears, streaks trail down his cheeks, but a small smile has formed from his lips. His pupils are dilated, not even squinting at the change of lighting.

“YN… YN, YN, YN. God, I could say your name for days. Now you say mine.” His voice is overall blank, but there’s a small tinge of encouragement in it and a dash of glee in his eyes. 

“T-Tooru.” Your meek whisper is enough to please him. In an instant, he’s on the move, approaching you and grabbing your hands, pressing them to his face before moaning at the contact. 

“Good girl,” he stares deeply into your eyes, running his lips along the palms of your hands. “Now, it’s almost lunchtime. How about we order in for today?” 

The sudden shift in his attitude… shit. You knew he was insane, but this? Was this even real? Had he completely forgotten what you said??

After seeing what he could do with sheer force of will, you didn’t want to poke that bear. No. You had never heard him so frustrated and broken before. And now, suddenly he’s all hunky-dory, acting as if that phase of utter fear hadn’t just happened.

Who the hell was this guy?

“O-okay.”

He smiles at your agreement. Then he pulls you by your hands towards the living room, sitting on the couch before gently tugging you into his lap. His arms are wrapped around your waist, but the grip is like waves on the beach. Every few seconds, it will tighten as his fingernails dig into your hips, then it will recede and he will loosen up a bit before the action repeats itself.

You can feel his hot breath on your neck and his strong thighs underneath you on the couch. The warmth of it all is almost too much as sweat, nervous or heated, gathers at your brow. Your own hands are folded against your lap, not daring to move.

What happened to the strong girl from a few minutes ago who was trying to escape? The one who was willing to spit at him viciously and throw caution to the wind?

The question was completely valid. But that was before you could see him. For a split second, you forgot he was a grown man, completely and utterly capable of hurting not only you but also your family. It felt so safe to be protected by a wall from him.

Until he broke that of course.

“YN…” Oikawa trails off, waiting for your attention. 

“Yes?”

“Those words from earlier hurt.” Oh God. “You didn’t mean them, right?”

The silence is deafening as he waits for an answer. At first, you thought he was being patient, then his fingertips began digging into your hips enough to cause bruises. 

“No, o-of course not.” His grip doesn’t relent.

“Good. Now tell me you love me.”

This was your fate now. A grown man, no longer the teen who had a childish crush on you in high school, had kidnapped you and you couldn’t escape. Your chest constricted at the thought, and your gaze strays to the door. I was so close.

“YN,” he warns, tone dipping dangerously. Ow, ow, ow.

“I love you, Tooru.” 

A giggle slips out of the man beneath you as his forehead drops to your shoulder. “I love you too, darling!” 

So close.

[happy-lamps]

𝐁𝐘𝐅 / 𝐃𝐍𝐈

hello there! I haven't been on this account in a while, so I figured I'd update / change some things :) you can call me Arlo, if you'd like! I'd like to be a lot more active in my writing. I figured I'd put my rules and what I will / won't write, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 who I'll write!

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞:

• SFW (safe for work) content in regards to relationships

• platonic and romantic

• polyamorous relationships

• LGBTQ+ relationships

• headcannons format. I'm not very confident in my ability to write scenarios / imagines quite yet!

• reactions! [ ex: (character)'s reaction to reader who likes to cook ]

• gore, injuries, hurt / comfort, angst, reader death, pregnancy, mental illness(es)

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞:

• NSFW (not safe for work) content in regards to relationships

• cheating

• character death

• character x character

• ab*se, r*pe, dr*g ab*se, p*dophilia, inc*st, non-con, s*xual assualt, underage anything, adult x minor - the exception for this (excluding the underage anything and adult x minor) is if it was in the past, i.e past ab*se.

• yandere characters

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𝐰𝐡𝐨 & 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫:

• DEMON SLAYER | all hashira, ubuyashiki kagaya, tanjirou, nezuko, zenitsu, inosuke, kanao, genya

• MY HERO ACADEMIA | all might, aizawa, present mic, nezu, all of class 1-A

• BLUE EXORCIST | rin, shiemi

• FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST | edward elric, alphonse elric, winry

• HAIKYUU | all of the karasuno team, kenma, kuroo, ushiwaka, bokuto

• VIOLET EVERGARDEN | violet

• SAIKI K | saiki, teruhashi, nendo, kaido

• GREY'S ANATOMY | meredith, george, izzy

• HUNTER X HUNTER | leorio, kurapika, gon, killua, illumi

• FNAF SECURITY BREACH | all glamrock animatronics, gregory

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𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒 : KNY / demon slayer

[yanderesleepybutwriting]

Pain Without Love || UshiTen x Reader

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Pairing: Ushijima x Reader  |  Tendou x Reader

Summary: Soulmates meant to find each other with a link, bound by pain.  Tendou and Ushijima thought they had it easy when they found out they were each other's soulmates. Until they started finding injuries not caused by either of them. It turned out a piece was missing from their puzzle. You.

