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kiyosamu · 6 months

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Cheater, Cheater. ♡

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Pairing: Rintaro Suna x Reader

Synopsis: Suna’s cheating on his girlfriend with you. He can’t help it. You’re just so… addictive. Something about you. He’s obsessed.

CW(?): Implied smut, not explicit. Reader is shameless and doesn’t really care that he has a girlfriend. Reader is into him, but doesn’t want anything more (and he hates this).

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“Why do you lie to her so much?” You ask, tilting your head. His fingers tighten into your hips as you sit on his lap. “What’s the point?”

Suna sighs.

“Because she’s my girlfriend and I’m cheating on her with you. It’s not like I can just come clean with that information.” Suna leans in, kissing your neck softly. “It's fun. I don't love her like I love you. I don't feel real passion with her. I don't feel like she completes me. When I'm with you, I get that excitement. That rush.”

Suna stops for a moment, thinking of his next response before murmuring against your lips. “I have fun with my girlfriend, yeah, but that's it—fun. You make me feel… alive.”

“So?” You ask in response, pressing your lips back to his. “Why are you with her?”

“She’s good company. She’s my friend. She’s… comfortable, I guess. I can’t just break her heart like that.” Suna looks into your eyes. “I might not love her, but I do care for her. She just doesn’t give me what I need.”

You hum softly, sliding your hand under his shirt. “And? What is it that you so desperately need?”

Suna chuckles, his pupils slightly widening as your fingers softly trail circles on his toned abdomen. “I said it earlier—the excitement…”. He looks you in the eyes, his lips just barely an inch from yours as he whispers, “the passion… the rush.”

You nod, acknowledging his answer silently and resting your hands on your thighs. “Right, well. I gotta go.”

“Wait, no.” He rests his hands on top of yours. “Where? Why?”

“Relax, Rin. I have a final tomorrow.” You take his left hand and pull it close to your mouth, sucking on his index and middle fingers as you stare innocently into his eyes.

Suna groans, pulling his hand back. “You know that’s torture for me. Don’t do shit like that. Don’t look at me like that.”

You laugh softly, giving his cheek two little taps and getting out of his car. You lean in the passenger side window and continue your conversation. “I’ll see you later. Hopefully the sweet girl waiting up for you can take care of…” You glance down at his obvious erection. “That.”

“You’re such a bitch.” You smile wickedly as he says those words. “I like you, you know that?”

You roll your eyes. “You’ve told me once or twice. Bye, Rin.” Your smirk returns to your lips as you turn around, walking back through your college campus, swaying your hips with the knowledge that he was watching you.

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Suna spends time idly pleasing his girlfriend by taking her for dinner and dessert. He couldn’t stand this. As much as he loved you, he couldn’t stand the sick thoughts running through his head as he sat across the table from such a kind girl. A good girl. Tall, blonde, athletic. They had so much in common. On paper, they made a great match. Perfect, even. But Suna was bored. She bored him, and he didn’t know why. She was safe.

You, on the other hand, were unpredictable. You didn’t fawn over him the way other girls did. Hell, he wasn’t sure you even liked him half the time. But when your lips met for the first time he knew that he wouldn’t be able to stop. Ever. It was like a hit of the most delicious high he’d ever had. He wanted you. Even if you didn’t want him, you were his.

Suna begins to think of you the moment he’s alone again. You didn't want him to call or text you very often, so he contemplated just popping by your dorm. He wondered if that would be too much, and if he should wait until the next time he was on your mind.

Suna shrugged, threading his fingers through his hair.

Fuck waiting.

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You lazily opened your eyes as your phone buzzed and woke you from your half asleep state.

>> I’m coming over.

You laugh to yourself, typing back.

<< I ruined you, didn’t I?

The response was instant.

>> Yeah, you really did.

You get up and open the door as you hear his footsteps in the hallway.

“Hi.” You grin, trailing your gaze down his tall, muscular body as he comes in.

Suna gives a soft grunt in response, shutting the door with his foot and sliding his hands down your sides, squeezing your ass.

“You have a good evening?” You ask, looking up into his eyes with a false innocence. “Good time with your girl? Have a good fuck?”

He nods, looking back into your stare. “Yeah, it was… alright.” His voice is quieter. It’s almost as if he was on autopilot, he was barely even listening to your words. Something else was on his mind. “Can I kiss you?”

You nod. Suna smiles and leans forward, putting his lips to yours. Your lips were different than hers. So soft and sweet, so delicious, he could never get enough. He pulls back for a moment and looks at you, his eyes squinting slightly as his fingertips caress your face. “You're so beautiful.”

You smirk up at him, putting your hand over one of his. “You’re a sick fuck, you know that?”

A low moan leaves his lips as he kisses you again. “I know, I'm disgusting. But I can't help it.” He leans back slightly, looking at you. “I can't fucking help it, I need you. I need your lips… I need your hands on me.” Suna bites his tongue slightly and swallows. “And I need you so much that it hurts. I'm in so deep and I can't get out. My body needs you, my brain... God, I just want you so bad.”

“Hm.” You shrug. “It’s too bad you can’t have me.”

Suna slightly lowers his gaze and breathes sharply through his nose. “Why? Why can't I have you? I just want to feel you more. I just want to touch you more. To love you and to make you feel good in my arms.” He chuckles and takes a deep breath. “You're cruel, you know that?”

“I’m cruel? You’re the one with a girlfriend.” You shake your head, sliding your hands in the back pockets of his jeans as you continue to look up at him. “Plus, I don’t do relationships.”

“Of course you don’t.” Suna laughs quietly, “But you're just so damn tempting. You're so irresistible.” His fingers trail down your cheek and neck, stopping at your collarbone. “You could break my heart with the slightest touch.”

“Aww, poor baby. I’m sure you’d recover.” You tease.

He purses his lips in thought. “I'd never get over you. I'd feel the loss of you all the time.” He pulls away slightly and shuts his eyes. “But we could have... this. Just these moments, when we're with each other. Nothing more than that would be needed.” His eyes glance down to your lips. “You just tempt me so much. You're like a drug to me.”

You sigh, looking down. “So why do you even stay with her?”

“It's comfortable. I told you.” He frowns and looks at you. “I love her, I do, but it's never been like this with her. She'll never pull me in like you do. And fuck, you don’t even need to try.” Suna takes a deep breath. “I love spending time with her, but it's not the same. I love you so much. I'm so goddamn sick of her, even though I love her.

You lead him over to the couch, sitting next to him and resting your legs on his lap. “I’m sure you’re sick of me too, hm? Sick of how in love you are with me?”

He sighs and chuckles quietly. “So fucking sick of it. But God, I love it so much. I'm like... obsessed. With you. I swear, I think about you all the time. Suna shakes his head as he smiles at you. “God, I'm so screwed up. Look at me. I can't stop thinking about how much I want you.”

“I kinda like it.” You grin.

Suna bites his lip. “You do? You like seeing a guy obsessed with you? You like it when a guy wants to throw away his entire life and jeopardize his relationship all because of you?” He leans in again and kisses you, pulling you on his lap. “And to think you call me the sick fuck.”

You kiss him back, grinding your hips down on his. Suna lets out a low groan.

“You're so cruel.” He chuckles quietly. “I'm literally obsessed with you. I don't care about anything else. My grades, my team, any of it. I just want you.” He kisses you again, his hand slowly sliding down your back. “You really like seeing me lust after you this much?”

You smile against his lips, tangling your fingers in his hair and opening your mouth slightly. He moans softly, gripping your thighs tightly and grinding back up into you.

The two of you separate as you’re startled by knocking on your dorm room door. Your name is called, your best friend practically in hysterics as she calls for you. “Are you home? Please tell me you’re home. I think he’s cheating on me.”

Suna’s eyes widen. The last person he expected to interrupt the two of you was his girlfriend.

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kiyoomi-levin · 3 months

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here for you (yan!Suna RinatroxF!reader)

a/n this has been a wip for so long... enjoy! i'm working on a atsumu [nsfw] fic so be on the lookout for that next (unless adhd takes over and i start working on a different one instead)!

summary:: As a pro athlete and model, he's nice enough. And yet...there’s something in your gut that says you should stay away. word count:: ~4.4k warning(s):: non-con (no smut/SFW), suna's a grade A creep/stalker, yandere!!, isolation, stockholm syndrome, horror??(i tried to make this scary but it's really not lol) Music rec:: joke's on you - charlotte lawrence

As an aspiring journalist, your dreams had all but come true when you were hired as an intern at the most prestigious sports media center in Tokyo.

You get to shake hands with athletes you see on television daily and most importantly, you had received an actual assignment.

Gone were the days of running around to get your manager coffee and spending the day shredding documents. Instead, you had been tasked with creating an in-depth piece into the most popular athlete of the year— Suna Rintaro of EJP Raijin.

You still vividly remember your first time meeting him.

You’d been star-struck— a tall, gorgeous man you had only ever seen through a screen was standing in front of you.

Smiling. Holding out his beautiful hand for you to shake.

Despite his casual demeanor, there was something off about him. Maybe it was your nerves, or the cold air circulating in the office, but there was a tug in your stomach that was warning you.

At the time, you had plastered an excited grin on your face and scolded yourself.

But looking back— his eyes were quite cold, weren’t they?

You just can’t explain why you feel sick whenever you see him. In fact, despite the great task ahead of you—interviewing and writing up an article on Suna— you had been avoiding him.

There’s just something in you that dreads looking into his sharp green eyes.

It doesn’t help that in spite of your best efforts, you strangely run into him everywhere-- on and off the court.

“Suna?”

Your voice comes out squeaky and clearly nervous.

Are your eyes deceiving you? Why would he be here, in the middle of the cereal aisle, at the small grocery store next to your dingy apartment? You have to do a double take before you can confirm that yes, it is in fact him.

It’s late, and it’s only you, Suna, and the tired store manager. Though, at this moment, it feels like it’s only the two of you in this world.

“Oh. Hey, y/n,” Suna says casually, flashing you his famous smirk— the one that has his fans screaming and crying. He’s on his knees, reading the back of a granola cereal.

Suna turns back to the aisle in front of him, finally placing a box into his basket. Your brain registers it as your favorite flavor (the unhealthy, chocolate-y type that you’re sure athletes shouldn’t be eating).

What a coincidence.

“What are you doing here?”

You live on the edge of Tokyo, an unfortunate 30 minute subway ride to get to the sports arena you’re working at. And you know, from Suna’s player profile, that he lives in a luxurious high-ceiling apartment only a few blocks away from there.

“What do you mean?” Suna asks, frowning. He seems genuinely confused.

Are you the crazy one?

“Oh, it’s just… so random, you know?”

Your throat is tightening now and you feel unable to even swallow.

There are alarms blaring inside of your head, as if every fiber is irrationally telling you to run.

Suna glares at you, sharp eyes studying your smaller stature.

God. Another reason why you don’t like this man— he’s just too difficult to communicate with.

“You live quite far away, right?”

Seconds pass and you’re beginning to worry you’ve said something wrong or offensive when Suna finally stands, sighing as he turns toward the registers.

“No. I just moved to Kamikitazawa.”

You feel that tingle again.

“What a coincidence!” You say, recovering quickly.

Fuck. You sound especially stupid right now.

But could you help it? Suna, a multi-millionaire, moved into your apartment building? The one inhabited by broke college students and poor retirees?

Was he struggling financially? Did he have a secret child like some rumors alleged? Wait, is he—

“I’m not sure what you’re thinking, but whatever it is, you’re wrong.”

