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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.

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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.

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

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

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

♡ Good Game ♡

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

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

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

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

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

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milaisreading · 2 years

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PART 1

Yandere!MSBY 4 x Kageyama Twin!Reader Side couple: Komori Motoya x Reader

Warnings: Yandere behavior, possessive and obsessive behavior. Manga spoilers. Takes place during the Nationals and post timeskip. Minors don't interact!!! I made the reader 176 cm tall here, btw.

Part 2:

"Woohooo! Nice kill,Suna-san!" (Y/n) cheered along with the crowd, trying to be as loud as possible. Due to her busy schedule with Uni, she didn't have a lot of free time to watch Raijin's games in real life, so when she did have those opportunities, she used them to the fullest. Suna and Komori, hearing her familiar voice, turned and sent her a grin, along with Watari, who just waved at her. 'Amazing... They already won the 1st set, and only 5 more points are needed to finish this one!' (Y/n) blushed in excitement as she kept watching her boyfriend's team, not noticing four pairs of eyes watching her every move.

Hinata was having a great day, he really was. He woke up feeling refreshed, went to train with the rest of the MSBY, and later on they drove to Shizuoka City for their match against one of their long time rival team.Everything was ok for the professional player, until he saw the youngest Kageyama walking down the hallway of the gymnasium.Now, Hinata did like and enjoy (Y/n)'s company, he has been in love with her since before they entered Karasuno. And the moment he saw her, he wanted to run up to the taller woman and hug her, confess the feelings he never had the chance to.

But what made him stop was nobody other than Komori run up to her, kissing her cheek as soon as he reached her side.Hinata would have found the display of affection cute, if it wasn't for the fact that it was between (Y/n) and that libero. The rage and bitterness was slowly taking over his body as he watched the unsuspecting couple.

The orange haired man was aware of them dating. Heck it all went down in their final year at Karasuno, and magazines in Japan and even some in Brasil were fawning over how cute they were, once they found this out.No matter what Hinata did, he couldn't escape it, and the sadness he felt over time became something dark. Something twisted...something nobody would dare to call love...well except for him and 3 of his other teammates.

He will forever remember the rage and betrayal he felt when he found out about them.

Hinata remembered the day he met (Y/n) very clearly. It was the day he made a long term frenemy with her brother. He remembered how kind and sweet she was to him when he promised Tobio he would defeat him on court. Hinata was flabbergasted when he found out the tall beauty was not only the king's twin, but also went to the same high school as he did. Ever since he joined the club as the middle blocker, and (Y/n) as their manager, he went above and beyond to prove how good he was. Which pissed her brother off at times, since Hinata would jump at random moments and not watch where the ball would fly. (Y/n) would of course try and calm them both down, so that they can focus back on either training or on a match.

It was during the Nationals in their 1st year that Hinata felt threatened. Sure, he did see other boys from their school and other schools try to approach (Y/n), but their advances were either ignored, or Tobio would shoo them away with a glare. But this time was different, not only did Tobio greet the newcomer so openly, but (Y/n) also was more talkative than she usually was with strangers. That day, Hinata came across the boy who would cause him so much pain and anguish for years to come.

"Hinata, maybe you should slow down with the food? Nobody will steal it from you, and your stomach will hurt." (Y/n) warned the shorter boy, who kept showing the onigiri into his mouth.

"I am really hungry and nervous! I can't help it! This match against Nekoma that is coming up is making me nervous." Hinata whined. (Y/n) smiled softly at the boy and patted his head, causing Hinata to smile at the affection he was receiving.

"You worry too much. Tobio, you and the rest of the team prepared for so long, there is no way you will lose. Believe in yourself a little more." (Y/n) said softly, shortly after returning back to her own food.

Hinata sighed, blushing brightly as he looked at (Y/n), who was concentrating on the Fukurodani match.

'So pretty...'

"Stop doing that." Kageyama commented as he pinched Hinata's cheek, to which the shorter cried out in pain.

"What was that for?!"

"You know exactly, Boke!"

"Bakayama not making sense, like always!"

"Keep it down you two! Everyone is looking!" (Y/n) shushed them, returning back to the match as the two boys sent each other side glances.

"Ahh Kageyama, I knew that was your voice I heard!" Komori said as he approached the trio.

"Yeah sorry, he can be an idiot at times." Tobio commented, pointing at Hinata.

"Hey!"

(Y/n) looked up at the brown aired boy, taken aback by his cute appearance.

"Oh! I am Komori Motoya, libero from the Itachiyama Institute!" The boy said cheerfully to Hinata and (Y/n).

"Komori-san was in the same youth camp like me." Tobio added as (Y/n) nodded her head.

