#yandere aran

[madmanwonder]

First Introduction Are Important (Bleach/Metroid)

Uryū: So…*Look at Ichigo and to the statuesque blonde foreigner* How did you two meet in the first place?

Ichigo: I meet her when she visit the old man for a medical check up. And we kind of just click on the spot.

Uryū: How did you too connect exactly?

Ichigo: *Look at Samus in thought*

X—xx—X

Samus:…

Ichigo:…

Samus:…

Ichigo: So…What do you do for a liv—

Samus grabbed Ichigo in a certain area causing him to freeze in shock.

Samus: You are mine, Ichigo Kurosaki. Your entire body and very soul is mine and if you try to do anything wrong or say no to me…I’ll tear off your nuts and feed it to personally. Got it?

Ichigo nervously nodded his head in affirmation, afraid for his life from the aggressive blue-eyed blonde foreigner.

Samus smiled as she let go of his private parts.

Samus: You made the right decision.

The galactic bounty hunter kissed Ichigo cheeks as she left the room with a small hum.

X—xx—X

Ichigo:…I rather not say…

Samus: All you need to know is that he and I are together and are deeply in love with each other…Right Ichigo-Kun?

The Hunter gave the Substitute Shinigami a very intense and powerful look which caused the orange-haired reaper to nodded in nervous affirmation. To the surprise and concern of the quincy.

#bleach #metroid #yoruichi shihouin #ichigo kurosaki #samus aran #ichisam #metroid reaper #ishida uryū #yandere au #my post #my writing

[missbunmuffin]

Note I do not support yandere dev and his gross actions I just had this silly idea for a while and wanted to draw it

Ignore how these are a little fucked up. I know I said it in my little notes in the drawing but Joe x Narcis is a huge no no of a ship for me. Narcis was probably barely out of the womb when Joe was 18. I just wanted to make the Amai Jodayaka joke

Putting a bonus Narcis I never posted here before the triggering drawings.

TW: BLOOD

#punch out #punch out fanart #aran ryan #narcis prince #glass joe #amai jodayaka #fuck yandere dev #I used this flower hole puncher thing for the cherry blossom petals I guess #if you can even call them that #I like them but I could of done better with it #If I do it again I’ll add branches which is what I should have done

[depravitycentral]

General Yandere! Aran Ojiro Profile

Yandere! Aran Ojiro x fem! reader

Warnings: stalking, kidnapping, extreme spoiling/forced financial dependence, guilt tripping, desperation, jealousy, mentions of dub-con and masturbation, mentions of forced physical affection, mentions of creeps, fem reader, MDNI

I do not condone any of the actions described in this post - this is fiction and should be treated as such. If you or a loved one is in a similar situation to anything contained in this post or my blog in general, please seek help. You're in charge of your internet consumption; please make responsible choices. With that, enjoy!

DARLING PROFILE:

 

Sweet

Aran himself is naturally quite nice, despite his penchant for not putting up with other peoples’ bullshit. He’s able to stand up for himself, but he’s never been particularly fond of people who are mean just for the sake of it. He can appreciate a funny joke, a biting comment here or there, but someone who’s entire personality is based off of this? Not so much.

And so, a darling who is naturally quite kind is a perfect match for Aran – he thinks of his beloved as innocent, a little lamb he must protect, and whether this visage of innocence is real or not, Aran believes it to be so. All it takes is a few compliments, a few sweet smiles, some kind favors, anything showcasing his darling’s kindness, really, and Aran is smitten.

And how can he not be?

How can he not imagine how wonderful it would be to spoil someone so kind and compassionate, to reward them for rewarding others? He views himself as hid darling’s protector, and it melts his heart to see his beloved caring for other people, even if it causes these same protective tendencies to flare up when others take advantage of them.

He can’t not imagine how wonderful of a partner his darling would be, the compliments slipping past their lips making his cheeks feel hot and his chest lighter than air. He can’t not imagine how wonderful it would be to wake up beside his darling in the early morning, to feel their soft breaths against him, to have their soft, supple body pressed against his own in ways that make him groan, his own body oh so aware of them? How can he not imagine how kind and loving his darling would be towards their children, a few little copies of the two of them running around, laughing and giggling and calling them mama, Aran being daddy…

It’s the stuff of his deepest hopes for the future, and having a kind darling plays into these fantasies – so while Aran could fall for a meaner darling, it’s unlikely. He wants to protect his sweet baby, and give them the protection, love and devotion they deserve – he’s just rewarding them for everything they earn, after all.

Passionate

Aran’s hobby has been volleyball for as long as he can remember. He’s always loved the sport; playing it, watching it, talking about it, even just being in the gym makes him happy.

And so, a darling that has a similar sort of passion would make Aran’s obsession grow tenfold.

It doesn’t have to be volleyball, or even a sport – any sort of activity that makes his darling happy makes Aran happy. (Arguably even more happy, because watching his darling smile and get lost in their own little world as they practice the hobby has him staring like a lovesick fool, his lips parted and brows tilted in, his throat feeling tight because fuck, how can someone be so damn adorable?)

It could be anything at all – writing, cooking, playing the trumpet, watercolors, reviewing movies, fashion, anything at all. Aran just loves the idea of his darling loving something, and he’ll eagerly ask them about anything he can involving the passion. He's asking what got them into it over dinner, asking to see, hear, taste or watch some of their creations as they give him a tour of their modest apartment.

(He’s watching them nervously show off their hobby, but inside he’s cooing at how adorably embarrassed they are, because no one has ever taken such an intense interest in their passion before, and he can tell they’re nervous that they’re boring him, that he’s losing interest and thinking they’re weird, even though the truth couldn’t be further from it.)

He’s asking his darling to teach him the basics, to learn to sketch a circle or knit a few stitches or play a scale on the piano. He just wants to be involved in his darling’s hobby, mostly because he loves watching the way their eyes light up as they indulge themselves in it, their whole body language brightening up, only furthering his love because fuck, he wants them to look like that one day when Aran himself is on their mind.

He wants to be his darling’s passion one day, just as they are his, but for the meantime he doesn’t mind watching – they’re just so damn cute, after all.

Bookworm

This isn’t something that Aran must have in a partner, but it’s certainly a plus for him.

He’s always been attracted to softer, quieter people, and having a darling fits this mold is a dream come true for him. And to further exemplify the stereotype, Aran particularly likes those are deeply interested in literature.

The genre doesn’t matter – it could be hardcore fantasy books, cliché romances, historical non-fiction, or anything in between. He doesn’t care, just as long as they enjoy picking up a book and curling up under a blanket to read.

He himself isn’t too much of a reader, but he loves to imagine his darling snuggled up on a couch or in a comfortable chair, a book inches from their nose as their eyes eagerly take in the words, flipping through the pages so quickly it’s almost impossible they’re absorbing everything the story has to offer.

He likes to think of his beloved as being so enraptured by the book that they’re completely unaware of the real world around them, fully immersed in the story and becoming invested in the characters, the plot, the action, the everything. It’s just so fucking cute, and Aran has no issues asking about said books.

He doesn’t mind listening to his darling rant and rave about the text for hours on end, watching their face as they talk and talk, slowly opening up more and more as they discuss something they truly love. Speaking of watching, one of Aran’s favorite pastimes is to simply watch his darling read – he likes to see the way their eyebrow wrinkles when a character does something unexpected, the shock in their face as they read a cliffhanger, the way they bite their lip as the tension in the scene rises to almost unbearable levels.

It’s too much, really, because while Aran thinks it’s so very adorable, he has a darker, more perverse reason why he enjoys watching his darling’s face – it’s too easy to imagine the way those expressions could be morphed into something dirty, something lewd.

It’s remarkably easy to fantasize about the way they’d look when he presses inside of them, stretching them out as they tell him it’s too big, not gonna fit! He’s plagued by thoughts about his beloved, and having a bookish, almost nerdy darling would be perfect for him – in more ways than one.

Shy

Aran isn’t too picky with this particular trait either, though he openly admits that he tends to find himself attracted to those that are a bit more hesitant around new people.

Perhaps it’s the protector in him; he doesn’t like the idea of his darling constantly talking to new people, interacting with them and potentially developing feelings for them.

He doesn’t like that they could be chatting with any number of people, interacting with creeps and men with bad intentions that they wouldn’t even know about until it’s too late – it makes his skin crawl just thinking about it, anxiety sweltering in his gut.

And so, to have a darling that’s less inclined to speak to strangers is something Aran really, really likes. It means less worrying about his darling’s safety; why would a person with ill intentions go after someone skittish who won’t give them time a day when they could be going after someone who’s talkative, smiling at them and lowering their guard around them?

Aran couldn’t be happier; not only is it safer for his darling and much more convenient for him, but he loves how easily flustered his darling is. It’s oh so easy to compliment them and see them prickle up, their expression turning bashful as they murmur out a thanks or a compliment or their own, their voice getting all high and cute. It’s adorable, and sometimes it’s too much for Aran – he has to bite back a smile or cover his face, because his heart simply can’t take how fucking cute his darling is.

So really, while he could fall for a more talkative darling, a shier beloved is more his type – he wants to be the only one they talk to, the only who flusters them and makes them feel all gooey and warm inside, just as they make him feel.

It’s only fair his feelings are returned, right?

GENERAL YANDERE TRAITS:

 

Selfless

In general, Aran is absolutely whipped for you.

He’s quite literally head over heels for you – obsessed to the point that nearly all of his waking thoughts revolve around you, and a good portion of his sleeping thoughts as well.

He’s dreaming about you nearly every night, imagining your pretty face in his hands as he kisses you, your voice saying his name, how you’d laugh at his jokes and lean into his side as you watch movies together on the couch, the relaxing night slowly turning into something much more exciting as wandering hands and eager mouths begin to explore.

Aran loves the idea of loving you, and he’s surprisingly naturally quite romantic. He’s always been a bit of a sucker for those horrible romance movies; chick flicks, period pieces, anything with a strong romantic story line in it. He’s always idolized the idea of having someone to love, and as a result, once you step into his life, someone with whom he feels so strongly and passionately for, every cute date idea, romantic line he’s ever seen seems possible, real, important.

Once Aran’s feelings for you develop, he becomes more or less your personal servant. He lives to see you happy – your smile is the most beautiful thing he thinks he’s ever seen, and when it’s directed at him?

God, does it feel good to make a tall, buff, nationally known athlete fall to his knees simply because you looked at him?

Aran would do anything for you if you asked him to; he wants you to associate him with happiness and chivalry, and he’s willing to go to any length to get this association. He’s always trying to do things for you – he’s bringing you your favorite pastries from that bakery nearby the practice courts, telling you to not bother paying him back because ‘you’ll cover next time’, even though he’d rather die than let you pay for something of his.

He’ll always show up at your workplace with a somewhat bashful smile, the little cardboard box in his hands as you gasp and hug him, your smile lighting up your face as he gapes and stares at you like some teenage boy. He’s buying you little trinkets that remind him of you; anything you collect, little plushies that are adorable (just like you).

He’ll pick them up and smile down at them, thinking of how your hair looks like this plush’s, how your cheeks are so cute and round like this one’s, how this one looks almost exactly like you – a character from a TV show that he looks up once he gets home, if only because while the two of you are vastly different, he feels like he’s getting to watch you living out your life.

Fantasies cloud of his mind of living out your day to day with you, of getting to wake up with you in his arms, your messy bed head looking adorable as you snore slightly into his chest. He’s swinging by your place with groceries fairly often, things you didn’t know you needed, only to check and find that you’re much lower on than you thought you were, despite having sworn you checked it yesterday.

Aran doesn’t like to admit that he sometimes tampers with your supplies or basic ingredients just to give him an excuse to buy you something you need – he doesn’t like that it sounds invasive, but seeing your relieved smile and being invited in for a snack or dinner is so worth it. He’s always trying to buy you things, and while it initially made you uncomfortable that he spends so much money on you (and you know the items are expensive – the brand names and quality of the products more than speaks for itself), eventually you’ll stop scolding him for spending his salary almost exclusively on you.

It doesn’t deter him, and he always waves off your complaints, telling you that it’s a pleasure, plus I get to see your smile, so it’s more than worth it. That normally gets you to shut up, your ears feeling hot, only serving to make Aran find you even more adorable than before.

He’s willing to shell out serious amounts of money for anything you’d ever want – a new car? The most expensive one on the market? Of course, and he’ll even get all the fancy additional features that no one needs, like extensive stereo systems and cool gel leather seats.

You want a diamond bracelet costing upwards of thousands of dollars? You’ll find a pretty velvet box on your doorstep the next day, a bouquet of roses accompanying it along with a note that simply says you shine brighter than any diamond.

(He spent hours agonizing over what to write, and despite the corniness, he ultimately decided that maybe classically romantic things would win you over – besides, the words are true.)

Even outside of money, Aran is willing to do anything you’d ever need of him.

Your sink is leaking? He knows next to nothing about plumbing, but he’s quick to pour over dozens of online articles on what could be wrong, arriving at your apartment merely two hours after your frantic call, a toolbox in hand and a determination in his shoulders that you can’t argue with.

You’re struggling with a project for work? Well, Aran may not understand what it is you’re doing, but he’s right beside you as you work through the issue, rubbing your back and smiling at you, encouraging you with smile and compliments each time you make a small breakthrough.

He’ll be there at a moment’s notice, dropping literally everything just to run to your side, like a loyal puppy desperate for its master’s affection and approval.

And of course, Aran doesn’t expect anything in return – he hopes for your love, for you to think of him as your protector and greatest confidant, but he’ll never ask for money or time in return. He’s simply happy to just be of use to you, to feel wanted, needed, like you wouldn’t survive without him.