Suna and you are standing at the cash register now, and he turns to gently smile at you. You feel yourself softening.

Why were you scared, anyways? He’s a world-famous athlete and model.

Your premonitions have been wrong in the past— like when you thought your boss, Kuroo, would be upset with you accidentally deleting his PC files.

“I see,” you murmur, “well… the apartment is kind of… there’s a lot of problems, you know?”

The words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them. You sound like a broken radio.

There's an awkward silence as you and Suna both try to find the words to say.

This is why you hate talking to him, he expects you to do all the work!

"You should know that the third elevator isn't that good. It always gets stuck on floor two. And the garbage chute at the end of every hall is kind of hard to open. You have to," you make a pulling motion, "really yank, ya know?"

Silence. Suna stares at you blankly.

You're just an absolute loser, aren't you?

He's gonna cringe, or worse, tell your advisor that you're being overfamiliar with him, an athlete 5 years your senior…

As you stand in your cheap winter boots, shivering, Suna suddenly laughs.

It's not the quiet chuckle you see him release when he's joking with Komori, but a head-throwing, mouth widening laugh.

"Uh..." you stutter, nervous.

It takes a full minute before he finally stops, silently pink at the face.

"Thanks. I'll keep that in mind," he says, lifting his shopping basket.

You nod repeatedly, nerves subsiding.

"Wanna walk back together?" Suna asks.

You hesitantly nod. Why not? It's late and dark, and though the neighborhood is calm, it never hurts to have a walking buddy.

On the walk home, to your surprise, Suna begins to talk about his team and compliments you for your article on the top liberos. You’ve never seen this side of him. There’s a reason why he’s so beloved— he’s a mystery.

You’re nearly zoning out as the two of you reach your apartment complex.

"Am I boring you?" Suna suddenly asks.

It's such an unexpected question, you falter for a second.

"No! I'm just... I feel relaxed. I like hearing your voice," you say, surprised.

Suna lets out a sigh of relief as he punches in the door code to the building.

"So. As I was saying, you want me to give you a ride tomorrow?"

"What?”

"A ride. To the arena." He says, enunciating every word as if you're a child.

"It's okay," you start, “I—”

"Take the subway, yeah. But it's a hassle, right?"

No, it's not. In fact, it's pretty nice, seeing strangers off to their desired destinations.

But it's as if he can read your mind.

"I’ll give you a ride."

It's not a question anymore.

"Alright," you murmur.

The short journey to your floor is now awkward, and you’re wishing you had turned down his offer to walk together.

The two of you are almost at the end of the hallway now, at your apartment door. To your horror, Suna doesn’t continue walking.

Instead, he simply turns around and reaches for the doorknob of the apartment just across from you.

Strangely, you’re just now noticing just how narrow and dark this hallway is.

Under the cheap fluorescent lights, you can only see the man in front of you. Suna’s pale hands flex as he easily readjusts his heavy grocery bags, reminding you he could take you out in a moment.

“Wow. Looks like we’re neighbors, huh?” Suna says, stepping into his flat.

You’re blinking up towards him, breath cut short.

“See you tomorrow, y/n.”

Funny. He didn’t sound surprised.

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You're just tying your hair when the doorbell rings.

"y/n, you ready?"

Who would’ve imagined hearing the Suna Rintaro’s voice at 9 AM.

You sigh as you take a final glance into the mirror. You couldn’t completely hide the dark eye circles from your lack of sleep— who’d be able to sleep after learning a celebrity lives practically next door?

Taking a deep inhale, you push open your front door.

You instantly feel yourself healing as you take in Suna. It’s a similar effect to watching your favorite idols perform on stage— good looks work wonders on your tired body.

Suna leans against the wall, wearing a pair of black sweats and a thin blue hoodie. With a start, you can't help but notice it's almost a couple set with your blue sweater and black skirt.

"Good morning," he says, sliding his phone into his pocket. You nod in response.

As you walk down the hall together to the elevators, you can't help but flush. Is this what it'd be like to have a boyfriend? As a student dedicated to her craft, you’d never felt the urge to date, remaining single your entire life. You can’t help but wonder what it’d be like to be Suna Rintaro’s.

“Oh! What’s this!” Kiana, a middle-aged woman, calls out as you and Suna wait for the elevator.

“y/n! You never told me you got a boyfriend! And such a handsome one, too! Oh, if I was only a little younger…”

You and Suna make eye contact and you blush, quickly turning towards the smiley woman, ready to retort.

“We’re—” You barely make out a word before Suna suddenly takes your hand.

“Good morning, ma’am. I’m Suna Rintaro, y/n’s boyfriend. I just moved into apartment 306.”

At his words, both your and Kiana’s eyes widen.

Yours in confusion, hers in wonder as she recognizes the handsome stranger.

“I know you! I know you! You’re Suna, from that team! Oh, my son is such a fan! I can't believe you're living here! He’ll be so excited."

As Suna and Kiana make small talk, you try to discreetly shake your sweaty hand out of Suna’s grasp. To your bewilderment, he continues gripping onto it, so hard you can feel his short fingernails digging into your soft skin.

To your relief, the elevator chimes, and as Suna waves goodbye (you do too, out of habit), you gasp as he yanks you into the elevator.

"What was that?" You ask, nervously looking up at your ‘boyfriend.’

Suna’s eyes are hard as he stares down at you, but he’s glowing all the same, as if he’d just received a gift.

“Saying we’re a couple. What was that about?”

Suna hums innocently.

"I just thought it would be most convenient to tell her that. People will see us together from now on."

No, they won't.

“It would confuse them to have to explain you’re an intern.”

Was that so complicated?

But with his mischievous smirk and the way he taps his foot against the elevator floor, you just can’t find the courage to refute.

“Alright… but could you let go?” You ask uncomfortably.

"Ah, right," he says, letting you free.

You rub your hands together, easing the circulation back.

Strangely, it feels especially cold without his grip on you.

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"Wake up."

Awakening with a start, you rub your eyes.

You can't help but admit you could get addicted to free rides with Suna.

His car is just too nice; the seats are fluffy and he turned on the heater to just the right temperature and there's soft piano playing from the speakers.

How long have you been out?

Taking in your surroundings, you're surprised to find you're already at the Tokyo Volleyball Arena. You almost jump in shock as you realize what’s warming your lap— a box of your favorite strawberry waffles.

“What’s this?” You question as Suna wordlessly hands you a fork.

"I thought you might be hungry.”

Suna slides a cup into your open hand— matcha.

So he is a nice man, after all.

“Wow, Suna! Let me please pay you back!”

Your stomach grumbles as you take a bite of the sweet breakfast.

“No, no, it’s on me.”

How could you make it up to him? Maybe you should bake him cookies or something… you shift in your seat, frowning as you realize your bare thigh is strangely damp. Rubbing your thighs together, your eyebrows furrow.

“Oh,” Suna says, biting into his scrambled eggs, “sorry. That was me, I got some coffee on you while you were sleeping, so I wiped it away," he says sheepishly, gesturing towards the pack of wet wipes in the glove compartment.

He looks embarrassed, avoiding eye contact, so you don't push it any further.

He's kind of cute, you think.

It kind of feels too perfect– the plush comfort of Suna’s luxury car, the sweetness of the waffles, and the delicious matcha, albeit slightly salty.

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"Hey, y/n, which movie should we watch?" Suna calls from your couch.

You're in the kitchen, preparing popcorn in your small microwave.

"Studio Ghibli!" You shout back, stirring the hot chocolate, “I have a whole bunch downloaded, just choose one.”

It's become a regular occurrence for the two of you to spend much of your free time together. At first, Suna had gently coaxed you into spending time with you under the guise of doing more research for the article you’re writing about him, but now you’ve grown to genuinely enjoy his company.

From morning rides to office lunches to casual dinners, it's like your life has been consumed by Suna. Your gut had been wrong, after all, because Suna treats you like a girlfriend— although you’d long shook away that silly thought— he’d never see a younger, broke student that way.

But despite your brain knowing everything is just fine, your heart has yet to be rewired. It still pounds with discomfort, as if it knows that fundamentally, something’s wrong.

You just can’t identify or place a label on that problem.

More recently, you’ve been getting hit with strong deja vu from that one night at the grocery store months ago.

As if it’s only the two of you on this planet.

Sighing, you take your place next to Suna, glancing at your phone. It remains still, screen dark.

“What’s wrong?” Suna asks, frowning. He pushes up his black glasses, running his fingers through his damp hair.

You hesitate. It’s fine to share this, right? After all, it feels like Suna’s all you have right now.

“Well… I’m not sure why, but I think my friends are mad at me. For the past few months, they’ve been silent. They don’t really respond to me anymore, and when they do they just say they’re busy.”

Suna nods, reaching for your hand. You welcome the warmth of his fingers, blinking back tears.

“And even worse, my family hardly contacts me. I used to call my mom basically everyday. I think there’s something really wrong, Suna, I’m really worried.”

“How long has this been going on?” Suna has the movie paused now, full attention on you. He gently strokes your hair and the kind gesture has tears pooling in your eyes.

“For a few months… maybe… four? I didn’t realize it at first because of how busy I’ve been at work and with the article I’m writing on you,” you mumble, allowing Suna to embrace you.

He’s gently rocking you back and forth now, rubbing your back, whispering kind words into your ear, telling you it’s okay and they’re probably just busy too…

Minutes pass before you finally look up, eyes widening as you take in his facial expression.

Despite his sweet words, Suna’s eyes are completely blank and there’s a questionable, small smile on his face. You barely recognize him.

“y/n?”

You blink, and take in an inaudible breath as you stare at Suna.

He cocks his head, confused. He looks at you with nothing but affection and concern, thin lips pressed into a frown.

Your heartbeat slows as you realize that, yet again, you’d just been seeing and feeling things wrong— whenever you’re around Suna, it’s as if you lose sense of your surroundings.

Smiling, you sniffle as you wipe away your tears.

“Sorry for getting emotional at movie night.”

Suna grins, giving you a final gentle hug before turning back to the television.

“Don’t be. I’m always here for you, y/n.”

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Q: Suna, this question has been long requested by your fanbase. How do you express love?

A: Dedication. I give my all to my lover, no questions asked.

Oh, and I don’t like to share.

There’s suddenly a knock at your door, causing you to jump. You put down your laptop, where your open article draft sits nearly complete.

The lightning storm outside has you shaking and you just wish Suna was here, holding you and laughing at his silly responses to your even stupider interview questions.

Another knock at the door.

Strange— Suna’s practice runs for extra long today for his upcoming tournament. Maybe he finished early.

“Suna, why didn’t you call before practice finished? We could’ve gone out for dinner,” you scold as you pull open the door.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Standing in front of you is your furious older sister, drenched from the rainstorm outside.

“Oh my god! Come in!” You say, alarmed. You reach towards her wrist, but she remains planted in place.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

She’s angrier than you’ve ever seen her.

“How could you tell us to fuck off? You really think your journalism is that important? Your writing isn’t more important than family, you asshole! It’ll never be important!”

Taking a deep breath, your sister lets go, immediate regret evident on her face. She opens her mouth to apologize, but you’re not having any of it.

Anger is coursing through your body now and you shove your sister away, causing her to stumble against Suna’s door.

Your family has never supported your career— from when you were just a child, you’d had to work hard for your own future.

So this is why they had shunned you? Because they can’t stand seeing you successful? Because you had moved away from the countryside to make something out of yourself in the city?

Tears stream down your face as you tremble.

