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maliciouslove · 11 months

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𝕍𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕟

NSFW, dark content, aged up characters (21+)

ʚ pairing ɞ scumbag villain!izuku midoriya x morally corrupt hero!reader

ʚ word count ɞ 2.7k

ʚ summary ɞ izuku grew up with all power taken from him, so he became the type of person that enjoys making others feel powerless. nothing feeds his ego more than a cute girl crumbling under his touch and feeling powerless to stop him from sliding his hands all over her body in the packed train. until he meets you—a peculiar, equally fucked in the head girl that actually enjoyed the things he was doing to her. enjoyed the thrill of almost being caught. enjoyed having power taken from her. a debauched, morally corrupt hero in disguise.

ʚ tags ɞ frotteurism (fetish for groping people in crowded places), tw dubcon, tw noncon, tw sexual assault, tw sexual harassment, tw exhibitionism, tw power imbalance, pussy job, public sex, creampie, cw degradation, use of “whore” once

Just like any other child, Izuku Midoriya grew up wanting to be a hero, however, despite his aspirations, the boy never manifested a quirk. Still, he never gave up and never lost hope—that is, until he failed the UA entrance exam and was brutally made fun of by everyone else.

“Look at this loser, thinking he could pass the exam without an actual quirk, what a joke.”

“Jokes are funny, this guy is absolutely pathetic. Go home kid, become a policeman or fireman instead, leave the hero work for those with quirks.”

“Maybe if you take a swan dive off a roof, you’ll be born with a quirk in your next life.”

Some heroes they were going to be.

And that was when his mind started getting corrupt. Izuku went down a different, darker path than the one he had envisioned as a child. He mixed with the wrong people and little by little he shed off his hero dream, discarding it alongside his morals, being perfectly content being a scumbag villain instead.

All power was stripped away from him once the world learned he was quirkless, so he sought ways to make others feel even more powerless than he did. Nothing stroked his ego more than making cute girls squirm and crumble under his touch in paralyzing fear, as his hands wandered over their bodies on a packed train. He enjoyed the way their eyes would shut tightly as if to avoid confronting the reality of their own powerlessness in the situation. The way their bodies stiffened the moment he leaned in closer to take a whiff of their perfume.

Why aren’t you saying anything, pretty girl? You have a quirk, don’t you? That already makes you more qualified than me to be a hero. So why are you letting me touch you? Why are you keeping your eyes shut? Why are you giving me so much power?

Every little squirm, every hitch of their breath, every shake of their hands, and the way they would hope somebody would notice—it made Izuku feel powerful.

Do you know why you’re weaker than even me, sweetheart? Because you’re waiting for someone else to save you, you’re waiting for a hero.

That’s how his days went by—hop on the train, find the weakest target, the insecure girls, the quiet ones, the ones whose eyes still sparkled with hope that a big strong hero will always be there to protect them. Once he found his victim, he moved in, ready to prove them wrong—show them how little heroes actually care. Towering over them, he would stare down their cleavage, letting his imagination run wild as his hands slide up the side of their hip. An accidental grind against their ass, a swift trace of his index finger down the inside of their thigh. His ministrations would make his targets shrink even further, the thrill of being found out feeding his power hunger further and making his cock painfully hard in the confinement of his slacks.

It became routine until he was able to pick out the perfect targets with a single glance, until he was able to predict what each girl would do and how everything would play out. What he wasn’t expecting, however, was to find someone equally as debauched as him one day.

With your car being in the repair shop for the next week, you had started using public transport to get to work. That of course meant having to travel during peak hours, more often than not finding yourself pressed against strangers, sometimes absolute creeps, and yet some very dark and hidden part of you enjoyed that, the unwanted attention making you buzz with excitement.

And today was no different—you found yourself pushed in the very corner of the train car facing away from the other passengers. A large green-haired man stood right behind you, muscular arm holding onto the ceiling rail as his entire body loomed over your much smaller one.

The train was fully packed and everyone was minding their business— some sleeping, some listening to music, and others glued to their phones. Yet, the man behind you seemed to focus all his attention on you. You could feel his gaze travel down your nape, studying the curvature of your spine, eyes moving downwards to your ass and legs. It felt like prickles on your skin, like an invisible hand stripping you of all your clothes and the thought made you rub your thighs together.

The lack of space forced you both to stand very close to each other, the motions of the train pushing you into his chest every so often. You could tell he was using every opportunity to smell your hair, craning his neck downwards to also look down your shirt. You wonder if he could see what color your bra was, if he could see the lace poking out from under the collar of your shirt.

The train changed tracks again and you found yourself pressed against his chest once more. This time his large hand found purchase on your hip, thumb gently stroking the bit of skin that was showing above the hem of your skirt. In the reflection of the window, you see his green eyes staring into yours, full of lust and hunger. His aura threatening to consume you entirely and for a second, your body filling with fear, a heavy feeling settling in your chest.

You look away, quickly.

Your heart is hammering in your chest and you fear he can hear it, taste the blood that’s currently coursing through your veins.

The train shifts and you can feel his hard cock pressed against your ass, his fingers on your hip tightening their grip. Your body feels paralyzed under his touch.

