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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.

everything ???

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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!!)

If you liked this, check out: Deal with the Devil -

╰┈➤ Book order details (Request Rules) ╰┈➤ Special customers(Taglist)

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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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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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mango-bango-bby · 3 years

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I recently finally finished Season 4 and I am in love with Suna. And since I also love your writing (♥️) I decided to sent something in which I will have to send in a second time if I remember right due to Tumblr eating your requests. I am a fan of domestic Yanderes as well and I was curious how Suna would be as a father. Don’t know how specific I can be, but eventually his child wanting a bit more attention from their parents. Take care sweetie❣️

♡ Nap Time ♡

(A/N: Sooooo um I didn’t exactly know what you wanted so I just wrote this. I’m really sorry if it’s not what you wanted!!! If it isn’t let me know and I may rewrite it 🥺💖 Anyways I hope you like 💞💞)

Content Warning ⚠️: Domestic stuff, kids, NOT PROOFREAD <3

Summary: Your son wants to cuddle with you and Rintaro (Yan!Suna x GN!Reader)

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There were three things that Rintaro loved more than anything else. You, your son Kurai, and naps. Those were his top three, and right now he had all three. You were sat in his lap as Rintaro tried to fall asleep and Kurai was on the floor playing with his many toys.

The sound of Kurai’s wooden blocks clinking together her echoes through the room as he picks up the toys and smash them together. The small boy had definitely inherited his personality from his father, despite having your hair and eye color. Although his face and eye shape cams also from his father.

Rintaro lets out a relaxed sigh, resting his head on your shoulder, warmth coming from the blanket around you and him. You’re already asleep or maybe half asleep, he can’t really tell.

Kurai looks up at you two at hearing the sigh from his papa. Oh, another thing Kurai inherited from his father was his love of cuddles. So seeing you an his father all snuggled up together made his toddler brain upset. He wanted cuddles to!

He lets out a whine, trying to push himself up onto his chubby legs only to fall back onto his bottom. Rintaro looks over at his son with lazy eyes, watching the boy try to get up again.

This time he’s able to get up, waddling over the the couch on wobbly legs. Kurai is old enough to walk on his own, sometimes it just takes him a while to get up off the floor. Kurai waddles over to the couch, slowly but surely.

You, in your sleepy mind, look down at your baby. He’s making grabby hands and lifting his arms at you. “Aww, baby” you coo, taking your arms out of the blanket to pick him up. Rintaro stays silent, completely content with your son wanting to come up there with you two. What could be better than cuddling not only you, but also yours and his son?

Kurai smiles widely when sat it in your lap. You sit sideways on Rintaro’s lap, so your both just piling up on him. Not that he minds, he loves it! Kurai looks up at him, his fox like eyes staring at his fathers.

“Papa” Kurai whines, reaching you towards his father face, wanting attention from him. He wasn’t able to speak much although when he did, it was to get your or Rintaro’s attention.

“I see you, bub” Rintaro speaks, giving his son a kiss on the forehead. Kuari simply giggles at the attention, he loves his papa so much. One thing that they both have is their love of cuddles and attention.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

#yandere haikyuu #yandere x reader #soft yandere #yandere suna #yandere suna x reader #yandere!suna #yandere suna rintaro #yandere rintaro #yandere rintaro x reader

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xobabyalina · 3 years

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SunFlower

Dub-con, non-con?, incest, manipulation, virgin!reader, size kink?, Crybaby!reader, Mean!Suna

Word count: 825

This is for the decadence collab!!

@sugawara-sweetheart

Summary: You just turned 18 and your Suna-nii wants to be the first to corrupt you.

Suna-nii loves you so much! It’s only fair if he attends your birthday party. He misses you. His mind was everywhere, you were finally eighteen! He was so happy for you but that wasn’t the only reason.

He was driving home to see you all grown up. You were just as happy to see your nii-chan but both were for different reasons. Though maybe it was your fault for not realizing it because suna-nii knows how dumb you really were.

Suna-nii wouldn’t be thinking of corrupting you right now if you weren’t so pretty. It was really all your fault.

He had arrived at his childhood home walking in and noticing you in the living room with a cake and knife in hand everyone surrounding you but you didn’t care about them all you wanted was to see was your nii-chan and when you did your heart lit-up and it was clearly evident on your face.

Your nii-Chan gave you a sleepy grin. You looked as happy as ever. It was endearing truly but suna-nii wanted to see you crying from pain and pleasure from his cock. Oh, how good you would look while tears were streaming down your face.

The thought made him almost groan. Safe to say when the parties over he’d be taking you to his room to have a fun night, even if you didn’t agree. He was going to make you feel so good.

Suna ate a piece of the colorful cake. It tasted good but probably not as good as you did. He had watched the clock every time a minute passed he wanted it to be midnight already and when the clock did strike midnight he was ecstatic. Everyone went out and eventually everyone was gone and your parents were going somewhere. Who knows where.

Suna didn’t care about them right now; all that was on his mind was the fact that you and he were alone in the house. He could practically do anything to you.

“y/n, how old are you?” Suna asked, making the worst small talk. “Eighteen, why? Shouldn’t nii-chan already know how old I am? You didn’t forget did you?” You said with a small pout. Oh, how your nii-Chan missed you, you had such a small brain barely anything could stay in there.

“Aw, I’m sorry. I can make it up to you? Come on, let’s go to my room?” He said while giving his hand for you to take. You nodded not thinking much of it, of course you didn’t think much of it. You were after all an air-head.

—

You couldn’t process what was happening. Your nii-chan had you under his arms, looking straight down at you. “You're eighteen now right? Can I show you something? Think you're gonna like it.” Suna said with a sleazy grin. He had gotten up and started taking everything off.

“Nii-chan, what’re you doing?” You questioned. “Nothing, just relax for me ‘k?” He had said. He put his hands on your thighs spreading them apart. “H-hey, nii-Chan I d-don’t think we should do this.” You said looking to the side. Though your request has fallen upon deaf ears.

It was Suna’s lucky day really. He had you under him and you were wearing a skirt. It made things so much easier for him. He hooked a finger around your panties and snapped them, he had broken your panties. “Nii-chan! No, don’t do that!” You said whining. “ ‘s okay, just relax. It’ll feel good, promise” he said with a groan looking at your cunt.

He had already managed to line himself up with your entrance. Nii-Chan wanted to see you cry taking his cock and you were so wet it wouldn’t hurt if he skipped prepping you right? Yeah, it’d be fine.

His cock was so hard it hurt and when he pressed into you, seeing your face contort into pain it almost made him cum on sight.

It burned for you. It didn’t feel good. Your nii-chan lied to you! “Nii-chan, i-it hurts r-really bad-“ your whine was cut when he had sheathed himself inside and made you scream. Your tears were already flowing down your cheeks.

It was just as suna thought you virgin cunt felt so good. “Shh, you can take it. You want to make your nii-chan feel good right?” He grunted through clenched teeth.

“N-nii-Chan you’re too big. H-hurts!” You whined again. “Shut up, and take it, stop whining, I said I would make you feel you didn’t I?” Suna said.

He moved one of his hands from beside your head up to your mouth. Covering your loud whines. He thrusted in and out, groaning every time your cunt squeezed down on him so tight.

You had trusted your nii-chan to make you feel good and eventually it did but it cost you a hurt cunt, twitchy legs but it was worth it to make your nii-chan happy, right?

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yanderecrazysie · 3 years

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Candid

Did I put this off because I know nothing about Suna’s personality? Yes. Possibly.

I think this is badly rushed but only because I had writer’s block for so long EEK! I’m so sorry! And to the Tumblr requesters, don’t worry, I’m getting to you all now!