He’s always slipping into daydreams of ways you’d repay him, how you’d pepper kisses across his cheeks as a thanks for helping change your flat tire. He’s smiling bashfully as he imagines how you’d fuss over him and make him dinner after he’d moved something heavy in your apartment, maybe moving furniture of helping put it all together. He imagines the way you’d sink to your knees and insist on repaying him with pleasure, on making him feel because you make me feel good, too, Aran, and I wanna make you feel so good that all you can remember is my name…

He just wants you to view him as a necessary part of your life, and to see your attention on him and only him for a few moments – anything to get you thinking of him just as much as he thinks of you.

 

Clingy

Tying into his more selfless traits, once Aran’s feelings for you develop, it’ll be extremely difficult to avoid him. He’s never felt this overwhelmingly for someone before, and because you take up so much of his thoughts, he finds it incredibly difficult to not be thinking of you constantly, to be idly wondering what you’re doing, what you’re thinking about, who you’re with, what you’ll be doing next.

He’s obsessive in that he’s almost always got you on his mind, and consequently he finds himself just so ‘happening’ to run into you all the time. He knows the places you frequent – certain cafes or restaurants that you like, learning your orders and preferred drinks. He knows the times you tend to frequent them, suddenly finding that his schedule is – surprise – open during that time too!

He’ll always just be there; his presence isn’t intimidating to you in any way, and as a result it’ll take you quite a while to recognize just how often these ‘coincidences’ seem to happen. It’s nearly daily, with the spiker always feigning surprise that you’re there, because what are the chances?

And once your friendship (relationship, at least to Aran) progresses, slowly he’ll stop trying to make excuses and instead simply reach out to you. You’re getting texts almost every hour from him; questions of whether you’re free, designed to not only get you talking with him, but suggesting activities to do together.

He’ll ask you if you’re free and interested in going to the bookstore with him, because there’s this new series he’s heard about that’s supposed to be so good, and oh, what’s this? It’s the same series you’ve been anxiously waiting to be published? What a coincidence!

He’ll invite you out to get a drink with him and a few of his teammates, but aw what a shame, they can’t make it! They had to cancel at the last minute, but it would be a shame to waste a perfectly good night of drinking, wouldn’t it? So just sit down and let him buy you drink after drink, his face loosening up as time passes, letting some questionable things slip from his lips.

(Slurred words referring to you as his, telling you you’ve been on his mind all day, cheekily complimenting the blue panties he knows you’re wearing under your clothes, all things that seem strange but only make your alcohol infused brain shrug.)

You’re getting texts that are simply asking questions – they’re designed to get a conversation flowing between the two of you, so that your attention is sporadically on him and he can learn more about you. He’s asking you what animal you would be, what superpower you would have, if pineapple belongs on pizza, whether you want children, everything and anything under the sun.

He likes having you speak with him, if only because it makes him feel special, like – if only for a moment – he’s taking up as much of your thoughts as you do his. It’s a thought that makes his cheeks feel hot, his whole body tingling, his muscle tightening up as he stands up to walk and get fresh air because god, why is it so hot in here?

He’s sending you photos of things that reminded him of you throughout the day – a pretty wildflower, an aesthetically pleasing photo of the clouds, gifs of animals with hearts. He likes the way you respond to him so quickly, the three little dots appearing on his screen making his heart pound, nerves eating away at him because what will you say?

He gets simultaneously excited beyond belief and nearly ill every time his phone chimes, your responses making his palms sweat and his heart race because god, you took the time out of your day to respond to him, to give him enough thought to create an answer to his question?

And once you’re actually physically with him, Aran is in seventh heaven – he’s always in your personal space, though it’s difficult to grow mad at him when he’s giving you that shy smile, his words and voice like honey. His hands are always near you as well – he’ll never touch you, because despite how wonderful, euphoric his skin against yours feels, he doesn’t want you to find him creepy or invasive, so he keeps his hands to himself.

His fingers twitch occasionally, the urge to reach out and simply touch your soft skin, squeeze at the fat of your tummy or thighs nearly overwhelming him.

You won’t notice his clinginess much when you’re still unaware of his obsessive feelings towards you – he always seems to be around, but what’s the harm in that? Aran is nice, funny, attractive, a talented volleyball player, and seems to be interested in you, so what could you possibly be upset about?

But once he’s got you in the sanctity of his own apartment, your perspective on his clinginess will change drastically. Now that he’s bitten the bullet and plunged into the process of officially making you his, Aran sees no reason why he should hold back any longer.

Suddenly, he’s always beside you – his hands are on your waist or shoulders, idly playing with your hair or rubbing circles against your skin. You’re always in his lap or within touching distance, his dark eyes fixed on you ninety percent of the time.

He’s always wanting to do things with you; watching TV (often reruns of his games, with him sneaking anxious glances at your reactions each time he spikes a ball, hoping to see you impressed with his strength and skills), cooking together (he does everything involving cutting or heat, so you’re basically resigned to stirring and measuring duty), anything that involves contact between the two of you.

He’s lovesick, truly, and despite being suffocating once he’s got you under his roof, Aran’s not too terrible – he just wants to be with you, and is that such a crime?

Is it a crime to want to touch you, to kiss you and lick you and squeeze you and fuck you and make him your everything, just as you are his?

Protective

In general, Aran views himself as your provider. He likes the idea of being the stereotypical man that protects you from the world, whether that be through financially supporting you, giving you a nice, warm bed to sleep in, or keeping any creeps away from you.

He likes to feel important to you, as if he’s a vital part of your life, and as his obsession develops Aran slowly becomes dependent on this idea of himself being your provider.

He likes to pretend that everything he does affects you in some way – like his every action is for you, designed to keep you safe and make you happy.

When he gets up at the crack of dawn and enters the gym with his teammates for pre-practice working out, he’s fueled by the thought of growing his muscles and stamina so that he can better protect you. With every rep of bench presses, he’s forcing himself to go harder, to push more because in order to intimidate any guy stupid enough to approach you, he needs to look the part of the scary, strong boyfriend. To get any creep to leave you alone when they come wandering too close to you and make you uncomfortable, Aran needs to be able to easily throw them away, to easily pick them up or beat the shit out of them so that they get the fuck away from you, where they belong.

He’s training harder in volleyball practice, slamming the ball with a ferocity that makes the coach and his teammates slightly concerned, but Aran is doing it all for a purpose. The harder he trains, the more impressive his playing, and thus the more impressed you’ll be when you come to the next game he invites you to.

(He almost always invites you to watch his games; he gets you free tickets – they aren’t actually free, he just pays for them and lies saying he got a player discount – and despite how nerve-wracking it is to know you’re in the audience, hopefully watching him, it’s worth it to hear the cheering when he spikes. And if he tries hard enough, he can even pretend to hear your individual cheering out of the masses – chanting his name as loudly as you can, perhaps even your voice yelling I’m so proud of you, good job Aran…)

He’s cleaning himself up more for pre and post match interviews, hoping to look his best in case you’re watching, because he wants you to find him attractive, to think he’s handsome as a thin sheen of sweat lies on his forehead, his biceps nearly bulging out of the volleyball top uniform he’s sporting.

He’s wearing only large hoodies around his home, manifesting the idea that if he keeps wearing them, they’ll retain more of his natural smell, so that when you wear them later it’ll smell like him – you’ll smell like him.

He likes the idea that everything he does affects you in some way, and while it obviously doesn’t, it feeds his view of himself as being your provider, as giving you everything you need in order to be happy in life.

And of course, he takes this mindset into more literal terms with you as well – anytime the two of you are together, he’s employing everything he can think of to keep you safe.

When you’re walking along a sidewalk, he’ll be closer to the traffic, so that if a car happened to swerve off the road, he’d be injured instead of you. He’s holding doors open for you, making sure they don’t slam closed and catch your ankle or elbow.

He’s helping blow on your food to cool it down, because despite what you say it’s still too hot for you to eat, he’s sure.

It’s mildly embarrassing, and while you may think it’s strange how insistent he is on making sure you don’t hurt yourself, you likely won’t fight it too much. After all, if you were to ask him why he seemed to care so much, he’d only blanch and rub the back of his neck awkwardly, telling you that he just wants to help keep you safe. And isn’t that just so romantic and sweet? This big, strong, athletic man caring enough to keep you safe, to use his time and energy to make sure you’re taken care of, that you’re in pristine condition and happy.

It’s only natural to be flattered – who wouldn’t be? Except, once Aran lets his walls down a bit, exposing just how truly obsessed with you he’s become, it suddenly shifts from sweet to creepy very, very quickly.

What started as endearing when he’d walk on the traffic heavy side of the street becomes concerning when you learn he didn’t want anyone in the cars to see you, because what if someone saw you and decided to pursue you, breaking your heart and stringing you along in the process? Besides, wouldn’t it be just so much better if no one else knew you, if Aran was all you had? At least then he’d know you wouldn’t be associating yourself with the wrong sort of people.

What started as a sweet gesture when he’d gotten you the pocket taster to keep in your purse suddenly becomes much more sinister when you discover the tracking device placed into the taser’s side, designed to help him keep tabs on your location discreetly, so that you wouldn’t know.

Once you’re trapped inside his home, every desire, thought, fantasy and urge coming to light, you’ll know that Aran is not nearly the protector he claims to be – at least, in some ways. Of course, he’s largely successful in making sure you don’t get harmed. He won’t let you near anything sharp or hot, always supervising when you’re in the kitchen or supplies that have even the potential to injure you.

He’s always playing guard dog to you, making sure you’re happy and safe, and that nothing and no one can touch you. You’re his, and while it makes him giddy and light headed to think of himself as your protector, don’t think this role is entirely selfless – if you were to be hurt, killed, altered in any way that changed the core of who you are, Aran wouldn’t be able to function.

You just mean too much to him – you’re his life, his love, and he’ll be damned if he’ll let you walk away, scathed or unscathed. You’re just too precious to him, and isn’t that just so damn romantic?

 

DEALING WITH RIVALS:

 

When it comes to dealing with rivals for your affection, Aran is surprisingly good at controlling himself.

He’s not a particularly forceful yandere; in general, he wants you to want him. He wants you to be in a relationship with him because you deem him a worthy partner, because you’re in love with him and want to spend every waking moment by his side.

He doesn’t like the prospect of isolating you – there’s something underhanded and dirty about getting you to be his that way. There’s something cheap about not letting you have any contact with any other men in your life, or women for that matter. He’s not naïve; he understands that you’re gorgeous, that other people are more than likely interested in you too.

And how could they not be? Aran worships the ground you walk on, and is it so strange to assume that other men likely do the same?

He knows that he’s not the only one vying for your attention and heart, but this only furthers his reasoning that he wants you to want him, that he wants you to choose him. And so, while it kills him inside, Aran doesn’t outwardly try to run off his competition. He’s not immediately threatening the men that stare longingly at you, their palms sweaty as they slowly build up the courage to approach you and talk to you. It hurts his heart, yes, and it’s the worst torture he can imagine to watch, but he has to.

It makes every muscle in his body seize up as his dark eyes bore into the back of the man chatting with you, his frame so rigid that passerbys are concerned, even asking him if he’s alright. It makes his lungs feel like they’re being crushed, the breath difficult to suck in, his every bit of attention devoted to simply watching, praying that you don’t fall victim to the man’s charms, that you won’t be wooed by his clearly inadequate attempts at flattering you.

He’ll be mentally chanting that this stranger, this piece of shit, doesn’t deserve someone as lovely as you. They’ll never be able to care for you like he can; no one knows you as well, no one is willing to go to such extreme lengths to make you happy.

He’ll always be watching, if only because he’s always slightly on edge – not even just out of fear that you’ll develop interest in another man, but simply because he’s terrified that you’ll somehow be hurt. He’s scared that you’ll be taken advantage of, that this man will reach out and touch you, that you’ll develop bruises and scream and cry because Aran couldn’t protect you like he’s supposed to.

He’s scared that if he looks away for even one moment, you’ll disappear, gone forever, the love of his life. It’s a horrible feeling, one that claws at his chest and eats at his heart, but Aran almost thinks the torture of watching is worth it. It strengthens his love for you, and with every refusal you give, every awkward smile and lame excuse of why you need to be going, he feels his chest swell with pride.

You want him, he’s sure of it. Why would you be denying so many other men if you weren’t already in love with the spiker himself? It’s obvious, and while it hurts more than anything he’s ever experienced, Aran has to let other men approach you, at least unless they hurt you.

It’s the only way to know for sure that you’re his.

Aran frowns as he notices the way the man behind you in line keeps glancing at you. You’re still waiting to order your sandwich, the line at the deli decidedly long. Aran already had his – you’d claimed you weren’t hungry, and despite Aran’s insistence, you didn’t allow him to buy you any food.

However, as you watched him eat his sandwich, something in your attitude must’ve changed – you should’ve let him wait in line for you, to pay for the sandwich he knows is your favorite, but you didn’t.

He should’ve insisted more, been more forceful, but it’s too late now – most definitely too late as the man behind you puffs up his chest, clearing his throat and telling you something. You jump slightly and turn around to face him, a small smile on your face as you answer whatever question he’d asked you.

Aran’s too far away to hear what you’re saying, but with the way the man laughs, he can’t help tightening his hand into a fist under the table. His blunt nails dig into his palm, surely leaving indents in the calloused skin, but he can’t find it in himself to care. His gaze is fixed on you, his sandwich pathetically forgotten on the deli paper before him. His lips are slightly parted as he watches, murmuring under his breath to ignore him, ignore him please, don’t laugh at his jokes, don’t smile at him, stop touching her…

He doesn’t even realize he’s speaking, but it hardly matters – because despite smiling at his joke, the man doesn’t seem to realize that you aren’t nearly as interested as he thinks, because a moment later he’s reaching out and lightly touching your arm.

You recoil immediately, shrinking back slightly as your smile turns tight, and suddenly the air in the room has returned, Aran heaving a massive, massive sigh because you obviously don’t want him to touch you. You obviously don’t want his filthy hands on you – but you do want Aran’s, if the way you let him touch you is anything. You don’t shy away from his small touches; a hand on your back to guide you, a pat on your head when he calls you short or fun-sized because he knows it annoys you. He bounces his foot against the ground, internally swearing that the line would just hurry the fuck up, so that you can come back and get away from the man who has now fallen quiet, fishing in his wallet for nothing.