But not by fear.

Excitement.

You let your body be swayed by the motion of the train, making sure to circle your ass back onto his cock, licking your lips and buzzing with pleasure when your skirt hitches on his bulge, lifting and revealing part of your panties. You take a swift look around to see if anyone is looking your way, but as usual, everyone is consumed in their own thoughts, too absorbed by their own miserable existence to notice anything else.

You’re dragged out of your momentary haze by his breath on your neck.

“What do you think you’re doing there, sweetheart, has your mommy not taught you any better?”

His voice is deep, feigning concern for you while his eyes ooze vile lust and need for control. His presence devours you, it feels like sludge covering you from head to toe, sliding down your throat and filling your lungs with dread, making you unable to talk, unable to even look him in the eye.

His hands move down your hips, hiking your skirt up even further, fingers tracing the delicate lace of your underwear. Your clit is throbbing with anticipation so perfectly masked as fear. For Izuku, your heightened pulse meant paralyzing fear, but only you knew the truth about how this made your blood boil in excitement. How much you wanted him to slide his hands between your legs, to fucking take you right then and there, amidst the people that could see the pleasure blooming on your face any second now.

You faintly hear the unzipping of his slacks and feel the warmth of his cock on your bare skin—it’s thick and heavy against your ass cheek, smearing pre on your skin and panties. You’re feeling dizzy, body going limp in his strong arms as his hand sneaks around your waist and cups your pussy under the frills of your skirt.

For a brief moment, his movements pause as his mind processes what he’s feeling—you’re soaking wet, panties completely drenched, arousal practically dripping down your thighs. He was used to women’s bodies reluctantly reacting to him, but this was rather different. His eyes dart forward, inspecting your features more closely now—your heart was erratic, but not because of crippling fear. He leans in, noticing how blown your pupils are, consuming all the color in your eyes. Lips parted and chest heaving, he finally finds the piece of the puzzle that seemed to be missing, the explanation behind the odd feeling of being unable to predict what his prey will do next—your eyes had the same fragmented madness behind them.

You were just as sick as he was.

Without a second of hesitation, the hand that’s cupping your sex moves your panties to the side, thick and calloused fingers running through your wet folds, spreading your arousal and circling around your clit with tender motions.

A whimper escapes your lips before you can stop it—your skin is on fire and your insides are melting under this stranger's touch. You close your eyes in an attempt to compose yourself while the hand on your hip travels up your sides to squeeze your breast, teasing your nipples over the fabric. The green-haired man’s breath is almost as erratic as yours, his hard and leaking cock evidence of how turned on he was by your compliance, by the fact you were actually enjoying being used like this in public.

His cock now rubs between your thighs, his hot skin meeting your sticky one, and your insides beginning to knot just by the thought. You’re letting a complete stranger get off on you. You secretly hope that someone else on the train has noticed and is maybe even enjoying the show.

Your insides are aching for relief so you push yourself against his cock, the mushroom tip spreading and gliding between your folds, clit rubbing against the veins on his shaft.

Holding yourself with one hand by the ceiling rail and slightly lifting yourself onto your tiptoes, feeling the tip of his cock pushing against your entrance. Biting your lip you sink back onto his cock, taking two inches past your entrance, grazing your soft walls. The adrenaline coursing through your veins makes you experience every sensation trifold, makes you want to shamelessly grind against him and moan in ecstasy, but you are in public, therefore you compose yourself and relish in the slow feeling of being filled up by this man.

Izuku’s hand grips your waist harder, fucking himself into your tight, greedy cunt, feeling himself being sucked in by your plush walls. You are practically dripping onto his cock, the natural lubrication allowing him to smoothly fully sheathe himself inside you, putting his other hand over your mouth to prevent to moan that was about to escape your lips.

He holds you there, flush against him, the tip of his cock pressing against the deepest, most delicious spot inside you, subtle hip movements rocking you back and forth, the slow motion allowing him to massage that sweet spot he currently finds himself pressed against.

His eyes briefly scan the train cart, confirming that every passenger is still oblivious to what’s going on, continuing to push you off his thick cock, only to slide back in, softly, as though not to make a sound.

He’s big in every sense. His large frame hiding you from any onlookers, big hands easily maneuvering you onto his fat cock, splitting you open and pushing through the resistance of your tight hole. Your body jolts as he stretches you out almost painfully, but every time he thrusts inside you, you see stars in your vision from how deep he was.

You feel snug and warm around Izuku’s cock and he could stay buried inside you forever. He’s never met anyone this fucked up who would let him use them for his own pleasure. In a fully packed train nonetheless. You were sick and twisted just like Izuku, making him relish in the feeling, sensing that you’re not going to cause a scene and opting to let go of your waist in favor of sliding his hand down the front of your pelvis and playing with your puffy clit.

The moment he started drawing soft circles around your sensitive nub he felt your knees give in and your insides clench. God, you were going to come undone for him.

He watches your eyebrows pinch together as you bite your lip, slowly increasing the pace of his thrusts. You look so pretty, trying to keep your pleasure hidden, but shamelessly moving your hips to match his own.