Title: Candid

Pairings: Suna x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, stalking, non-consensual photography (?), mild gore, death

Summary: Everywhere you go, you can feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up when you hear the click of a picture being taken and that overwhelming feeling that you’re being watched. You really wish it was just you being paranoid.

Notes: Requested by someone on Wattpad.

candid

/noun/

(of a photograph of a person) taken informally, especially without the subject's knowledge.

The first time you heard the click of a phone camera taking your picture without your permission was when you were walking back to your dorm alone. It was quickly followed by a shattering sound and pounding footsteps. All that was left behind was a shattered screen protector, a product of your photographer’s panic.

You were freaked out, to say the least. But thankfully, the sound of their own phone frightened them away. You almost laughed, picturing some unknown creep’s embarrassed face when they realized they were caught and went back to the safety of your dorm.

But that wasn’t the last time you’d hear that sound. It was the start of a nightmare you could never wake up from.

Click, click, click.

Your photographer had grown bolder, to say the least.

That clicking sound had become far too familiar over the next two weeks. Every single time you left your dorm, you heard it, following you around campus unless others were near you. It got to the point that you no longer wanted your quiet alone time, you just wanted someone, anyone near you. Just so you wouldn’t feel those eyes on the back of your head and see that little flash in the corner of your eye.

Anything to stop feeling like your picture is being taken every moment of the day.

Your roommate couldn’t be there for you every time, and you felt like you were coming across as clingy by asking her to escort you everywhere. She had her own classes to worry about, on top of a job. As kind as she was, you didn’t want to add onto her already-heavy workload.

So when a boy from your Chemistry course offered to walk you back to your dorm, you found yourself agreeing. It was the middle of the day, so he couldn’t try anything without people noticing, and your photographer would back down too.

He wasn’t very talkative, which made the walk a little awkward. His eyes seemed to be glued to you, even if it was just out of the corner of his eye. The intensity of his stare unnerved you.

When you stopped at the door of your room, you felt a confusing mixture of two types of relief. Relief that your photographer never showed up once and relief that your uncomfortable walk with him was finally over.

“I never actually learned your name.” You admitted to the boy, the polite part of you wanting to thank him for walking you to your dorm.

“Suna.” You waited for him to continue, but he didn’t. A man of few words, you supposed.

“I’m Y/n, it’s nice-”

“I know.”

Unnerved, you swallowed back your concern and decided to end this “conversation”.

“Thank you for walking me back, I appreciate it.”

Suna simply smiled. A small, yet genuine, sweet little twitch of the lips. You had to admit, it was kind of cute.

“Any time, (Y/n).”

Walks back to your dorm with Suna became a normal part of your weekdays. The couple days you didn’t walk with him, the snaps of a camera haunted your way home, almost worse than ever before.

But, like all good things, it had to come to an awkward end.

“Will you go on a date with me?”

It made you inwardly wince, how rehearsed those words sounded. You wondered if he’d practiced before the two of you met up.

“I’m sorry, Suna, but I barely know you.” You left out the fact that he unnerved you with his intensely calculating stare and the way he walked just-too-close to you.

“Oh.”

And… that was it. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but this wasn’t it. Suna’s expression didn’t even change, that impassive face blankly blinking back at you.

He stood and watched, unnaturally calm, as you walked away.

Why couldn’t you shake the feeling that this was just the calm before a storm?

Your mysterious photographer was silent, despite the fact that you no longer walked with Suna. In fact, you didn’t hear the camera sounds at any point of the day. Finally, you wondered if the creep gave up or lost interest. Or maybe you were making it up in your head all along.

You really wish that was the case.

“Damn it- where’s my room key?” Your backpack, purse, and surroundings gave no clue as to where your student card was. Without that, you couldn’t get into your dorm room- which was a big problem, considering the sky was darkening by the minute. You just wanted to watch some Netflix and snack on some chips, was that too much for the universe to allow?

Hastily typing out a message on your phone to your roommate, you continued to pack up your scattered belongings. A ding signaled her reply.

You: Hey, u at the room? Lost my key, gotta get a new one tmrw or something

Roomie: Yeah

It was a strangely short reply for the roommate you knew. Usually, she’d write half a paragraph or at least chew you out (in a light-hearted way) about how stupid you were to lose your card.

Maybe she was doing homework. Either way, all you needed to know was that she was there to let you into your safe haven.

The first drops of rain were hitting your head when you arrived at your dorm. You were beyond grateful that your roommate was there to save the day. To be honest, she was more like a sister to you than anything else. The random roommate pairing system didn’t fail you, like it did most unlucky on-campus students.

Your knuckles barely touched the door when it opened and slender fingers wrapped around your wrist, tugging you inside. But it wasn’t your roommate you came face-to-face with.

No, it was your worst nightmare.

Photographs pasted on the walls and desks, all featuring you, you, you. Photos of every size, with any person other than you cut out of it.

Every click of the camera was now laid out for you to see. But that was no longer your biggest concern.

Dead.

Your roommate… oh god… she laid on her bed, throat slit and blood everywhere- splattered on the walls and soaking the sheets. She was probably napping, you realized, and you prayed that she died peacefully. That she didn’t wake up when her killer loomed over her with your borrowed key card.

Because that’s how the killer got in. How he got in.

The man now blocking your only exit, that small, "sweet" smile gracing his lips again.

Suna Rintarou.

You felt dizzy- your world was spinning. Was that crying and screaming coming from you? It felt so far away… so detached…

Your vision swam with darkness, the shock numbing your senses. As you succumbed to unconsciousness, you heard Suna talking to you… a voice that sounded a mile away, yet right in your ear. With the arms wrapping gently around your form, it was most likely the latter.

“I know you don’t know me well, but I know you very, very well. You have time, Y/n, you have time…”

Why was it that you felt like your time was up?

Like every click of a camera was just the ticking of a clock, counting down to your inevitable doom.

#yandere #yandere haikyuu #yandere suna #suna rintaro #suna rintarou #yandere x reader #yandere one shot #one shot

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seijorhi · 4 years

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Blindsided

Finally. Finally the Inarizaki manager fic is done. Hope y’all like it 🦊

Inarizaki x Female Team Manager Reader

TW Implied non-con, slight nsfw, general yandere possessiveness and jealousy, aged up characters

In hindsight, it wasn’t like they didn’t give you every chance to prove that you were dedicated wholeheartedly to them and them alone.

Well, maybe not every chance, but three. Three opportunities to do the right thing.

They can hardly be held at fault because you failed to do so.

This isn’t a punishment. They’re not doing it because they enjoy the fear in your teary eyes, the way you tremble and beg for them to stop. They don’t particularly enjoy hurting you.

(That’s not to say they won’t enjoy certain other aspects of it, though.)

But it’s really your own fault that it’s come to this.

You are Inarizaki’s beloved manager and they adore you, you can’t blame them for being a little protective.

***

You can feel it in the air, the anticipation that’s been building since you’d stepped off the bus late last night. While it’s all old hat for the guys - they’ve been doing national tournaments since high school - for you it’s a whole new experience.

And while they’re determined to win (and they always do - you have nothing but faith in your team), you’re determined to prove that while you’re still figuring out this whole manager thing, you deserve to be standing right there beside them.

That you can be useful, even though they’ve assured you a thousand times before that you are.

Their first game isn’t until the afternoon, but of course they’re already at the gym before most of the morning matches are even finished.

“To ensure plenty of time for warm ups,” Kita tells you.

“To scope out the competition,” Ginjima corrects, shooting you a wicked grin and winking conspiratorially.

Still, despite the earlier start, you don’t mind. It gives you plenty of time to get set up. Water bottles have to be filled and you want to run through some of the notes you’ve prepared of the other teams in your bracket, more for your own sake than theirs - and of course, you’ll be there to help the guys warm up as well, making sure they’re all stretched out and in perfect form.