Notes: This started off so small and I just couldn’t stop. I have no explanation. Just poly yandere Ushijima and Tendou here for you.

[Part Two] 

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When Wakatoshi and Tendou first met, they thought the search for their soulmate was over. It wasn’t hard to figure out. The pain they shared constantly lined up. The stinging on their arms and hands from constant blocking and receiving. Whenever Tendou got hurt, Ushijima felt it, and vice versa. It couldn’t have been easier. Until one day, Tendou skipped out on practice to take a test after school, while Ushijima stayed and worked with the rest of the team in the gym.

Ushijima was mid serve when suddenly he felt a random pain on both his hands and knees, causing him to swing too late and miss the ball completely. While his teammates poked fun and teased him, Ushijima’s thoughts went to his other half. 

He must have fallen. 

There was no more pain after that, so Ushijima assumed he was fine and returned his attention back to the court. It wasn’t until he met up with Tendou after practice, that he brought it up.

“Tendou, you should be more careful. I can’t focus on practicing if you keep getting hurt. It’s distracting.”

Tendou looked up at his partner confused. “What do you mean? I thought that was you.”

And then it clicked. The boy’s eyes shot up to one another, sharing the same shocked, yet knowing expression. They weren’t done. Not by a long shot. There was a piece missing from their otherwise perfect puzzle.

You.

“How could we not realize sooner!? We’re the worst soulmates ever. They’re out there right now, Waka!”

“I’m sure they’re fine. We’ll find them.” Ushijima tried to reason with his frantic partner. This news was definitely a shock to the both of them, and while Tendou grew more agitated, wanting to find you as soon as possible, Ushijima remained calm and collected, going for a more reasonable approach. “We just have to wait. They’re our soulmate after all. They’ll come into our lives sooner or later.”

What they hoped would be sooner, turned out to be later. Much later. Days turned into weeks. Weeks into months, and eventually months turned into years, with still no sign of you. The only reassurance they got were random pains brought on throughout the day. A small reminder that you were still out there. That you were still waiting. And it was driving them both crazy.

The older they grew, the more desperate they grew. While Ushijima remained calm, knowing one day they would find you, Tendou grew angrier, unsatisfied until he had you. It wasn’t until a few years after they knew you were out there that they found you when they were least expecting it.

There was a competition for a few of the schools in the area. Boys teams, girls teams, high schools to colleges. If you played volleyball, you were welcome to compete and improve your skills. And while their school wasn’t participating, they thought it was a good idea to watch and scope out the competition.

The boys watched intently at the matches before them, making small comments of improvement as the players went on. Neither was a school that either of them had ever heard of, but they still watched with interest.

“Next up, we have a boys vs girls match-” The announcer began, but Tendou didn’t wait to listen. Already starting to get bored he began leaning over to Ushijima.

“Wanna head out after this match? It’s getting kind of late.”

Ushijima said nothing. Only nodded before turning his attention back onto the court. Both teams showed promise. Giving it their all to throw back every ball hit their way.

“Hey, their wing spiker’s not half bad,” Tendou praised.

“He has power, yes. But no control. Only about 20% of his spikes actually make it within the boundaries.”

As if to prove Ushijima’s point, the spiker hit another ball, this time right into one of the opposing players’ faces. While most of the crowd cried out in shock and worry. Ushijima and Tendou cried out for a completely different reason. They cried out in pain. As soon as the ball made contact with your face, the two boys felt it, as if they had gotten hit as well.

“Ow, ow, ow… fuck! That hurts.” Tendou cried out, palm placed over the side of his face where you got hit. Ushijima was more silent, while still in just as much pain, he was less vocal and just groaned. Wincing and hoping the stinging would die down a bit as the seconds passed. As realization sunk in, both of their heads shot up to make sure you were okay.