For the first time during this train ride, you look into his eyes and maintain eye contact instead of shyly breaking it off. There is pure sin set ablaze in your eyes, a lustful need, a burning desire that he feels he needs to quench. Just your eyes alone could make Izuku cum on the spot, seductive and debauched, deprived and full of the same madness as his own.

Your eyes beg him, so he obeys.

With one final, rather harsh thrust Izuku buries himself to the hilt, emptying his load deep inside your gummy walls, spurting thick white ropes of cum while nuzzling his face in your neck—committing your scent to memory.

The train slows down as it approaches the next stop and the strange man gently pulls out. Your hands quickly fix your panties and skirt, hiding any evidence of his ministrations. His load slowly trickles down, soiling your panties, and yet the feeling brings you nothing but joy, as if you were currently on cloud nine.

The train comes to a halt, an alarm signaling the opening of the doors blares out.

The mass of people began leaving the train, the tall green-haired man seamlessly blending into the crowd and disappearing.

Avoiding eye contact and swiftly walking past clusters of people, Izuku was assured he was out of danger, turning around the corne—

“Where do you think you’re going, handsome?” You cut off his path and look into his eyes, a smile that didn’t reach your eyes plastered on your lips. “I’m not quite done with you yet.”

“Aw, I don’t think anyone’s ever come for seconds before.” Izuku places his hands in his pockets, giving you a smug smile and shamelessly tracing every curve of your body with his eyes, imagining what you look like without all those pesky clothes on.

“Aw, you know, you’re kinda cute, Izuku Midoriya,” The green-haired man's smile faltered. From the inside pocket of your jacket you pull out a card that he immediately recognizes. A card he was destined to never ever obtain. “Too bad I’m gonna have to arrest you.”

Before his mind could assimilate, you had easily pushed him against the wall with his hands behind his back, placing handcuffs on his wrists.

“Y-You can’t arrest me, you whore, you literally let me fuck you, what kind of hero are you?” He spits out in shock, words laced with venom, growling in attempting to shake you off, even though panic rises in his throat like bile. “You’re no fucking hero, you’re just like me.”

“Mm, I probably am… but see, I have a quirk so I can get away with being a morally corrupt hero.” The words spoken in a sickly sweet voice rang in his ears, deafening, despite being whispered, meant only for his ears to hear.

Izuku opens his mouth to argue, to threaten to expose you, but you shush him with an index finger over his lips.

“Don’t bother, who do you think they are going to believe? A pro-hero with a quirk and a squeaky clean record, or a quirkless scumbag that we have hundreds of reports on for sexual harassment and assault?”

With no affection or remorse you yank him by the hair and lick the shell of his ear.

“I had fun, Izuku. Find me when you get out of jail.” You place a final feather light kiss to his cheek and lead him through the crowds to bring him into the nearest precinct.

No man would ever make you feel as alive and exhilarated as he did, the memory of what you did being something you often revisit when you get yourself off late into the night after patrol, thinking of his villainous green eyes, while your words would haunt Izuku and play on a loop each night as he plotted ways to find you once he had served his time.

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ndcultureis · 11 months

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C-PTSD culture is hating that someone sexually harassed you and your friend on multiple occasions, and when you both tell this to your other friend they say 'sorry' and that they 'didn't know,' but then when you talk to them a few months later their tone has changed and now they're just saying that you and your friend, who, again, were both sexually harassed, were overreacting and he (the sexual harasser) was just joking.

(like why would you joke about wanting to forcefully kiss someone and say 'it's your word against mine'?)

(also to keep people safe please tag this as sa or something close thanks)

#neurodivergent culture #mod milo #tw.sexual assault

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stinkyweasley · 1 year

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Percy Hynes White disabled his instagram comments after women have come forward with sexual assault allegations on twitter. Plenty of evidence against him.

A thread about everything.

#percy hynes white #tw.sexual assault #cancelpercy

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nkogneatho · 2 years

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What’s a show or movie you watched that you watched when you were younger and thought it was fine but when you remembered/watched it again you realized how ducked up that was?

For me it would have been Twilight, then I remember my manhua phase and how desensitized I became to grape.

Tw: teen pregnancy.

I once watched this episode of a series with real love stories. They glorified and romanticized teen pregnancy and I thought "Oh my god. They love each other so much. So what if they made a mistake. It's okay." I was 13 and now I realized how fucked up that was of them to show promote unprotected sex and normalize that shit.

#And yes then i had the YAOI phase too #The romanticizing of sa gave me creeps #tw.sexual assault #💌toodles

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whoreshijima · 2 years

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Tw tw SA in the tags

#tw.sexual assault #tw.SA #just scrolling on tinder #see the man that SAd me #feel like #throwing up #like #he’s just there #i avoided him this whole time #blocked him on everything and didn’t associate myself with anything he’s involved with #but he’s there #HES STILL #REAL #i wanna sob and cry #i thought I forgot I thought I was over it #omfg kill me

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rosesandtoshi · 3 years

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Mine ✬ Kuroo Tetsurō

✬ Pairing: Yandere Tetsurō Kuroo x F!Reader

✬ Warnings: Smut, yandere, non canon/dub canon, choking, slapping, rape, stalking, possessive, virgin reader, slight degradation.