Though that usually just means the twins monopolising your time while the others pretend they either don’t notice or don’t care (to mixed success).

They’ve just started to make their way to the practice courts to stretch when you decide to go on the water bottle run. Even at Nationals, it’s kind of a mundane task and your mind’s a thousand miles away when an unfamiliar voice interrupts.

“Inarizaki, huh?”

You glance up from the faucet to see the newcomer - a guy maybe a few years older than yourself, decked out in a navy blue and white tracksuit. From the bottle holder in his hands and the messenger bag slung over his shoulder, your guess is another manager - though it’s not super common for men to take the position, it’s not unheard of.

Either way, you’re that lost in your own thoughts that the words he’s said haven’t sunk in, and you’re left staring at him with a vaguely startled expression as you unscrew the lid on the last bottle.

“I’m sorry?”

He smiles kindly, setting his bag down to come up to the taps beside you. “Inarizaki - your team, right? I recognised the colours,” he says, gesturing at your uniform. “I saw you guys play at Nationals last year. Those freak twins of yours are something else!”

There’s a tiny twinge at the moniker, but you know there’s no real malice behind it - Atsumu and Osamu would probably be delighted with the nickname.

“They’re pretty incredible,” you agree. The name embroidered on his jacket doesn’t ring a bell - his team definitely isn’t in your bracket, and they’re not one of the ones you researched going into the competition. It doesn’t necessarily mean that they’re not a threat - just that if they are, they’re a dark horse.

Yet he seems friendly enough you don’t exactly see the harm in stopping for a moment to chat while you finish up. You learn that it’s his third time at Nationals, though his team’s never made it past the first and second rounds. They’re from Saitama and supposedly their libero is one of the best around - you bite back a smile at that one. Maybe you’ve been kind of spoiled managing a powerhouse like Inarizaki, but you’ve seen Akagi’s receives, the lightning fast speed of his reflexes, the frankly incredible accuracy he has when he’s digging the ball up - it would take one hell of a libero to make you stop and take notice.

But of course you just nod politely. No need to be cocky, your boys can manage that just fine by themselves.

And despite barely taking a second to breathe between sentences, he’s actually pretty nice. Nice enough that you don’t quite know how to exit the conversation now that all of your bottles are filled without seeming rude. Thankfully - because god knows how long you would have stood there smiling and humming along halfheartedly otherwise - he notices the neatly stacked bottles at your feet after a minute or two of excited rambling.

The tips of his ears turn pink and he’s quick to push his glasses up the bridge of his long nose, “Ah, right. Yeah, sorry - kinda got carried away there a bit… Do you need a hand carrying them back?”

You’re saved from answering by a cool voice calling your name. The other manager - you never did catch his name - jerks in surprise, almost dropping the half filled bottle in his hand, but you just glance over your shoulder (only slightly abashed), knowing perfectly well who that voice belongs to.

Sure enough, standing in the open doorway eyeing the both of you is your captain, face impassive save for the slight downward curl at the corner of his lips. Kita doesn’t get angry, or irritated - at least not outwardly - but you know him well enough to know that he’s definitely not pleased.

“She can manage just fine,” he says, even as he’s reaching to pick up one of the bottle holders. “Shouldn’t ya be a bit more worried about lookin’ after your own team?”

You don’t exactly blame the guy for blanching - your captain can be downright frosty when he wants to be, and the look he’s shooting the other manager is none too friendly. But before he can pass comment, Kita’s attention has already shifted back to you.

“Come on,” he says, handing you the other bottles. “We need to get back to the others. We’ve been gone long enough.”

You really only have a chance to throw a sheepish parting smile over your shoulder as Kita leads you out. He’s quiet, which in itself isn't unusual, but you can’t help but feel like you’re walking on eggshells as the two of you head side by side back to the training court where the rest of the team is waiting - mostly because you’re getting the distinct impression that he’s not all that impressed with you right now.

There’s a pit of guilt sitting heavy in your stomach. You know that at the end of the day, talking to another manager is harmless - and it’s not like you actually did all that much talking to begin with - but you must have dawdled longer than you thought if Kita felt the need to come searching for you.

Damn it. You’re supposed to be helping the team, not causing unnecessary distractions for them before their first match.

“Kita,” you murmur, and he stops in his tracks and turns to look back at you with that same unreadable look that drives you half mad sometimes. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have… taken so long with the water run, I guess. I didn’t mean to.”

Something in his eyes softens just a fraction, and he nods. “Thought ya might’ve gotten lost,” is all he says, but it’s decidedly less cold than earlier and you can’t help the small smile that creeps across your face.

Suna gives the two of you an odd look when you finally make it back to the court, but you hardly have time to focus on that when Atsumu’s already tugging you off to pass him balls to set for ‘Samu, Aran and Ginjima.

Sequestered away in a corner on the opposite side of the court Oomimi and Kita are talking quietly amongst themselves, shooting furtive glances your way every so often.

“Nice kill!”

Of course, you’re far too wrapped up in Gin’s spikes to notice the growing frown on the middle blocker’s face.

***

They won.

It’s not exactly a surprise, you knew from about halfway through the first set that while the other team was good - it’s Nationals, all the teams are good, they wouldn’t have made it this far otherwise - they didn’t really hold a candle to your boys. Still, that does little to dampen the rush of excitement and pride that surges through you as you’re all but mobbed the moment they step off the court - first by the twins, then Akagi, and before you know all eight of them are on you, arms wrapped around your waist, slung over your shoulder, a hand ruffling your hair. They’re sweaty and a bit gross and you couldn’t care less, unable to stop the beaming grin that graces your face.

You’re just so proud of them. Maybe you should have grown out of that wide eyed awe whenever you see them play, but six months in and you still can’t quite believe just how talented they really are.

Of course, that’s not to say that they’re perfect, or even that the game itself was all that flawless. Atsumu still got shitty whenever his impossibly high standards weren’t met, and Osamu never failed to take the chance to egg him on while Suna helpfully scoffed and rolled his eyes in the background, and it did take both Oomimi and Aran to calm Ginjima down when one of the middle blockers from the other team started slinging insults over the net just to rile him up - but the fact remains that when they play to their strengths, they’re incredible.

You’re still beaming like an idiot fifteen minutes later when you’re all packed up and the team’s heading out. Walking with Suna and Atsumu, the latter’s arm slung over your shoulders, you’re halfway through raving about the final play when you catch sight of a familiar face walking towards you.

You stop in your tracks, jaw falling slack at the same time that his eyes meet yours.

Holy shit.

“Y/N?”

“Ichiro?!”

A laugh bubbles up and before you can stop yourself you’re shrugging Atsumu’s arm off your shoulder, dropping your bag and racing towards him. Strong, muscled arms wrap around your waist and you find yourself lifted from the ground as he spins you around in a crushing bear hug.

“Oh my god, I had no idea you were still playing volleyball!” you say when he finally sets you back on your feet.

Ichiro grins, “As if I’d ever let all this talent go to waste! And why am I not the least bit surprised to see you here, managing yet another stellar team?” he replies, winking for good measure because he knows after all this time it’ll still make you flustered.

And it does, much to his amusement.

You’re so caught up in seeing him again that for a moment you forget entirely about the team standing at your back, watching all of this unfold with a myriad of expressions, none of them particularly pleased.

Yet it’s Suna who makes the first move, sauntering up to the two of you with a mask of boredom. Narrowed eyes study the rival volleyball player, sizing him up for a single moment before disregarding him entirely to focus back on you.

“You can’t just drop your shit and run off on us like that,” he mutters, though he makes no move to pass the bag he’s shouldered back to you.

“Who’s the scrub?”

“Gettin’ awfully familiar there with our manager, ain’tcha? Ya might wanna take yer hands off ‘a her.”