You order your sandwich, keeping your back to the stranger, and as you return, the intensity in Aran’s gaze surprises you.

Those dark eyes are fixed directly on you, not wavering even the slightest bit, and a small shiver wracks your spine because fuck, why does his gaze feel so heavy and crushing?

You shrug it off, however, when he smiles at you, the grin so bright that it almost blinds you. There’s something making him indescribably happy, you can tell, but you don’t know what. You make some comment about him not having finished his sandwich yet, but Aran doesn’t pay any attention – he’s too focused on the fact that you didn’t want that man.

You rejected him essentially, and instead chose to come stay with him, with Aran, the only one who really loves you. He’s too lost in his fantasy happy land to return the teases you give him, instead relishing in the the warm, fluttery feeling in his heart, his eyes occasionally darting to the other man to watch him hurriedly walk out of the sandwich shop, sending you a last cursory glance before slamming the door behind him.

Pride swells in Aran’s chest, and once you’ve both finished, he’s quick to place his hand on the small of your back, opening up the door for you. And to his intense happiness, you don’t flinch. You let him touch you, let him guide you, let him care for you and lead you out onto the busy street.

He’s in heaven, and as he smiles like a fool, you won’t suspect a thing. He’s always been so happy, it’s just who he is – his labored breathing and the excited, desperate twitch of his fingers to keep touching you has nothing to do with you, right?

TAKING HIS DARLING AWAY:

 

Because many aspects of Aran’s relationship with you are normal, kidnapping you isn’t something that crosses his mind until very, very late into his obsession with you.

He likes the idea of keeping things somewhat natural between the two of you; organic and warm, with nothing too forced. He wants to woo you, to have that perfect romantic courtship where he brings you flowers, making you flustered, takes you on lavish dates by candlelight at the most expensive and exclusive restaurants in town because he can afford it.

He wants you to feel spoiled and loved, and most of all he wants you to choose to be with him. He wants you to want him out of all the other men you know, for you to decide that he’s the one for you just as he knows you are for him.

And so, while the idea of having you knowingly in his home, kept safe, pristine, and his is extremely appealing, Aran struggles to let go of his desire for your willingness in the arrangement.

He can’t deny that having you stuck at home, spending your days safely under lock and key gets him feeling strangely domestic, butterflies igniting in his stomach as he bites back a smile, his cheeks feeling hot. He’s always daydreaming about how you’d look so pretty chopping up vegetables in the kitchen when he gets home, maybe a cute apron around your waist as you hum and sing to yourself, only stopping when he hugs you from behind, letting yourself melt into his arms.

(Of course, he’d never let you actually chop anything alone – too scared of you cutting yourself with the knife, but the fantasy is still appealing.)

He’s fantasizing about you doing the laundry, him coming home to a house that smells like detergent and new sheets on the bed; soft, warm, and oh so pristine.

(Though, they won’t be by the time the night is through – you’ll have to scrub out the new white stains, but that’s nothing new.)

He’s imagining the way you’d lay your head on his chest while you shovel popcorn into your mouth, the wool blanket strewn over the both of you making him feel all warm and fuzzy as you stare intently at the TV screen, the movie he'd chosen capturing your interest perfectly.

He’s got all kinds of domestic fantasies in his head, and Aran is terrified that by kidnapping you, he’s ruining any chance of any and all of these daydreams from becoming real. He’s too attached to the idea of seeing you with his baby on your hip, your pretty face smiling at him while you coo at the child, nursing it and telling him that you were wondering if you could take Friday off, I’ve been feeling awfully lonely around the house, and the baby’s normally asleep for a few hours during the afternoon – maybe we could break in those new sheets we got last month?

He’s too attached to the idea of having a normal, healthy, perfect life with you to really seriously consider forcibly relocating you.

However, Aran is nothing if not practical – and so, while it pains him immensely to do so, if something serious were to happen to you, he’d be left with no choice but to steal you away. It’d have to be something quite significant, however; perhaps an attempted home invasion, or a robbery, or maybe you were hit by a car or contracted some horrible virus that meant you needed care at all hours of the day.

Whatever the reason may be, he’ll be sighing and wringing his hands, but nonetheless gathering the softest rope he can find, setting up pillows in the back of his car so that you’re comfortable on the ride over, even going so far as to keep his face covered during the event, so that he can perhaps fabricate some story of how he was saving you from another robbery – and isn’t he just such a good guy for doing that?

For being so considerate, kind, being your knight in shining armor?

As a captor, Aran can be described mostly as incredibly giving. In a lot of ways, you’ll be terribly, rottenly spoiled; he’s giving you anything and everything he can think of.

When you initially wake up in his home, terrified and changed into a set of clean, soft pajamas (though thankfully your panties and bra are still on, helping relieve your anxiety just slightly), you’ll notice immediately how lavish the bedroom you’re in is.

The walls are a pretty emerald color, mahogany drawers and dressers sitting along the wall. There’s a window – it’s easily six feet tall and six feet wide, with a window seat and big, billowy white curtains, though there’s something odd about the glass – you get up to examine it, only to find it feels brittle, harder, even flexible. (Bulletproof glass, you later learn, placed there in case you got any ideas about braving the twenty story jump.)

All sizes and shapes of pillows adorn the bed, the best quality sheets and a heavy comforter that traps heat so well you’ll nearly be sweating in December. The closet is full of pretty clothing you don’t recognize; all colors you love, neutral pieces that flatter your form and make you feel more expensive than you’ve ever felt in your life.

Aran’s only buying the best quality food, always making sure you have a healthy balance of vegetables, protein and carbs, even occasionally indulging you with exquisite chocolates and pastries. He’s always got music playing in every room of the apartment; quietly, so as not to distract you, but you’ll notice it’s a playlist of your favorite songs. The ones that relax you, that make you smile, that bring back sentimental memories.

He’s got all the supplies for your hobbies set up in ‘your room’, as he likes to call it. Anything from easels and paint brushes to a baby grand piano will reside in the room, and despite your pleas for him to not spend so much money on you, Aran will just laugh and poke your nose lightly, telling you to not worry, that he’s got more than enough money to buy a pretty lady like you pretty things.

He just wants you to be as happy as humanly possible, and while he knows you’ll always be at least a little bit unhappy, he’s hopeful that he can help make it up to you by being the perfect partner – indulging you in all the romantic cliches and dreams you may have had when you were young.

Besides, he’s a romantic at heart, and while it feels maybe just a tad bit overkill to have the rose petals on the table and candlelight as you share a meal he cooked, Aran doesn’t care. Because when you’re wearing the dress he custom ordered for you, your curves looking magnificent and your face so warm and flustered, how can he care about anything at all except this moment?

He spoils you, yes, but you’ll not forget your kidnapped immediately – no, you can’t, not when he’s insisting you share a bed from the beginning. He’ll never try to touch you or force you into anything, but his insistence on letting him cuddle you, on letting him place a hand to your hip while you drift into sleep with your face pressed against his chest is perhaps not your first choice for how to sleep.

But really, aside from a few small quirks of Aran, you’ll find yourself growing disturbingly comfortable disturbingly fast. After all, he’s a charmer – and though you may try to hate him for kidnapping you, for being so horribly, disgustingly, wonderfully obsessed with you, he’s like a puppy.

One desperate for your affection, always bringing you a new bone or toy, and one who’ll do anything for you at a moment’s command. So really, just let him pamper you, let him spoil you, even if it makes you uncomfortable.

It makes him happy, and he’s sure eventually it’ll make you happy, too – and won’t it? Won’t it, really?

PUNISHMENTS:

 

Aran doesn’t ‘do’ punishments.

They just simply aren’t his thing – he wants you to love him, for your relationship to develop as organically as it possibly can (considering he’s kidnapped you and essentially been stalking you for months, of course), and the concept of disciplining you for misbehaving doesn’t fit his hopes for a normal, healthy relationship.

And so, Aran is really quite lenient when it comes to you – he doesn’t get mad very often, instead preferring to keep a steady, calm disposition, because if he wants the best possible chance of you falling in love with him, doesn’t it make more sense to be calm, happy, warm?

Doesn’t it make more sense for him to approach you with loving arms, gentle touches, soft smiles that make your cheeks heat up, that get your stomach feeling fluttery and light because fuck, has anyone ever looked at you with so much adoration and unfiltered joy?

It’s overwhelming, and for the most part Aran’s method of not punishing you works exactly as he wants it to. It’s not long before you’re moving past your hatred of him for ruining your life by stealing it for himself, and while you hope to never forgive him for what he’s done, you’re looking past it remarkably fast.

Too fast, you could even say, though with every compliment he gives you, it becomes harder to find issue with this development. With every hand picked present that you’re sure is much too expensive being given to you with that flustered, wide grin on his face, you’ll slowly find yourself forgetting about the rage you promised yourself you’d never forget.

It’s scary, really, how he’s able to mold you into what you hoped you’d never become – loving, submissive to him, wanting to please him so that the love and care you’ve come to grow addicted to is never cruelly ripped away from you.

It’s terrifying just how easily Aran is able to mold you into his ideal lover; he’s not trying to change you by any means, but after a few months with him, you’ll discover that you don’t fully recognize yourself anymore. He isn’t trying to break you down and rebuild your personality to be exactly what he wants, if only because he already loves you exactly the way you are – why would he change anything?

And yet, despite him not trying to, it’s impossible to ignore the way you’ve never been this happy before.

When you look in the mirror, you’ll find yourself smiling much more than you used to; there’s laugh lines starting to appear on your cheeks, surely formed from all the horrible jokes and sweet nothing Aran whispers in your ear with that dashing smile and those callused, gentle hands caressing your body against him.

You’ll discover that you look healthier than you ever have before – your body looks to be at a good, manageable weight, your hair shiny and healthy, your skin cleaner than you remember it being when you were on your own.

And really, who do you have to blame but Aran?

He’s so diligent in taking care of you, so loving and overwhelmingly giving when it comes to making you happy and healthy that you really can’t ignore the way your body and mind has changed. You feel happy, loved – by your captor, no less.

And so while you may have initially been so, so enraged and terrified of him for stealing you away from your old life, eventually the rage will subside, your love and devotion to him taking its place. Aran couldn’t be happier; this is exactly what he wanted, and seeing the way you morph into greeting him when he returns home from practice with a big hug and a flurry of kisses against his cheeks and lips couldn’t be more appreciated.

He just really, really loves you, but that isn’t to say the beginning of your relationship was more rocky, your behavior and feelings towards him not even a shadow of what they are now.

Even at the beginning, Aran was never one to actually hurt you. He hates the idea of physically touching you in anything other than love or in teasing, and so he absolutely refuses to harm you, to punch or scratch or slap or bruise you.

(You’ll notice early on into your intimate life with him that bruises are left often, but only because Aran needs you as close as physically possible when he’s fucking you, keeping your warm body next to his without an inch of space because god, how can you feel so damn good?)

And so, even when Aran gets mad (which is already a rare occurrence), you’ll never have to worry about being on the receiving end of a swinging fist, or having blood pooling anywhere on your body.

He would die before he harms you in that way – it would break him, truly, to the point where he may actually consider ending his life, but only if yours is taken alongside his as well, so that the both of you can be together in life and death.

And so, when Aran does get mad, he’s not even trying to punish you.

A few things can set him off – the main one being any sort of an escape attempt by you.

He’s livid the first few times you try this; he understands why, rationally, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less. You’re trying to escape him, to run away from him, clearly showing you aren’t happy. And why aren’t you happy? Doesn’t he give you everything he possibly can, everything you could possibly want?

What more is there for him to give you – he’s already given you his heart, body and soul?

Sunlight is streaming through the window when Aran wakes up, his lashes fluttering as his face scrunches up into a grimace, the bright light not welcome. He groans, rolling over onto his side and instinctually reaching for you – he always sleeps with you in his arms, your warm body against his. He finds it helps him sleep, and often he’ll wait until you drift into a slumber before he stares at your face, tracing the lines of your lips and cheeks with his thumb while he marvels at how beautiful you are.

Except his hands don’t feel you. His eyes shoot open, and at the empty space where your body should be in the bed, immediately he’s bolting out of bed, scrambling to open the bedroom door. The boxers he’s wearing are haphazardly on his hips, and normally he’d be embarrassed that you see him in such a messy state, but he doesn’t fucking care.

Where are you? You’re never up before him – it’s five o’clock in the morning for Christ’s sake, you’re surely not making breakfast.

He’s quick to check the living room, seeing no sign of you anywhere. The kitchen is next, and while he’s relieved to not find a lifeless you bleeding out on the floor, it does little to calm his anxiety.

It’s only once he reaches the front door that he sees you – you’re on your knees, hands desperately working the bobby pin at the deadbolt’s lock, your movements frantic yet obviously trying to stay silent.

Aran stares for a moment, before his face hardens, his legs bursting forward as he scoops you up into his arms. You yelp and kick at him, telling him to let you go as you thrash, but with your every move Aran only finds himself getting more and more angry.

Soon he’s setting you down on the couch (not nearly as gently as he normally does, you distantly note), before taking a few steps back, his dark eyes fixed on you. He’s rubbing at his temples, clutching at his jaw, shaking his head and murmuring something under his breath that you don’t hear.

You’re mad, too, and your mouth opens as you prepare to accuse him. Why did you stop me? I was so close Aran, so close to getting out of this goddamn apartment!

And that’s it, really – it’s enough to have the extremely thin control over his rage snapping off. Why the hell are you trying to leave? What’s wrong with you?

He’s yelling, his voice so loud that you physically cower back into the couch, the cushions soft but not enough. You’ve never heard him sound like this before; this angry, this hurt. His fists are clenched at his sides, the muscles in his torso and arms visibly flexing as he continues on.