✬ A/N: Decided to try my hand at yandere. Uh a good friend of mine was an inspiration for this since I love her yandere work. Please be gentle if I didn’t get everything right. I tried really hard.

PLEASE DO NO READ IF ANY OF THE WARNINGS TRIGGER YOU. 18+ ONLY. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

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Kuroo watched the girl make all the coffees at the shop. He normally didn’t drink coffee but he went to a coffee shop with Kenma a few weeks ago and now he can’t stop coming back. The girl who made his coffee had spellbound him. With her (h/l, h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes, he knew he needed to have her. The way she smiled at him when she gave him his caffeinated drink; to the way her hand grazed over his. He knew she was the one. He watched her from the table outside daily; never ordering anything, just sitting there, and watching. He wondered if she noticed him.

She watched as the black haired man sat outside for the fifth time that day. She remembered serving him coffee one morning and ever since he had been coming back but never coming in. He watched her like a hawk and it started to make her uncomfortable.

“Is that spikey hair guy still out there?” Her coworker asked.

“Yeah, this is the fifth time today.” She said, trying not to look at him. Her boss was aware, but he assumed he was harmless. If he wanted to hurt her, he would’ve by now.

“Maybe he took one glance at you and fell in love.” Her coworker teased. She smiled a bit at him.

“Shut up.” She said, giving in a slight push. “We’re behind on orders.”

“Better get hustling then honey.” He sent a wink at her.

Outside Kuroo felt his blood boil. How dare another man make her smile? How dare another man make her laugh? Kuroo knew he had to stay calm though. Soon his plan would go underway.

Nighttime soon fell and the rest of the customers were slowly leaving. Her coworker was long gone as she was the closing barista that night. Once the last customer left, Kuroo slipped in the shop and locked the door behind him. She heard the chime go off from the back and went out to the front and noticed him.

“Hi sir, the shop is closed.” She smiled at him. He just started at her. “Umm, sir, I said the shop is closed.”

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“Y/n.” She said, trying to move towards the panic button by the front counter. She didn’t want to alert him to what she was doing so she tried to keep the conversation. “What’s your name?”

“Kuroo Tetsurō.” He said, moving around to go to the counter. She moved back. “What are you afraid of kitten?”

“Please don’t hurt me.” She said, looking at him.

“Now why would I want to hurt you? You’re the love of my life. The future mother of my children. I’d never hurt you love.”

“I don’t know you. How can I be your wife?” She asked him, her anxiety started to rise. She made the mistake of glancing down at the panic button. She looked back at him and noticed the way his eyes darkened.

“Now now, why would you go and do that?” She made a break for the button but he was too fast. He grabbed her by the hair and she cried out, the tears flowing down her face.

“Please. I’ll do anything Kuroo. Just don’t hurt me.” Kuroo smirked at her words and pulled her up by her wrists.

“Kitten, you have to be no more than 19, 20?” He started, his grip tightening. “I’ve been watching you. You go to school and then you come to the place. How can you raise a child with no money? I’ll take care of you. I’ll do whatever you want. Just be mine?” She felt the tears run down her face more. She knew what was about to happen. She knew she was going to be raped and then forced to be with her rapist. A loud slap echoed the shop and she felt her cheek well up. “Answer me.” She could only choke out a sob. He roughly grabbed her hair and shoved her down on her knees. All she could do was cry as Kuroo started to unbuckle his pants and pull his cock out of his underwear. Her eyes widened at his size; long, thick, his tip an angry red with precum on it.

“Open your mouth.” He stated. She looked up at him. Another slapped landed on her cheek. “Hurry up slut. Quit keeping me waiting.” She swallowed hard before she opened her mouth. Before she knew it, he slammed into her fully. She gagged around his length as he started to fuck her mouth. More tears spilled out of her eyes as she tried to not pass out. She struggled to breathe through her nose and his thrusts picked up. “God your mouth fills so good kitten. I can only imagine what that pussy feels like. You’re a virgin no?” She started to get light headed before he pulled out, her bending over and gasping and choking for air. Her face makeup and hair were trashed.

“Aww, is my kitten okay?” He bent down and pulled her chin up. “You look so cute like this.” He gripped her throat and pulled him towards her, his lips on hers. The kiss was sloppy and rough. No love or passion behind it at all. His grip on her throat tightened. “You better kiss back now.” She started to move her lips in sync with his as one of his hands moved down to her breasts. He pinched her nipple through her shirt and unfamiliar wave went through her. The heat in her panties started to grow. “Seems you’re finally giving in.” His lips moved down her jaw and to her neck. She licked and bit her neck, leaving her big purple bruises. A small moan left her lips as he continued to knead her breasts.

“Take your clothes off.” He pulled away from her and watched as she shakily started to strip her clothes off. She silently cried to herself for two reasons; one what was about to happen and two that she was actually starting to enjoy this. She was going to lose her virginity on the grimy floor of the coffee shop. She watched as Kuroo stripped himself of his clothes as well and then pulled her body flush against his. She knew there was no reason to fight. He was much bigger and stronger than her. He has already over powered her easily. “You’re so warm kitten. Lay down.”