“My writing is important,” you whisper. Your sister nods quickly, opens her mouth again—

“Don’t come by anymore. Don’t consider me a part of the family anymore.”

“No, I’m sorry— I think there’s a miscommunication, y/n! Wait!”

Slamming the door on her shocked face, you stumble towards the couch.

It feels as though you’re going to die— the room spins as your lungs strive for air and your vision is becoming increasingly blurry.

The sound of rain and your sister pounding on the door intertwine, and as you bury your head into a pillow, you really just wish Suna was at your side.

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“y/n?”

Someone’s tugging at your sleeve, and you glance up, blinking uncomfortably at the bright lights of the living room. There’s dried tear streaks on your face and you’re sure you look like a miserable ogre, but Suna looks at you with nothing but compassion as he hugs you, alarmed.

He’s slightly damp—probably a combination of sweat from practice and the rain outside—but you hold onto him eagerly as he eases you onto his lap.

“What happened?”

You shake your head, explaining what had happened in the few hours when he’d been gone.

Suna’s furious on your behalf, jaw tight and fists clenched.

“Thank god I told your sister to fuck off. She was standing at your door, yelling curses and threatening to call the police,” he mutters.

Tears spring to your eyes again. This only confirms the reality of your life now— your family (and probably friends, too) absolute despise you.

“Don’t worry, y/n. I’ll always be here for you,” Suna whispers.

His words are somewhat like a relaxant to you. Taking a deep breath, you lean into his chest, sighing.

“I don’t think I can write anymore, Suna. I don’t want to. What have I been working towards my whole life?”

Suna remains silent for a moment, studying your sorrowful face, before leaning in to brush his nose against yours. Your eyes shift, admiring his gorgeous olive ones.

“Your journalism is amazing, y/n. And… if you hadn’t worked so hard, we might’ve never met, right?”

You smile sadly.

“I guess…”

“y/n, how about you wrap up your article tonight? You’re almost done, aren’t you?”

You gesture towards your open laptop on the coffee table.

“It’s done, but it’s shit. My sister’s right, it’s not worth anything,” you say, embarrassed. You’ve always known you were talentless, which is why you’ve always worked harder. But it amounted to nothing in the end.

You press your cold hands against your burning eyes as Suna picks up your laptop, skimming through what you’ve written about him.

If even he hates it… that’s it. You’re not sure how you’re supposed to go on.

“y/n, will you look at me?”

Suna’s gently tugging at your hands covering your face. Biting your lip nervously, you let him take your hands into one of his.

“Want my honest opinion?” He asks, placing the laptop onto your lap. You nod, staring down at the bright screen.

“This is the best thing anyone’s written about me.”

You close your eyes, shaking your head.

“Don’t lie.”

“y/n. I’m serious. This shows exactly the side I wanted the public to know about me. It’s intimate, but written formally enough to be taken seriously by the media.”

When you don’t respond, Suna sighs sadly.

“I guess you don’t want the opinion of a dumb athlete, though…”

Frantically, you look up, shocked.

“Of course not! Suna, your opinion is everything to me!”

Relief settles in your stomach as Suna grins, eyes shining.

“Really?”

“Of course! Thank you… That really means a lot to me.”

Suna nods, rambling about how much he loves that sentence here, the use of punctuation there…

“What’s wrong?” He asks, noticing you look down again.

“I… just feel like I have nobody but you, Suna.”

Suna smiles at you, waving towards the polaroids of your friends and family hung on the wall.

“I’m sure they’ll come around again, y/n.”

Your nose crinkles as you cringe at the photos. You want them gone. You want all of the references towards them gone.

You want to get out of here.

“I hate this apartment, actually. They helped me decorate it and everything,” you sigh.

“Well then, how about we move out together?”

You fiddle your thumbs, headache threatening to return.

“I don’t have that type of money,” you say, frustrated. It’s easy for a world-class athlete like him to just up and leave, but you’d never be able to, not unless you dropped out of school and found a job elsewhere.

“y/n, I’ve just remembered. I have an apartment near our stadium, right? How about you move there for the rest of your internship?”

You hesitate. Intruding into the home of a man you’re not even in a relationship with? While the offer is tempting…

“Don’t worry about anything, y/n. Don’t think too hard about it.”

Suna’s gently rubbing circles onto the side of your hands and you feel like melting away, exhausted.

All that crying and anger has truly taken a toll on you. Your eyelids flutter as you finally nod.

“Okay.”

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“Are you sure?”

Now that it’s come to actually burning the photos, you’re hesitating. Aside from the few photographs on the walls, your apartment is completely bare, all of your belongings now residing in Suna’s luxury condo.

“y/n. You don’t need them anymore.”

You pause, the lighter in your hand feeling heavier by the second. With this, you’re truly erasing all parts of your former family and friends. Just then, your phone buzzes— you barely need to look at it to know it’s a string of curses from your ex-best friend.

Suna grimaces as he deletes the message, examining you out of the corner of his eye.

“You’re right, Suna. I don’t.”

You watch as the pictures go up in flames, holding back tears.

Looking around your now empty apartment, Suna wraps his arm around your shoulders.

“I always thought your walls would look better bare.”

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In and out.

There’s something so comforting about the way you breathe.

You’re lying motionless on Suna’s large bed, curled into a ball.

Adorable.

Sighing, Suna collapses next to you, admiring your eyebrows, the curve of your nose, your lips…

When was the last time he’d felt this content? Reaching out, Suna gently tucks your hair behind your ears, admiring the small s shaped earrings adoring them.

Bringing you here was the best option. It’d taken him a little longer than he’d hoped, but now you were truly in the palm of his hand.

He’d almost slipped up a few times (your gut was much smarter than you) but everything had worked out, hadn’t it.

Since the day he’d first met you nearly a year ago, Suna knew you’d be his.

He’s not sure why, but there’s this thing about him— sometimes, when he sees something, he wants it.

And he’ll do anything to make sure it’s entirely his.

You mumble in your sleep, rolling over to face the large windows that present the city of Tokyo below his feet.

He has it all now.

His phone vibrates— messages from your concerned father.

Rolling his eyes, Suna silently reaches over to your phone, which lies innocently next to your small hand, and unlocks it (the password being his birthday, obviously).

Without hesitation, Suna begins wiping out all traces of the code he’s implanted into your phone.

There would be no more reason to reroute your messages to himself anymore.

Next, Suna makes sure all of your family and friends’ contacts are blocked.

Ensuring your safety is a top priority of his.

He squeezes your device in his large hand, wondering if he should just break it.

If Suna had it his way completely, he’d rather you not have a phone at all.

Tossing your phone back onto your side of the bed, Suna smirks as he unlocks his own device.

Desperate messages from your sister pop up, warning you of your tall neighbor, he threatened to kill me if i didn’t leave y/n please get away from him and go to the police!

Suna slides his thumb across the screen, removing the messages from his screen, and disconnects his phone from yours.

After all, you wouldn’t be getting contacted by those nuisances anymore.

Almost done, then he can sleep peacefully with you—Suna sends the email he’s been working on: a PDF attachment of your final draft of your article on him and a short message of your resignation as an intern, written by yours truly.

Turning over, Suna locks the bedroom door, smiling.

There’s no need for anyone else.

Not when he’s always going to be here for you.

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fic #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu #suna x reader #suna rintarou #suna rintaro haikyuu #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro x y/n #suna rintarō #suna rintaro x you #suna rintaro yandere #haikyuu yandere

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yourbpdgf · 1 year

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obsession ?

warnings: obsessive!suna x obsessive!reader, stalking, yandere behaviors, weed, alcohol, fire play?, knife play, making out, choking, hickeys, fingering, pussy eating, dick sucking, public sex?, rough sex, pet names: little one, bunny, bun, pretty,, etc .

you and suna were at your spot, the rooftop of an abandoned building beautifully overlooking all of hyogo prefecture. you were sat in his lap, sharing a blunt, enjoying eachothers presence.

suna, rin to you, has been your boyfriend for about a month and half now and youre obsessed.

you love everything about him from his dark brown hair, his mesmerizing eyes, his physical appearance to his sarcastic personality.

but in addition to your love for him you also know everything about him. full name, home address, social security number, mother and fathers name, to his favorite song, color, number, and everything else.

you memorized his whole schedule and adjusted your routes to class to make sure youd pass his locker everytime.

you have his instagram password. you go through his following daily, his likes, his archive, everything.

if its about suna rintaro you need to know.

you stalked him a little too, just to gain more insight into his home life, you reasoned.

you saw all the nasty things hes done behind locked doors. you saw how he masturbates to your instagram highlights. you even heard how he moans your name as he cums all over the screen of his phone.

youd be lying if you said you never done the same thing.

you fantasized about the things you want him to do to you too, more than any regular human should.

your late nights are spent with a dildo, the most similar looking dildo to sunas you could find, strapped to a fuck machine fucking into you at max speed. clamps vibrating on both of your nipples and your shaky hands holding a hitachi wand to your clit. you cum every 2 minutes and when you do you scream and moan for your rin rin.

but little do you know suna is just like you but worse.

he does all you do but even more constantly.

in addition to that, anybody who dares flirt with you is either jumped, publicly humiliated or exposed, sometimes all three. nobody will never know it was him though.

hes protective. nobody is allowed to come within a 2 foot radius of you when hes around. oh and you need to hold his hand at all times, too. a little one like you gets lost easily.

and most nights hes at your window, watching you moan for him, like his good little slut.

despite all of this, you two have yet to be intimate, and sunas trying to change that today.

now back to the present...

suna passes you the blunt with a heavy sigh. he speaks, breaking the peaceful silence you both built, but not before he takes a nice swig of the tequila you brought for the two of you, "let me try something."

"go ahead." you reply. you trust suna and youre not one to ask too many questions anyway.

suna loves that about you, he already doesnt like talking so it saves him words. though even if you did ask, he wouldnt mind explaining just for you.

once you pass the blunt back suna takes a drag, cups your face and pulls it to his. you get the idea at this point. you peck his lips before opening your mouth so he can transfer his smoke to you.

suna smiles and you do too, "such a smart bunny, catching on so quick. maybe you deserve a lil reward."

he puts the blunt out on your zip up, and ashes spill onto your neck. they burn on your skin and instead of pain you feel pleasure. the burn is good. suna throws the extinguished blunt to the side.

youre a little too high to realize him snaking his hands up your skirt, into your panties until he slowly starts to rub your clit. you cant protest though, not that you wanted to, because sunas lips are on yours.

youre still kissing when his hand moves to your throat and gives it a squeeze. before you can do anything about it your mouth opens, tongue lolling out. suna takes advantage and begins to suck on your tongue.

you stay like that for a moment before suna moves down to your neck leaving purple bruises as he travelled to your collarbone. he comes up to speak,

"good little bun. be good for me and thisll be good for both of us, kay?"

"mkay, rin rin."

he unzips your zip up, not knowing you had no bra or shirt on under. when he realizes he kisses your lips once more before sucking and swirling his tongue against the harden buds on your chest.

his fingers stop their circles on your clit, eliciting a high pitched whine from you, and slip into your pussy. two fingers, after a few pumps, turn into three.

until suna suddenly stops. you whine and complain as suna lifts you up and lays you down on the roof, positioning himself between your thighs.

"please rin rin, pleasee!"