I do everything for you, do you understand? I give you every fucking thing I own – my heart, my money, my home, my love! And you what? You squander it? Throw it away like it means nothing? How ungrateful can you be?

He’s lost himself, he knows it, and yet he can’t stop. The prospect of you running away from him is just too much – he's tried too damn hard to get you to love him, to woo you for you to even think of leaving him behind. How can he survive without you?

He’s still yelling, but you’re not listening anymore. You can’t, not as a stinging, hot sensation in your nose leads to tears, your sniffles and small hiccups going ignored by Aran as he continues on.

It’s euphoric, in a way, expressing himself, but as his dark gaze moves from the ceiling (which he’d been yelling at) and towards you, the words die in his throat. Your hands are at your eyes, wiping away the tears as you sob, the emotions overflowing you. The yelling, the escape attempt, the months of trying to repress the way your desire to leave was slowly dwindling was all just too damn much –

You didn’t even realize it had gone quiet in the room until Aran’s arms are around you, your smaller body pressed against his broad chest. His face is against your neck, and you see his shoulders shaking slightly.

You wonder if he’s crying, too.

It’s silent for a few moments as your tears continue to flow, but you hug him back slowly, whispering in a dry, hiccupy voice that you’re s-sorry Aran, ‘m so sorry, I don’t – I don’t know why I tried to leave, I’m happy here. I wanna stay with you, please let me stay with you, please d-don’t leave me, please!

Your arms are fully around him now, clutching onto him with as much vigor as he you, and Aran stiffens slightly. He shouldn’t have yelled at you; that was uncalled for, and he’d made you fucking cry, something that was making him feeling physically ill. And yet, you were saying you didn’t want him to leave you, that you want to stay with him, that you’re happy…

And sure, maybe it’s a ploy to calm him down, but Aran doesn’t care. How can he, when you’re separating after a few moments, a small, sad smile on his lips as he wipes away your tears with his thumb, his voice much softer as he tells you I’ll never leave you, I promise. Shh, shh, it’s okay, I love you, I’ll never let you go. Now c’mere, I’m makin’ us a bath.

He’s quick to call out of practice that morning, settling you into the large white tub in front of him, your head leaning on his chest as the scent of lavender surrounds you both.

He holds you, letting you get the last few tears out, all the while reminding you that he loves you, you’re perfect, you’re his everything, and how can a man live without his whole world?

OVERALL DANGER:

Overall rating: 4/10

Aran really isn’t so much dangerous as he is effective. He’s not intentionally manipulative – no, of course not.

He doesn’t want to trick you into anything, to lure you into falling in love with him. No, he wants your heart honestly, to have you falling in love with him on your own terms, in your own time, so that when you do eventually make him your world, you’re doing so willingly.

However, Aran isn’t adverse to helping you along the path; he’s spending time with you, complimenting you as often as he can, buying you expensive gifts and taking you out on dates (though, you’re never quite sure if he means them romantically or platonically, and you’re almost too scared to ask), anything he can think of that’ll have you falling for him. He just wants you to enjoy being around him, to crave him like he craves you, to return the level of sick devotion he holds for you.

You’re perfect; genuinely everything he could want in a woman, and while it’s a bit embarrassing how horribly whipped and desperate he is for your attention and validation, Aran slowly begins finding that he doesn’t care.

After all, how can anything else besides your love matter?

How can he find it in himself to care whether he comes off as pathetic when he sends you a bouquet of roses on your birthday, the pretty card he spent hours writing (both to solidify what he wanted to write, and also to practice his cursive so you’d think it’s pretty and worth keeping) describing how beautiful you are, how he’d love nothing more than to hold you, kiss you, mark you up so that no other man could ever take you?

Aran slowly loses himself to his obsession with you, and while he’s not particularly delusional or violent, Aran is dedicated. So much so that it’s almost futile to run from his love – he will eventually have you falling for him, returning his feelings whether you realize it or not.

And he couldn’t be happier; the day you willingly return his hugs, initiate kisses, grind down on him with that tight fucking pussy is the happiest day of his life.

Because it means you want him, and who doesn’t like being wanted? Especially by the woman they’ve spent years pining for, obsessing over, watching and fantasizing about like some lovesick teenage boy?

Not even an upstanding man like Aran would resist that – so congratulations, because once he’s hooked, he’s never, ever letting you go.

#_lee's profiles #_general profiles #_inarizaki #_aran ojiro #yandere haikyuu #yandere aran ojiro #haikyuu x reader

[punching-obsession]

So what is the meeting greet with a younger fan probably younger than Little Mac maybe being 14 like being absolutely adored by the boxers and basically all of them fighting for your attention because they're just a sweetheart bonus points if you want to add your OCS

These can be headcanons or a fanfic whatever you want

I’ll add one oc of mine and these will be headcannons also I didn’t add king hippo since idk it just feel weird to write him as a yandere but I’ll add him if you want! And the oc will be one just for this blog,I’ll talk more about them later!(Its an fan made circuit I made for this oc and their group) also if I forgot anyone tell me!

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy relationship, abusive relationship, unhealthy behavior, abusive behavior, Threatening,THIS IS ALL FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES I DO NOT SUPPORT ANYTHING IN HERE!

Glass joe!

•He adores you as he is often ridiculed by others to the amount of times he’s lost

•you being at his fights motivates him to do better even tho he still fails you were cheering him on

•be expected to have tickets already ready for his next match for you

•Everyone thinks your his kid but you aren’t and why they think that if because of how often you are with him and how parental he acts

•He gets jealous when he finds out the other boxers have your attention

Von Kaiser!

•He finds it cute how you are at every show he fights

•will ruffle your hair and say something in German like ‘Thank you for all the support tiny one’

•Yes he call you mother fucking Tiny one

•Be ready to train with him if your parent lets him,he’ll go easy on you

•Worried how you even get money for his matches because your 14 and can’t have a job yet(From where I am you have to be 16 so yeah)

•He’s so passive aggressive to Joe whenever he’s near you because he needs to understand your HIS kid

•Gets so fucking pissed when he finds out you go to other boxers matches

DISCO KID!

•He finds you adorable and cute for how much you cheer him on

•SO MUCH DANCE LESSONS

•He’ll hold you on his shoulders randomly

•Becomes your babysitter because your parents trust him for some reason!

•Just throws shade at Joe and Von whenever he can

•HES JEALOUS AND PISSED OFF THE OTHER BOXERS GOT YOUR ATTENTION (Even tho he has most because he’s your babysitter and is with you at all Matches)

MAJOR CIRCUIT

Piston hondo!

•he finds you quite Interesting because he sees you at every match he does but also cute

•So much hair ruffles

•He’ll teach you to speak Japanese so you can understand him

•Threatening the other three boxers whenever you aren’t paying attention

•Be ready for everyone to think your his sister/brother/sibling because of how you act around each other

•He gets possessive after he finds out you give other boxers your attention

Bear hugger!

•He thinks your cute and dedicated he likes that!

•So much maple syrup from him,YOUR PARENTS DONT KNOW WHERE TO PUT THEM!

•He introduces you to the animals who trained him

•He made you a replica of his beanie that came with A FUCKING RACOON! :)

•He also throws passive aggressive stuff at the other boxers because why the hell are they taking your attention!?

•Be ready for this fucker to ‘accidentally’ throw his gloves at the other boxers when he finds out you give them attention

Great tiger!

•THIS COCKY ASSHOLE(who’s my favorite) SEES YOU AS A 4 YEAR OLD KNOWING DAMN WELL YOUR 14 YEARS OLD!!!

•jokingly teases you

•Will mess up your hair on purpose

•No one knows who your related to now because everyone sees how each boxer acts with you

•Will let you sit on his flying carpet while he makes sure you don’t FUCKING die

•Will almost start fights with the other boxer for attention

•HES PISSED WHEN OTJER BOXERS GET YOUR ATTENTION!

Don flamenco!

•He’s somehow the most calmest boxer out of all these fuckers

•People refuses to believe that you aren’t his child because he’s basically your new dad

•Carmen loves you as well she sees you as her child

•Carmen taught you to make flower crowns and when you made one you put it on Don’s hair,he still has it

•the boxer have to deal with him having the anger of a dad and he has almost fought them

•Gets jealous whenever some other boxer

WORLD CHAMPIONSHIPS

Aran Ryan!

•SO MUCH CHAOS!!

•Fucker he’s stealing you every time he sees you and is done with his matches

•He’s teaching you how to cheat even tho he shouldn’t be doing that and he know it

•he gives you anything that has seven stuff or has the number seven because ya know,lucky number seven

•He has to be held back around the boxers because he’ll try and kill them!!

•gets so anger and jealous others get your attention!

Soda popinski!

•He gives you soda but not much because he cares about your health :]

•will put you on his shoulders and walk around as if he hadn’t just stolen you from your babysitter lol

•He thinks you like a kitten or a fragile doll so he treats you like your break any moment

•He’s smashed his bottles on the other boxers head whenever he gets jealous at them

•Teaches you Russian

•Be prepared for some anger Russian cussing whenever you give others attention

Bald bull!

•He’s always calm around you

•he’ll call you ‘tiny bull’ only

•Hates your babysitter so much

•He’ll fight anyone who steal your attention from him because he does that like all boxer do

•At this point you know the drill he’s jealous the other boxers get your attention

Super macho man!(kinda hate this man ngl)

•He’ll let you hang off his arm and swing on it when your bored

•So much pictures with him to the point you may need glasses like me

•will let you wear his glasses if your eyes hurt from taking pictures

•Hes that cool uncle no one likes except the kids do

•Will buy you stuff like a shit ton

•Hes fighting with the other boxers to not notice your giving your attention to someone else

MR SAND MAN!

•He carry’s you on his shoulder

•your mostly with him when the boxer are fighting

•He acts like that chil step dad

•Checks up on you whenever he can to make sure you aren’t overwhelmed

•He has to stop the fights with the boxers!

THE CIRCUS!(Btw it’s just 2 oc’s even tho the circus is hella big)

Ring master!

•Ring master finds you cute

•Often times ring master will dress you up like a mini her and do you makeup (if you want any ofc) like Hera

•Everyone calls you ‘Mini ring’ as a nickname because of the ring master

•She’s the mom figure because she’ll help you with homework often

•The circus isn’t really like by a few boxers so when they find out you are hanging with ALL the circus they get pissed

•She doesn’t care about the other boxers and honestly doesn’t even try and fight them she tries to be nice for your sake!

Swan Diver

•oh she just finds you so adorable

•Be ready for her to swoop you up into the air because she’s one of the acrobatics

•Will dress you up as a mini her but make adjustments for your comfort

•She’s also one of your baby sitters because your parents love how she acts

•She’s that sister who’s alway happy and loves you but will tease the hell out of you!

•Will cuss out the other boxers in her native language

•She calls you ‘duckling’

#fighting love #>logan/tina< #yandere punch out #gn reader #yandere x gn reader #🥊fighter obsession🥊 #gender netural reader #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #🇯🇵piston hondo🇯🇵 #⏳mr.sandman⏳ #🇫🇷glass joe🇫🇷 #🇩🇪Von Kaiser🇩🇪 #📸Super macho man📸 #☘️Aran Ryan☘️ #🌹don flamenco🌹 #🐯great tiger🐯 #🥤soda popinski🥤 #🐻 Bear Hugger🐻 #🐂bald bull🐂 #🪩disco kid🪩 #yandere headcanons #🎪swan diver🎡 #🎡Ring master🎪

[yanderes-galore]

I request for yandere samus (id honestly let her kidnap me ngl)

Lmao, sure-

Yandere! Samus Aran Concept

(Metroid Series)

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Kidnapping, Manipulation, Forced relationship, Murder mention, Overprotective behavior, Forced relationship, Past character death, PTSD if you squint.

- Samus is an interesting character to tackle.

- The woman has spent her life traveling space and saving the universe multiple times.

- She isn't very experienced in human contact, not talking much or having any idea of how to interact with other people of her kind due to being alone for so long.

- Samus would be Protective, Obsessive, Controlling, and Manipulative once she finds someone she feels she can really connect with.

- She's been through many missions, meeting you could be in so many ways.

- No matter how you meet she most likely invites you onto her ship for company.

- Little did you know, once you got on that ship, your life would change.

- Most likely for the worse.

- Samus is notably awkward when trying to communicate with you.

- You rarely see the bounty hunter out of her armor, only really seeing her gaze through the green tinted visor.

- She's always intense when it comes to you.

- Often staring and attempting to speak before hesitating.

- She does speak she just prefers not to.

- Some days you'll only ever get nods or her shaking her head to your words.

- Samus is nice to be around, but her behavior can be suffocating.

- You barely get to leave the Gunship she has when she's on missions, worried you'll be put in danger.

- If someone else is in the Gunship with you and her, she keeps a close eye on them.

- One wrong move and they'll have an arm cannon in their face.

- Samus is protective for the most part because she's been alone most of her life.

- Ridley had killed her family, now she's drifting through space taking mission after mission to get by.

- Speaking of which, Samus would just about have a heart attack if Ridley found you.

- She'd rather die than have that beast touch a hair on your head.

- Same goes for anyone else.

- If anyone hurts you, Samus will find a way to swiftly end them.

- She doesn't care who they are, they'll be gone by the time she finds them.

- Samus is obsessive because of the same reason she's protective.

- The lack of human contact can really affect the bounty hunter.

- Coupled with the near death experiences she keeps having every mission, she grows to find comfort in you when she sees you.

- Nothing's taking you away from her.

- Not even you yourself.

- This makes Samus controlling.

- She refuses to let you leave, ever.

- Need fresh air? She needs to be with you on the planet.

- Want to talk to others? Why? There's no one else but her....

- What about asking her to back off from you and allow you to breathe?

- No can do!

- You bring the bounty hunter comfort.

- If she has to force you in her arms then she sees no reason on why she shouldn't.

- Samus is strong and manipulative.

- Once she knows she has feelings for you, you're in trouble.