You barely, barely manage to refrain from rolling your eyes as the twins come to join you three, looking positively hostile as they glare at Ichiro. You know that they mean well, they’ve always been protective, sometimes almost suffocatingly so, but you can’t really find it in yourself to hold it against them. “Relax, would you? Guys, this is Ichiro - he was our school’s volleyball captain back when I was a first year manager.”

Ichiro, either oblivious or unbothered by the frosty reception from Suna and the twins, sticks his hand out. “Kimura Ichiro, it’s nice to meet you guys.”

Suna ignores him outright, Atsumu sneers at the offered hand like it’s diseased, and Osamu just snorts, dropping an elbow to dangle off your shoulder, leering at him with that smug, decidedly unfriendly smirk of his.

Boys.

Before any of them can say anything however, another voice interrupts; Kita’s.

“Y/N. The bus is waiting.”

You glance back over your shoulder to reassure him you’ll be right there only to freeze in place, the words dying on the tip of your tongue.

Atsumu isn’t the only one glaring.

***

A warm body settles onto the bench beside you, leaning up against your side to peer over your shoulder.

“Who’re ya textin’?”

You grin a little, turning off your phone and sliding it back in your pocket so you can face the frowning blonde. “None of your business.”

***

There’s a knock on your door a few minutes after six, and you open the door to find Aran freshly showered and smiling softly at you. “We’re headin’ out for dinner soon, ya coming?”

“Nah, you guys go on ahead,” you reply.

There’s a short pause and you watch as Aran’s brow furrow in what you can only assume is concern.

“You’re not going to eat? Y/N, ya need-”

You smile, quickly shaking your head, “No, no I am, promise! You remember the friend of mine from yesterday?” You wait for him to nod, which he does - slowly. “He invited me to go out with him and his team for dinner tonight. They got knocked out of the tournament today so it’s kind of a commiseration slash catch up thing. It’ll be fun.”

Yet your beaming grin does little to allay the apprehension on the co-captain’s face. If anything, the crinkle between his brows grows even more pronounced. “Yer going out with them? The whole team?”

“Yeah, just to the onigiri joint down the road, and maybe a drink after? I promise I won’t be out late or anything, I know we’ve got an early start tomorrow,” you reassure.

Aran appraises you for a long moment. “Ya really think that’s a smart move? Going out to party with a bunch ‘a strangers right in the middle of Nationals?”

“They’re not strangers, I’ve known Ichiro since I was fifteen. And it’s just dinner, Aran, not like I’m going bar hopping downtown. There’s nothing to worry about.”

You can tell from the set of his jaw that he wants to say more, but he’s overreacting. This isn’t high school, and you’re not some naive little idiot, you can take care of yourself just fine without him or Kita watching over you.

“I’ll be fine. Now go out with the others and celebrate your win, you guys deserve it!”

He sighs, and before you know it you're tucked up into his chest, his chin resting on your forehead.

“It’d be better if you were there to celebrate with us. Yer supposed to be our manager after all.”

You snort, “Are you trying to guilt trip me, Ojiro?”

His hold doesn’t loosen, and you feel the laughter rumble through his chest. “Is it workin’?”

***

Twenty minutes later you’ve cleaned up pretty well, dressed in the only somewhat nice piece of clothing you brought with you - a summer dress with a flowing skirt that falls to your mid thighs. It’s cute, one of your favourites actually, and you’re glad you slipped it into your bags before you left. It’s not like this is a date - definitely not with a team of nine other volleyball players joining you - but you still want to look pretty.

And you are kind of excited. Aside from being a familiar face in the crowd at a few of your later high school games, you haven’t seen Ichiro since he graduated, but he’s always been like a big brother to you. You honestly don’t think you’d still be involved in volleyball if not for the impact he’d had on you in your first year.

But when you breeze past the common area of the hotel you’re staying at, you’re surprised to find that the guys are still there, sprawled out across the furniture deep in conversation.

“I thought you guys were going out to eat?” you say, pausing in the open doorway.

Eight pairs of eyes snap towards you and you’re suddenly struck with the feeling that you’ve interrupted something serious.

“We were. Somethin’ came up,” Kita replies after a beat.

Surely you’re imagining the slight edge in his tone, right?

“… is everything okay?”

You’re still their manager - if there’s an issue then you’ll stay to fix it, that’s your job, but more importantly you genuinely care about your team, and something is definitely up with them.

“Nothin’ you need to worry about,” comes the clipped reply.

You open your mouth to say something - you’re not exactly sure what, but they’re acting strange and it’s putting you on edge - when Suna scoffs. “Don’t you have a dinner to get to?”

“Wouldn’t wanna keep the captain an’ his team waitin’, now wouldja, sweetheart?” Atsumu drawls, fixing you with that mocking sneer he usually only saves for his competitors.

“‘Specially when you’re dolled up all nice and pretty for ‘em,” Osamu adds.

Usually, when the twins start acting like asses one of the others - usually Oomimi or Aran, if not Kita himself - step in to rein them back in, but as you glance around the room, none of them make a sound. Akagi won’t even meet your eye.

Ah.

Cool. That’s how they’re gonna be about it.

You bite back a sigh, burying the faint flicker of hurt that lances through your chest, offering them a tight smile instead, “Alright, well you guys have fun. Call me if you need anything.”

You don’t give them a chance to reply before you stalk off. You love them, you do, but sometimes they get so petty about the weirdest things and you haven’t quite figured out yet how to deal with it.

But in the end, you know you won’t hold it against them. You chalk whatever… weirdness this is up to Nationals - the pressure they’re under to perform is immense and the whole testosterone filled atmosphere certainly isn’t helping things. You’ll give them the night to sort whatever issues they’re having out amongst themselves and tomorrow, you’ll get back to work.

You’re here to win, after all.

***

It’s possible that you stayed out just a touch later than you should have. It’s also possible that one drink might have turned into two or three, and by the time you sneak back into the hotel, the lights in the guys rooms are all out.

But it’s habit that you shoot Kita a text as you make your way down the narrow hallways towards your room, letting him know you’ve made it back safe and sound.

Except the text message is unnecessary, because when you unlock the door and stumble inside, you find the captain himself sitting propped up on the edge of your bed, staring at you with an impassive gaze.

For a split second, you freeze, thinking that in your slightly buzzed state, you’ve somehow managed to walk into the wrong room. But you’re not that drunk, and that’s definitely your suitcase you spy tucked neatly away at the foot of the bed.

Kita doesn’t so much as lift a brow at your sudden appearance, he simply sighs, dark eyes following you as you awkwardly step further inside and let the door swing shut behind you.

“K-kita? What are you… is everything okay?”

Your mouth feels dry, and your heart flutters uncomfortably in your chest. You know Kita, you trust Kita, but finding him here, waiting for you in your bedroom, feels… like an invasion of privacy, almost.

But he wouldn’t be here unless there was a good reason, right?

He’s never been one to mince words, but as he slowly pushes himself to his feet and closes the distance between the two of you, you’re expecting a little more of an explanation than, “I really wish ya hadn’t forced my hand.”

It’s only when you take a miniscule step back and hit a warm, hard body that you realise the two of you aren’t alone.

Panic surges through you, and you instinctively you jump - try and skitter away, apologies already forming on the tip of your tongue. Two brawny arms stop you in your tracks, curling possessively around your waist - keeping you in place.

“Hey, hey - relax, it’s just me.” You recognise the rich baritone voice at your ear all too well.

Almost from the moment you met him, Aran has been one of your closest friends - the first person you turn to when you’re feeling out of your depth. He’s the one who convinced you to join the team, with Kita’s blessing of course. His words should put you at ease, and maybe they would have, if you hadn’t felt his lips brush against your neck, just below the curve of your jaw.