"patience, little one. youre gonna like this."

he reaches into his pocket and grabs a pocket knife, tracing it along your thighs, cool metal making you moan. the sensation to die for. suna then slips it under the waistband of your panties and cuts them off. the knife goes back into his pocket and his face goes into your pussy.

he slurps, spits, swallows and suckles as you squirm and sob. he enjoys every noise you make and every twitch your body convulses. it doesnt last long though because as soon as he plunges his fingers back into you you squirt all over his fingers and face.

he gives you a second before he sits you up. he takes your hands and guides them to take his sweats and boxers down. your hands, with sunas guidance, pull them just under his balls, exposing his 8 inch cock to you, fully hard.

"open." suna commands,, and you do.

he puts his tip to your lips and automatically you suck. you swirl your tongue and give kitten licks to his tip, making sure to give it ample attention before moving to his shaft.

when you do finally move down to his length, you suck along the sides before placing half his length down your throat, going up and down. your head moves in a wave motion, eventually you take his whole cock inside the wet cavern that is your mouth.

"mhmm.. just like that, pretty. youre so good at this. youre such a perfect little thing just for me."

sunas head is thrown back, his hands the only things keeping him up. you really start to hear him moan as you hollow your cheeks, swirl your tongue, bob your head, and play with his balls all at the same time.

"...mine, mine, mine. nobody else can have you."

low grunts, soft moans and sighs that can only be described as pretty all come from sunas mouth. you giggle at his cuteness, the vibrations from your action immediately go to his dick and push him over the edge.

sunas big, veiny hands grab the back of your head and push you down his dick, forcing you to let his cum leak down your throat until he lets go. you swallow.

rintaro takes his squirt covered shirt off before laying you back down on your back. quickly, he lines himself up with your entrance and pushes himself in. with each thrust he goes deeper, deeper and deeper.

rin grabs your ankles, holding them over your head, he has you in a mating press. he angles himself to hit that one spongey spot you love. how does he know where it is? all the times he watched you try ever so hard to hit it with your little dildo. maybe he should make this known to you...

"im way better than that little fuck machine, arent i, little one?"

"huuhh..? how do yo- fuckk! know about that?"

"answer me, bunny."

"yes! way way better! way better than any of my toys! please go deeper, rin harder!!"

rintaro slams into you over and over until youre both ready to cum. and when you do you do it together.

you both lay there for a while, eventually you put your clothes back on. you both drink for a little longer until suna walks you home and spends the night at your house <3.

im back... maybe. i feel like everytime im here i write a fic to self project then leave. wtv 🤷‍♀️. btw this rushed so dnt come for me.

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white-poppie · 2 years

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𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭, 𝔇𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤?

Character: S.Rintarou x AFAB reader Genre: Supernatural AU, Yandere Warnings: paranormal creatures, religious undertones (no religion mentioned tho), fear, the reader is a little bit of a scaredy cat, Suna is a very caring and considerate yandere, Teratophilia mentions? (attraction to monsters) Age Rating: 11+ Writer:@white-poppie

~ We must stay alive today...he will come for us! - Who? ~ The king of nightmares. He has his eyes on you Y/N.

⤗ HAIKYU!! (ハイキュー!!)

"Keep praying, just keep praying, just..." you chanted like a maniac, pacing across your room.

The banished king of nightmares, cunning and vicious. God save the unfortunate souls who he lingered upon, they would be under his mercy and plagued by visions and nightmares.

You had been getting rather...gruesome nightmares for almost 2 weeks now, just hoping that they would go away; you didn't pay much mind to them. Until they started becoming more vivid, realistic and gory. It was as if they scratched your mind every time they infested your sleep.

You were a scientific person who never believed in the folktales your grandma told you, but yesterday night...you saw it. A man who matched the descriptions of what your grandmother told you stories about.

The banished king of nightmares, cunning and vicious. God save the unfortunate soul who he lingered upon, they would be under his mercy and plagued by visions and nightmares.

Yesterday, you had woken up sweating from a nightmare, and as soon as you opened your eyes, you saw a dark figure towering over you--leaving you petrified and immobile. His fox eyes were adorned with yellow gemstone pupils that chastised and consumed you with each passing second. You gulped and closed your eyes, hoping it was all just a terrible nightmare.

"Thinking this is a nightmare? I am the ruler of that realm...I don't stand that pathetic that I would visit my human in a dream."

You were so screwed. Drinking your 3rd cup of coffee for the night you stared at the clock again, 2:55 AM. You just had to live past one more hour, not give in to his advances and not become another scapegoat.

2:57 AM...

2:58 AM...

2:59 AM...

3:00 AM

The clock chimed loudly and you waited as the second's hand travelled around, passing though the numbers, completing an entire round and the minute hand moved a little 'tick'.

You sighed in relief, rubbing your icy hands together to warm them a little. --"Hate me so much, mon chaton?" His inhumanly low-pitched voice sent shivers down your spine and you backed away from him as much as possible.

Your voice was stuck in your throat, eyes taking in the dark, raking and brooding figure that made you tremble in fear. Fingers twitched to hold onto any defence, but the fear made you paralysed in your position.

He stood there, dominant...eyes fixated upon you, impossibly still. To say he was huge wouldn't be an understatement. You felt like a child in front of him. Muscular and inhumanly figure that loomed chastisingly, atrociously and rather over you.

His hands were adorned with gold ornaments, a palm cuff with a chain that extended to his middle finger and rested there as a ring. His long, sharp talons embellished his vein-clad hands even more.

His snake-lidded eyes seemed to look even more intoxicated than yesterday. He extended his talons to caress your face causing you to steer back and flinch harshly.

His smirk only grew larger at your reaction, "my, my, are you really that scared of me, little one?"

You bit your lip as if refusing to answer. He sighed and ran a hand in his hair and abruptly grabbed you by your wrist causing you to collide with his chest.

"Ma Biche, I wouldn't dare hurt you," his long nails smoothened your hair and you shivered at the sensation

You looked up at him from your position, expectingly.

"Something you want to say? Don't worry, I don't bite," he stated.

"Why me, and what are you going to do to me?" you shivered a little.

"Well, my dear, I don't think you'd be interested in what I want, but I will say this: I adore you. Few decades ago, your grandmother made a deal with me. In exchange of warding off the plague from her husband, she promised me, her first female grandchild, to be married to me."

"I have waited long enough, mi amour," he whispered as he attempted to cup the tender skin of your face in his hands. You gulped and tried to move back a little and ended up tripping on one of the shelves. Tears escaped your eyes as you fell down. Feeling scared, trapped and suddenly hyper-aware of the proximity between the two of you.

He walked towards you and crouched to your level. You brought your knees closer to your chest. He lifted your chin and looked at you with his sharp black eyes. His slender finger moved to wipe away the tears that flowed down your eyes. He traced your bottom lip with his finger, not uttering a single syllable. Just...looking at you, keenly and fiercely.

His eyes devoured your form carefully as if capturing every inch of your body in his mind to revisit later like a blissful memory of a modern art painting. To him, you were art. A statuesque figure handcrafted by the gods themselves. A true beauty. How hypocritical of him to be thinking of and loving something so angelic from a distance for so long!

"You make my monster heart, beat," he said almost as if the words pained him.

There was a pregnant pause between, and you spoke with thinking, the words causing you to slap a hand on your mouth as soon as they left, and you feared for your life, "when is a monster not a monster?"

His silence scared you more than any words could have, he heaved a little air as he spoke the next words, "when it falls in love."

You felt sick due to his answer. 'Love'? While he was stalking you like a predator? He was a demon, and yet...his hands were so gentle, it was intoxicating how the slightest brush of his hands drove you wild. He must've put a spell on you...but was it really that bad?

"I sense a conflict," he reverbed deeply. "your life will not be changed much, my prey."

"Just make a little deal with me and you will be immortal, you will be my queen and will be able to live your normal life as a mortal too."

"Do, I have a choice, king of nightmares?" you asked hesitantly.

"Refer to me Suna, Suna Rintarou," he said moving away a little, "you do have the choice to not make the contract, but tell me, wouldn't you like to be eternally youthful? To stay with your love until the end of time, to rule with me and also experience all mortal things humans are unable to in one lifetime?"

Tempting. His offer was tempting indeed.

"Are there any tricks here?" you questioned.

"None, mon chaton, ready to seal the deal?" he questioned and you nodded.

You let out a squeak when you felt his lips on yours, teeth clashing for an instant and then your eyes clenched shut when his tongue finds its way to your mouth. it felt soft, it felt sweet.

You gasp as you feel a searing burn in your body, you put your palms on his chest and pushed him away, but he didn't budge and for the next few seconds all you saw was red.

When he finally pulled away, there was a mark on your arm, an ambigram you assumed: 'Dream' upright

You noticed Suna had the same tattoo on his neck 'Dream' downright

“There is no end. We are eternal. You are my dream, prey!"

But it was a shame that you forgot, Nightmares are dreams too.

Tags: @oikawatoorupdf, @juanaapirit, @sakinotfound, @akumicchi, @futuristicallykawaiiturtle, @kristaline2dmensimp

⤗ HAIKYU!! (ハイキュー!!)

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dolliestfairy · 10 months

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Cant Stop Thinking...

Tw : Noncon, Bullying, Yandere Themes, use the word 'fat', Dark themes, Male masturbations, Dacryphilia, Virginity-take, mentions of blood, force-realtionship, Chubby Reader Fics with no Skintone of Reader mentioned.

Dead Dove Do Not Eat.

💭🥛🍓 cant stop thinking about men who loves to bully you. men who said to his other friends that you're nothing but a bunny who fawnings all over him, saying that you're pathetic and fat. men who acts disgusted around you, when the reality is -- he was more than ready to sacrifice his own friends, if its enough for him just so he can see your chubby cheeks lifted into a smile. men who jerks off the thoughts about you. feeling pathetic with his own self because he should be just pinned you beneath him and fucked you to death! men who really wants to ruin that bright smile of yours. he should be the one who deserve to seeing it, not them!. men who pathetically hiding his jealousy when he sees you talk to your other friends, and showing your bright smile at them. men who cant hold it anymore, as he placed his hands over your mouth just so you cant scream. while his other hands grabbing both of your chubby hands and hold you within it. while his cock pounding your back, shushing your muffled screams and cry, and oh.. if only he can be honest, he must say you looked so pretty with tears rolling down into your cheeks. and he also enjoy the sight of your bloodied pussy. guess he's your first isnt it? men who force you to accept him as your new boyfriend. you dont need anyone else darling, just come to his lap and tell him what you want, he would gave it to you within minutes! although he wont gave you a freedom. besides, he's your first one isnt it? so he should be the one who deserve to claim you as his. its just a matter of time before he finally tried to court you into his wife, i hope you're ready to kiss goodbye at your normal life style because later on, you wont be seeing anyone else besides him, Ever Again.

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ The Men that i'm Talking about Are ;

Sasori, TSUKISHIMA KEI, Sasuke, SCARAMOUCHE, Childe, Kyoutani, Kuroo Tetsuro, MIYA TWINS, ALEC, Naoya Zenin, Toji Fushiguro, Sanzu, HAITANI TWINS, Douma, Sanemi, ITOSHI BROTHERS, Sukuna, Eren, Hidan, Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Suna rintaro.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Did i forget anyone? Insert your favs!

I cant believe i just write this -- i am going to hell...

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xobrattymoonxo · 7 months

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Yandere - Knife play, blood kink - Suna Rinatro

“Do you have any idea how much I love you?” Suna asked the naked and tied up Y/n below him. Suna was holding a large Chef’s knife in his hand. “Do you know how much I do for you? I love you, and no one can ever love you like I love you.” The sharp edge on the knife now lightly pressing into her stomach. “So why the FUCK did you kiss Atsumu tonight?”