They panicked slightly seeing you curled up on the floor, your teammates and coaches gathered around to make sure you were okay. When you finally stood up, they released a breath they didn’t even realize they were holding as relief flooded through their bodies. You were okay, they reassured themselves. After a short huddle with your team, and what looked like a lot of arguing on your end, you walked back onto the court as if nothing had happened, and continued on with your match. 

“They’re not going to check in with the nurse before continuing?” Tendou shouted out, confused by your rash actions. “Why is their coach letting them continue? They need to be checked out. They could have serious injuries.”

“Maybe, they’re okay to continue.”

“You and I both know they’re not okay. Fuck, it still hurts. How can you even focus on a game when you’re in this much pain? It’s obvious they don’t know when to quit, Waka.”

Ushijima was never one to laugh as often as others, but he had to admit it was slightly amusing to him, watching Tendou worry about you so early on. They hadn’t even met you yet, but he was already scolding you for not taking better care of yourself. He’s not going to lie, Ushijima is also concerned, just not as vocal about it as Tendou is. He couldn’t help but worry at the thought of you being hurt, it wasn’t his fault. The three of your soul connections were strong. He was certain that you were the one. They both were, and they couldn’t wait to finally meet you.

As soon as your match ended. Both men made their way to the gym doors to greet you upon your exit. For a second they thought they were too late. Finding no sign of you, or your team. Luckily their height had its advantages as they were easily able to look over everyone until they spotted you stopped at a water fountain further down the hall.

You continued drinking, completely oblivious to the two giants that stood towering behind you. Patiently waiting for you to finish up. When you did finish, taking a deep inhale to catch your breath, and quickly wiping the spare liquid off of your lips, you were more than surprised when you turned around. Being caught completely off guard, by the two intimidating strangers.

Ushijima was the first of them to speak up. Probably picking up on your slight confusion and looking to calm your nerves.

“That was a great game you played. My name is Ushijima Wakatoshi.” He spoke up, extending his arm. You smiled, giving his hand a quick shake and responding with your own name. His hand was much larger in comparison to your own. After introducing himself, he motioned to the redheaded man next to him, “This is-”

“Satori Tendou,” the man cut in, “That was one nasty hit you took out there, shorty,” Tendou smirked, leaning down a bit so you were making direct eye contact. “How’s your head feeling?”

“Oh, it didn’t hurt as bad as it looked,” you laughed, embarrassingly rubbing at the back of your neck. Both men gave each other a quick glance, each one thinking the same thing. Liar.

“Thank you for your concern,” You bowed, “but if you’ll excuse me, I should get back to my team. Our next match will be starting soon.” As you went to dash off in the direction of your court, you were pulled to a halt when Ushijima’s hand wrapped around your arm, holding you firmly in place.

“You shouldn’t jump back into the game so soon. You need time to heal and make sure you don’t have a concussion. Let us walk you to the nurse’s office.”

You were caught off guard by this stranger’s interest in your well being but ignored it. Chopping it up to him just being a nice guy. “I really am okay. Thank you. It doesn’t even hurt anymore.”

Again with the lies. They knew it still hurt. Fuck, they still felt the pain from where the ball made contact with your face. It slightly diminished from the beginning, but it was definitely still there.

“Listen. If you get checked out, and the nurse gives you the green light, then we promise to let it go. Plus, you won’t do your team any good if you play with a head injury. You’ll only hold them back, so it would be better for everyone if you just play it safe. The faster you get checked out, the faster you’ll get to jump back onto the court. You can trust us. We’ve been in the game for a while, and I’d be lying if I said I haven’t gotten a few balls to the head myself,” Tendou joked.

You stood quiet, glancing at the ground as the two men stood patiently awaiting your response. You sure were a stubborn one.

“Okay.” You nodded, allowing the two to lead you in the direction of the nurse’s office.

“Wasn’t really a choice, but we appreciate your cooperation nonetheless.”

The office wasn’t too filled, so you actually got helped faster than you thought you would. Which was great since you were eager to get back on the court.

“Any head pain?” The nurse asked sweetly. To which you shook your head.

You heard the sound of someone clearing their throat and looked over to see Ushijima and Tendou looking over at you sternly from the corner.

“Umm… maybe a little.” You corrected, sheepishly.

The old lady smiled. “Okay, hun. Can you do me a favor and hop up and try to walk in a straight line for me?”

You got up. Following her directions and trying your best to walk as straight as possible, but found yourself losing your balance ever so slightly.