No.

Eyes widen, your heart skips a beat, and as if somebody’s upended a bucket of ice over you, cold terror spikes through you like a shockwave. This is wrong - Aran’s kiss, the sharp, predatory gleam in Kita’s eyes as he stares, the fact that they’re in your room so late at night to begin with. Maybe it’s all a big misunderstanding (they're your teammates, your friends, they wouldn’t do anything to hurt you), but in that moment your gut twists and the only thing you want to do is run and hide.

“L-let me go,” you demand, your breath shaky and weak.

Kita shakes his head as a knock sounds on the door. “Ya brought this on yourself, but… we’ll take care of you. I promise. None of us wanna hurt ya.”

Before you can even begin to comprehend his words he closes the gap between you with a kiss. It’s brief, little more than a peck - sweet under any other circumstances - but when he pulls away his pupils are dilated, his breath just a little unsteady while you’re left shaken and reeling.

He doesn’t say a word when he moves around you to answer the door, and Aran’s grip merely tightens as you start to struggle, tears welling in your eyes and breathless, terrified pleas falling from your lips. “Don’t make this any worse than it has to be,” he murmurs quietly, fingers stroking your side in an attempt to soothe.

A low whistle sounds, followed by a chuckle as one by one, the rest of your team file in and settle themselves around the room.

Oomimi. Akagi. Ginjima. Suna. And the twins last of all, eyeing you up and down with matching smirks. If any of them are surprised to see you shaking and crying in Aran’s arms, they hide it well.

The sickening pit of dread sitting heavy in your stomach tells you otherwise.

“Please,” you whisper tearfully, searching each of their faces for a reprieve you know you won’t get. “Please…”

Once upon a time, those tears might have been enough to move them, but you’ve crossed a line you weren’t even aware had been drawn, and even if you hadn’t, whether you knew it o not, this has been a long time coming.

“Shh shh shh,” Atsumu coos, taking a step towards you. “Don’t cry. You made a mistake, sweetheart. We’re just lettin’ ya fix it.”

“Ya love us, right?” Samu chimes in, mirroring his brother.

“Do anything for us?”

“Yer our manager, right? Aren’t ya supposed to be lookin’ after us? Or didja forget that, on that little date of yours?”

You’re desperately shaking your head, babbling out stuttered apologies for whatever it is you’ve done, whatever it is that’s driven them to act like this, but it hardly makes a difference.

The twins don’t seem interested in your apologies - none of them do.

Aran’s grip relents as they draw closer. He knows as well as you do that there’s no escaping this. Not now.

“Maybe that’s our fault though.”

“For lettin’ ya think you could get away with bein’ a slut when yer clearly ours.”

Your cheeks burn bright with humiliation and fear, and you can’t stop the whimper that leaves your lips. You’ve never wanted to curl up and disappear more.

“Stop teasin’ her, that’s not why we’re here,” Oomimi interjects, and it might’ve filled you with a tiny semblance of relief if, when you glanced his way, he wasn’t slowly stroking the growing bulge in his sweats.

Like a single crack in the dam, that’s all it takes for the flood waters to burst.

Osamu’s lips meet yours, and unlike with Kita, there’s nothing gentle or sweet about it. It’s hungry and demanding, his tongue forcing its way between your lips to try and coax you into playing along. Your dress is ripped, torn by rough, careless hands and discarded like scraps at your feet, and the pretty lace bra you were wearing follows suit. There’s a shuddered gasp and a low groan of appreciation from one of the others (Akagi you think), but Atsumu just grins, his hands finding your shoulders - and suddenly you’re being ripped from Samu and pushed back onto the plush mattress.

“She’s not a fucking ragdoll, asshole,” Suna mutters, shrugging off his own shirt to make his way towards the bed.

But Atsumu’s already on top of you, greedily palming at your tits while his mouth sucks wet, open mouth kisses along the column of your throat.

“Bite me, Rin,” he growls out distractedly.

Coming around to your other side, his twin makes another quip and somebody else laughs, but you can’t focus on any of that when Atsumu starts grinding his hips against you, and you can feel the hard length of his cock dragging along your thighs.

Desperate, wide eyes flit across the room, searching for Kita. You find him leaning against the wall by the window, arms folded loosely over his chest as he watches you struggle, trapped beneath Atsumu.

One word from him, and they’ll stop, you know they will. They’ll listen to their captain.

“Atsumu,” he calls, the barest hint of a warning edging his tone. The blonde groans, stopping his ministrations to glance over at Kita.

Stupid, foolish hope blooms in your chest, only to be brutally snuffed out by the next words that leave his lips-

“Wait yer turn.”

***

It’s Kita who stays after the others have left - sated and pleased, heading back to their own rooms to get some much needed rest before their games tomorrow - his fingers running soothingly through your hair as you sob and whimper pathetically beside him.

“You know we love ya more than anythin’. Osamu’s right, you’re ours, now ya won’t forget it.”

The words are surprisingly soft. Gentle. He means them, and it only serves to make you cry harder.

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goldentsum · 3 years

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— love, you can’t run away from me forever.

PAIRING: soulmate! suna rintarou x reader

GENRE: smut, soulmate au but make it dark

WORDCOUNT: 5.5k

SUMMARY: growing up in a world filled with soulmates was magical but with news about people going crazy and killing people for their “love” made suna repulsive to the idea of soulmates though when you came along, he finally understood why those people did it.

WARNING: dark content, smut, noncon, manipulative tendencies, cussing/cursing, creepy! and delulu! suna, mean! reader, masturbation (male), photos and audio recording taken w/o consent, kidnapping, oral sex (fem receiving), bdsm, sadistic! suna, dom! suna, violence, abuse, blood, suna is a dick, reader who tries to fight back

AUTHOR’S NOTE: another one cus why not! you guys seemed to liked my first dark fic so here’s another one! <3 might be bad idk prob cus of my writing HAHAHHA also, suna just being a creepy and psychopathic aquarius. DO NOT INTERACT/READ IF YOU ARE A MINOR OR DON’T LIKE THIS TYPE OF CONTENT.

REMINDER: this is not love and i do not condone this type of behavior. do not romanticize this, this is fiction and in no way am i telling people this is okay. if you don’t like content like this, please click away or block the tag tw.darkcontent

‘the world is fucked up,’ suna thought, looking at his phone as he saw all types of news about people killing and committing all types of felonies to prove that their love for their soulmates were real.

the stoic male grimaced at one news he came upon when he scrolled up, a young man killed his family and friends because “he doesn’t need anyone else beside his soulmate”. now that was fucked up. suna never thought he'd lose faith in humanity even more with each passing day. it was actually impressive with how fucking stupid and delusional people get when the topic of soulmates come up.

gold eyes narrowed at the inked skin of his wrist. “(l/n) (y/n)” or whoever that is better not mind never having a soulmate because there’s no way in hell suna’s going to be all lovey-dovey and accept the soulmate bullshit.

he thinks that soulmates are a scam. it was a hoax to make people do stupid shit and suna will not tolerate that type of bull. if he’s gonna end up with someone, it’ll be because he likes them not because of ‘fate’ or whatever decided it for him.

he will never conform to society and its standards.

“suna! what’s with the ugly face?” atsumu snickered, plopping down on the seat beside suna making the taller male groan.