“He- he kissed me.” She said through tears. He snickered at her response.

Indeed it was Atsumu who kissed her on a drunken dare from his twin brother. They were all having a reunion dinner at Suna and Y/n’s house. The old Inarizaki team was down in Shizuoka City to see one of his games. Atsumu always had a thing for Y/n and Suna knew this, heck everyone in their school knew it. But Suna had a thing for Y/n too.

He was much more secretive with his love for her though. One day he overheard the twins talking about how Atsumu was going to confess to Y/n later that day. Suna was taken aback as he thought he had more time.

Suna was quick to come up with a plan.Y/n always had a thing for cheesy romance movies, so he wrote her a confession letter. He left it anonymous and asked her to meet him at lunch under the cherry blossoms out back. While she was going outside to meet Suna, Atsumu was making plans of his own to confess.

Suna was waiting for Y/n nervously. Suna stood with his back to the school, hands deep in his pocket.

“Suna?” Y/n’s voice rang out.

“Y/n.” He smiled as he turned around.

“Did you write the letter? It was really sweet.” She smiled at him.

“I did.” He said shyly. “I’ve wanted to confess for a while, but I’ve been a little scared.” He was playing into one of her favorite romance scenes from her favorite movie she made the team watch often with her.

“It’s so weird to see you all nervous.” She laughed.

“You make me nervous.” He shrugged.

“I accept your confession, Suna.”

“Call me Rintaro.” He smiled. He walked up close to her and pulled her in for a soft kiss.

The two walked back inside the school hand in hand. Atsumu and Osamu were standing in the doorway.

“What’s going on here?” Atsumu asked.

“Rintaro confessed to me.” Y/n said.

“He did, did he?” Osamu asked.

Atsumu held a grudge for Suna for a couple weeks, but moved on rather quickly. Finding a girlfriend was easy for Atsumu.

It wasn’t until years later y/n found out, it was actually at the party Suna was holding for the old Inarizaki team. A drunked Atsumu approached Y/n.

“You know Y/n, I’ve always had a thing for ya.” He slurred, “Samu told me I should do this.” He pulled her in locking lips together.

Suna walked into the room just at that moment.

“What the fuck are you doing to my girlfriend? “

“Doing what I should have done years ago, Rinn.” Atsumu slurred.

“Get the FUCK out of my house!” He screamed.

Osamu grabbed Atsumu’s arm and began to drag him from the house.

“Rin it’s not what it looked like. He kissed me.. I swear.’ Y/n was on the verge of tears as she could see the anger resinanting off him.

“Go to our room and get naked.”

She figured he just wanted to fuck away the anger like he usually did. She rushed into the bedroom and stripped down, climbing on the bed. Suna was looking through the kitchen drawers. He grabbed something and put it behind his back. He placed the object in the hallway on the table outside the bedroom door.

He walked into the bedroom. He started to go through the bedside drawer. He pulled out some rope.

“Are you going to accept your punishment?” Suna asked.

Y/n nodded her head. Suna climbed up on the bed on top of Y/n. He tired her wrists up super tight.

“Rin, it’s really tight. Can you loosen it a little bit?” Y/n asked.

“No, you deserve this.” He snapped.

Y/n felt the tears begin to fall.

Suna went to her feet and began to tie up her ankles. She tried to kick her off as she trashed her legs around. He was quick to grab them and shove them underneath his body. He tied them up as she cried out for him to stop.

Suna smiled down at his work as he got off the bed and grabbed the object from the table in the doorway.

“What- what are you doing?” Y/n asked hiccuping.

Suna just laughed as he pulled out the knife from behind his back. He slowly slid it along her stomach. She cried and whimpered. He began to press harder as blood began to slowly trickle out. He laughed as he began to write something on her stomach. She screamed out in agony as he continued.

After a few minutes, he was done. He pulled the knife back looking at his masterpiece. He tossed the knife aside and wiped the blood that was flowing aside. Property of Suna Rintaro, it read. He smiled at her.

“I’m all done baby, your punishment is over, so let's get to the good part.” He snickered.

He ran his blood covered hand over her pussy to her clit. He began to rub it slowly.Y/n let out a small moan. Suna already had his cock out and he lined it up at the entrance. He pushed in and began to move faster. He was moaning out and calling Y/n’s name.

“Baby fuck, your pussy is so tight for me.” He moved the blood covered hand up to her throat and began to apply pressure.

“R-rin.” She said barely audibly.

“I’m close baby, don’t worry.” He grunted.

It wasn’t long after he released his load inside her. He moved off her and rolled to the side.

“I’m going to take a shower now, but you will stay here a little long to think about what you’ve done.” Suna said.

Kinktober

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kissedcloud · 15 days

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choose your adventure. 𝝑𝝔 not a writing blog; this is a fanfic archive only 𝝑𝝔

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CONTENT │ ALL

fluff

smut

angst

LOVE AND DEEPSPACE │ ALL

zayne

xavier

rafayel

CONTENT │ ALL

fluff

smut

angst

MY HERO ACADEMIA │ ALL

bakugo katsuki

todoroki shoto

hitoshi shinso

amajiki tamaki

yo shindo

chisaki kai

todoroki enji

CONTENT │ ALL

fluff

smut

angst

JUJUTSU KAISEN │ ALL

ryomen sukuna

utahime iori

fushiguro megumi

zen'in naoya

kamo choso

gojo satoru

CONTENT │ ALL

fluff

smut

angst

HAIKYUU! │ ALL

kageyama tobio

oikawa tooru

akaashi keiji

rintaro suna

CONTENT │ ALL

fluff

smut

angst

pick your poison.

modern

yandere

college

mafia

stepcest

soulmates

vampire

band

fake dating

polyamorous

tattoo artist

misc.

faves

tbr

analyses

fanart

last updated, 4/24/24.

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pparadiselost · 8 months

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KINKTOBER 2023

.*・｡ﾟwild above rule or art, enormous bliss.

⤍ MINORS DNI. general blog rules still apply. please read the summaries and tagged warnings given for each fic before proceeding. some fics may contain dead dove/dark content. read at your own discretion.

⤍ on a more personal note: thank you everyone for your patience! i know i did drop off the face of the earth for five months, but i’m back to kick things off again with a splash! i’ve worked hard to participate in kinktober this year, so i hope you all will enjoy reading as much as i did writing!

⤍ all prompts used were provided by @/kinktober2023 through this post. i have modified some for my own personal comfort.

.*・｡ﾟcan it be sin to know, can it be death?

day one (roleplay)—le premier jour.

good cop, bad cop. (oliver aiku x fem reader)

oliver has a thing for play-pretend.

warning(s): corrupt cop x criminal dynamic, roleplay, blowjob, sexual transaction

day two (titfucking)—le deuxième jour.

by the heart. (miya atsumu x fem reader)

atsumu's courage is commendable, even if a little misplaced.

warning(s): slight femdom

day three (hate sex)—le troisième jour.

ordinary. (suna rintaro x fem reader)

suna is no one special to you, but he doesn't mind.

warning(s): hate sex, sexual transaction, slight revenge porn, being filmed without consent, suna spanks you once

day four (sweat)—le quatrième jour.

carnal. (sakusa kiyoomi x fem reader)

sakusa can't get enough of you, pushing past the point of disgust.

warning(s): dubcon, slight yandere sakusa

day five (noncon)—le cinquième jour, le dernier jour.

crying wolf. (werewolf michael kaiser x red riding hood fem reader)

clichés always hold a grain of truth to them.

warning(s): noncon, murder of an uninvolved character, breeding, knotting

+ more fics tba.

#₊˚.༄navi

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imisssummer · 3 months

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request rules (closed)

everything has to be x fem!reader, they should be answered within a week of submitting, and i’ll do pretty much anything (incest, non-con/rape, piss, age gaps, yandere, etc etc) except for scat!!! as for fandoms & characters—

masterlist

jujutsu kaisen

𖤐 — satoru gojo, suguru geto, toji fushiguro, sukuna ryoumen, nanami kento, choso kamo, megumi fushiguro, itadori yuji, mei mei, shoko ieiri, yuki tsukumo, toge inumaki, & okkotsu yuta.

hunter x hunter

𖤐 — chrollo lucifer, hisoka marow, illumi zoldyck, feitan portor, kurapika kurta, shalnark ryuseih, ging freecs, & pariston hill.

my hero academia

𖤐 — shota aizawa, shinsou hitoshi, dabi, hawks, shigaraki tomura, shoto todoroki, izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, endeavor, mirko, himiko toga, & amajiki tamaki.

haikyuu!!

𖤐 — rintaro suna, atsumu miya, osamu miya, eita semi, sakusa kiyoomi, oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime, ushijima wakatoshi, tendou satori, kita shinsuke, akaashi keiji, kageyama tobio, kozume kenma, kuroo tetsuro, bokuto koutarou, sawamura daichi, hinata shoyo, asahi azumane, tsutomu goshiki, & koshi sugawara.

tokyo revengers

𖤐 — mikey sano, draken ryuguji, haitani ran, haitani rindo, hakkai shiba, takashi mitsuya, chifuyu matsuno, kazutora hanemiya, taiju shiba, keisuke baji, shuji hanma, shinichiro sano, kurokawa izana, hajime kokonoi, seishu inui, & sanzu haruchiyo.

demon slayer

𖤐 — kyojuro rengoku, giyu tomioka, sanemi shinazugawa, tengen uzui (+ wives), muzan kibutsuji, akaza, doma, muichiro tokito, gyomei himejima, obanai iguro, mitsuri kanroji, & shinobu kocho.

attack on titan

𖤐 — levi ackerman, eren yeager, mikasa ackerman, armin arlert, zeke yeager, reiner braun, hange zoe, erwin smith, jean kirstein, connie springer, & yelena.

bungo stray dogs

𖤐 — osamu dazai, atsushi nakajima, yukichi fukuzawa, ranpo edogawa, doppo kunikida, chuuya nakahara, ougai mori, ryuunosuke akutagawa, akiko yosano, fyodor dostoyevsky, nikolai gogol, tetcho suehiro, & edgar allen poe.

black butler

𖤐 — sebastian michaelis, ciel phantomhive, alois trancy, claude faustus, & undertaker.

kakegurui

𖤐 — moomobami ririka, momobami kirari, ikishima midari, jabami yumeko, saotome mary, & yuriko nishinotouin.

#jujutsu kaisen smut #hq smut #jjk smut #hxh smut #black butler smut #demon slayer smut #my hero academia smut #haikyu smut #bungo stray dogs smut #attack on titan smut #tokrev smut #tokyo revengers smut #Kakeguri smut

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yonderly-alamort · 2 years

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♡. ───── | "𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐒, 𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐎." | ───── .♡

HAIKYUU 👻 HALLOWEEN 👻 SPECIAL 2022 ¡!

SAY BOO, MOTHERFUCKER! ── osamu miya.

TO DO : CANDY STEALING ♡ ── kuroo tetsuro.

I'M NOT A CRIMINAL THOUGH... ── suna rintaro.

#. ─── YANDERE WORKS MASTERLIST ;;

POSSESSIVE PUP! headcanons.

YANDERE HUSBAND! headcanons.

HAIKYUU YANDERE TYPES!

YANDERE THERAPIST! headcanons.

YANDERE NEIGHBOR! headcanons.

YANDERE PERVERT! headcanons.

YANDERE KITSUNE! headcanons.