- You get to see her out of her armor a lot more... she's also unusually soft compared to her usual stoic behavior.

- Those blue eyes stare you down as she lightly touches your face.

- She isn't sure how to approach these feelings... but she knows you're the cause of them.

- She doesn't care that she kidnapped you.

- She also doesn't care if she comes off forceful.

- Samus is tired of being alone in this galaxy...

- Now that she has you, willingly or not, she feels much happier.

#yandere metroid #yandere samus aran

[milaisreading]

I really want to write for Haikyuu rn, but I have somewhat of a writer's block and I like doing requestsa lot more tbh.

If someone has any requests, please send :)

Rules:

Please be 18+, otherwise I won't look much into the request if it's Yandere or a more mature theme. Requests are only open for Haikyuu now, for these characters, but you can request for others who are not on the list. Just know that this request might take longer to be done. Don't be disrespectful.

Tag list:

Please let me know if you want to be added to my tag list :)

MASTERLIST:

Characters I write for:

Karasuno

Kageyama Tobio

Hinata Shoyo

Sawamura Daichi

Sugawara Koushi

Azumane Asahi

Nishinoya Yuu

Tanaka Ryuunosuke

Yamaguchi Tadashi

Tsukishima Kei

Seijoh

Oikawa Tooru

Iwaizumi Hajime

Matsukawa Issei

Hanamaki Takahiro

Nekoma

Tetsuro Kuroo

Kozume Kenma

Yaku Morisuke

Haiba Lev

Yamamoto Taketora

Fukurodani

Bokuto Koutarou

Akaashi Keiji

Shiratorizawa

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Tendou Satori

Semi Eita

Goshiki Tsutomu

Yamagata Hayato

Shirabu Kenjiro

Inarizaki

Kita Shinsuke

Aran Ojiro

Suna Rintaro

Miya Osamu

Miya Atsumu

Itachiyama

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Komori Motoya

Kamomedai

Kourai Hoshiumi

Sachiro Hirugami

MSBY BLACK JACKALS

Shugo Meian

Schweiden Adlers

Hirugami Fukuro

Romero Nicollas

#haikyuu anime #haikyuu manga #haikyuu requests #haikyuu x reader #kageyama tobio #hinata shoyo #haikyuu kuroo #kenma #haikyuu miya atsumu #miya osamu #kita shinsuke #aran ojiro #suna rintarō #bokuto koutarou #oikawa tōru #hq iwaizumi #akaashi keiji #yandere haikyuu #haikyuu dark content #please request #msby black jackal #schweiden adlers #hq hirugami #hoshiumi kourai

[dollmoth-productions]

HEY YES IM BACK AGAIN I CANNOT GET TBIS OUT MY HEAD!!! Can I request three boxers of your choice (platonic) with a teenage reader who flips a coin for decision. Like if someone asked if they wanted to watch movies with them they flip the coin. Heads meaning no and Tails meaning yes. Oh Y/N also is seen intimidating because often they have a straight unreadable face but they are the nicest person ever!!!

OKAY BYE FRIEND!!!

yup yup

⚠️TW OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STALKING POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STOCKHOLM SYNDROME MANIPULATION ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR AND DRUGGING DO NOT DO ANY OF THIS ITS NOT HEALTHY ⚠️

🤍Piston Hondo🤍

🤍 at first he thought that you were pretty intimidating but you were just sweet you just looked the part

🤍 to be honest he honestly uses you for most of the decisions he can't make because well it's easy

🤍 he's more of this weak side so it's nice he's not really violent but he is possessive

🤍 just very very chill

Disco kid

💙 at least violent out of all of them like he gives you a bunch of coins from different places actually so you can try out different ways and see which one is the perfect one

💙 super sweet like super sweet he often gives you a bunch of gifts to the point where like you have to tell them to stop you sometimes me alone time and he doesn't give it to you

💙 he doesn't mind whenever you hang out with other people he just gets pretty jealous he doesn't like sharing but he knows you need to social life

💙 honestly he's pretty sweet but he doesn't understand the coin thing he says that your two face most of the time from Batman

💚Aran Ryan💚

💚 at this point you shouldn't even really try with him he's violent and he's mean like to the point where like you have to do a corn flip just to hang out with him he gets annoying

💚 he does give you a coin from Ireland that you use just with him though

💚 you did really intimidate from you mostly just fascinated him to be honest you were just a puppy to him

💚 honestly just don't make him angry and everything will be good you don't want to make him angry at all

#fanfic #yanderexreader #yandere imagines #platonic yandere #platonic yandere imagine #yandere scenarios #yandere family #yandere punch out #disco kid #piston Hondo #aran ryan

[dearest-painter]

I’m just posting this with the punch out tag so I can find my punch out shit

#punch out #punch out ocs #punch out headcanons #nintendo punch out #aran ryan #king hippo #von kaiser #yandere punch out

[iwaasfairy]

┌─ “ ! „ ADORE L'AMOUR

tw. noncon/dubcon, implied yandere, forced emotional cheating, virginity, service dom, coercion/manipulation, corruption kink, size kink, creampie, service dom! tsumu, degradation and praise wordcount. 5.5k

a/n. commissioned by a lovely person who wanted to stay anonymous, thank you so much for commissioning me and trusting me with your story, and i really really hope it delivers and you enjoy!!! this is kinda softer than my usual stuff but also still read the tws pretty please ♡♡♡ ya and ty and enJOYyy some tsumu

miya atsumu x fem!reader

“Come up, will ya?” he smiles, grabbing your hand and swinging the interlaced pair back and forth. You can’t help but have to bite back a tiny smile at the way his rougher hand links into yours, and butterflies still erupt any time his hazel eyes find you.

“Shin, I-” you sigh back, before quietly chuckling as he heaves you up onto the bleachers and tugs you along to slide in right next to the familiar face. Aran rolls his eyes, but you can tell that there’s too much fondness in his look to seriously mind the lovey-dovey shit— and really, you can’t help it.

Any girl your age would be expected to go all heart eyes when their boyfriend looks at them that way. “Happy now?” you ask as you’re pushed between Aran and the escape to the outside fresh air, void of all the sweaty teen musk and squeaking sneakers, and Shinsuke smiles ever so slightly at the sight.

“Yes, I am. Keep our long-suffering ace company for a bit while he patches up his ankle, won’t ya?” He’s already escaping down from the stands with the knowledge that you will, because if nothing else, you love watching the guys play. You’ve loved watching Shinsuke play ever since middle school, and Aran’s expression gives you the idea that he knows this too. Because he simply shrugs, and re-wraps the ice pack a little better around that wounded ankle.

“Aye aye, Captain,” you shoot back as he makes his way back to the court, and this time, he gives you that wonderfully cheeky smile that made you fall head-over-heels in the first place. “And you, you’re a third year. You’re supposed to be one of the responsible ones.” You give the tall ace to your side a side-eye as he laughs full and loud, and nods.

“Sorry, Mrs. Kita. It won’t happen again.” Practice continues for another half an hour in peace, as you joke around with your boyfriend’s best friend for a while, tossing the occasional stray ball back onto the court, but mainly, just watching the guys play. You didn’t use to have such a love for the sport. When you were a ball-girl back in middle school, you only did it because it was an easy extra grade on your report card, and kept you sort of busy during hours you wouldn’t have anything else to do.

But now, sometimes it seems as much your life blood as it is theirs. You probably wouldn’t have developed such a crush on the quiet, well-spoken boy with the fluffy tufts of hair that flopped about if you hadn’t kept with it, wouldn’t have dated him, wouldn’t have laid in the dark talking about what your life together might look like. Watched Shin grow into the person he is today.

You smile and wave as Shinsuke looks up at you yet again and throws back a wink, and a few of the guys follow his gaze. Familiar lazy gazes of differing shades of brown. But they stay quiet, for now, and the team captain claps his hands to call for a break. And the lankiest of your middle blockers groans and reaches for a bench too quickly, as everyone disperses. Aran makes his way down the stands for the toilet, Ginjima follows suit, and your boyfriend goes through the trouble to start collecting the balls with the same single-minded focus he always has while practicing. But before you can so much as manage to make it down the stairs to help him out, a familiar figure comes up beside you.

“Captain’s got it, I think,” Atsumu smiles as he comes to walk beside you, not the slightest bit winded despite having jogged up to you after an hour of intensive training— and blinks down at you with the self-assured grin you’ve come to expect of the star setter. “Yer still comin’ to our practices, huh?”

“Yes, Miya. Believe it or not, I actually like watching you guys play, ‘m not just here to waste time and gawk.”

“Whoa, doll,” the blond isn’t fazed, and simply throws up his hands in mock-defense, “I wouldn’t dare question the validity of yer visits. I mean, ya brighten up the place, really.” The comfortable way he swings an arm over your shoulder and leans in a little isn’t too far out of how he usually acts, and you do know that Atsumu’s pretty damn touchy with everyone. But his smile, and the way his eyes flick down your face with an almost grating intensity— will never stop feeling flirty- and therefore- inappropriate. Though you try to find something fitting to say, he’s already running his mouth again before you get the chance to.

“Would be even better if ya’d put on a shirt with my name on it and took some cheer classes,” he gloats, and the way he walks leaned into you keeps his face much too close to yours as you go to frown at him, “bet ya’d really suit the Inarizaki colors when you glare like that.” It sets you off, and he knows it does, because he’s dodging the way you go to swing at his arm with a chuckle before you get to, and catches your fist in his hand to squeeze it a little. “Hah, always so mean to me. Getting predictable, pretty girl.”

Your bottom lip is sucked to slot between your teeth, and you roll your eyes, shrugging off the other hand that he tried to ruffle through your hair. “You’re exhausting.”

“Sure is,” Shinsuke suddenly mumbles, tossing a ball at the setter that he manages to catch, before raising a brow. “That’s my girlfriend, Atsumu. If you would, please.”

“Ya got it, Cap’n. Of course,” he chants back with a sing-song-y voice, but his thumb still rubs another few circles into the soft skin of your hand before he goes to annoy Osamu and Suna instead. It sends a cold shiver down your spine, but he’s pulling away before you have the chance to really acknowledge the touch. And if Kita has any concerns about what he just saw, you sure as hell can’t tell, when he pulls you close and places a loving kiss between your brows. But you still have to force yourself to ignore the way Atsumu gives you a once over and -if you didn’t know the guy better than that- undresses you with his eyes.

+

Graduation should feel a little bittersweet, you guess. The party isn’t too wild, considering, but it’s still loud and a little over the top— so you confine yourself to the area further away from the pounding music and sip reasonably mild drinks while the rest of the team and their plus-ones take their best attempt at rattling Suna’s house off its’ foundations. It’s warm for a spring night, and sweat sticks to the back of your neck and chest from the earlier forced dancing you were pulled into. But now the pool table has been abandoned for the garden, and you take the few quiet moments to breathe.

Most of the guys will be moving on to professional level, a few of them to university, and another few have jobs lined up. Just last year, Shinsuke moved back out to the countryside, and Aran to Tokyo; and while you’ve all tried to keep up communications, distance really does play a big part in it. And now it’s all your turns… It’ll be safe to say you won’t see some of them again much in just a few quick months. The thought already fills you with a strange sort of nostalgia. You don’t get too much rest though, because a flash of blonde followed by an equally handsome, dark-haired copy filter back into the house. Atsumu brightens a little when he spots you, lazy eyes sharper and more calculating in the low light of the house. Of course he does, he seems to have a strange fascination with annoying you to bits.

“Well, pretty girl, ‘ve ya been abandoned by yer human defense robot?” His handsome face paints on a grin, with slightly rosy cheeks and ears, that almost makes him look a few years younger. Almost makes him look innocent. You know better though, and swallow down the want to give back some snarky comment that would surely have you in a battle of wits until someone puts a stop to it. And his twin… isn’t that person. You wonder how much he’s had to drink. Not that you’re doing much better, anyway. You can feel the buzz in your blood and the heat on your face.

Osamu’s hair is messy and fluffier than usual, probably courtesy of the girlfriend he brought and— with a quick glance around the room— has been left on her lonesome somewhere in the partying group outside. You pity her just a little bit, but it doesn’t exactly surprise you that the Miya twins aren’t the most consistent with their affections. The guys started having groupies all the way back in freshman year, and the years have only built upon that fame. The darker haired of the two puts a fist into Atsumu’s shoulder, before crossing his arms. “That’s our last Captain yer talkin’ about, stupid Tsumu. Show some respect.”

“Aw, Samu. I’m sorry, alright.”

You smile softly, and nod your head towards the door. “Not abandoned. He stepped out for a minute for a smoke,” you cut them off, knowing full well they could continue their bickering for hours if left to it. It’s not like you don’t like the twins. They’re obnoxious, and boisterous and hyper at the best of times, but they’re insanely talented too. You would like them, if not for— Atsumu feeling too comfortable hanging his arm over your shoulder to pull you in for a hug, heavy cologne mixed with a scent that is distinctly more him enveloping you as you freeze up. “Miya-”

“‘S gonna be weird without everyone ‘round, huh? I’ll miss ‘em,” he lowers his voice as he keeps your face into his chest, and simply out of a desire not to feel too awkward, you allow your arms to wrap loosely around his back. You give a little motion to be let out of the hug to nod, and smooth your hands down your pants.

“Yeah, me too.”

There’s a sort of glint in Atsumu’s eyes that seems like tenderness as he pats your shoulder, then smiles. “Well, a’least you’ll know me.” Your expression must give away your confusion, because he continues. “Yer goin’ to Tokyo uni, I’m goin’ to Tokyo to check out some of the teams there. It’ll be good. Don’t tell me yer just gonna ignore me when we’re gonna live so close together.”