“oh fuck off, atsumu. i’m not in the mood for your bullshit”

“when have you ever been in a mood for bullshit?”

suna raised a brow and hummed, “good point”

atsumu shook his head and turned to the counter where his brother was standing behind. “’samu! i want 3 tuna onigiris!”

osamu glared at his brother and scowled, “get it yourself, lazy ass”

“i’m paying you!” atsumu whined like the little brat he is but osamu ignored him and tended to the other customers in his shop. suna groaned at the noise, “for fuck’s sake, tsumu. shut up. your voice is so annoying”

atsumu glared at the man and punched his shoulder, making suna winced and scowled at his former teammate from highschool. the older miya twin huffed and ignored his words, continuing what he was about to say before suna insulted him, “anyway! what i was trying to say earlier was that people around us are finding their soulmates while i’m stuck with you bums! how is that fair?!”

suna groaned, annoyed, at the same old topic of soulmates. “soulmates are overrated. it’s a scam. you’re lucky you haven’t met yours yet if anything.”

the setter scoffed at suna’s old same line of bitterness towards the topic of soulmates, “what’s with you, anyway? what’s with the bitterness towards soulmates?”

“it’s bullshit, is all” suna replied easily, not bothered nor giving a shit. atsumu smirked and threw an arm over the male’s shoulder, “one day, you’ll meet your soulmate and everything’s gonna change.”

“did you just curse me or?”

“I don't know, did i?”

oh for fuck’s sake. atsumu really did cursed him. suna stared in awe, uncharacteristically so, at you while you glared at him. you clicked your tongue when his gaze was still as dazed and lovesick since you two have met.

“fuck off, rintarou! i told you i don’t want any soulmate bullshit!”

suna chuckled with a small blush on his cheeks, “i love it when you call me, rintarou--”

“because that’s your name, stupid! you know what, i’m not even gonna bother. and for the last time, stop following me!” you growled, stomping off to get away from your creep of a soulmate but the man didn’t mind your words. it was quite amusing to him to be honest.

you’re so cute and small and so angry at the world that it’s so endearing to him. with every glare you give him, it sends pleasant shivers down his spine. ah, so this is what it felt to be with your soulmate. it’s addicting. you two could rule the world together if you want to.

“love, you can’t run away from me forever. i’m your soulmate”

you groaned at the persistent male, “i don’t want you as a soulmate! why can’t you understand that?!”

suna stopped following you after your harsh words. you also stopped, your anger subsiding a bit when you realized what you said and all of a sudden, there was a pain in your heart. you cursed at the soulmate bond that was not letting you reject your fate. guilt resurfaced in your gut when you looked at suna who’s staring at the ground, eyes hidden under his bangs.

“r-rintarou?.. look i’m sorry, okay. but i don’t really want any soulmate business in my life-...” you tried to explain but quickly cut your words off when suna started chuckling.

scared and terrified at the creepy laugh and unexpected action, you stepped back and looked at him with wide eyes. suna then looked up at you and smirked, the dark glint in his eyes gave you the creeps, his breath heavy as he panted like a dirty pervert! his eyes were so filled with emotions. lust, obsession, and ‘love’ but you don’t even know if you can call it ‘love’...

“did you feel that? it shows... no matter what you do. we’re connected.”

oh fuck no. this psycho is not worth it. you grimaced at his words and turned back around swiftly, walking faster to get away from him.

“fate will always bring us together, (y/n). the quicker you accept that, the easier life gets” you heard him shouted after you and it only made you quicken your actions, heart beating rapidly at what just happened.

suna smirked at your figure as it grew smaller and smaller. he figured he’d let you go for now. it’s not like you can hide from him. you can try but the ink on your skin will always remind you where you belong and that’s with him.

the tall male looked at his phone, the screen showing a picture of you sleeping. he traced your features through the phone with a loving sigh and quickly stuffed it back to his pocket. he whistled a small tune under his breath on his way back home, his thoughts filled with you.

suna walked inside his apartment, shrugging his shoulders to loosen the tight muscles. he groaned in annoyance when his shoes got stuck on his foot but quickly shook it off. the moment he was in his bedroom, he removed his shirt and plopped down on the bed, opening his phone again.

in his phone, there was a whole album of you. sleeping, eating, at the gym, when you were at the library. suna also opened one of the files in his phone as sounds of you breathing when you were sleeping echoed in the room.

a small moan escaped the phone, suna’s eyes shining slyly at the sound. oh how he wants to hear it in person. he wants to hear every lovely sound you can make. he wants to know everything about you.

what type of weather do you like? do you like cereal at night like him? do you have a special place for cats in your heart like he does? do you hate heat like him? and do you like getting fucked so hard the only thing you can do is scream?

suna sighed at the last thought as rapid images of what you would look like popped in his head. would you look pouty? would you cry? would you be quiet and shy? or would you moan like a bitch in heat?

the familiar twitch in his sweats made suna antsy. a hand drifted to his pants to palm himself through the cloth.

suna massaged his hardening cock through his pants, letting out sighs as he did so. your soft breathing from the phone was making him harder. he imagined you beside him, sleeping. looking so innocent and safe from all the vile things of the world. safe with him.

your plump lips curled into a small pout as your brows furrows while you dream then waking up, needy for him. suna groaned and swiftly tugged his sweats and boxers off him. he spat on his hand, hissing when he started stroking his thick cock. drifting to the sensitive head of his cock, he massaged it with the slick spit as it ooze out pre-cum.

he quickly coated his digits with the precum and slicked his twitching cock with it for the smooth friction he was craving. he panted at the feeling when he tightened his grip on his dick, trying to imagine your tight wet pussy instead.

“s-shit, baby... feels so good’“ he slurred, closing his eyes to focus on the feeling of the tight grip, stroking himself to a slow rhythm. in his mind, he can see your pretty face.

he can imagine you on top of him, rolling your hips slowly to not overstimulate yourself with his large cock inside of you. suna licked his lips, a small smirk appearing on his face as he imagined the cute little noises you made when you tried to fit him in you.

his thick cock hitting so deeply inside you but oh how you like it, you slut. you’d look so gorgeous, moaning on top of him, hands on his chest whilst you ride him.

“r-rintarou” he can hear your lewd voice calling out, your breath getting heavier with each stroke of his cock, dragging in your tight wet walls. your big doe eyes filled with tears as you look down at him, trying to get some help from him to fuck you good already.

he cursed when he felt a familiar band trying to snap in his lower stomach, his hand getting faster. wet slapping sounds echoed in the room along with your soft breathing on his phone. his violent and aggressive movements were getting him closer to his release.

this is how he wants it to be. him fucking you so violently making you cry, hands gripping you tight that your pretty skin would bloom with violets and blue.

he can already see it, how your tongue will roll out your pretty lips whilst you get fucked so hard that all you can do is lay and scream for him, your soulmate. your other half. you belong to him.

“ha-ah-!” suna groaned deeply when his release hit him, thick warm cum hit his clenching abs as the spiraling pleasure made him shiver. his hand pumping his dick fast to ride his orgasm, his chest heaving deep pants. the male gulped down, trying to wet his dry throat as he slowly calmed down. lazy yellow eyes stared up in the white ceiling of his bed.

he needs you. he wants to feel you. he wants to be with you. now.

you sighed as you walked home to your apartment, it has been a week since your crazy soulmate tried to bother you in accepting him and it was making you jumpy. his eyes just showed so much when you last saw him that it made you paranoid with every movement that was happening around you.

you entered your room, exhaling a deep breath of relief as you felt the warm air of your safe home. it was nice to be in your apartment again. no one to bother you. safe from the crazy man that suddenly stopped messing with you.

after shrugging off your coat, you enter your kitchen to get a glass of water. all the overthinking about the mess that fate got you into was making your head hurt. as you greedily gulped down the water to soothe your dry throat, a movement from the dark living room made you choke on it.