She laid her back on the floor and tried to close her legs, but his large hands pried them open. More tears fell down her face as she felt his slender fingers run up and down her folds. Her body jolted up a bit when he started to rub circles on her clit.

“See I knew you would like this.” He said as he started to rub faster. She couldn’t hold back her moan any longer. He moved his fingers and pushed his pointer finger into her pussy; his thumb still rubbing her clit. She cried out as Kuroo started to pump faster; adding another finger. A knot in her stomach started to grow and before she knew it, she was gushing around his fingers. “That was fast. Seems like you’re ready for my cock now.” He started to move his body above hers.

“Wait, I’m not-” Before she could finish, Kuroo plunged inside of her bottoming out. A scream came from her as she felt a warm liquid run down her leg. Tears formed again as he started pumping fast and hard into her.

“God this pussy is so tight.” Kuroo seethed out. “Way better than I expected.” His pace continued as he felt her pussy start to convulse around him. “That pussy is going to milk me kitten. I am going to fill you up nice and full with my cum. You want that? Want to be full of my cum?” She just nodded as he snapped his hips in her. Her fate was about to be sealed. She knew she’d be stuck with this man forever. His pace quickened. He started to grunt as he shot his load deep in her pussy. She felt hot thick ropes of it going inside of her. He stilled as he finished. He laughed and looked down at her face, a hand going to her cheek.

“I love you. And I am going to take good care of you and our child okay?” He said sweetly. He kissed her lips one more time before pulling out and grabbing his clothes. “Get cleaned up and then I will take you home. I’ll have arrangements made for you to quit school and quit this place. You’re mine now.”

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#yandere #haikyuu!!#yandere kuroo #haikyuu smut #non canon #yandere haikyuu #kuroo tetsurou #hq kuroo #tw.rape #tw.sexual assault #tw.slapping #tw.degradation #tw: violence #kuroo x reader #tw.choking #kuroo smut

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saintobio · 2 years

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how graphic is the sa in olal? 😭 I’m kinda scared for y/n. Fuck prince fionn or whatever his name is 🤬

it’s mostly dialogues, i’m actually writing that scene rn. skip ACT VII SCENE I bc that might be triggering for you. fionn has an unhealthy obsession with the mc :’(

#🖤: letters to saint #play: of lovers and liars #tw.sexual assault

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bokutoslittlebird · 3 years

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Iwaizumi Hajime + Gore

— featuring Hinata Shōyo, Bokuto Kōtarō

Summary: Getting lost and winding up in an old asylum sounds like a bad idea, but with the rain getting heavier and winds getting stronger, you and your friends had no choice. It’s a shame the place isn’t empty and you’re up next on the chopping block.

Warnings: gender neutral/vague description of genitalia, blood, murder, cuckolding, noncon, major character death, cannibalism, throat ripping, knife play/used as a threat, barbed wire usage, strangling, stabbing/violence, use of blood as lube

With your heart pounding in your ears, you tried to keep yourself from falling as you ran down the dim hall, turning as Hinata did. Both of you ended up finding a room with a bunch of overturned bedding and medical instruments, so you both hid in different places, him the cupboard and you behind the door. As you forced yourself to breath quietly, you heard the voice of the man hunting you both down.

Iwaizumi Hajime.

A piece of paper found when you had arrived listed several past asylums patients, with faces scribbled on or shredded over, but you managed to see the face and name of one of them. Iwaizumi was easily recognized by you after you witnessed him and another man gorging on your friend, twitching as he was eaten alive and strapped. In a classic move, another friend screamed and alerted them, so everyone was forced to survive the rainstorm inside a decrepit building with two murderers on the loose.

Heavy footsteps passed by the room you two were in, only stopping for a moment as you held your breath. You saw his shadow and a flashlight enter the room, but then they both left. Waiting for the footsteps to disappear, Hinata left the cabinet he was in. “Come on, let’s leave,” he whispers, encouraging you to come out. “The storm is probably almost over,”

“And if it isn’t?”

“It’s better than this,” he pointedly looks towards the open door. Had anyone passed by, you’d both be dead. “I promise I’ll get us out of here,” he promises, even holding a pinkie finger. You nod, sealing the promise with your own finger. With a quick kiss on your lips, he’s pulling you up and out of the room, checking before heading in the opposite direction of Iwaizumi. There’s another man to worry about, but he’s loud when he finds his prey, encouraging them to run, so your only real concern is Iwaizumi.

The way in isn’t an option to leave, since it’s been boobytrapped, as learned through Hinata’s friend. The only way is through the back door in the gymnasium, which is where everything began. Creeping in, it’s lit well enough for you both to silently walk through, passing the pool of dried blood from the first victim of the night. Gagging, you have to force yourself to look from the scene when you notice body parts scattered around the area. Getting to the end is long, but you both feel relaxed when you don’t hear anything and end up at the door, ready to get to freedom.