You don’t think it over- Shinsuke must’ve told him. As the buzz washes over you and the music picks up outside, Atsumu’s large hands find your shoulders and he turns you around towards Osamu, who has already poured three large shots. “Oh, I don’t-”

“Come on~ for prosperity,” Osamu chants, his hand finding yours to unfurl it and place one of the large shot glasses in your hand. And Atsumu nods behind you, basically glittering from excitement. You’re normally a bit more -standoffish, by necessity- but the atmosphere of the night is light. And Tsumu’s hand on your lower back as he pushes you towards one of the chairs and sits you down is nice; even if you only realize a second or two after that he’s sat below you.

“Ya owe me a couple cheers at least,” Atsumu basically coos into your neck as he taps his own glass to yours. “‘Sides, I think Shin went ta go drop off some of the other guys, no need ta wait up for ‘em. Right Samu?”

“That’s what I heard, Tsumu.”

+

You don’t expect university to be the thing that breaks you, but the distance, the lack of communication, of support— all drag on you. You and Shin both promised to make it work, but he’s busy a lot. The farm keeps him occupied. At least- that’s what you have to assume when most of your messages get read and not answered. It isn’t like Shin, but then again, you suppose it’s a growing period. It’s natural.

More surprising than that is that through it all, Atsumu is there a lot more than you expected. The giant, prestigious sport center where he trains isn’t too far from your campus, but he still goes out of his way to swing by whenever he can to keep you company, which isn’t so self explanatory as you had hoped it would be. It’s not that you don’t make friends, or can’t make friends, it’s just that- after a few weeks- they just seem to vanish off of the face of the earth. Like they were never even there to begin with. You even catch some people purposefully avoiding you on campus as the year goes on.

But the workloads are heavy, and hard, so you sadly don’t have enough time in a day to worry about it as much as you would like to. You still have Atsumu, at least, and as much as you wouldn’t have wanted to admit it shy of a few months ago, his persistence about wanting to be by your side does slowly have you bending just a little.

“I swear it, cross ma little heart,” the blonde dramatically says while walking the grounds with you- on his free day- “am I not the best goddamn setter in the prefecture? What choice is there?” He runs a hand through his hair, then looks over at you to pout. “Make me feel better, c’mon.” Before you can really analyze the moment or how he looks at you with those warm brown eyes and too much fondness, his hand wraps around yours, slipping his fingers between yours with a strange determination.

You stop walking, and your school bag hits your thigh hard because of the abrupt stop. “Atsumu.” You’ve had this conversation with him about a million times. You are with Shinsuke. You have been with Shinsuke since middle school, and though dealing with the distance is hard right now, you promised to try. And he says he understands, and you’re making a big deal out of nothing— but it sure doesn’t seem like he does. “I am d-dating Sh-”

“Ya keep sayin’ yer dating, but where is yer boyfriend? Didn’t ya say he hasn’t been responding to yer messages?” Though he tries to keep his voice down, he doesn’t let go of your hand, and stares like he’ll burn holes through the shape of you. “Ain’t that proof enough?”

“I know Shinsuke, and you know Shinsuke. If he wanted to break up, he would say it.” You puff your chest out a little, and swallow, trying to untangle your hands from his grip. “He’s busy, and this is a transition period for us both, and I just- I want to make it work.” Atsumu seems to cling on for a second longer with a slight kink in his brow, but then he lets go and sighs, rubbing his hands back and forth through his lighter blonde hair with a groan.

“Fine— fine! If ya gotta hear ‘im say it…”

+

The irony tastes bitter. It stings with every swallow, really.

‘I think it’s not working out. I’m sorry. We should break up.’

You’re staring at the message for the nth time this evening, burying yourself in your cocoon of blankets and an almost empty back of chips yet again. You must’ve breathed it into existence, right? There’s no way around the timing of the message, and the sick way it churns in your stomach. You’re halfway towards another crying fit when Atsumu plops himself down onto your bed and grimaces. “Put that down,” he mumbles, snatching the phone out of your hand despite your glare, “you’ve been cryin’ all fucking evening. You really wanna do more of that?”

“I didn’t ask you to come over,” your voice is a murmur, pinched and sad and tiny, because who wouldn’t be heartbroken at a moment like this. “You just invited yourself in, which- hck- is the worst timing you’ve ever had.”

“But yer glad I’m here. I know ya are.” Whatever. Maybe you’re a little glad for the company, but Atsumu’s flavor of bluntness is really doing a number on you. Instead you reach for a tissue and blow your nose again, and try not to cry yourself to death. “He didn’t treat ya right anyway, don’t lie t’ yerself. Hey- look- look at me, c’mon,” his hands are on your face as he tugs it towards him and stares too deep into your eyes, brushing his thumbs along your cheekbones. “No more cryin’ about yer shitty high school crush. Not while I’m here, and I’m yer amazing, incredible support system that yer so very grateful for-” He breaks off in laughter when you have to bite a chuckle back despite your heartache, and try to pull your face out of his touch.

But he lingers, and leans in a little. “What? Am I wrong?”

“You’re not wrong, and I- I’m glad you’re here-” It isn’t a lie, but he’s still leaning in, and his face is growing awfully close and it’s- it’s too soon— and you shrink into your cocoon and look away in an attempt to save the situation. Shin broke up with you hours ago. “Atsumu-” you start, only to be cut off as he tugs the blankets down somewhat harshly, and clicks his tongue.

“Stop runnin’. Yer always doing this crap, I’m…” He sighs, and tries to coach you back out with thinly veiled patience. “Am I really so bad to ya? Hm?”

“Of course you’re not.”

He sits back, before patting his lap, and looks at you. In the last light of the sun that falls through your window he’s cast in the prettiest oranges and pinks, and looks almost ethereal to the world. You’re not blind. That was never in question. “Come here.” Despite being conflicted, there’s a glint in his eye that worries you. That if you were to disagree, he’d leave. And you’re not sure you could handle that right about now. As he leads you out of the blankets you notice how cold your room is in just a shirt and some ugly shorts, and Atsumu mumbles something under his breath. “Ya weren’t this shy at graduation, y’know.”

Your frown digs into your face, but his hands settle on your hips as he pulls you in and pushes you down into his lap with a soft hum. “What do you mean- graduation?”

“Just settle down, will ya? Jeez.” Warm hands that slide to the small of your back to force you ever so close to him, your heart basically stuttering out of your ribcage. “Always so damn skittish ‘round me.” You always wondered a little, truthfully. If the way Atsumu’s touches would linger on you was something to worry about, keep an eye on. If you should have been more careful about setting boundaries- and how he looks at you now, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he gives you an up and down… it says enough. Too much, even.

And though you admit that your heart is pattering like a hummingbird, there’s a much larger issue here. You love Shinsuke, you want- Shinsuke, p-promised you’d make it work for him— and it's barely been a few hours. You can’t, so you try to find the words to say; but the blond leans down to start pressing kisses down the side of your neck with a soft chuckle. His arms wrap tightly around your back, even though you place a hand on his chest and shake your head. “Tsumu, no. We can’t, I- can’t, let go.”

The noise he makes into the kisses trembles through your skin and seems to reach bone, before he squeezes a little harder to keep you slotted against him. “Yer so pretty, baby. Always were so fuckin’ pretty,” he goes from keeping you in his lap to slowly pushing you back in bed, sending your breathing into shallow spikes.

“Tsumu, cut it out!”

“I know yer nervous,” his pretty brown eyes are blown out when he pushes you down by your shoulders and you’re buried in your blankets, before he descends on your throat and chest again, kissing and leaving biting nicks, “didn’t do nothin’ like this before right? Know ya were waitin’- but I got ya now. Relax, I’ll make ya feel good. Promise.” The idea that Tsumu knows something so personal about you doesn’t even cross your mind— though it should, more than the way his weight and size locks you in place under his strong, athletic body.

“No, no, I- Shin just broke up with me- and I-”

His expression darkens, eyes narrowing a little as he comes to hover over you, one hand brushing your cheek as the other wraps tight around your wrist. “Don’t say another man’s name when I got ya under me.” He takes a long breath, before descending on you, mouth to mouth, and then pushing his tongue into your mouth too hard for you to keep him out. You try to call his name, but he kisses you without regard, uncaring as he grips your face and makes a noise of agreement when you relax your jaw out of sheer necessity. “Ya’ve got no idea how long I’ve wanted ya, doll. Really, hah.”

His hand slides down your chest to start picking the shirt up your body, and though your rapidly rising and falling chest is exposed, his eyes stay sharp on you, and you can’t help but choke on your cries. He doesn’t look right. His eyes are wide and so sharp, mouth slightly curled as he forces your both wrists next to your head. “Thought I was gonna have ta kill ‘im for you ta finally give in, but-” He kisses you again, before the hand gripping your face snakes down between your bodies to grab your tits through your shirt as he repositions his thighs to lock your lower half in place under him. “Yer gonna be a good little thing for me, ain’t ya?”

“Tsumu,” you squeak, fisting your hands into his shirt by his shoulders, but it only makes him groan in response. “Let me go, I want-”

“You don’t know what ya want.” He takes a deep breath, before slipping his hands under the garment and brushing his thumb over your raised nipples, peeked from the cold air. “But I do. ‘N I’m gonna make ya beg for me so fuckin’ good.” He lets you go for a moment to take your shirt off with rough tugs, before staring again. “See, Samu said I should give it a rest. But how can I, when I knew you’d be the prettiest little virgin cunt ever? Hm?” He licks his lips, before leaning down to start kissing all over your tits, sucking and tugging at your nipples with noises that make you grow from the inside. A cold shiver rolls down your spine, and you find yourself pulling his hair despite yourself. Because it feels good, and heat pools low in your belly.

“Tell me ya want it. Tell me ya want me.” The fire that seems to glint behind his eyes takes you aback, and you try to scramble from under him, but he’s back over you before you get a chance to. Gripping your face and forcing you into another kiss, the taste of his tongue on yours, deep and heavy. “People here hate ya, don’t ya know that? Think yer a real bitch. That’s why no one wants to be yer friend.” He rests his forehead to yours, so that you’re basically breathing each other’s air, and hums. His free hand starts taking off the sweats he’s wearing in a smooth motion, leaving him hard in just boxers. “But I’ve been ‘ere for you.” Another kiss. “I’m good to ya, too.”

The room is so hot, and your brain completely thrown off with the mix of all emotions you’ve felt in these short few hours; and it has you all fucked up. Tsumu must know this, but he doesn’t care. And you take a few panted breaths, looking between your two bodies at the was your tits brush up against him each time you move— he’s so close. “So say you want it, or I’m leavin’.”

“I want it.” Your voice shakes as it comes out, eyes stinging, head floaty— it barely feels like you said anything at all. “I want you.” He takes that as all he needs before grinning, kissing your temple and shuffling off you to shove his boxers down his thighs, before grabbing himself by the base and stroking a few lazy pumps along himself.

“Here, kiss it,” he nods his head towards it, helping you up and then right back down so you’re on your hands and knees. You’re getting wet. Sadly, you didn’t exactly think to put on any nice panties, but Tsumu doesn’t care as he makes you lean in and down until you can rest your lips to his cock, and he makes another noise. “I know it’s kinda bad but- I’ve been wanting ta fuck yer face for years now. Put- yer tongue out.” The admission only makes you feel more hot and hazy, and you do as you’re told. “Ahh, mhm.” He tastes weird when he pushes the glossy head to your tongue, translucent precum coating your tongue, but he takes a few more pumps, then pushes you back over.

“But not now, I wanna fuck you first. Yer gonna let me fuck your tight, little cunt, right?” The plush in your face doesn’t hide the heat as it floods to your face, your belly, down your legs— and he manhandles your legs up to start peeling off your shorts and panties. You can feel the strings of slick as they connect your wet pussy and the fabric, and hide your face into your shoulder before he groans your name again. “Yer so fuckin’ wet, look atcha. Already a little cock tease, and I haven’t even done nothin’ yet.” Your hot, puffy pussy is revealed, and he swipes two fingers out to circle around the wet hole without hesitation, only pulling back to slot the digits in his mouth. He shrugs his shirt off and tosses it next to the bed, then comes to kiss you again.

“Ya taste that? That’s yer pussy gushin’ like a whore for me. Only me.” He kisses like he’s got something to prove, taking your mouth up until all you can think of is him, and the places where your skin seems to zap under his rough hands. Each touch leaving you more breathless than the next. And you’re forced to just nod along and abide, because you couldn’t ask for what you need if you tried. He plays with your tits while pushing first one prodding digit in, but soon pushes up with two. “Gotta- prep this little hole before I fill you up, right? That’d be the nice thing to do. Even though ya haven’t been very nice to me, babe.”

“‘m sorry- Tsumu-” you hold back a whimpering moan as he squeezes your tits hard and flicks your nipples, and his fingers slowly push into you. The wetness dripping down your slit and along your inner thighs is hot, and your body curves instinctively as he slowly slides in and out a few times, while the man above you chuckles.

“No, you ain’t, little minx.” His grin is still wide though, hiking your one leg higher to get a better look at the way your greedy pussy swallows up his long fingers and he fucks you open so easily. “S’okay tho, I forgive ya. ‘Cus I’m gonna get to fuck this pretty pussy first.” The slick sounds fill the room and sound so, so loud, and lewd, and yet, there’s still more noise coming from your throat as he goes deeper again and his thumb finds your puffy clit with a little hum. “Uhuh, that feel good? Look at you enjoying this. Didn’t you want me ta stop? Huh?”

“Hm,” you just answer, grabbing your own chest with one hand, his arm with the other. He’s so much bigger than you like this, so muscular and intimidating. You look between your bodies to watch his fingers bottom out, and though the stretch is a little uncomfortable, it’s mostly just really, really good, filling your head with fog. Tsumu’s thick cock twitches between his legs, and he leans in to kiss you again. This time pulling his hand back to slide it into your mouth instead, making you gag when his fingers hit the back of your throat. You taste heady, a little musky, and lick your lips for the thin thread of spit when he pulls back.

“Alright, say thank you, Tsumu.”