#. ─── HAIKYUU!! - SFW MASTERLIST ;;

may be considered in semi-hiatus since i'm paying a little bit more attention to my yandere works; i still accept ideas and suggestions anyway <3

HALLOWEEN COSTUMES. ─── various.

SCENTS ─── multiple hq boys.

OMG, HE'S SO CUTE! ─── hq boys.

PROM FIASCO ─── suna rintaro.

LIES AND MEANINGLESS WORDS ─── suna r.

HIGH IN THE COLISEUM. ─── suna r.

HAIKYUU YANDERE TYPES ─── multiple hq boys.

#. ─── HAIKYUU!! - NSFW MASTERLIST ;;

SLEEPLESS NIGHT. ─── kenma k.

DICK! ─── bokuto koutaro.

If you want to know more click here & you'll find all the links!

#alamort 💗#tokyo revengers x reader #haikyuu x reader #bnha x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #reader insert #x reader #x male reader #x female reader #x gender neutral reader #masterlist #all works #fanfic #directory #yonderly alamort

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milaisreading · 2 years

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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

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ketsueki-writes · 3 years

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Hello! I saw that you're taking requests, so is it okay if I request for yandere roommate! Suna x reader? He takes advantage of reader's kindness or something (and can it include non-con filming?) Thank you!

It's okay if you decide not to write it! Thank you for accepting requests and I hope you'll have a great day ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ

𝓡𝓸𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓮𝓼

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ɴᴏɴ ᴄᴏɴ, ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ, ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx, ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ᴘᴇɴᴇᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ɴᴏɴ ᴄᴏɴ ꜰɪʟᴍɪɴɢ, ɴᴏɴ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇɴꜱᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴇx/ᴅᴏᴄᴜᴍᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴇx, ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ, ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ, ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ

ᴀɴ: ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ ꜱᴏᴏɴ, ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇ!

"Thanks Y/N."

You wiped your hands smiling up at the tall dark haired man. "Of course Rin, I'd do anything for you." you said with a cheerful smile. And you meant it. Rintaro Suna was your best friend and probably the best roommate you'd ever had. You'd help him with anything he needed, naïve kindness filling your heart as you helped him with chores, work, self care. It all. Sometimes you were tired, but seeing him light up always seemed to make it all worth it.

He was worth it.

Suna was well aware that you'd always be there to help him. Anything, anytime, he knew he could depend on you. There was no way he couldn't. 2 years of pure happiness with you is impossible to ignore. He'd loved you since the day he met you. He hoped you knew you could do the same, because of course you would. You'd do anything for him right? And he'd kill for you.

No literally, he'd kill for you.

Suna was well aware of the connection you two shared, he knew how much he meant to you. He tricked himself into thinking it was enough. Enough to spend the rest of your life with him at his beckon call. In his hold not needing or wanting anyone else. Only wanting him. Only needing him. He truly believed you two were soulmates, cut from the same cloth and meant to be together.

You were his.

You were made for him.

Your smile, your laugh, your voice. Everything. It was all for him. You knew that. You had to know that. You had to know how you effected him when you'd lean over like that to pick something off of the ground. When you'd smile kindly up at him after making his favorite snack or drink. You had to know how you made his heart race.

How you made his cock throb when you'd fall asleep next to him on the couch.

How your touches would send shivers down his spine. How just your scent left around the house would drive him wild. He knew more than anything you were made for him.

You walked over towards the kitchen, pulling a few ingredients from the pantry and fridge. "Do you want a snack? I know we said we were gonna get dinner later but that's not for awhile right." you called out from the kitchen. Suna was snapped out of his daze, turning to look around for you. He followed your humming into the kitchen, walking behind you as you began to prepare snacks.

He watched you, silent. The shorts you wore fitting you just perfectly, your shirt just a bit too tight. It was perfect. He couldn't stop his mind from racing. He knew you were his.

He should just take what was his.

He moved behind you, his hands moving to your hips as you stood in front of an empty counter, at first reaching up to the cabinet above. You stopped, moving your arm back down as you felt Suna's palms connect with your waist, his hands holding you tightly. You turned your head slightly, trying to look up at him. "Rin? You alright? Need something? Am I in the way?" you asked him, a bit confused.

Why was he so silent?

Suna's head dipped down before his lips connected to yours, his cheeks were hot, a tent pitching in his joggers. This moment was his, yours. It was the start of your new life together and-

"Rin! What the heck?" you asked, your voice a bit louder than you at first wanted as you pulled your head back. "What are you doing? I don't want to-"

"Shut up."

You were cut off as Suna's hands gripped your throat, turning you to face him, painfully pushing you against the countertops. Your eyes widened as he pressed his lips to yours again, forcing his tongue between your lips. He pulled back, his hold and movements aggressive as he kissed you.

You gasped, a horrified look on your face as his lips finally disconnected from yours. You tried to struggle, not knowing much what was going on. "Rin why are you doing this? Please stop I don't want this-" you begged, looking up at him with teary eyes.

You were a mix of emotions. Shocked, scared, confused- the works. He was your best friend, and now his hands were under your shirt, his lips pressed against your neck as he held you still.

"You're mine." he said lowly between kisses. "We belong together."

"No!" you cried out, your legs feeling weak. You wanted to sink to the ground but he held you up, forcing you to stay right where he wanted you.

His hands turned you around, his fingers trekking their way back up to your neck as they did before, wrapping themselves around you. You clenched your teeth as yo felt your bottoms being removed, a hand grazing over your ass.

He kneaded at the flesh before you could hear a zipper being undone behind you. Your tears rolled to his fingers and after a moment you felt his breath near your ear.

"Don't cry kitten I promise to be gentle with you. Nothing would make me want my darling so much I'd hurt her too bad." he said, his voice low, like he was trying to be sweet.

You barely had time to respond before you felt a pained pushing at your entrance. You cried out, hands gripping the counter as he slowly made himself inside, stretching your from lack of foreplay.

His hand loosened from your neck and instead wrapped around your torso, holding you as he began to rock into you. You dropped your head, murmuring "no" "stop" "please" but it was too much. You knew he wouldn't listen.

"I love you Y/N" he said in your ear, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

"And i'll never let you forget, that you are mine."

"Rin!" you cried out, something changing only to make it hurt. You sobbed as his head moved to your shoulder, right next to your ear as he continued. He slipped his phone from his pocket, propping it up against the countertop and the wall, pressing record.

"I want to remember this moment, the moment I confessed to you and we started our new life together. Side by side. Like it should be." he said looking from the camera to you.

You took a glance noticing it and thought you'd only cry harder. "Please no- I don't want this! Please, don't record this-" you were cut off by his hand slapping over your mouth.

"Shh baby I promised you I'd take good care of you." He said softly, shushing you in your ear. "And that's exactly what I tend to do."

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tatakaebomb · 2 years

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Hardcore Stutty non con the filthest thing could be said to reader I'm thinking Atsumu, Suna, Kuroo or kenma

I did all four, scenario type things :) enjoy.

- ash

tw : non con, dub con (?), smut, cervix fucking, fingering, nipple play, oral (m+f), i consensual filming, yandere themes, perverted thoughts, sadism, vouyerism (?), dark themes, probs more, 18+

NSFW 18+

wc : 1.1k

・❥・Kuroo Tetsuro

- He had you choked by your throat, back arched back as your ass began clapping on his bare thighs, tears streaming down your throat as he wouldnt stop until he bred you. He wanted that cunt plugged and fucked so hard he could feel his sperm swimming in your stomach.

- You started off as his pretty assistant, so obedient and sweet for him, but he wanted more from you always, always catching the swell of your breasts cupped from your shirt. Your hips expanse in your skirt, and the sway in your walk. You were so sexy, just his type, he couldn’t wait to take you home one day and take you all in, and I guess that day had to be today.

- ‘Mmm- too much’

- ‘Can feel me cant you hm?’ He asks, hand pushing against your swollen stomach, chest filled with pride

- ‘A-ahh FUCK!’

- ‘I told you you’d like it, fucking slut’ a small condescending laugh escaping his lips as he watched your reflection in the table, your perfect makeup smudged and smeared. Nipples swollen from the pinching of his harsh fingers and ass red and sore from all the spanking he did.

- The office was dead at this hour, everyone gone home so he knew your helpless screaming meant nothing - he had the upper hand, and he wasn’t gonna stop until you admitted yourself into being his personal sex slave. His one and only, the one that takes their clothes off at just the click of his fingers, pretty poses and your sweet lips wrapped around his overworked cock without him even having to ask.

- He would of done anything to make you his, he needs someone as beautiful as you, as sexy, and as perfect to hold his seed.

- You will be his.

・❥・Rintaro Suna

- ‘Yeah, smile like that baby want everyone to see them pretty lips.’ Was his words as he pushed you down on his cock, your throat retching and mouth aching from how long he’s had you sucking him off. Drool pooled around your cleavage and mouth, some even dribbling on the floor. Messy, just how he liked it.

- You were his manager, the one that helped with his team. Gave them their motivational talks, helped them get anything they need. It didn’t help that you were so pretty along it, such a pretty smile and so sweet at all times. Even when EJP lost games, you were still there, patting his back and telling him to get them next time.

- So when he saw you struggling in the supply closet, reaching upwards to try grab something, he took his chance, pushing you down forcefully on his cock. Ejaculating straight down your throat over and over until you can taste his urine. He wants everything he can get of you and he knew you were getting off to this. Such a whore for him.

- ‘Your wet arent you?’ He dragged you off, examining your beaten face.

- ‘Suna please…’ a cry bubbled from your throat as your glossy lips stared up at him, begging him for mercy on you. It’s not your fault you got so wet, you liked your men dominant.

- Your legs were so weak, you felt so used but he couldn’t help but get hard again over that, smearing his cock against your bruised lip, watching the way you squint your eyes shut and furrow you brows, knowing that there’s nothing to do with how he’s about to fuck you next

- ‘Open those fucking legs and keep that mouth shut, unless you want the rest of the team seeing this video?’

- Let’s just say, he wants as much as you as he can get

・❥・Atsumu Miya

- You was his next door neighbour. The attractive one, the one with the nice hair and good figure. Always working out, always active, always so greeting.

- Single, Young, Flirty and thriving. Just something a man like him once to rub his cock off too every now and then, wants you to push your beautiful tits together and jack him off - his mind was curious, and you helped fuel that.

- It was almost inevitable you two was to get so close so fast, and for him to invite you over to dinner one day just to have you be the actual meal took you off guard, especially because he lost all his asking manners.

- ‘Atsumu p-please a-ah no p-please…’ you moan, gripping the table as you attempt to kick him off, his strong grip on your thighs making you immobile, tongue feasting into your wet cunt as you force out your third orgasm already.

- It was horrible that he was so good at this, the growing erection in his pants tightening every time you sighed out a whine, a little disapproving message saying how you don’t want this, when he knew you were lying, you were always so bad at lying.

- ‘Tastes so fucking good, been keeping this from me hm?’ He asks, glaring up at you with his pretty, hungry eyes. Your juices splattered all over his tongue - embarrassment spread over your cheeks.

- You were so comforting, always there with him to watch a film, or share a meal, a little kiss planted on his lips was the furthest you guys ever went.

- He caught you staring at him, watching him work out in his garden, he could hear your small moans from your thin walls, he knew what time you masterbated and even deducted it down to the type of porn you watch.

- So do you blame a man for wanting more?