“Alright, go ahead and take a seat for me again, and I’m going to check your pupils real quick.” The second the light met your eyes you felt yourself flinching away, finding the small flashlight to be almost blinding.

“Well, I think that settles it, my dear.” The woman frowned. “It seems you have a slight concussion, but don’t stress too much. Nothing some over the counter pain meds and rest can’t fix. Unfortunately, that does mean no volleyball for at least a few days. Your brain is going to need some time to recover and we can’t have you worsening your injuries.”

You didn’t even look over at the two boys, already knowing a look of ‘I told you so,’ would be clear across their faces. It really sucked that one good hit would take you out of the game. Especially since you were really hoping to get the practice in with competitions starting up again soon. You hung your head low, making your way out of the office, and heading back to the gym.

“Where are you going?” A deep voice questioned from close behind.

“Back to the gym. Even if I can’t participate. I still want to cheer them on.”

“Did you even listen to what the nurse said?” Tendou sighed, clearly frustrated by your lack of ability to follow directions.

“I did, but I’ll be fine! I don’t even feel the pain anymore,” You argued.

“Why do you keep on lying to us? We know it still hurts. We feel it.”

You froze. Looking back and forth between the two men as the weight of their words slowly began sinking in. “...you both...the two of you…”

“Yes, we know this must be a shock Y/N, and your concussion probably isn’t making this any easier for you,” Ushijima began, before Tendou came in. Abruptly cutting him off.

 “But we are your soulmates. So there’s no point in trying to cover up your pain because we know how you feel.”

You definitely weren’t expecting this when you woke up. You knew you would find your soulmate eventually, but you weren’t expecting to have two. Sure it’s not unheard of. In fact, you’ve seen quite a few people with more than one soulmate, but that being said, you never thought that you would be one of them as well. Especially not now. 

You didn’t have time for a relationship. Not when you're gaining such a steady momentum in your volleyball progress. Plus you were never a big believer in soulmates, to begin with. When you were younger, sure. Who didn’t dream of getting swept away by their future love? But as you grew older, reality started coming more into light, and you learned that however bright one's love can glow, it can also go completely dark just as quickly. 

You’ve even seen it happen to one of your friend’s first hand. They were so happy when they found their soulmate, they looked like they were on top of the world. But as time progressed, their soulmate fell in love with someone else, and their once unbreakable love for one another slowly began getting chipped away at with every small fight. Until both of their hearts completely shattered. It hurt you to see them go through that, and you never wanted it to happen to you.

“Y/N?” Ushijima questioned

“I-I’m sorry. Did you say something? I spaced out there for a second.”

“Umm,” Your soulmates shared a look of concern as they glanced over at you, “I think it would be best if we took you home. You don’t look too well.”

Of course, you didn’t look well. Your head was pounding and you just found out that these two men you thought were strangers are actually your soulmates. You were surprised that you were still managing to stand considering how badly your head was spinning with this new information.

“I appreciate your concern, but I don’t feel comfortable going home with two strange men, I’ve only just met.”

“Strange men?” Tendou repeated, sounding shocked and slightly offended, by the use of your words, “Were not just some strange men. We’re your soulmates!”

Tendou was starting to get frustrated. While he and Ushijima were in a panic trying to find you, you seemed completely unfazed by the arrival of your soulmates. Were you ever even looking for them?

“Listen, I’m sorry, but I’m not looking to find my soulmates. The main focus in my life right now is volleyball, and school, so I have no interest in, or the time for forming a relationship at the moment. I think it would be best if you just forget you ever met me. I’m sorry, but at least you have each other, right? Isn’t that enough?”

Your words felt like a punch to the gut. How could you brush them aside so casually? Did they really mean so little to you?

...No, this wasn’t you. You weren’t thinking straight after that hit to the head. You don’t know what you want. You don’t know what you need.

“You’re right. We understand.” Ushijima lied, gripping Tendou’s shoulder so he would play along. “However, with your concussion, it would be far safer if you let us take you home,” Ushijima tried to reason.

“I’m telling you, I’m okay!” You tried to explain, turning to head back to your team, but you barely made it a few steps before losing your balance. You didn’t connect with the floor. Ushijima and Tendou not even giving you the chance before they were each at your side. Holding you upright.

“I’m sorry,” Tendou teased, the smirk he wore, obvious in his tone, even without looking at him. “You were saying what exactly?”

“Y/N, we just want to make sure you get home safely. We won’t even go inside if that’s what you’re afraid of. We’ll just walk you to your porch.”