“-thank you, Tsum-” you parrot, and also freeze under him when he goes to reposition himself and his cock head pushes at your sloppy, wet slit. “Wait- condom-”

“Shhh, just relax. If you freak out it’ll hurt ya.” He places one elbow next to your head, and lines himself up better, before starting to push into you already, and your leg jerks. He’s really big. Too big, you think, trying to take a deep breath as he starts breaking open your slick walls and slowly moving back and forth through it. “Aghh, that’s- it, that’s it, thatsithatsit-” He moans loudly, pushing your cheek up and kissing you back long and deep, tongues messily tangling and tasting each other, bumping noses as he fucks in, and in, and in. It pulls every thought out of you, every fiber filled with electricity. The tightness is painful, but you don’t want him to pull back, and judging by the way he groans into your mouth, he won’t anyway.

“You’re crazy if you think I’m fucking my tiny virgin cunt with a condom,” he pants when pulling back, eyes blown wide. His hand pushes your knee up more to stare at where you’re connected, before pulling back halfway and fucking back in, and the pressure on your womb and belly is enough to have you whining out so loud it barely sounds human. “That good, huh?” He bottoms out again, feels so fucking deep inside you that you can feel him high up in yourself bumping against your walls, and it feels so good, so, so good your toes curl and your knees lock around him.

“Fuck,” you can just barely gasp, before he pumps into you again, and starts really grinding himself into you. Slick drips out of you with each thrust, and makes the bed rattle under his weight. His hair sticks matt to his forehead, his lip pulled between his teeth, and the wet slapping of his hips meeting your skin is so distracting. Everything aches. Everything feels so good. You can barely even feel the sting anymore, jerking on his cock like you are. “Tsumu, I-”

“Gon’ have ta wait, princess,” he suddenly chokes, “yer clamping down on me like crazy— fuck.” He lifts one knee to push your legs open more, and then just shakes his head as he starts speeding up. “Oh, fuck it, gonna fill you up first. So fuckin’ tight, god, fuck-” The heavy thrusts go more sloppy, rapid as he chases his own orgasm and squeezes your thigh hard, yanking your teary cheeks back towards him as you pant to slide a finger between your lips and dropping a glob of his own spit into your mouth like it’s normal. Groaning into your mouth, and fucking his fat cock so deep into you you see stars. “One experience at a time, right?”

“Ah, Tsumu- p-please, fuck-me more, more, touch- more.” Your head rolls back as he pulls your hips back into him again and again, before suddenly locking up, and feeling how hot ropes of cum fill you up and he pants out your name in between a string of swears that all melt into a long growled moan as he stills. Only for a second though, because he’s quick to pull out and roll you back so that your knees are by your head, and he’s on top of you. He strokes his cock a few times, watching the last of the strings of thick cum land between your thighs. “Tsumu-” you pant, and take a breath, and pout- all at once. Because he stares at the way his cum comes out of your sloppy hole, before pushing it back inside. “Ughn-”

“Oh, don’t worry, baby. I’m not done. Not even close.” He spits onto his hand before bringing two fingers back to your pussy, and his thumb over your needy, puffy bud. And you jerk, blinks stuttering as you moan high and needy. Can’t help it. “Yer gonna wish I was done with ya long before I let ya out of this bed. I’m not done playing with my pussy.”

#atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #miya atsumu #atsumu smut #haikyuu smut #hq smut #hq x reader #tw.virginity #tw.noncon #tw.degradation #tw.dubcon #tw.size kink #tw.dark content #tw.creampie #🍯honey.pot #💫ch.atsumu

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Baki Short Stories:

You Belong With Me

Yandere Kaioh Retsu x Curvy Afab Reader

@arans-princess-reblogs

A tan hand lovingly ran through your hair in an attempt to soothe your tears. A deep voice softly shushed your soft sobs as Retsu pulled you deeper into his chest.

“I just don’t understand why he broke up with me, Retsu… I did everything right.” Your hands clutched onto Retsu’s red shirt, his warm gaze never left your tear stained face. “Why would he cheat?”

“A lot of men are greedy, tiánxīn.” Retsu’s thumb brushed away a few of your tears. “I’m just glad I was able to catch him in the act… I can’t stand how these men hurt you every single time.”

You sniffled and gave Retsu a soft smile that made his heart flutter. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Retsu. This whole ordeal has me thinking… why don’t we just date?”

Retsu froze when your lips shyly pressed against his cheek. His face now beet red. What? He didn’t expect you to make the first move… this situation had tipped in his favor far more than he had expected.

Since the first time Retsu had met you last year, he had wanted you. You were the barista at a local tea spot he frequented who made the best tea. A rose amongst thorns.

You always asked about his day and you were interested in his heritage. Retsu found your company irresistible and comforting like a warm hug. He even found your curiosity adorable. And your curves? They were simply to die for.

Retsu often fantasized about grabbing at your soft flesh while he made love to you. He grew up in a temple for most of his life so his knowledge was incredibly limited, but he knew he lusted after you. Retsu knew he wanted to make love to you the way you deserved. Just let him worship you.

You were shy and sweet, the kind of person anyone would be lucky to have in their life… it was just a shame there was so much competition for your heart. It would be no issue for him to go to great lengths to separate you from the others, but he couldn’t use physical means. He’d have to use dirtier methods.

It wasn’t hard to fabricate stories of your potential lovers with his connections. Cheating, stealing, stalking, and other petty crimes were easy to pin on any man. The only issue was how Retsu saw how upset you were… he made sure to be the one to comfort you every single time.

There was no need to waste your tears on this losers when you had him. Retsu didn’t care how long it would take for you to finally look his way.

No one could ever love you like he could. Retsu made sure you ate proper meals and he’d walk (follow) you home at night to make sure you were safe. Whenever he’d have a bit of downtime after training, he’d swing by your home to clean up for you. His tiánxīn deserved a clean and comfortable home. This was merely the beginning of a proper life together!

“I love you, (your name).” Retsu whispered softly, his forehead pressed against yours. “I’m just so happy that you finally realized you belong with me…”

Yes… this was the happy ending you deserved. With Retsu.

#baki the grappler #baki hanma #baki son of ogre #baki x reader #baki the grappler x reader #yandere #yandere imagine #yandere baki #yandere fic #yandere headcanons #baki headcanons #kaioh retsu #baki retsu #retsu #kaiou retsu #retsu baki #retsu kaioh #Yandere Kaioh Retsu #Baki Yandere #baki #baki fanfic #baki fanfiction #tw.yandere #tw.stalking #yandere obsession #obsessive yandere #manipulative yandere #afab reader #yandere x reader #yandere insert

[yonderly-alamort]

hello! i saw the yandere posts & ur previous hq writings and i thought that maybe u could do a "crossover" or smth alike,, yk what i mean?? tysm <3

♡ ahh, thank you for the request & i hope u like it! (askbox)

・✶ ｡ﾟ𝐇𝐐 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐒 ¡!

THE WORSHIPPER ONE. he will never get tired of adoring you, that's for sure. his whole life revolves around u, the only thing on his mind. your voice, ur face, your laugh and mind; everything that has to do with you drives him crazy, but in a loving way, of course. though, anyone who dares to worship you the same way he does, will end up giving up their last breath.

characters list: bokuto, hinata, tanaka, yamaguchi, aone, suga, noya, lev, tendou, goshiki.

THE MASKED ONE. the perfect cover. thanks to it, you'll never suspect of anything. whether because of his pretty face or his unperturbed seriousness, it's almost impossible to predict his actually disturbing thoughts. his satisfaction couldn't be greater. he could easily get rid of the idiots who are always after you and no one would notice, leaving him as your only option. ah, what a joy, don't you think?

characters list: oikawa, kenma, semi, osamu, asahi, ushijima, kuroo, kita, aran.

THE RULER ONE. he has promised himself that you are his only reason for living, however, as love has to be mutual in a relationship, he has made you learn to believe that he is also the reason for your existence. made you learn that there are no true friends & that no one's worthy of your attention (except him). anyone who questions his rules will surely end badly.

characters list: kageyama, iwaizumi, suna, akaashi, ukai, daichi, sakusa, matsukawa, hanamaki.

THE HEARTLESS ONE. ha, good luck to whoever dares to get in his way. as much as he loves you and tries to be there for you, his heart is still of a dark hue. for now you know nothing about his fights, his tortures, much less about his murders, and he will make sure you never do. he wouldn't want the image you have of him as a lovely boyfriend to be ruined, would he?

characters list: tsukishima, atsumu, terushima, kyotani, daishou, yaku, yamamoto.

© yonderly alamort 2022. please do not modify, translate, or repost my works on any platform without my permission.

#alamort 💗 #haikyuu x reader #yonderly alamort #reader insert #anime x reader #anime #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x male reader #yandere x you #possessive yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere headcanons #haikyuu yandere #bokuto yandere #hinata yandere #kenma yandere #kuroo yandere #haikyuu kenma #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu kuroo #haikyuu bokuto #haikyuu atsumu #haikyuu osamu #haikyuu x you #hq x reader #dark content

[mango-bango-bby]

nuff….platonic yandere inarizaki brainrot….lately… 🌸–anon

SO IDEA platonic!yandere!inarizaki meets maybe a rival team and the rival team (whoever to your choice!) becomes yandere for inarizaki manager..and platonic yandere inarizaki is WAYY MORE INSANE and they are like “don’t touch them.” And whenever they go against that team they DESTROY THEM for u ofc <3 !! THERE LIKE “manager-chan watch us destroy them and make sure to cheer extra loud for us okay?” and imagine..atsumu the brat gets calmed when he hears y/ns voice DURING HIS SERVES!!!!!!! and hes like “keep going manager chan!!”

And the rival yandere team is just FUMING AND SENDING THE HARSHEST GLARES and maybe they come and talk to y/n and y/n is just like “omg ur so hot” and protective inarizaki bois like “WHAT..” AND JUST PROTECT U THE WHOLE GAME AHHH (ofc u dont have to do this! Make sure to eat and drink sum water!!)

♡ Good Game ♡

(A/N: Please don’t hate me but I kind of went off the request with this... I was like “What would make the team even more mad than another yandere team? A yandere that likes reader and reader likes them back!?” So yeah... I think it’s cute though, I love writing for platonic!Inarazaki so so much 😭😭)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, platonic yandere, crushes, protective Inarazaki, possible isolation, Daichi is starting to become a yandere

Summary: You meet a cute guy at one of the volleyball games but your team won’t allow it (Yan!Platonic!Inarazaki x GN!Manager!reader ft. Yandere!Daichi x GN!reader)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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You were the manager of an absolute powerhouse of a volleyball team. Inarazaki’s volleyball team. Despite being the manager, you didn’t really do much. You tried to do your job, but they wouldn’t let you. They wouldn’t let you because you were more there for support. It was well known by now that they genuinely could not play when you weren’t there. If you weren’t watching and cheering for them, they were sure to loose. They needed you, not only for games but also because you were like a little sibling to them you were their precious manager. They need you.

“Calm down, you’re going to get nothing done by freaking out” Kita says in reaction to Atsumu’s panic. They had lost you. They had lost their manager! They had tried to call you, only to remember your phone had died on the bus ride to the game because you and Aran had been watching movies. All of the team had split up, eventually coming back together. None of them have found out. Until a voice cut through.

“I think you have our manager there” Suna says, seeing you bounce up to the team with the captain of Karasuno next to you. “Thanks for helping!” You say kindly, grabbing the water bottles out of Daichi’s hands. He had insisted on helping you. “Sorry, I went to go fill up water bottles and got lost. This place is way to big” you sigh, seeing the way your team was glaring at Daichi.

“Aren’t you all supposed to be stretching? Go, go stretch!” You command to the team. You would’ve clapped to have made your point more but you still had the water bottles in your hand. “Need any help with that?” Daichi asks, watching Osamu immediately take the bottles out of your hand and Atsumu bringing his arm around your shoulders and quickly leading you away from him.

“You all are so dramatic, he was just being nice” You say, the whole team making sure to walk you all the way back to the stands. The team had always acted weird when people were nice to you or ‘flirted’ with you. They were incredibly over protective. To be fair, you almost wish they hadn’t interrupted. You had to be honest, Daichi was quite dreamy.

It wasn’t long before the game actually began, and they were playing hard. They weren’t trying to win, there was fury behind their serves and hits. Because you were their manager, and the way Daichi kept glancing over at you through out the game didn’t go unnoticed by team. It was clear he had an interest in you, which they just couldn’t have. They couldn’t have you getting your heart broken

The way you cheered for them only made them want to beat them even more. “Go Inarazaki! Go!” You cheered. You even would cheer for them individually. None of them minded. Even Atsumu who loathed when people cheered during his serves. He loved when you did it.

“You all did so good!” You squeal bouncing up to them after they successfully beat Karasuno. You immediately hold out your arms waiting for the boys to pile on top of you into a hug. Which they do immediately as usual. You keep going on about how proud you are of them, not noticing the stares Daichi’s giving you and the team.

“Good job” Daichi says approaching you all. The boys glare at him, trying to silently tell him to go away. “You did really good too- I mean- you know, your team did really good” you say nervously, glancing down at the floor as if to avoid his eyes. Sadly he doesn’t get to have a response to your flustered state as Atsumu proceeds to stick his tongue out at Daichi.

“We will be off celebrating our victory with our manager” Atsumu says quickly leading you away. You wave quickly at Daichi before the team drags you away. They always wanted to be with you especially after they won, they just wanted to hear you praise them.

You didn’t mind being dragged away from him though, knowing about the sticky note in your pocket. On it was written Daichi’s number which he had written before the team interrupted you the first time. The team couldn’t be overprotective over you if they didn’t know you were talking to him.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

#yandere haikyuu x manager reader #yandere inarazaki #yandere!inarazaki #yandere inarazaki x manager reader #platonic yandere #yandere inarazaki x reader #yandere haikyuu

[depravitycentral]

Just a quick passing thought, but I think it's so interesting to know what different yanderes do right in the moment of their orgasm - do they freeze up? Do their hips keep plunging against yours, the movements strained and uneven? Or maybe they reach out and squeeze, needing something to ground themselves with while they whimper and gasp out your name over and over again?