“shit” you cursed and looked at the wet floor. you put the glass down and looked at the dark living room, trying to catch any movement. you then quietly went to the knives beside you and grabbed one, walking cautiously through the room. you flickered the lights on, ready to strike if something attacked you, but as the lights went on, you sighed in relief when you saw no one.

you let your hand drop beside you, rolling your eyes at yourself at the paranoia. you cursed the man that did this. now you were overthinking stuff and seeing shadows.

when you were about to turn around, a large hand covered your mouth and tightly gripped your wrist that held the knife, making it clunk to the floor as you screamed but the hand muffled it.

“stop fuckin moving already.. you’re gonna just tire yourself” the familiar voice made your body stiff, your blood went cold. crying against his hand when you felt his lips touch your ear, teeth grazing it.

“you’re so pretty” he cooed, his voice heavy and slow. tears pricked your eyes as you struggled against his hold but the tall man was obviously stronger than you being an athlete. you tried to stomp on his feet but the man nudged you forward with his weight as you two tumbled into the couch.

you can feel the vibration of his chuckle as his chest was against your back. you heard him sigh and a small grind on your ass was enough to make you feel disgusted and dirty.

“i apologize for this next action, (y/n)” suna muttered beside your eyes and he leaned back, quickly turning you around. before you could even scream, pain blossomed on your cheek. your vision turned blurry at the impact, dizzy.

this motherfucker just punched you. you faced him again and spat the blood on his face, your lip busted as well. “f-fuck you!”

suna growled at your actions but quickly smirked, wiping away the bloody spit on his eye while he held you down.

“a tough one~ i like that” he whispered and you could feel a hard nudge on your inner thigh making you grimace. this man was fucked up... he just got hard from punching you and you fighting back-

suna smirking down at you was the last thing you remember then everything went dark.

the room was cold. and your limbs ached with each movement you did. you opened your eyes and panic hit you when you couldn’t see anything. you tried to call out but there was a gag on your mouth.

you cried through the gag, you cursed everything. you hate fate for getting you into this mess. you curse soulmates bonds, you were right. soulmates are a bunch of bullshit. just look at where that ended you up in. most importantly, you hate him. if you can, you’ll kill him on the spot.

the fucking psychopath. your soulmate.

you bit the cloth on your mouth as the binds on your eyes got wet from the tears that escaped from your eyes. your feelings were a mess and all you could feel is anger, shame, and dread.

“oh, you’re awake. that’s good. i thought i hit you harder than i intended to, thank god that you’re okay” you heard the familiar voice that you loathe. you growled through your gag but suna could only laugh at your pathetic attempt of dominance when you’re gagged, blindfolded, and tied to the bed.

“now now, no need for that. we want to get along, don’t we” he muttered, walking closer to you and sat on the bed, beside you.

you flinched when you felt his weight beside you and his hands caressed your cheek. you whimpered at the dull pain when he touches your cheek. this fucker touched where he punched you--

“that looked like it’ll bruise” you growled again at his words. you wanted to scream at him. hit him. make him feel the pain of what he did to you.

your fussing about stopped and you stiffened when you felt him shift on top of you, going in between your legs. you tried to close your legs but his hands were faster than you.

he maneuvered you like a doll he owns, fixing you into a position he liked. suna gazed at your tied-up body, his cock already starting to harden in his pants. he wants to touch you already.

his hand went up and tugged your blindfold as he smiled at your dazed look that changed to a mean one. suna chuckled at your spirit. it was making him excited.

“you’re too cute, love” he muttered, leaning closer to your neck and nuzzled into you, taking in your scent loudly making you flinch in dread.

“you smell so sweet,” he said against your neck, an unconscious shiver running up your body. suna smirked when he felt it and continued to nuzzle his face in your neck. his hands touching and groping your body while you growled through the gag but he barely even paid attention to it, too caught up at the feeling of finally touching you and being with you.

“i wanna taste you~” he whispered lewdly, looking deep into your eyes with a smirk. your eyes widened at his words and mustered up all the strength you had and hit his head against yours.

you were disoriented after it but it was worth it when you heard his curse as he leaned away. your forehead was red you were sure and it’ll bruise with how hard his head was.

“you bitch-!” your moment of victory was cut off when large hands wrapped around your neck, squeezing it. you choked, wriggling around to get away from suna but he leaned all his weight on top of you.

he glared down at you, watching with sick satisfaction when your eyes slowly fluttered close and your struggling gradually ceased. suna can snap your neck right now if he wants to. the power he has over you almost made him drool, his cock twitching excitedly in his pants.

he let your neck go, heart beating fast when he saw finger marks on your neck, the shape of his hands on your skin. he watched you cough and try to inhale air, desperately.

suna then grasped your chin in a tight hold and turned you to face him, making your dazed eyes look up at him, “do that again and i’ll make you bleed.”

he let your chin go harshly and climbed off you, going out of the room. you gulped and intake the precious air, looking at the door with fear and anger.

being with suna was an absolute nightmare. you don’t know how long it has been since the psycho kidnapped you and it was agitating. you fought back but suna liked it because it gave him the excuse to hurt you. you knew this but you just can’t give him the satisfaction he craved of you submitting to him.

your body was slumped into the bed whilst you cried as suna ate you out. his fingers pumping viciously in and out of you, tongue lapping on your swollen clit. he denied you 4 orgasms already and your body was so sensitive from it.

“just fucking accept this already!” suna growled against your pussy, the vibrations sending violent shivers in your body. you writhe and keened, your body in his mercy.

you shook your head, tears streaming down your red and bruised cheeks. your neck was decorated with purple and red, bite marks and fingerprints alike. your wrists red and raw from the rope he used on you constantly.

“n-no!”

suna rolled his eyes at your disobedience but let you be. he knows you’ll be his good girl sooner or later. he just has to try harder, he guesses.

he sucked on your clit messily, tonguing your wetness. his fingers caressing your walls as he hit your g-spot making you arch your back. suna smirked and continued his ministrations, ignoring your pleading to let you cum already.

he felt your walls clenching on his fingers as he stopped altogether making you cry in desperation. suna leaned on his feet, admiring the way your body tried to hump him to get the satisfaction of cumming.

your body is so beautiful. before it was pristine and void of any marks and flaws but now your skin was decorated with purple and red courtesy of his love for you.

“you really wanna do this, (y/n)? you rather be a bad girl than be my precious girl?” suna tried to reason with you, his tone was as if he was talking to a child. you scowled at him, “fuck you, asshole!”

suna’s eyes turned dark at it. one thing he can’t tolerate was you saying such crude and bad words. he raised his hand and slapped you, the force of it made you turn to the side as you gasped at the pain.

blood dripped from your nose. suna then grabbed your cheeks, squeezing. he glared down at you. “when will you learn... and here i thought you were smarter than that”

you cried at the pain of his grip on your face and the sting of his slap was still there as his fingers pressed down to the bruises you had on your face. he shook your head, growling, “what do you say when you do something wrong”

he continued to shake you, your aching limbs hurt at the violent movements. you whimpered and unconsciously replied, “i’m sorry-!”

suna stopped and removed his hands from you. you looked up at him with teary eyes and saw him smiling softly at you. his mood swings were scary. you don’t really know what type of suna you’ll get before it’s too late...

“atta girl...” he muttered and started to remove his pants. you panicked at his actions and tried to move away but the painful slap on your thigh was enough to make you stop.

“now, let me fuck you”

suna grabbed your ankle and pulled you down on the bed further, closer to him. he pumped his cock at the sight of you, so pretty and crying

“rintarou please-! d-don’t!” you cried, feeling so helpless and all your fire from earlier and the past days gone. the dark-haired male grinned at your sobbing and fussing about.