That thought is short when the open doors reveal a drenched, but grinning, Iwaizumi who quickly stabs his machete into Hinata, who was in front of you. Instead of hanging back, you bolt to leave the room, only to fall as your leg gets sliced off, your blood revealing an invisible fish line. Then is when the other one comes out, waving at you with a smile on his face while you scream in agony. “You both did well, hiding for so long. I’d have let you go if you hid until the sun came up,” Iwaizumi says, a slow clap as he kicks Hinata, who’s on the ground as he struggles to pull out the blade. “You’ll die, you know? Wouldn’t want—” he puts his foot on the handle, shoving it in deeper until it’s out Hinata’s back, “—you to die,”

The agonizing scream from Hinata has you turning to try and crawl towards him, reaching out, but you’re held back. “Wouldn’t do that if I were you. Don’t need you slicing yourself before your boyfriend’s eyes, do you?” The man says, moving you to sit properly. The pressure on your fresh wound has you screaming and squirming, but a knife to your throat has them turning into sobs. Unfortunately, Iwaizumi doesn’t seem like playing with Hinata right now.

“Bokuto, change spots. I want him to watch,” is all he says, but it’s enough to have your blood turning ice cold. Bokuto nods, letting you fall against the tile as he kicks your boyfriend to his side, keeping his head facing your body as Iwaizumi stands over you. When he kneels, you attempt to kick him away, but a strong grip right in your bloody flesh has you screaming again, tears flowing even heavier. “Wouldn’t do that, either. It’s a shame I’ll have to kill you. We could’ve let you join us, you know?” As he talks, his hands, bloody, roam over your body until they’re pulling down your pants. More squirming gets him to retrieve his own knife, brandishing it against your chest. “Just sit back and take it. You’ll die either way.”

Despite his warning, he doesn’t seem to be too bothered by your struggles and wails, perhaps enjoying the fear he strikes into you. In fact, when your struggles lessen and you do end up accepting your fate, blurry eyes barely registering his movements, he forces more pain. Stabbing his knife into your stomach has you jerking, moving to lick him with your other leg that has him switching his target, getting your blood all over his clothes. Your throat is hoarse from the screaming you’ve done, them more sobs and whimpers, but the screams that pierce the room are Hinata’s, who’s head is forced to face you.

“Even in death, you two can be together. Isn’t that nice?” Bokuto asks, using his fingers to give Hinata a smile. “You should be a bit more grateful you’re able to see them anymore,” he coos, a mocking tone that has angry tears streaming down Hinata’s face. He can’t do anything, not even when Bokuto’s knife is handed to Iwaizumi. Bokuto simply reaches into his pocket and pulls out a coil of barbed wire, the sharp thorns pricking his flesh that doesn’t seem to bother him.

Using the extra knife, Iwaizumi uses the jagged edge to rip into your other leg, practically rendering it useless as he cuts into the artery in it. Once he’s put it out of commission, he uses both knife to immobilize your arms, slashing the nerves and preventing you from pulling out the blades. Completely helpless, all you can do is feel as he pulls your pants off enough for him to push your legs up, exposing your sex to him. You’re dry as can be and can only expect him to go in with the idea of giving you more pain, but he decides to take some pity on you, digging his fingers in your leg wounds and slathering your blood on your thighs and genitals, until it’s a gooey mess.

It hurts, but it’s bearable after the suffering he’s already put you through. All it takes is a few globs of your blood over your hole for him to deem it decent, pushing the tip of his hardened cock into you. The stretch is almost worse than the violence everywhere else, but it’s bearable over the agonizing screaming from Hinata, only to hear it almost immediately silenced. Turning your head, you find it in you to scream, but not reach out, as your eyes watch Bokuto using the barbed wire to dig into Hinata’s neck, small trails of blood flowing from the wounds. He can’t even get some time to breathe, only scratching at wire that splits and damages his fingertips, all while you can only watch in horror as his life fades with each second. A stab into your side has your attention back to the man inside of you, your fingers unable to twitch as you can only gasp from the pain.

Despite blood loss and wounds, you only have a small headache and are completely aware of him moving inside of you. Removing the blade from you, he makes a show of licking your fresh blood off the blade as he moves even faster. “I usually do a better job as a partner, but I can make do,” he grunts, dragging his cock against your raw walls. The blood he used to act as lube is useless, him moving in and out of your completely dry walls, making a burning sting erupt from them, only worsened with each thrust. In almost no time at all, he’s letting out a low moan as he pushes your legs even further into your chest, making it harder to breathe. A few more slaps of his skin to yours and your eyes are rolling as you feel him fill you up, a low groan as he bucks his hips even further into you, making sure it’s deep inside.

Pulling out, you feel his cum ooze out of you as your legs lay limp. Hinata is still breathing, having witnessed Iwaizumi finish inside of you as tears and blood are streamed down his face and onto the floor, bloody finger trails under him. It’s a pitiful scene, but it’s not over until you’re dead, after all. You watch as Bokuto and Iwaizumi do rock-paper-scissors, with Bokuto winning. His win results in you once more watching as he strangles Hinata with the barbed wire, digging in even more to the skin as Hinata’s eyes bulge from his head. With a horrified gasp from you, with wide eyes, you watch as Bokuto’s arms flex and Hinata’s body goes limp, blood spewing out from his neck onto you.