Thinking about yanderes who freeze up and just stare as their orgasm washes over them. The ones who let out this choked gasp as they see white blurs in the edges of their vision, every muscle in their body going taut and freezing up and their jaw dropping wide open because fuck. You just feel too good and they can't help but stare down at your pretty body - naked and sweating and trembling all for them them them, your eyes glassy and wide and spit smeared across your lips from where they'd been kissing you. (More like eating you, really, with the vigor and amount of tongue, but it was passionate and sweet and only a little bit one-sided, so that's still kissing, right?) They're scared to move as their cock throbs and pulses inside of you, the feeling of your tight, warm walls making their head spin and honest to god tears well up in the corner of their eyes from the sensation of you.

You're just too much - if they were to move and feel friction against their oversensitive cock they'd let out this pathetic little whine, a sound that makes them flush bright red and avoid eye contact with you because it's just all so embarrassing and needy. So instead, they hover over you, abs clenching and balls noticeably pulsing against the curve of your ass as they feel each and every spurt of cum push into you, the sensation leaving them breathless and burying their face into your neck, little mantras and chants of your name filling your ears. Please come for me, please please please please - they tell you as the last few drops ooze out of them and directly into you.

Asahi Azumane, Tobio Kageyama, Tsutomu Goshiki, Tooru Oikawa, Atsumu Miya, Tomura Shigaraki, Taishiro Toyomitsu, Kurapika Kurta, Knuckle Bine, Giyuu Tomioka, Gyutaro

Thinking of men who lose control of their hips as their orgasm hits them. As soon as the rushed, husky groan of 'm coming, take it, fuck take it slips out of them, the rest of it is a blur. They aren't in control of themselves - their hips move on their own, following some carnal, natural instinct to fuck into you deeper, harder, longer until he's absolutely spent. He's physically crushing you, his hips pounding into you so hard that you're moved further and further up the bed (or the floor, if they couldn't quite make it there), your body merely dead weight. It stems from this urge to fuck their cum into you as deeply as they can, an instinct to claim and mark and breed you overclouding their mind.

There's no moment of rest with them, even after they've given you everything they have - their hips still twitch, pushing forward ever so slightly and making them hiss in pain-twinged pleasure, the oversensitivity and the gooey, warm feeling of their cum coating your walls making them bare their teeth and practically glare at you. You just feel too good - they're an animal around you, truly, and it's only after they're spent that they'll swallow heavily, licking their lips and letting themselves really look at you. To see the way you're panting, how your eyes are all wide, to feel the stinging against their back where you've clawed at them. The afterglow makes them giddy, and even if they don't show it, you'll feel it - the way they slowly grow hard inside of you again is difficult to ignore, after all.

Hajime Iwaizumi, Aran Ojiro, Daichi Sawamura, Yuu Nishinoya, Keishin Ukai, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Akaza, Phinks Magcub, Uvogin, Hisoka Marrow, Enji Todoroki, Keigo Takami, Kai Chisaki

Thinking of men who have to reach out and grab something to ground themselves with as their high approaches. It feels like a tidal wave, like there's something warm and big and hot building up in their navel, the sensation making their toes curl and their eyes cross and their muscles spasm and a hand reach out blindly, feeling, squeezing, groping - It's their tether to Earth as the wave crashes and breaks, ropes of cum shooting from their swollen, sensitive tip, something vaguely resembling your name falling from their lips as they pant into your mouth. It's the only thing keeping them aware of their surroundings, of you, as the pleasure overwhelms them.

And they're not especially picky about where they're grabbing onto for support, either - anything that's fatty and nearby will do. Your thigh, your hips, your stomach, your breast, your arm, hell, even your neck will do. Thick fingers wrap around the flesh, squeezing hard enough to leave light, finger-shaped bruises on your skin, their muscles still twitching against you as they groan and grunt, hips occasionally bucking into yours but losing momentum. You can actually feel how their orgasm and your cunt are affecting them this way - the way they grasp onto you even tighter when you accidentally clench down on them, the hiss they let out through clenched teeth seeming to make that spurt shoot into you even harder. And their hand doesn't always stay idle, either - they're actively moving it around as their orgasm continues on, switching from your chest to your hip to your cheek and back against to settle heavily against your nipple, burying their face between your tits as they groan and pathetically hump at you. And while they'll feel a bit guilty for the marks the next day, they can't hide the tent forming in their pants or the way they have to clear their throat to avoid telling you that they needs to leave more.

Nobunaga Hazama, Shalnark, Leorio Paradinight, Tetsurou Kuroo, Koushi Sugawara, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Lev Haiba, Gyomei Himejima, Douma, Kyojuro Rengoku, Toshinori Yagi, Spinner

#_lee thirsts #_haikyuu #_hxh #_kny #_bnha #_whole cast #yandere haikyuu #yandere bnha #yandere mha #yandere kny #yandere hxh #hxh smut #haikyuu smut #bnha smut #kny smut #mha smut

[punching-obsession]

MAC’S DAD HAS IT GOING ON!

@dollmoth-productions it has been done,the prophecy has been written

(NO REGRETS ON THE TITLE LOL! WAS HEAVILY INSPIRED BY STACYS MOMS GOT IT GOING ON!!)

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive behavior,abusive relationship,reader is a man,romantic yandere,platonic yandere,BLOOD,pet names used,OOC/out of character maybe,fighting,everyone speaks English because I’m not in the mood to use google translate,ngl I’m having baby fever but I don’t wanna have kids,this is for my probably daddy issues, sharp objects,also Y/N is described as muscular enough to be a WWE wrestler because Himbos are need to be A.Dumb, B.Sweet & respectful,and lastly C.Buff I don’t make the rules,mute little Mac AU,I DO NOT SUPPORT ANYTHING HERE THIS IS FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES! Also if I forgot any tell me!

Little Mac’s dad is a nurse and hm isn’t really the brightest person but he is sweet! He is what people call himbo aka a dumb yet sweet and respectful man which is the best type of fucking man. Little Mac walked into his dad area or the nurses station which caused his father to hear him “Heya kiddo!! Is there something you need?” Mac signed with his hands ‘getting ready for fight’ “ah I see! Who is it today?” ‘Pistion’ “oh dear! We’ll be safe!” Mac smiled and nodded at his dad then went to the ring while his dad followed.

Piston looked at the side of the ring and he saw his dear Y/N which was surprisingly,he was usually in his station so what was so special about this time? He looked between the infamous ‘Little Mac’ and Y/N and saw a bit of similarities then it hit him…Mac is his son! Soon the fight would start so he got into his head game to be ready and impress Y/N. Y/N flinch at each punch as his friend wasn’t violent he hated it to be honest so that’s why he became a nurse even though he was muscular enough to be a wrestler. He frowned as he saw his son get hurt while he understands that his dream is to be the world champion boxer it worries him that he’ll be heavily injured and that’s his worse dream as his father.

When the match was finished he was first to help his son as Mac was most of his worries. “Any broken limbs?” Mac smiled while shaking his head ‘no’ which made Y/N relived then went to Piston hondo. “Headband off I gotta check” Piston hondo nodded his head then took it off while Y/N’s hands patched him up. “All done! Oh and this is my wonderful son! Mac L/N!” “It is nice to meet you,your father is a wonderful person and you put up a good fight” Matt sighed with his gloves off ‘Thanks! And you to!! You were great at fighting! Maybe we can train together?’ “I would love to” Y/N smiled then looked at his watch. “Oh! Mac it’s time to go home! Let go!” Mac waved goodbye as Piston hondo waved goodbye while wishing he was married to Y/N

#>logan/tina< #fighting love #yandere punch out #🥊fighter obsession🥊 #romantic yandere #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #🇯🇵piston hondo🇯🇵 #🇫🇷glass joe🇫🇷 #⏳mr.sandman⏳ #male reader #x male reader #yandere x male reader #🐯great tiger🐯 #🐻 bear hugger🐻 #📸super macho man📸 #🇩🇪von kaiser🇩🇪 #🥤soda popinski🥤 #🌹don flamenco🌹 #☘️aran ryan☘️ #🐂bald bull🐂 #🏆little Mac🥊

[yanderecrazysie]

Swathe Part 2 (Yandere Kita)

This was a Quotev request!

Title: Swathe Part 2

Pairings: Kita x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes

Summary: Bound by your own bandages, you’re forced to come to terms with the consequences of ignoring Kita’s feelings.

Part 1: here

swathe

/verb/

wrap in several layers of fabric.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you struggle against your bindings. It’s been so long that the sky outside the car is darkening and you feel tears prick your eyes. You’ve made zero progress so far and you find yourself idly wondering how many bandages he used. Your whole supply, perhaps?

Escape was futile at this point, wasn’t it? But you couldn’t give up, not when you had so much to live for… and you weren’t sure Kita would let you live through this ordeal. For all you knew, he was planning to kill you somewhere secluded.

The only option you can see is to talk your way out of it, but you don’t see how. Who knows if he was willing to talk at this point.

“Why?” You whimper, “Why are you doing this?”

Kita’s eyes flick to the rearview mirror, seeming surprised. “Doing what?”

You’re dumbfounded, “Kidnapping me?”

“Oh,” Kita’s quiet for a moment, as though he didn’t plan to have to explain his reasoning to you, “I didn’t want to share you. With Aran. With the team. With everyone else.”

“If… if this is about my date with Aran, I can cancel,” you’re embarrassed by the way your voice comes out in a pathetic whine, but maybe it was better that way, to appeal to his sense of decency, “I never meant to hurt you. I didn’t know that you… I don’t know…”

You’d gladly cancel your date if it meant Kita would untie and let you go. You had no idea he was jealous or that his jealousy would lead him to go to such lengths. You’d always thought he was pretty emotionless and uncaring, never even had an inkling that he was interested in you that way.

“I’m glad you feel that way, (Y/n),” Kita responded, a small smile and blush playing across his face.

He kept driving.

“What do you want me to do?” Desperation is leaking into your voice now as it raises an octave, “I’ll do anything! I’ll quit my job if that makes you less jealous of your team. Please…”

“That won’t work,” Kita says dismissively, “You’ll just get another job and I’ll have to deal with that too. No, I don’t want to compete anymore. I can’t compete.”

The last bit of his sentence came out wavery, as though he was beating himself up about something. Perhaps he was insecure? Is that why his jealousy was so strong? It still didn’t explain… this.

“But Kita… I can’t just leave everyone behind…” You were willing to do just about anything, but you couldn’t just drop off the face of the earth. It wouldn’t be much better than what you worried he was about to do.

“I know,” He was giving you a pitying expression now, one that made your blood boil and renewed your efforts to escape your bindings once more, “That’s why I’m making the decision for you.”

“Are you going to kill me?” You had begun to doubt that was his endgame, but you needed to rule out the possibility.

Kita looked horrified at the very prospect, giving you a disbelieving look through the mirror, “What? Why would I do that? I love you.”

He turned his eyes back to the road, as though that answer solved everything. If anything it just left you feeling more hopeless. You’d learned about limerence in psychology- is that what this was? Was he really going to kidnap you and keep you with him until his feelings wore off? What if they didn’t wear off? Or what would he do if they did?

Reality sunk in like an anchor. You were really screwed, weren’t you? You weren’t getting out of this.

The person who held you here was the kind, quiet, unassuming volleyball captain who you’d thought would never hurt a fly. What happened? What went wrong? What did you do?

Tears began to roll down your cheeks but Kita didn’t notice until a quiet sob escaped your lips. His eyes softened, a certain sadness behind them.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t help it,” Kita murmured, “It’ll be okay. I’ll never harm you and I’ll make sure you’re happy.”

If anything, that made the tears fall faster. A part of you hoping to gain his pity let your sobs wrack your body loudly and violently. You felt like you were about to vomit all over yourself or pass out or both.

It’s not until the car takes a turn onto a gravel path, no longer on the road but into a driveway that reality hits you once more. Suddenly, you’re twisting and turning frantically in your bindings, screaming at the top of your lungs for somebody to save you.

Kita sighs in the driver’s seat but you can’t tell if it’s sadness, exasperation, or a dreamy sort of sigh. You can’t see him anymore through your tears.

He reaches a hand back to wipe at the river of tears. You try to flinch away but there’s nowhere to go.

“We’re home.”

You let out one last scream before your voice gives out completely.

#yandere #yandere haikyuu #haikyuu!! #yandere one shot #yandere x reader #one shot #yandere kita #kita shinsuke

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🪴- I think we can all agree that yandere inarizaki volleyball team is the worst team to be apart of, you have the Miya twins, suna, kita, and Aran. Holy fuck is that a nightmare team to have yandere for you, even if it is just platonic yanderes.

Yes, majority of the team are like psychopaths. Maybe the Miya twins are like sadists, hell the whole team is probably. But not towards reader. No, they show their sadistic nature to everyone around you. They're not as coddling as Shiratorzawa is, but they're definitely very protective of you, and combine that with their sadism, you get- no friends or relationships.

There presence is suffocating, they're all drilling holes into you every time they stare, and they are very sneaky. VERY STEALTHY with the way they handle your friends and admirers or anyone who tries to take your attention.

At least Kita protects you from punishments and shit the Miya twins try to drag you into. Captain Kita guides his team and tells them to keep an eye out for you at all times, be it during school or when you're at home, someone is keeping track of all your activities.

Suna also protects you, straight up holds your wrist and jerks you back whenever a ball comes flying in your direction. He also tells the twins "no" when they try to drag you away and join them on their dangerous shenanigans. However, Suna also tells you to cut it out when you try to sneak away from the group or dont quit complaining about not wanting to be walked to and back from your apartment every single day.

#yandere inarizaki #yandere kita #yandere suna #yandere miya twins #yandere haikyuu