“tsk. be a good girl, (y/n). just accept it.” he leaned closer to you, whispering against your wobbly lips. his dark yellow eyes stared straight into yours, lust swirling around his orbs. your body shook in fear and a small cry leaving your swollen lips.

in one swift movement, suna entered you. he captured your lips, muffling your screams because of him suddenly entering you. the wet squishing noises were triggering your tears. you felt disgusted with yourself that you were enjoying the stretch and the feeling of being filled up by this psycho.

maybe in another world where you two have met differently. a perfect world where things weren’t complicated. if you two worked it out and things were different then maybe you’ve actually loved him and accepted him as your soulmate. but not in this world. not now.

you cried when suna started moving, hitting your g-spot with every thrust. your body arched on the bed, feeling the pleasure. suna panted above you, arms caging you and his muscles contracting with every movement he does.

suna cursed at the feeling, it felt so good. you feel so good. your wet and squishy walls sucking him so eagerly. the lewd sounds of your wetness and his constant thrusting was making him more excited.

he stopped for a moment, pulling out from your pussy to put you in all fours and then entered you again when he moved you the way he likes. suna groaned, fucking deep into you. his tip grazing your cervix making you squeal. you can feel your orgasm coming faster because of the orgasms suna denied you earlier. you sobbed, hips unconsciously thrusting back to his dick.

the male chuckled breathily, sneaking a hand between your legs to play with your swollen clit. you choked on a moan when you felt him massaging your clit. you let your head plop down to the mattress, arms wobbly, and all you could do was moan as your body jerking at the pleasure suna was giving you.

“oh honey, you should see how slutty your body gets when i’m fucking you” he snickered behind you, hips never relenting with his fast and hard thrusts.

you felt tears trail down your bruised cheeks, you don’t know if it’s because of the shame you felt earlier or the pleasure. the fast circles suna gave your clit made you whine and moan as you felt your orgasm wash over you.

you howled at the satisfying feeling of the violent orgasm, finally cumming after the torture of not coming four times earlier. suna smirked at the way your body convulsed beneath him.

the unwavering fucking from behind was sending you to overstimulation and suna’s fingers still rubbed down your sensitive clit. you whined and keened, drool slipping past your lips.

“so fucked out” suna muttered and bent to lean against your back, his dick twitching in your wet walls. he then angled his thrust differently making you gasp.

he leaned back again, staring at your sweaty discolored back, from his bites from the past fun times you two had, and the way you leaned against the pillows as your pretty face contorting into a fucked out expression, so lewd.

a large hand trailed down to the back of your neck, grabbing it and letting you lean against suna’s chest. his hand then wrapped around your dainty neck, squeezing, as he felt the vibrations of your moans.

“pretty baby~”

his other hand gripped your hips, stilling your wiggling around as he fucked into your harder at the newly changed angle. you whimpered at the way his thick cock reached so deep into you.

suna moaned beside your ear, hips slowly losing his rhythm as he chased his own orgasm. his self-control snapping into something greedy and feral. he ignored your cries and fucked you so he can finally cum.

the way he used you wasn’t supposed to feel this good. although he didn’t have any intention to make you feel good, the way his dick stuffed your full and the way his thickness stretched you was made you feel the familiar band in your stomach trying to snap once again.

he unconsciously squeezed your neck, breath heavy, when he felt his orgasm getting closer. he growled, thrusting sloppily in you, the sounds of your wetness echoed in the room along with your broken moans and rasps. you can feel him twitching inside you sending you into another orgasm.

you screamed, body arching against suna. the way your pussy squeezed him and the feeling of you cumming again triggered his own. suna moaned, painting your insides with his cum as he rode his orgasm, ignoring your whining.

he panted, removing his hold on you and letting you hit and slump unto the bed. you whined at the action. suna pulled out of you as he admired the way your pussy was filled with his cum, dripping down to your thighs and down to the sheets. he licked his lips at the sight and leaned closer to you as if he was lured in.

you gasped and cried when you felt his tongue wiggling around your sensitive pussy. you squeezed your eyes close tightly, body shivering at the overstimulation but suna barely paid any attention to you. he only wanted to satisfy his desires.

you gazed at the plain ceiling, dully. the soft breathing of the insane male beside you was making you grimace. he just finished fucking you or what he calls, “soulmate bonding time” but all he did was make you cry.

the sun was up and it was probably noon now but suna normally sleeps in and today was no exception. the phone beside suna’s side on the table started buzzing, circling a little because of the vibration. you heard suna groaned, always the light sleeper. you quickly closed your eyes and hid your face in the covers and pillows.

you felt the male shifting and after a while, he started talking in his annoyingly attractive deep voice. sleep taking a toll in his vocal cords making it all husky. you internally cursed the soulmate bond trying to make you see him in another light or some bullshit like that.

“hey, what’s up?”

you continued to listen to the one-sided conversation as you pretend to be asleep. your heart skipped a beat when you heard suna’s words.

“yeah, come over. i’ll introduce you to her”

your body stiffened but tried to relax. maybe this was your chance to expose him. you have to try something, you can’t keep letting him do these things to you...

a soft sleepy groan, the sound someone makes when they stretch, rung inside the quiet room. the covers shifted a bit and a disgustingly familiar body heat hit your skin as two large hands caressed your skin.

“baby? i’m gonna introduce you to my friends, that’s okay right? it’s time i show off my pretty baby~” you heard him coo. you bit your lip, how can this man act like your relationship with him is normal... you then became painfully aware of the bruises and scars on your body making you self-conscious as you tried to make yourself smaller.

“they’ll see all of these” he whispered sweetly with a dazed look on his eyes as he traced the marks that were in purple-y and reddish hues that it was too nauseating to look at but suna thought it was so beautiful on you.

suna spent all afternoon dolling you up, fixing your short dress that shows every mark he gave you. your eyes looked at your reflection. you teared up at the sight. you didn’t look like yourself anymore...

tired eyes that sagged with dark bags under it. a deep purple bruise on your cheek. your bottom lip was cut from suna’s slap, neck decorated with hickeys and fingerprints, skin discolored.

the man behind you started whistling the godforsaken tune he always sang under his breath as he combed your hair. after fixing your hair, he let his hands down on your shoulders and looked at you through the mirror.

“ain’t you a pretty little thing...” he muttered, admiring you. you let your gaze shift down to your lap as the male carried you to the living room.

“now behave.” his word was final as always. do not question it nor do you go against it. or he’ll hurt you... again and again...

a loud voice cut through the quiet atmosphere in the apartment and impatient knocks was heard. “suna! open the damn door, already!”

the dark-haired male sighed and went to the door. your heart started beating a little too fast. when his guests see you, or your state, you’ll get away from here... or maybe he’ll hurt them too... you shook your head. trying to stay positive so you can get out of this hellhole.

a tall man with golden dyed locks entered the room along with someone who looked similar to him though their hair was different. honey brown eyes lock with your tired ones, you were hopeful when you saw the confusion in his eyes.

the man looked back to suna who stood next to him, you knew you were saved when the two identical men glared at him but then they started talking--

“geez! here i thought you’ll be gentler now that you met your soulmate!”

“suna? gentle? like hell. now where’s the food. you promised me food, suna”

your eyes got teary as you suppressed a gasp. of course, his friends were as insane as he was.

the golden haired male then smiled at you like there was nothing wrong. like he doesn’t see all the fucking bruises on your body, “hey, darlin’~ suna’s been beating you, huh? were you misbehaving~?”

suna growled at the man and shoved him, “shut the fuck up, atsumu” the two started bickering like everything was normal as they ignored you...

you sniffled and turned to the light nudged from your side, you looked at the other male that entered the apartment. the man offered you some pudding as a spoon was hanging from his lips. “you look like you need it, miss” he said, his face unfazed.

you took the pudding with shaking hands and lowered your head as the three men walked around the room, conversing with each other.

maybe, suna’s right... life would be easier if you just accepted him. you were stuck with him now and always and his name on your skin will forever be the reminder of that.

fate has a weird way of pairing people up and you can’t do anything about it.

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