"A libero? And you were at the youth camp, you must be among the best ones in the country then!" (Y/n) spoke up, Komori sending her a grin.

"Well I wouldn't say that, but I try my best. You are Kageyama's twin, (Y/n)? We heard about you from him."

"We?"

"Yeah, my cousin Sakusa, he is our ace, was with us during the camp."

"Oh I see... Wait, Sakusa Kiyoomi, the no 1 ace in the country?!"

Hinata watched with an empty look in his eyes as the duo chatted. This was the first time he witnessed (Y/n) be so open with a stranger, and that Tobio didn't say a word or even glare a the older boy.

Slowly but surely, he came to realize that a rival finally arrived, and it was in the form of this boy, who not even Tobio can dislike.

"You seem to really like this Komori guy." Hinata comments bitterly as Tobio shrugged his shoulders.

"Komori-san is a good guy. He is fine, in my opinion."

The basically direct approval made Hinata nervous, hoping that nothing big or important will come out of this small talk.

In his final Nationals game, Hinata felt on top of the world. They made it to the Nationals for a 3rd time and placed 3rd in the match. The orange haired boy felt like he could move a mountain.

"Hinata you were amazing as always! I am so proud of you 4!"

The said boy grinned brightly as he felt (Y/n)'s arms wrap around him.

"We wouldn't be here without your help, you know." Hinata spoke softly, hugging back, drowning in the scent (Y/n) carried.

'Now is my time...' The boy gulped, letting go of the girl. Over the years she got even more beautiful to him, and he wasn't sure how to speak for a moment.

"Hey uh...(Y/n)..."

"Yes?" She asked.

"You know how we are graduating all in a few months and...well I wanted to say... that...I am-"

Just as Hinata was about to confess, Tobio's voice interrupted him.

"(Y/n), Komori-san is here." Kageyama said boredly from behind Hinata. Quickly looking up, (Y/n) grinned as she saw the older boy approaching them.

"Sorry Hinata, just a second." She said and left the boy's side.

In horror, orange haired boy watched as (Y/n) jumped into the libero's arms, kissing him on the cheek.

"Woah! Well that's one way to be greeted." Komori joked as Hinata, along with Tsukishima and Yamaguchi watched their exchange.

"The two are dating?" The tallest of the three wondered, turning to look at Kageyama.

"Yeah, since summer or so."

"Since summer?!"

While the three were talking, Hinata kept silent, watching as the girl he loved, heck even worshiped was laughing in another guy's arms. His heart broke on that day, but his sanity was in for a long ride.

Since then, Hinata tried, he really did, to get over his feelings for the younger twin. He made sure to work on his volleyball skill, left for Brasil to learn and became a better player. And he thought he got over her, he thought he could be happy for his friend. It was selfish for him to think she dated Komori to hurt his feelings, since he was never clear with them. But, he just couldn't, (Y/n) was the one he loved, wanted and needed. And during his flight back to Japan, he made a promise to himself. He will do anything in his power to get his (Y/n) back. Hinata was more than willing to share with his other 3 teammates, they loved her equally and would keep her safe.

Hinata clenched his fists as he watched Komori and (Y/n) kiss, and Suna tease them both.

'(Y/n)...it should have been me who you said that to...Not HIM!'

Now Bokuto wasn't a smart person when it came to love. His intelligence when it came to studying was average, his game sense was top notch, his social skills were on par with Hinata and Atsumu, but love... that wasn't smth on his plan.

Well, or so he thought till his 3rd year at Fukurodani. Not only did he meet the Karasuno team, people he considered today as close friends or rivals on court, but also her.

(Y/n) was pretty shy back then, and stayed mostly around her brother, Kiyoko, Hinata or Tsukishima, basically anyone from her team... well, she was pretty close to Kenma, but that's besides the point.

In short, Bokuto saw her as a potentially good friend at the time, and he would try to get a few conversations out of her, ignoring the other Kageyama's glares at times.

And the few conversations he had with her were nice, great even. Not only was she nice, but her game and strategy senses were beyond what he would expect from a high school manager. And the more time passed, the more he grew interested. His heart would beat faster, his breath grew shallower and his hands shaking when he felt her watch his games during the Nationals. It was this way even during the qualifications, because he knew she would be watching this game on her TV, she was making Karasuno's strategies, and it was only normal for her to watch the possible rivals. Later on, his sister told him what he felt was love and gave him some advices on how to handle his emotions and confess.

Bokuto listened carefully, and over the years tried to come up with the perfect confession strategy. And just when he built up the needed courage,it all crashed when he saw the haunting scene playing out in front of him.