・❥・Kenma Kozume

- ‘FUCK!’ You scream, back arched and legs teared apart by his stronger body, fingers pushed deep inside your pussy as his cock was joined along side it, slow thrusts of his hips had you going feral, body so weak and tired under him. But he wouldn’t stop, not after how terrible his streaming went, he needed someone to blame, and sadly you - his roommate - was the closest thing.

- Being kind was always on the top of your list, you were so sweet to kenma and he knew that, but he just loved it. The caring motherly figure you thought to always take on.

- You heard him shout, throw his headphones on the floor as he angrily stormed around the room. Knocking on the door, he let you in. You let him rant to you, use you as a warm Bath even - only for the glint in his eyes to turn red and next thing you know you were pinned under him. Cum spilt all over your body as he used you as the sex toy he’s always wanted too.

- ‘Shut up- so fucking LOUD’ he deeply thrusted into you, a silent scream leaving your lips, eyes red and cried out. Tits swollen and cervix practically bruised from how much he’s played you out.

- Could you blame him? Such a pretty roommate, always wearing short shorts and tight tops with no bra’s letting your nipples play out under his sight, all he wants is a glass of water and there you are, always approaching him with your kind smile and warm hugs. The erection in his pants not always so easy to hide as you mindlessly grind into it, relieving him of some of his built up tension.

- He wanted you one day to himself, wanted to use that tight pussy as a cum bank every time he got annoyed at his profession

- You were such a fucking tease - can you blame him for doing this?

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inactiveanimeblog · 2 years

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INCEL! SUNA X READER

ATTENTION do not read this if you are not interested in reading these topics. this is a dark story and i don’t want anyone crying about it in my comments.

tw : suna fantasizes about noncon, story leads to eventual noncon that is not written, slut shaming, incel! suna, reader is actually a good person but suna is misogynistic, suna is obsessive in hateful a way, they are third years in high school so 18+

loser incel suna who hates the popular kids, but really hates you :(.

you’re the most popular girl in school. the prettiest. the nicest. the most trendy.

suna doesn’t understand it. why must a girl be popular based on her looks? he looks good too, yet he doesn’t get any second glances spared his way. no attention, no friends.

you, on the other hand are praised like a goddess.

and he swears that under all that sweetness and selflessness you show of yourself is a real insecure bitch who wants everyone to love her.

you just have to act like the girl next door do you? you must know about all the positive attention you get. he bets with every last dime in his bank account that you feed off of it. you love the attention. it’s no mistake you wear a low cut top or a short skirt.

you want people to desire you. but hey? who is he to judge? if anything he enjoys it. enjoys seeing you be such a try hard. it’s actually quite funny to him. how are you not so embarrassed by it?

when a school project comes along he’s more than happy that the teacher pairs you guys up to be partners. he’ll break you. he’ll see what type of person you truly are.

at first, this is exactly what he expected. that’d you be nice to him and treat him like he’s everyone else. not some loser that nobody likes. and he’s actually quite surprised that you accept his invitation to work on the project at his house.

when you go over later that day to start working you still have that stupid smile on your face. you make it seem so genuine. he knows in your head you’re judging him, you’re disgusted by him, you’re only here to save your own ass and be liked by him just like everyone else likes you. you really think you’re the it girl huh?

what would happen if he kissed you? would you push him off of you? would you hit him?

how about if he reached underneath your skirt to get a feel of your slutty panties? he just knows you would beg him to stop. cry and call for help. but poor little ‘ol you. his parents work late tonight and no ones here but you two.

he knows deep down inside you would like it. and you would take every inch of his cock inside you like the true whore you really are. he can already imagine how wet you’ll be.

you’d be crying in hysterics on the outside, but your drenched cunt would say otherwise. you want this. you want him to want you.

and he’s gonna prove his theory tonight when you’re least expecting it.

#yandere haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #suna x reader #suna rinataro x reader #yandere rintaro #suna smut #suna headcanons #suna drabble #suna x y/n

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kiyosamu · 3 years

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remember.

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pairing: rintaro suna x female reader.

genre: yandere, dark, light romance. // one shot, 4k words.

synopsis: abusive relationships can seem impossible to leave. when you open up to a classmate, your life takes a dramatic turn in the best and worst ways imaginable.

content warnings: assault, domestic abuse (not from suna), descriptions of violence, yandere themes.

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“hey, kid.” suna’s voice caught your attention as you passed by him in the university corridor. he was quiet, only speaking loud enough for you to hear right as you were walking by.

“hey, rintaro.” you stopped for a moment, refusing to look up at the tall man towering over you.

“i haven’t seen you in a while. everything okay?” he leaned against the wall and clutched a textbook to his chest. “you haven’t even been to class. kinda been missing my project partner.”

“you got my work though, right?” you asked him, partially covering your face with your hair. “i emailed it to you.”

“i did.”

“okay… good.” you cleared your throat, awkwardly shuffling and offering a suspiciously sudden goodbye.

“hey, wait-" suna grabbed your wrist to keep you from leaving. the small amount of pressure more than enough on your deep bruise to make you wince.

suna noticed your pained expression and immediately let go, stepping back.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to hurt you. i just wanted to ask you if-“

“it’s okay!” you interrupted, knowing you’d already spoken to him for too long. you needed to get out of there before anyone noticed. “you didn’t hurt me. sorry, i have to go. bye!”

your behaviour was erratic. your speech was rushed; forced and strained with every word as you tried your best to appear normal.

unfortunately it was much harder to pretend everything was okay than you’d originally thought it’d be.

you quickly turned and headed down the hallway to drop off the assignments to your other professor. the last one you’d have to see for the day before heading home. you were almost there. so close you might not even run into him.

you’d hoped, anyway.

----♡----

after seeing your professor, you walked out into the fresh evening air. the cold stinging your cheeks and the wind pushing your hair out of your face.

your cheeks burned from the freezing air, but it was your black eye was that hurt the most.

“i’m sorry, i just lost my temper.” his words echoed in your head, “you shouldn’t have pissed me off.”

you nodded, essentially agreeing with him. it’s true, if he didn’t get mad, he wouldn’t have hit you. and why was he mad? because of something you did. so really, it was your own fault.

you were the one apologizing to him that night. doing anything you could to make it up to him. all of this with a deep purple bruise forming on your face.

when he finally left your dorm and went back to his, you were mentally exhausted. you fell asleep and woke up right before your second class of the day.

he had started forcing you to miss classes, to do everything at home and only go in to submit your work. this was for two reasons.

the first, you could spend more time with him due to your schedules. if yours was freed then you’d have more time together.

the second was to stop you from talking to other men. completely.

...and then he found out suna was your lab partner.

“i don’t want you working with him.”

“i have to. the professor is the one who chooses.”

“then work from home and submit the stuff online. that guy is a manipulator. he’s dangerous and will take advantage of you. i just know it.”

you’d never gotten that type of vibe from suna, but you obeyed your boyfriend because you didn’t want to know what would happen if you didn’t.

secretly, though, you missed class. you missed working with him. laughing, getting to know each other. he’d become a good friend over the past year and since you had the same majors, you two shared quite a few classes.

he was calm. funny and quiet, but definitely not timid. his energy made him come off tough, but not scary. if anything, he made you feel… safe.

just for those few hours you had together.

and whenever class would end, you found yourself missing that feeling.

----♡----

“i have to go to class tomorrow.” you said, refusing to make eye contact with your boyfriend who’d invited himself over to your dorm.

just like he does every. single. night.

“why? you gonna go talk to that suna guy?” he approached you, giving you a terrifying smile that you know wasn’t coming from a place of happiness.

“yuji… please.” your words were barely a whisper when you felt his fingers wrap around your throat. “my professor told me i need to start going. my grades are falling behind.”

his fingers tapped rhythmically against your skin. dancing skillfully as he toyed with the idea of choking you. you held your breath, expecting the worst.

“you should try harder.” he growled, digging his fingertips into your neck and you clenched your eyes closed. “get your grades back up so you don’t have to spend any more time with that guy.”

“okay, okay!” you grabbed onto his wrist and his eyes widened. “i will! i’ll get my grades up so i don’t need to see him anymore.”

“good girl.” he smiled, the evil expression he’d previously worn had melted away into a false image of a kind man. “always listening so well for me.”

yuji leaned in and kissed you. you kissed back, barely, but just enough for him to be satisfied and leave you alone.

“time for me to go.” he sighed as he heard the dorm advisor do a final walk through to knock on the doors and let the students know it was time for guests to leave.

“see you tomorrow?” he asked, tilting your chin up to look at him.

“sure…” you whispered. you trembled under his touch and wanted nothing more than for him to leave your sight.

“good. it’s a date.” he said happily and gave you another kiss, practically skipping down the hallway back to his own room.

you shut and locked your door, desperately wishing that was the last time you’d ever have to see him.

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“well, well, well.” suna cooed as you took your seat next to him. “as i live and breathe, i never thought i’d see the day. you finally made it to class.”

you nodded and pulled out your books.

“had to. my grades are slipping.” you sighed, looking around at the science classroom. “what are we doing today?”

“lab day.” suna said as he nudged an instruction sheet towards you. “should we put on our coats and get to it?”

“okay...”

you started to have an internal panic attack. your wrists were as bruised as the black eye you were hiding behind your hair.

suna stepped away to get your lab coats.

this would all be visible, and you didn’t want suna (or anyone) to see any of it.

you nervously approached your professor and she looked up at you with a disinterested stare.

“ma’am, i need to be excused from class today.”

“absolutely not.” she scoffed, “unless you want to fail my class, which i know you can’t afford to do, you’ll stay and do your lab.”

you opened your mouth to reply but she kept speaking.

“go put up your hair, roll up your sleeves and get your lab coat on. you should be thankful you have such a competent partner.” she crossed her arms, leaning back in her chair, “actually, i think the two of you should spend some time together. he’s my top student and you definitely need some tutoring.”

“i don’t think that’s necessary-“

“mr. suna, come up here please.”

suna walked up with a confused look, unsure as to why he was being brought in to the conversation.

“something i can help with?” he asked.

“yes,” the professor smiled, “i’d like the two of you to do tutoring sessions a minimum of twice a week, an hour each time. could you do that?”

“oh, sure. i don’t mind.” he smiled, “was that all? we should get to our assignment.”

you felt backed in to a wall. of course you were okay with this, you enjoyed spending time with suna.

unfortunately, you were terrified of the repercussions.

even worse, there was nothing you could do about it.

when you got back to your table, you put your hair up and silently thought of a plan. keep your head down, don’t make eye contact. maybe he wouldn’t notice.

you rolled up your sleeves and put on your white coat. it was barely long enough to hit your wrists, but did a decent job of hiding the bruises.

the first half of the lab went well. suna explained things in a way that made it easy to comprehend and you were genuinely enjoying yourself.

until you completely forgot.

you began to pour the green liquid into the tube. suna was writing his lab report when he looked up and noticed your mistake.

“oh, hey,” he stood up, putting his hand over yours to tilt the container back up. “you need to pour it slower, like this.”

when it started to pour just as he’d wanted, he let go and you found yourself missing the brief comfort of his touch.

“good job! you did it.” suna smiled and you looked up at him with an excited expression. finally. finally you were getting something right.

when the two of you made eye contact, his smile immediately dropped into a look of concern.

“what happened to your eye?”

“oh,” you stepped back, covering it with your hand. “i fell.”

suna carefully held onto your wrist and you winced in pain. his intentions were to move your hand away from your eye, but he took immediate notice of your reaction and pushed your sleeve down.

the bruises in the shape of fingerprints stained your skin a deep purple.