You felt hesitant, but at the same time maybe it was for the best. Your teammates we’re already in the middle of a game, and there was no way you would feel okay with stealing one of them away to take you home. You also wouldn’t feel comfortable taking the train or bus home this late. Especially with your concussion leaving you extra vulnerable. Maybe letting them take you home was the best option.

“Okay.” Your soulmates grinned, and after you shot your teammates a text, saying you’d be going home early, you headed in the direction of the parking lot. Ushijima started the car up, while Tendou opened the back door for you, making sure to close it after you were settled. 

Maybe this was a dream. A weird long dream. Maybe that ball knocked you unconscious and you're really in the hospital right now. That would somehow make a lot more sense.

“Seatbelt.” Ushijima’s deep voice cut in, snapping your attention back to reality. “You need to put on your seatbelt.”

You obeyed, clicking the belt in place, then giving your address to Tendou so he could type it into his phone.

“Try to get some rest. We’ll wake you when we’re close.”

You didn’t know if it was the concussion or the fact that you played three volleyball matches in a row, but you felt exhausted. Already feeling yourself dozing off as you placed your head against the car door.

As you slept soundly in the back seat, Ushijima and Tendou stayed silent in the front seat so as not to wake you. Your words from earlier echoing through their brain like a broken record stuck on a constant loop.

‘I think it would be best if you just forget you ever met me. I’m sorry, but at least you have each other, right? Isn’t that enough?’

Did you even hear the words coming out of your mouth? Of course, it wasn’t enough. How could they go on with their lives as if they had never found you? They already felt such a strong connection to you, that it would be nearly impossible for the two of them to just forget about you completely. Yet, you say it so casually. As if it would be so simple to just walk away. But what you were asking for was just not in the cards. They needed you. And you needed them. You just didn’t know it yet. But that’s okay. They could help you realize just how much you needed them too.

[solarisensun]

Infatuation

Yandere! Step bro Miya twins x Reader

Request by anon :  Hello! Is it still alright to send a request? If so, may I please request for a yandere/incest for the Miya twins or UshiWaka? 👉👈 Thank you so much and thanks for sharing your work with us. ❤

dhdjhs yas the Miya twins have such a vibe and this request really struck w the yandere theme hehe enjoy!

Warnings: /Yandere/ themes, *incest*, *NSFW*ish, /noncon/. All characters aged up +18+ in timeskip

A pair of hotheaded twins with their angelic little sister is a horrible combination, even more so when they begin to develop an unnatural infatuation....

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Protective was a grossly oversimplified term to describe the twins.

They started small, from walking you home after school to snooping through your stuff (only Atsumu had the decency to look guilty the first time you caught them - not that it stopped them of course) and it certainly didn’t take long for them to spiral into a rapid descent of utter infatuation. Be it their constant rivalry vying for your undivided attention or how they nipped at your heels like a pair of shadows. No matter where you went, they seemed to derive a sort of sick enjoyment in haunting every waking vision of your life.

It was adorable, your mother cooed. She had married into such a well - mannered family, how well they took care of you, how attentive they were towards your every move. Of course, she didn’t know, didn’t bother to peer into the depths of the murky ocean when the waves were gentle. The fleeting glimpses she hadn’t manage to catch. The look of carnal hunger that lurked beneath their sugary facades, something far sinister and intangible than a brother’s love for their adorable little sister.

You tried your best to humour her, she was so happy with her new husband. It would be cruel to take that away from her after the previous marriage, the memories of tears and late-night screaming still a fresh wound. So, you ducked your head down and bit your lip to restrain the complaints.

It backfired horribly. They took your compliance as an approval and encouragement to fuel their actions. Atsumu and his lingering touches or how he spread nasty rumours about you in school. Osamu was no better, leeching up whatever free time you had, always keeping a firm hand on your shoulder to remind you of his silent yet overpowering presence. They made you feel small, insignificant, helpless.

The both of them had an identical one-track mind. The type that wouldn’t stop until they achieved their desire, bulldozing through everything in its way, fuelled on by their already competitive nature with each other. You had seen that fearsome determination in volleyball, little did you know that it applied in other aspects of their life too.

And right now, one half of the devilish duo was perched on your bed.

“Get out of my room!” you scowled, crossing your arms as you squeezed them together in an attempt to quell the involuntary trembling. Miya Atsumu - lounging on your originally well-made bed pushes himself up languidly, his large hands messing up your blankets.