It all happened during Karasuno's last game at the Nationals, when they placed 3rd with Yamaguchi as their captain. Bokuto was impressed with his skills and how much he grew from the 1st year, as well as the other four. He would grin whenever (Y/n) would yell some encouraging words or warnings at the boys. He loved seeing how well she took care of the younger ones in the team, watching as she calmed some down over the loss. The rest, were more than happy with the results of their hard work.

As everyone was leaving or going to congratulate the players, Bokuto gripped onto the flowers he got for (Y/n). He decided to be nonchalant in his approach, after all, they weren't strangers to each other.

But the college student stopped in his tracks as he watched (Y/n), the girl of his dreams, run into the arms of the familiar Itachiyama libero.

In horror, Bokuto saw how she kissed him on the cheek, saw the love he held for her and overall, the strong relationship they shared.

Bokuto wasn't stupid, he knew what was going on, but he couldn't help his thoughts.

'What is going on?'

Slowly, he turned around and left.

Throwing the flowers into the garbage, he walked home. Ignoring his sister's questioning, Bokuto went into his room and finally let all the tears,he held back fall.

That night, something inside of Bokuto switched, the thought of (Y/n) being with someone caused anger and resentment in his heart. Every time Bokuto saw anything remotely about the couple in the magazines, he would rip those pages apart.

Hurt, anger, envy and his love for the younger girl clouding his mind.

And now,with a successful career as a athlete, with all the money, fame and fans, Bokuto felt like the helpless and heartbroken boy all those years ago as he watched Komori run up to (Y/n) after the last point was made.

Bokuto held his tears back, keeping a neutral as possible way as he watched the (h/c) woman kiss the man.

'Why him? Of all men, why did it have to be him?' Bokuto clenched his fists, opting to follow Meian as he solemnly told them to go and change, clearly upset with the loss of the game.

Atsumu wouldn't consider himself as a jealous person. Competitive? He sure was. With his twin, which was their thing since forever, with rival players during Junior High, and with his newest addition being Kageyama Tobio.

But now, now he for sure can say the gnawing feeling in his chest, and it took everything in him to not go where Komori and (Y/n) were standing, take her in his arms and show the brown haired man who she belonged to. Who could treat her right. And that was him, Atsumu Miya. One of Japan's top athletes.

It was during the time he was supposed to serve. Before that, everyone witnessed the ace of Karasuno being booed by Inarizaki's crowd, causing him to mess up and losing the point.

(Y/n) didn't initially say anything, seeing as the crowd from Karasuno and Kiyoko kept quiet, and she only heard Ukai and Takeda comment about the ordeal.

'They do that to EVERY team?! How is that fair? And Asahi-san looks genuinely upset over this too...' (Y/n) thought, sending a thumbs up at the ace, hoping he won't beat himself up over this.

The girl kept quiet tho, she didn't know how to even respond to this, and her shyness held her back from standing out from the crowd.

But what broke the camel's back, was when it was the Atsumu's turn to serve.

She watched in confusion as he held his fist up, and the whole crowd from Inarizaki grew quiet.

"They shut up?" (Y/n) questioned, catching Ukai's attention.

"Yeah, I heard of this anomaly from them. They will boo the opponents, but will be quiet as a mouse when it's their team's turn. Something about them needing to concentrate." Ukai explained, causing rage to grow in the girl as she watched the setter score a point.

The same was about to repeat itself, but (Y/n) wasn't going to let that happen. They all, especially the boys worked too hard to get here, and she won't let foul play stop their journey at the 2nd match.

Taking a deep breath, and with adrenaline pumping high, (Y/n) got up from her seat, causing Kiyoko to look up in surprise.

"(Y/n)-"

"WHAT SORT OF FAVORITISM IS THIS?!"

Kiyoko jumped up, just like Takeda, to calm the girl down, but Ukai stopped them both from doing so.

Karasuno looked at their usually quiet manager in shock, never seeing her raise her voice before or glare.

Tobio looked at his twin, then at Inarizaki, being on the lookout if something happens.

Atsumu stopped in his tracks, sending a dirty look towards the girl as she interrupted him.

"(Y/n), calm down-"

"I will not calm down! Otherwise they will treat you guys this way for the rest of the game!" The younger interrupted Daichi, glaring at the referees.

"This can't be called fairness in any way! They are booing our players and causing them to mess up! Who can possibly concentrate when all the cheers are drowned out by them?! Inarizaki is not in any shape of form above us on this court for you to let this slide!"

Taking a deep breath, (Y/n) turned to look at her team, face red, but the same angry look in her eyes was present, scaring the team a little.