A scream leaves your throat, despite how hoarse, but it’s silenced when you feel some blunt and sharp teeth digging into your flesh. With a strong enough jaw, Iwaizumi completely snaps through your throat, ripping it from your body as you also go limp, everything going black.

#BB.Kinky #BB.Dark #haikyuu smut #Mr. Kōtarō #Mr. Hajime #Mr. Shōyō #tw.cannibalism #tw.violence #tw.gore #tw.blood #tw.major character death #tw.sexual assault #tw.noncon #tw.asphyxiation #tw.strangling #tw.cuckolding

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sugawara-sweetheart · 3 years

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concept: yaku babytrapping you (m)

❥yaku morisuke x fem!reader

❥warnings: yandere, controlling behaviour, financial abuse, mentions of murder/murderous thoughts, consensual sex, sexual assault (removal of condom), babytrapping, pregnancy, miscarriage mentions

❣︎anon: aight! can i officially request yan yaku poking holes in his condoms as a means to knock you up and stop you from ever leaving him? and maybe the aftermath of it(only if you want to though ^^) - yan anon

he didn’t understand why you wanted a job. sure, you’d spent years studying for a degree, paying tuition fees and working hard but you didn’t need one, not when you had yaku as your boyfriend. he’s so committed to you, so loving and captivated by your existence he didn’t think you’d ever want to work a day in your life when he’s here for you. he wants to care for you- he wants to be the one to buy you beautiful clothes and gifts, to keep you happy and stable in your wonderful shared home, to keep you safe from the pigs outside.

men are dangerous. he knows how they’d look at a beautiful person like you and want you all for themselves. they’d become enthralled by you, obsessed and stop at nothing to have you. they could hurt you, steal you away and force their love onto you, ripping you away from your one place of happiness, your one true love that’s yaku. but he can’t have that.

there’s been a few close calls- the guy who’d asked for your number once when yaku left alone in public for just a moment. if he hadn’t returned to the table just in time maybe you would’ve given it- you’d have been stolen away by another man not even worthy of you, gone from yaku forever. his world would be dark without you- and he couldn’t control the surge of anger that rushed through him seeing you look so flustered from another man.

“what the hell’s going on here?”

“morisuke-” you looked startled, your eyes widening as you look at the man. that’s when yaku’s eyes fall on the hand he’s placed on your forearm, and all he saw was red when he lunged for the man, grabbing whatever he could off the table. you’d cried when the police and paramedics came, the stranger’s hand impaled with a steak knife and blood oozing all over the white tablecloth. you’d told yaku he was lucky he didn’t press charges, but yaku simply didn’t care. he’d kill for you, do anything for you, just as long as it meant you were with him forever.

there’d been plenty of other times. bar fights and broken glass bottles, screaming matches till your throat was red raw and you were sobbing, just begging yaku to be normal. but this is normal, he’s utterly in love with you and what sort of man would he be if he didn’t protect you, if he didn’t show his love for you and keep you safe, keep you happy with him? he doesn’t have a life without you, and you don’t have a life without him.

that’s why it’s a slap in the face when you finally get a job after so long. first yaku feels betrayed- how did you leave the house without him to go for your interview? when did you even apply- he hadn’t seen it on your search history or any calls or emails? how were you hiding these things from him- what else were you hiding?

“i’ll be gaining independence.” you smile the first day of work. yaku watches darkly, eyes piercing into you as he watches you adjust your shirt. it’s too tight, too revealing of your wonderful body- another asset that’ll just lure in men. is this what you want?

“you know i can take care of you.” you meet his eyes in the mirror but you don’t respond except for a small, wry smile before you’re reaching for your bag and leaving, the door snapping shut behind. why do you want independence? what money do you need when yaku can provide for you? why do you need other friends when you have him? why do you need a life when your entire world should be him?

seeing you at work is hard. the first few times you’d been sweet, beaming as you introduced him to your coworkers, putting the bouquet of flowers he’d bring you on your desk. it gave him a thrill to see the framed photograph of the two of you on holiday you have in your cubicle too, giggling that everyone can see who you belong to. but then it starts to become sour.

you don’t greet yaku with a smile anymore when he’s coming up to your office floor, instead looking scandalised as you stare at him carrying the bouquet of flowers and teddies across the workspace.

“morisuke,” you hiss, lowering your head as your colleagues peer at you. you even turn your head away when he leans in to kiss you, his lips narrowly missing yours and pressing against your cheek instead. “you can’t keep coming, i have work to do.” why do you seem so embarrassed? where’s the photo frame on your desk? you think he doesn’t know but he’s smarter than he lets on.

yaku sees the fallen petals withering by the dustbin. there’s no vase ready for the new flowers and you start to come home from work later, sometimes rosy-cheeked and eyes sparkling with the scent of alcohol lingering on your breath. once you’d even pulled up in an unfamiliar car, a bright laugh apparent on your face as you glanced back at the stranger, waving. he knows what you’re planning- he knows you’re saving your salary, that soon you may not even need him and the worries keeps yaku awake at night, his eyes piercing into your sleeping form beside him on the bed. you look so happy as you sleep, eyelids twitching and chest rising with calm breaths. but it’d be easy to keep you with him forever, to make sure he’s all you know for eternity before it’s too late. he could get his pillow and hold it over your face, pressing it down and you wouldn’t even struggle- you’d slowly breathe your last, forever being his.