Already, you saw the familiar smirk on his face when he strides towards you. The smile that never failed to have girls stumbling on his feet. But you – you cringed away at the sight. He had a way of walking, all smooth and lean motions that radiated an air of authority and confidence.  Paired with his broad frame, he could probably crush you with those nimble hands alone. The thought makes your defiance ebb away as he approaches closer.

He raises his hand, a white object pinched between his fingers. You recognize it as a polaroid. No surprise that he had went digging through your drawer.

You didn’t bother asking why.

“Who is this ugly pig in the picture with you?” The picture is shoved in your face and you stumble back, earning you an amused chuckle. Sure enough, the picture depicts a smiling boy by your side, his arm is thrown over your shoulders as the two of you pose for the camera with identical broad grins.

“Nobody,” you huffed and try to snatch the picture away, his quick reflexes jerk the picture out of your grasp. A thoughtful look crosses his features when he examines the picture, “Doesn’t seem like anyone I know does it?” He muses. Pure rage swells in him, but you don’t notice, too distracted to see his eyes narrow into slits, the corner of his lips twist down.

It was a good thing that Atsumu Miya knew how to hide his anger.

“Give it back!” again, you lunge for the picture and promptly stumbled over the fallen pillows Miya had knocked off earlier. It was as if fate itself was mocking you. Immediately, your hands shoot out to brace for the painful impact against the floor, eyes flinching shut in fear.

Instead, an upwards force yanks the collar of your shirt and before anything else registers, you find yourself wrapped against Miya’s chest, his muscled arms steady your body before skimming downwards dangerously to rest on your back. He was warm - near feverish, it was the first thing you noticed, how the imprint of his fingers seemed to scorch a path through your shirt.

You half-wished that he had let you fall.

You smelled heavenly. Atsumu Miya had learned of that fact the moment you walked past him for the first time. Now, with his little sister wrapped in his arms, your soft curves pressed against his hard chest, he was nearly going giddy with desire. You peered up from beneath your lashes, a demurely devastating look that forces him to draw in a sharp intake of air.

For a tense moment, he holds you. Every line in his body screaming to run his greedy hands all over your smaller one. To feel every inch of you under his hands, palms roughened from volleyball, a stark contrast to your skin. He had to grind his teeth to keep from obeying. Atsumu had never thought of himself so weak, but his restraint was vanishing like a thin, frayed tread.

Unknowingly, Atsumu dips his head down to press his lips on the crown of your head as he takes in your scent. “Atsumu?” Your voice is awfully small, it only serves for him to tighten his already crushing grip on your trembling body. Already, he could feel the rage in him die down, becoming less torn as it rested its ugly head like a flame denied of oxygen.

“What are you doing.” A voice, smooth and quiet, yet brimming with the power of a strike of thunder.

Immediately, you scrabble to escape from Atsumu’s grasp, your fingernails raking across his bicep in an attempt to push him away. Much to your dismay, Atsumu maintains a firm grip on your shoulder as he detaches to give the frowning twin standing on the doorway of your room an arrogant smirk. Even with a single hand, he dominated your figure, pinning you in place like a porcelain doll.

Atsumu tosses the polaroid across the room to Osamu who catches it with ease, it causes a deeper frown furrows across his brows and you can’t help but shrink away from the way his eyes darken over like clouds gathering on a once clear sky.

The twins have had their fair share of arguments. But one look at each other, a silent thought is passed between them, they can definitely set aside their differences for a moment. The only existing  competition should be between them.

The grey-haired twin spins on his heel, leaving as soon as he came. Much to your surprise, Atsumu joins him, though not before sliding a sinful hand to rest at your hip. A reminder. 

You sink to your bed in relief, one hand clasped on your chest to still your heart thrumming so quickly it felt like it would leap out your throat entirely.

It’s then you realise, the polaroid is still within their clutches.

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They were a near unstoppable force whenever they worked together. All Atsumu had to do was flash his dazzling smile. All Osamu had to do was lie with his silver tongue. Both proved to be frighteningly effective.

A picture was more than sufficient for them to gather the required information.

“Come, come!” seated on the couch, Atsumu beckons you over with a cheerful grin, patting at the empty space between the twins.

For a moment, you debated on ignoring him as you picked at that one thread poking out the sleeve of your shirt, weighing on the pros and cons. It was better to satisfy them than ignite their cruel wrath. They definitely weren’t above intimidating you to their satisfaction.