"And you guys better get it together! I know we are all nervous, but you all trained for too long to let some cowards run this show! You played against Ushijima of all people, so get it together! You can do just as good against Mustard hair and Co!Please, Karasuno has your back... right?" (Y/n) finished, sounding a little softer as she turned to look at the cheer squad.

Ukai looked af his friends, who quickly got out of their shocked state, and nodded their heads fast.

"OF COURE! WE ALL GOT YOUR BACKS!"

"DON'T LET THEM FASE YOU GUYS! WE KNOW YOU CAN DO IT!!"

(Y/n) smiled thankfully at the two men, then looked back at the court, sending a thumbs up and nervous smile at her team.

"You got this. Show them what Karasuno is made of."

Daichi's shocked expression softened and he nodded his head, turning back to his teammates.

"Alright. Let's do this,swift!"

"Sure thing, Daichi-san!"

"Oi Boke, stop making googly eyes at my sister and focus on the game." Tobio commented, causing the orange haired boy to look away from the flustered twin, and glare at the setter.

"Shut! I wasn't! Let's finish this and move on to the next game!"

"Are you doing alright? Your face is quite red." Sugawara asked, giving the girl a unused water bottle. (Y/n) took it and nodded her head, the realization of what just happened finally hit her.

"Y-yeah... I don't know what came over me to be honest."

"Well whatever it was, it sure helped us. The boys seem more determinated now." Ukai commented with a satisfied smile as the game resumed, with Karasuno's cheer squad now louder than ever.

"Good job, (Y/n)! But now let's sit down and watch the game." Kiyoko said, guiding the girl to the bench.

"Yes! This will all end well, I trust them to win." (Y/n) cheered smiling as she watched Tanaka score a point.

The whole time, as she cheered and assisted Kiyoko during breaks, Atsumu kept glaring at her.

'Stupid squealing pig, not only did I mess up my serve, but now Karasuno won't stop cheering when we serve...'

Atsumu took a sip from his water bottle, and looked over at Osamu and Suna, who were chit-chating quietly.

"What are you two planning now?" Kita questioned.

"You know... Karasuno's manager had a point."

"Which is?" Omimi asked, Aran already knowing what this might be about.

"Tsumu's hair looks like mustard. Not even the good quality one at that."

"SAMU YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" Atsumu yelled as the third years tried to stop the fight.

"What is going on over there?" (Y/n) rose an eyebrow as she handed Hinata his water bottle.

"Who know..."

The game ended with Karasuno taking the win, everyone cheered loudly in happiness and relief. The game was tiring for everyone, and seeing it end was sweet for some and saddening for the others.

"What?" Tobio grumbled as he noticed Atsumu glaring at him, clearly disappointed with the outcome.

"Ya know, I honestly underestimated you, scrub. Thought you were some goody-two shoes, but you are up for dirty tactics."

"What is he even talking about?" Hinata questioned, confused with the whole interaction.

"Doesn't matter, but Shoyo-kun." The orange haired boy looked up at the loud blonde.

"One day, I will be the one setting for you, but until then, I will defeat you at the Interhigh and make sure to outdo you in your own tricks."

Atsumu was about to turn around and leave, only for Hinata's question to stop him.

"How is he going to do that, when (Y/n) came up with those?"

"Hm? Who?" Atsumu questioned, causing the two boys to look at him.

"(Y/n), she is our manager and mostly works with the two of us-"

"Tobio! Hinata! You two were amazing!"

Hinata's explaining got interrupted by the said girl cheering and jumping to hug them both, causing them nearly to fall over.

Atsumu looked at the scene in front of him, glaring harder as he noticed it was the same girl who yelled at him during his serve.

"I am so proud of you two! That was amazing, especially the final point!"

(Y/n) cheered as she let go of the two. Hinata blushed a little from all the praise, but kept his cool. Tobio, seeing how silent Atsumu was, turned to look at him.

"Is there something else you wanted?"

Atsumu snorted and shook his head. The other two looked at him now as well, wondering what he wanted to say.

"No. Just mark my words, during the next match, I will make sure you regret for underestimating my team."

Atsumu pointed at (Y/n), before he eventually turned around and left.

"He is weird..."

(Y/n) said, holding Hinata back, who tried to attack Atsumu over pointing at her.

"Weird, yes. But an awfully good player."

Her twin said back.

A year later, at the Nationals the story was a little different. Atsumu kept on grinning as he watched the defeated Karasuno team packing. He felt elated, nearly satisfied with showing Tobio and Shoyo who the better setter, the better team was.

But his satisfaction wasn't to the fullest without seeing the loud mouthed manager crying.

"Atsumu, where are you going?" Ginjima asked as he watched the captain walk towards the exit door.