but then you’d be gone forever, and yaku would be lost. his world would cease to exist and the idea of that fills him with more dread, his stomach churning with nausea. there has to be a better way, a way where you’d be forever his, forever bound to him with no way to escape. simply locking you up wouldn’t help- you have a life now and there’d be questions. what if you grew to resent him? and marriage was breakable, easily nullified the moment you decided you simply didn’t love him anymore.

this was a better way.

you’re too fucked out to notice the thin little holes disrupting the foil packet. you clearly don’t care, not when you’re whining and bucking your hips up desperately, drooling with your lustful eyes hazy. you’re sopping wet, slick dribbling down between your thighs and leaking a puddle on the bedsheets below you from being edged to the point of tears.

“morisuke,” you whine, squirming below him with your eyes fixated on his painfully hard cock. “want you now- please!”

“don’t worry, i’ll fuck you good, baby.” you’re too fucked out to notice the smile that stretches across yaku’s face is too cold, too unnerving as he slides the condom onto his cock. “don’t worry, i’m going to make you feel so fucking good.”

there’s a thrill running through him as he slides his sheathed cock into your hole, your warm walls tightening around him with little resistance and your loud moans filling the room as he thrusts into you. you’re so oblivious, your eyes hazy and lust-filled with sinful means falling freely as he fucks his cock against your spongy walls, drool spilling from your open mouth as he pounds into you.

“m-morisuke! fuck- feels so good!” your hips buck up to meet his, your hands gripping your tits as your walls tighten around him.

“you like that? you like me fucking you like this?” his hand trails up your chest, gripping your throat and the lewd moan that you release is so beautiful. he fucks you harder, cock throbbing between your sensitive walls and you’re whining when the coil in your stomach tightens.

“g-gonna cum!” your back arches off the bed, chest pressing against yaku’s and wetness gushes from you, tight walls convulsing around him as he moans. he fucks you through your high, your orgasm triggering his and heavy moans fall from his lips, heart thumping as cum floods the condom.

you’re panting, eyes fluttering shut with drowsiness that you don’t notice the icy smile creeping on yaku’s face as his fingers loosen around your throat, but he doesn’t let go. maybe if you’d have opened your eyes you’d have seen how utterly wrong this was.

he isn’t sure how long it’d take but he doesn’t stop. it isn’t hard to prick a needle through the foil packets, permeating it with tiny little holes that you’d never notice. there’s some days when you’re so fucked out, mind so clouded and so desperate to cum that you don’t even realise when he slips the entire condom off, sheathing himself in you and fucking you till he’s spilling his seed in you. and poor, oblivious you who drifts off into sleep the moment you’re falling from the high of your orgasm, you never really realise.

“you okay?” a deep frown is etched on your face when you look up at yaku from where you’re sat at the edge of the bed, leg bouncing nervously. he can see your bottom lip trembling, the tears swimming in your eyes as you nervously twist your hands together. is this it? hope is rising in his chest, his heart thumping as he forces himself to keep a straight face when he sits beside you, reaching out to take your hand into his. “hey, what’s up? you can speak to me.”

“m-morisuke.” a tear rolls down your cheek and your voice cracks slightly. “i’m pregnant.”

it’s hard for him to feign shock. his mouth falls open as he stares at you, watching you cry softly, but instead nothing but pure joy is filling him. his heart thumps with happiness and he feels so warm with the knowledge that you’re his forever.

“oh y/n,” he sighs, pulling you into his arms. “it’s okay, we’ll do this together.”

“but i don’t want-” his grip tightens on you, nails piercing into the flesh of your back as he holds you.

“we’ll do this together.”

it’s not a question. it’s not a suggestion. it’s a decision.

it’s hard to feel resentful about the growing child in your slowly swelling stomach. it’s not the child’s fault. it’s not your fault. it’s not Yaku’s fault- you’d always used protection almost religiously, but you can’t help but feel suffocated.

this child binds you to him forever. no matter how much you want to pull away from him, the man who sends a cold chill running down your spine, the man you wished you’d never met. but now there’s no escape, especially when you’re carrying his child. the unborn child he already loves.

it’s like there’s no escape. yaku dotes on you and the child festering in you too much you feel like you can’t breathe- he’s pressuring you to quit your job, claiming the stress of a workplace is no environment for a pregnant person. you can’t do anything at home- all the cleaning, cooking, household chores is controlled by yaku and he refuses to let you out of his sight, claiming what if something happens to you. it’s frustrating and stressful, and although the guilt eats at you from the inside out, you don’t stop yourself from wishing that you can wake up in a pool of blood.

#yandere!yaku #darkconfectionery #tw.yandere #tw.abuse #tw.sexual assault #tw.babytrapping #tw.pregnancy #yandere yaku x reader #yandere yaku imagines #yandere #tw.infantilisation #tw.miscarriage #yandere haikyuu #yandere haikyuu imagines #yandere haikyuu x reader #neems’ queueueuuee :3

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