Reluctantly, you settled between the two of them, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear nervously. Both their gazes were transfixed -  near mesmerized by the way your dainty fingers trace a path up to the delicate curve of your face, the slight flush on the apples of your cheeks merely add on to the painting of their angelic step sister stifled between her overbearing brothers.

It was a sickeningly enjoyable thought that Osamu savoured, the original tinge of guilt he once harboured was long gone. Perhaps it was the added taboo that stirred his exhilaration, you were always so docile, so adorable, never shying away from their greedy advances.

Osamu couldn’t help but wonder if you could possibly sense the humming  tension in the air. You probably didn’t, from the confusion in your bright eyes, you didn’t even have a shred of clue about their feelings. A hundred interactions, a thousand sneaked glances that never failed to leave him awake all night. Your elbow brushes against his abdomen as you shift in an attempt to settle in a more comfortable position. Gods, it was like you were doing this on purpose.

“Here,” Atsumu hands over a familiar object. The polaroid! The spark of your golden charm kindles at the sight of the picture, blooming from the flames of a candle to the blazing rays of a sun in an instant. “Thank you,” you murmur, too distracted to notice the equal looks of pure disgust evident on the twin’s face at the sight of your affection directed towards someone else other than them.

“He lives in the nearby apartment, doesn’t he? Right around the third corner I believe” Osamu drawls, one arm extends to drape casually across the couch, it was a delight, watching all colour drain from your face upon hearing the words. 

Besides you, Atsumu lets out a careless laugh. “There’s ‘Samu, never fails to get right to the topic.”

Something in you screams for you to run. But with their weight pinning you on the couch, it was difficult to even maintain a proper train of thought. “Yes,” you manage to choke out a reply as you fiddled with the polaroid anxiously. The sudden change of conversation was making you break out in cold sweat as it plasters your hair to the nape of your neck. They had always been this way - suffocating, always pushing and pushing.

Atsumu’s places a large hand on your thigh, leaning forward to whisper in your ear. “I hear he’s a volleyball player too.” His tone velvety soft, like a blade slicing through silk “Though I’m pretty sure he isn’t that good of a player as your brothers is he?”

You squirm, shying away from his hot breath only to press uncomfortably against Osamu. “I-I don’t know,” you splutter.

“Wrong answer sis,” mimicking his brother, Osamu’s hand comes to rest on your other thigh and that’s when the red flags begin to surface. You were trapped between them, both of your parents on a business trip for the whole week, there was absolutely no room for escape. The full severity of the doomed situation hits you like a truck.

“It would be horrible if he tripped down the stairs don’t you think?” Osamu asks coolly, “Imagine if his brilliant volleyball career was botched because of our foolish little sister.”

“All because of you decided to be a ditzy flirt,” Atsumu adds, you struggled to form a response, but one look at their faces and the words seemed to force its way back down your throat, bile rising up in its place. There was something decidedly wrong about the both of them.

Atsumu with his razor-sharp smile, Osamu with his predatory gaze like whirlpools of murky depths. They looked corrupted, so unnaturally beautiful yet with a touch of unspoken depravity and louche quality that made your chest tighten. The ghosts of their true nature were finally peeking out behind the lush curtains.

The picture flutters out of your weakened grip to vanish under Osamu’s foot. “Don’t do this,” you whimper, trying to stand up but their strong arms pull you back. This time, you fall on a lap, whose lap it belonged to you weren’t even sure anymore. Their mere presence was overwhelming, each hot breath on your neck making you dizzy and lightheaded.

Was this what your mother had meant by love? You remembered being so excited, practically jumping on your heels to meet your new older brothers. You should have known better, should have recognized the early signs of infatuation.

Now, with their hands on your trembling body, you gasp and whimper for them to stop. They tell you to shut up and accept this. They love you; shouldn’t you be grateful to have such protective brothers willing to go the extra mile to keep their sister safe? Where else would you find a brother like them?

Hey, hey, hey. Why are you crying? Your doe-like eyes flooded with unshed tears only makes them more riled up. It was ridiculous how good you looked when you were crying. Ridiculous enough that its making them hard.