“what about here?” he stepped closer. you tried to read his expression but he looked completely emotionless.

“from the same fall, i’m just clumsy.”

“and your neck?”

suna pushed back your lab coat to see the same fingerprint bruises scattered around your neck.

you were suddenly thankful you’d chosen the table in the far back end of the classroom. nobody was ever watching.

“yeah.” you said, practically a whisper. “i’m just really clumsy.”

suna leaned down and looked into your eyes.

“why don’t i believe you?”

“five more minutes!” the professor called, interrupting your intense conversation and the two of you snapped back into action.

you finished your lab report and quickly packed up your stuff before rushing out the classroom door.

suna followed closely behind.

“it’s your boyfriend, isn’t it?”

you stopped dead in your tracks and turned around to look at him. suna’s expression was no longer emotionless. he was angry.

“okay,” you sighed, grabbing his wrist to pull him to a secluded space outside. the two of you sat down under a large tree, away from everyone else.

“yuji gets upset with me and… hurts me… sometimes.” you choked out. “i haven’t told anyone because i’m scared of what he’ll do to me. i haven’t left him because i’m scared of him. i’m stuck.”

you hadn’t said these words out loud to anyone, ever, and the way they were flowing so freely had you crying before you were even aware of it.

“please don’t tell anyo-“

“i’ll take care of it.”

you looked up at him. suna looked completely calm, his voice smooth and gaze held on you.

“what do you mean?”

suna stood up and ran his hands through his hair.

“i mean i’ll take care of it.” he smiled, “see you tomorrow afternoon for tutoring?”

“wait, suna-“

“later!” he gave you a passive wave before walking back towards the university building.

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that evening you waited for yuji to come by your dorm, but he never did.

you waited for him to call you, but he didn’t.

you worried about what suna had meant. maybe he was going to talk to him, maybe even threaten him. you’d hoped he wouldn’t do that, but you really didn’t know what he was capable of.

surely the rumours about him couldn’t be true. an honour's chemistry major being involved in a more sinister, underground group that nobody even knew if it was real or made up?

he was too nice. there was no way.

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after class you headed back to your dorm to get ready for your evening. suna had asked you to meet him under the same tree from the day before. around 7pm.

you debated on calling yuji, but ultimately decided against it. maybe he’d come to his senses. maybe he was remorseful, and just wanted to move on. to leave you alone and pretend your relationship never happened.

that was what you wished for the most.

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you stepped out into the cold evening air. the wind blowing softly and brushing the hair out of your face.

you clutched your books to your chest and took a short cut through the back fields separating the dorms from the main university campus.

you checked your phone, you were early. suna would be there in about 15 minutes.

you reached down to grab your phone when it was immediately snatched from your hands.

“you did this, didn’t you?” a familiar voice snapped at you. you glanced up to see yuji, sporting a similar black eye and a bandaged cut on his cheek.

“i- no, of course not!”

he rolled his eyes at your reply, clearly not willing to listen to a word you were saying. yuji grabbed your wrists, forcing you to drop your books and pushed you against the back wall of the university.

“you did. tell me right now. everything you said. who you said it to. and why.” the look in his eyes was horrifying. scarier than any other look he’s given you before.

this made it seem like his previous bouts of anger were nothing but minor inconveniences.

“i didn’t-“

yuji pulled back, immediately hitting your chin with a hard punch that knocked your head back into the concrete wall.

“try again.”

your vision was hazy. mind blurring memories together and you couldn’t even form a proper sentence.

you felt a warm, wet sensation cascading down the back of your neck and were immediately soothed by the feeling. the warmth was comfortable, even though you didn’t know what it was from.

yuji’s hand wrapped around your throat and he pressed his forehead to yours. his fingers dug roughly into your windpipe, causing you to choke out the remaining air in your lungs. you felt yourself get sleepy, closing your eyes and letting darkness overtake you as your body went limp.

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“hey, wake up.”

snapping fingers in your face had you looking around curiously. you couldn’t focus on your surroundings. it was unclear who was with you, unclear what was happening around you, and unclear why you were there.

the sounds of multiple men. grunting, panting. speaking quietly between deep breaths and harsh exertion.

what were they doing?

“hey.” the fingers snapped in front of your face again.

“what…” was all you could manage to say. your body felt heavy. weak. you were just so tired. all you wanted to do was fall asleep. you submitted to the exhaustion, closing your eyes again.

“don’t go to sleep.” a soothing voice lifted the back of your neck, pressing something soft against your head. “stay awake and listen to me.”

“ya like beatin’ up girls, huh?”

whack

“wanna put a girl half your size in the hospital, for what? to feel like more of a man?”

whack

“a real man would never hit a woman.”

whack

“a real man would beat the shit out of losers who do hit women, right ‘tsum?”

“right. maybe we’ll even put him in the hospital.”

whack

“oh, he’s gonna be there once we’re done.”

you finally recognized the last voice. it was suna.

he spoke again, his voice raspy and dark but still audible from where you were.

“i hope to fucking god you didn’t hurt her so badly that she’s knocked out…” suna trailed off and let out a small chuckle. “because there’s nothing i want more than for her to hear you cry like a little bitch when this blade goes right…”

the sound of yuji’s sudden scream was immediately muffled by what you were sure was the hand of the other man.

“…through you.”

your eyes widened and you were starting to understand what was happening.

all you could feel around you was danger.

you started to hyperventilate. panic was taking over.

“focus on me. come on, we need to get out of here.”

“who…” your head started to hurt now. badly.

“my name is osamu.” he bent down and cradled you in his arms, bringing you close to his chest and picking you up bridal style. “hold on to me if you can.”

“i’m scared…” you whispered.

“i know.” he murmured, carrying you away from the scene and back through the field. “i’ll keep you safe. we need to go to the hospital.”

“what about…”

“the only thing you need to worry about is stayin’ awake right now, okay? it’ll all be okay.” osamu’s voice was soothing. his body was warm and his strong arms supported your body in a way that made you never want to leave his hold.

you gave him a weak nod. even if you wanted to get away, you couldn’t. so you decided to trust in this man and hope for the best.

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“hey, sweetheart.” the calm voice of a nurse slowly woke you up. “you’re finally awake.”

“where…” you choked out, your throat was dry and you could barely make out where you were. it was all so… confusing.

“you’re in the hospital.” she said as she stood on her tiptoes to change the fluids on your iv pole. “you were assaulted. your injuries aren’t good but you’ll make a full recovery.”

the nurse leaned back down and held onto your hand. “you have a real knight in shining armour, you know. your boyfriend hasn’t left your side since you were admitted. he’s going to be so happy when he finds out you woke up.”

boyfriend?

your heart started to race at the thought of yuji coming in. you looked around, preparing for the worst when you heard footsteps enter the room.

“hey, sleepyhead.”

“speak of the devil.” the nurse smiled, giving your hand a squeeze. “i’ll let you two have some privacy. please press the call button if you need anything, i’ll come back and check on you soon.”

the footsteps grew closer and you heard the squeak of a chair being pulled up next to your bed. you opened your eyes to see suna giving you a compassionate smile.

“rintaro?” you whispered, “what are you doing here?”

“making sure you’re okay.” he crossed his arms, “been here since you were admitted.”

you tried your hardest to remember even coming to the hospital, but you just couldn’t. everything was gone after your head hit that wall.

“what… happened?” you asked, your eyes pleading for him to be honest.

“someone attacked you and your boyfriend.” suna leaned in, “do you not remember anything?”

“i remember yuji being upset with me…” you blinked, your mind working as hard as it could to remember something of importance. “my head hit the wall and it’s kind of fuzzy after that.”

“i see.” suna nodded.

“wait, how did you know i was in here?”

“some people mentioned an attack on campus. i got worried when you were late for our study session, and when your phone rang and you didn’t answer i felt like something was up.” he shrugged, taking a moment to think of his next words. “i called the hospital and asked if you were here, and then came right over when they confirmed it.”

“oh. okay…” you went to scratch an itch on your scalp and were met with searing pain at the slightest bit of pressure. “ow!”

“careful.” he smiled, taking your hand away from your head. “it’s gonna be sore for a while.”

“yeah…” you trailed off, trying to make sense of the situation. “what happened to yuji?”

“why do you care?”

“huh?” you glanced at suna who’s expression had turned sour.

“why do you care about what happened to him? he could've killed you.”

“i just wanted to know if he…” your voice was shaky and you tried to compose yourself. “if there was a possibility of him coming after me again.”

“not a single chance.” suna leaned over the railing of the hospital bed and took your hand. “besides, even if there was, i won’t let anything happen to you.”

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you’d found out yuji had suffered from severe injuries almost taking his life. he was beaten, stabbed, and his spinal cord suffered so much damage he was permanently paralyzed from the waist down.

while you were relieved the abuse would be over, you constantly wondered who had assaulted him.

you remembered telling suna and him saying he’d take care of it, surely that wasn’t him, right? there was no way suna could do something like that.

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months went by while you recovered from your injuries. you’d been discharged from the hospital after 3 weeks, and suna had stuck by your side every day.

“i’m happy to say you’ve essentially made a full recovery.” the doctor smiled, shaking your hand. “i’m so proud of your progress. you’re truly a walking miracle.”

“what about my memory?” you asked, “when will i remember what happened?”

“oh, you might not ever remember. you hit your head hard and from what we gather, you were unconscious.” the doctor stood up, clutching his clip board before walking out. “it’s probably for the best that you don’t remember what happened. you should focus on moving on, now. take care.”

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“well, should we celebrate?” suna asked as you walked out of the hospital together. you stopped, causing him to turn and look down at you. “what’s up?”

“i just wanted to say thank you…” you said, feeling your face getting hot. “i don’t think i could’ve done this without you.”

“you could’ve. you’re the strongest person i’ve ever met.” he leaned down, brushing the hair out of your face. the same hair that used to cover the deep bruises, now showing your true complexion. “and the most beautiful.”

you felt your heart flutter at his sudden compliment. suna’s hands found your waist and you instinctively draped your arms over his shoulders.

“you really mean that?” you asked, looking into his eyes.

“of course i do.” he smiled, leaning in to give you the long awaited kiss the two of you had been dying for. his lips were soft and you melted into his arms. he pulled away, resting his forehead on yours. “beautiful in every possible way.”

you felt tears well up as you were being complimented. the sweetest, kindest, most handsome man touching you so delicately and speaking to you with nothing but respect.

you'd completely fallen in love with him, and it was everything you ever could’ve asked for.

----♡----

a few weeks after the two of you made it official, your honeymoon phase was in full force. you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. you were experiencing your first true relationship that made you feel loved and you cherished at every moment.

one evening, you decided to go to suna’s dorm to surprise him.

knock knock

“rintaro?” you called out, opening the door to let yourself in. “are you home?”

“in here, baby.” he replied from the kitchen. he was sharing an apartment style dorm with two other men, but you hadn’t met them yet. they weren’t ever there when you were.

“we finally get to meet your girl, huh?” one of them cooed as you walked in. he had dyed blonde hair and smirked at you as you walked by. “damn, she’s a looker, huh ‘samu?”

samu… why did that sound familiar?

“don’t be such a pig.” the other boy replied. you realized they were twins when he stood up and walked over to you. he smiled, holding out his hand. “nice to meet ya, i’m osamu.”

osamu.

no.

“my name is osamu…”

it couldn’t be.

“…hold on to me if you can.”

no, no, no.

the memories of the night of the assault came flooding back to you.

it only took a moment to realize...

...it wasn’t a random assault at all.

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