“This is wrong,” you whisper, lovely face contorting as a pair of lips swallows your pained moans. You can barely think straight, their faces seemed to blend together like a mirage as they shower kisses all over, even on intimate places that make you flush hotly. Atsumu chuckles darkly at your naive response. “A virgin huh?” Osamu asks, his voice partly muffled by your hair but those words make you stutter in chilly fear. Of course, they make sure to remind you of their unrequited love, whispering passionate words in between kisses.

When Osamu’s hands dip below the waistband of your shorts and Atsumu licks your tears away, crooning soft soothing sounds that would have otherwise been comforting if it weren’t for the position he has you pinned in. You begin to thrash, really trying to escape. It’s a futile attempt, your knee connects against Osamu? Or was it Atsumu’s stomach? You don’t hear a noise of pain or even discomfort from either of them. Osamu catches your ankle before it can fly up again. “Stop that.” He says, as if his other hand isn’t stuck between your legs.

“Let me go,” you bite out, panting heavily. You catch a glimpse of blonde hair and your chin is jerked upwards to meet Atsumu’s through the blurry haze of tears. “We can do this the hard way,” His thumb presses against your bottom lip a tad bit harder than necessary, a warning. You would have flinched away if it weren’t for his iron grip. “Or we can do it the easy way. Can’t you see that we are just looking out for you?” Atsumu’s voice drops to a condescending one.

With the dangerous glint in his eye, you nod and go limp, a fresh wave of tears brimming in your eyes again. “Good girl,” he smiles, “You were always a smart one.”

Quite frankly, in their eyes, every male out there is probably out to get you, you seem to have a habit of attracting unwanted attention the way honey attracted bees. Naturally, they would become more possessive, who in their right mind would want their sister defiled by random strangers? Why did you even bother interacting with others when you had them?

You were a tide. And just like a tide came an undertow, washing everything away in its wake. Everyday, the tide seemed to rise a little higher, the waters a little deeper. Everyday, it swept them a little farther from shore – sanity. It had been so easy to get swept away, to embrace the full impact of you, your smile, your body, everything. All they had to do was stop swimming,  

You can only lay there, trying your best to comprehend their words, each syllable coming out of their mouth spilling with pure possessiveness and want- no, need. The shackles of their wavering restraints had been freed. They were drowning. “You are so perfect,” Atsumu rasps breathlessly at the side of your ear. “Always such a perfect girl.” At your other ear, Osamu grunts his approval, the heat of his palm pressed on your side. “Nothing will ever touch you as long we are around.”

 You look away, trying to imagine someone else, anyone but them.

“Don’t look away,” Osamu grounds out. “Please- I can’t—” You twist your head away. “Look ,” His voice takes on a harder tone and you know he’s not asking anymore. 

Reluctantly, you force your gaze upwards. There they are, the infamous Miya twins. High colour spotting their cheeks, Osamu looks almost emotionless, almost, but with the way he’s pulling your shorts down, the slight tremble in his usually steady fingers are a betrayal of his true emotions. Atsumu doesn’t even bother hiding the anticipation, even now he’s beaming, not an ounce of regret on his features.

Don’t you think they deserve a reward for their dedication? You might have said no, they weren’t really listening anyway.  Being the obedient sister you are, you should just sit back and relax.

Let them take the upmost care of you.

Masterlist <--- other similar works

[saintshigaraki]

What other Haikyuu characters do u want to plan for?

anon!!! the timing of this ask is perfect, i’m actually putting a wip page together right now! but if we’re talking specifically haikyuu characters, i’m down to write for nearly all of them and have plans to eventually really build up my masterlist and if you happen to have any requests i’m always open to them, although the ones i really, really want to write for currently are aone, oikawa, and kyoutani 

right now i have 2 hq wips!!

untitled kuroo tetsurou x reader oneshot (angst. resentful housewife type beat. kuroo’s been so good to you, a picture perfect husband. and he wanted nothing more than a picture perfect family. and you wanted nothing more than to be a picture perfect wife for him -- right? so you did what you felt you had to do. now, years later with three children attached at your hip, you’re wondering if it’s possible to sink any lower.)

untitled oikawa tooru x reader oneshot (yandere-ish vibes. oikawa’s always been a sort of enigma to you. with a smile just a bit too wide. a laugh just a smidge too controlled. words just a touch too calculated. where others seem to fall at his feet you decided it’d be safer to skirt around the edges. that, you’d find out later, happened to be your first mistake.)

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i haven’t started it yet but i also plan on writing a super short ushijima x reader drabble bc despite that fic i just wrote, i actually think ushiwaka would be a really caring and soft partner.