"I need to use the bathroom." He simply answered.

"More like going off to see if the Karasuno manager from last year is upset." Osamu commented as Suna snickers.

"Still holding a grudge? You are pretty childish, Atsumu."

"Shut up! You won't understand!"

The trio watched the blonde walk off, a little concerned over the younger girl.

"Atsumu seems... a little obsessed with her, don't you think?"

Ginjima wondered, looking over at Osamu.

"More like seeing her upset above anything. He just won't shut up."

'Where is that squealing nonsense-'

"Yeah, the game was quite tense and really everyone was playing well...No, we are leaving tomorrow, Ukai-sensei said we will have dinner tonight and leave tomorrow during noon. Yeah, we asked to watch Nekoma's match before leaving." Atsumu grinned as he heard the girl talk behind the corner.

He waited behind the wall, hoping to hear her cry or whimper during the phone call.

"Hmm? Our opponents were from Inarizaki tonight, man they came a lot stronger this year. Guess the loss last year hurt their ego a little." (Y/n) chuckled.

'Why...why is she joking and not crying?!'

"Huh? I am a little bit upset, but nothing major. In volleyball you win or lose, and that's fine. Besides, I was pretty impressed with how well the Inarizaki team played this year, it was nice seeing them not relay on their cheer squad..."

Atsumu had about enough at that point, ready to make his presence clear and yell at her.

"Their twins tho...they were quite something. Yeah, the gray haired Miya had some nice strikes, and as much as that blonde one annoys me, I have to admit he is a good player. I can see why he is one of the best setters in the nation."

Atsumu stopped in his tracks and looked at the girl in shock, face slowly turning red from her words. Well, more like how she was saying it, with absolutely no malice or envy. Just pure honesty.

"Yeah I will tell Tobio that, see ya tomorrow!"

The blonde shook his head as (Y/n) walked back to the court, but stopped when she noticed Atsumu standing in front of her.

"Did you need something?" The girl wondered. When she didn't get an answer, she shrugged her shoulders, walking off to her destination,only to be interrupted by Atsumu.

"You aren't upset? On the verge of crying? Your team lost."

"Hmmm... I am upset, but not to that extent. Besides, volleyball is meant to be enjoyed, at leat to me. You take this too seriously, and it doesn't seem healthy for you. There is more to the game, ya know!" (Y/n) said, looking at the older in boredom for one last time, before going back to her previous attempts to get back to her team.

Atsumu watched her silently as his face grew warmer and warmer. The indifference when she talked about the loss was disappointing, but also... refreshing?

He was used to seeing his opponents pissed, distraught or straight up crying, this was something new. Something he was willing to change.

Atsumu wanted to see her...break, be distraught and look at him in awe while crying.

He liked that thought, but for now he will have to work harder for that to happen.

Atsumu smirked and took his phone out, looking at some of the pictures he made Suna find for him.

'Just like that Goody-two shoes of her brother...absolutely no social media or posts. Well, better for me. At least I know that no unknown guys can see her.'

Atsumu wasn't jealous in the past, but now... ever since Suna told him (Y/n) was dating Komori, jealousy was his closest friend. He waited, hoped that the libero would slip up eventually, look at a woman long enough for paparazzi to see, but nothing. The man was fully loyal and devoted to (Y/n), and the she to him. It pissed him off, but also made him fawn over how cute she is by playing the loyal girlfriend.

'I will find a way to break you two up. No relationship is perfect and then... then she will be all mine. As it should have been a long time ago.'

Sakusa wasn't much of a people person, well for loud people like Atsumu and Bokuto maybe, but he did have his fair share of friends, his cousin Komori being one of them.

Love wasn't something he was looking for, nor was he interested in it much. He had volleyball and his studies, and that was enough for him.

Well, until his 2nd year at the Nationals.

He heard of (Y/n) from her brother at the youth camp, thanks to Komori's shenanigans.

Back then he didn't know that the same exact girl would cause him so many sleepless nights and resentment for someone.

Sakusa thought over the past as he glared at his cousinp, who was chatting away with with Suna over God knows what.

'He should be with (Y/n)...protect her and make sure she doesn't get sick. What kind of a boyfriend is he?'

Sakusa's stone cold eyes then turned to gaze at (Y/n), who was talking with a woman he came to know as her older sister. Probably decided to accompany her, he guessed.

His first impression of Tobio wasn't much, a very skilled player who seemed to mostly mind his business. Nothing unusual or special. He wanted to know just one thing, and that was how a no name school like Karasuno, won against Ushijima.

But he could sadly not get a word of interest out of the raven haired boy, only that Ushijima was on top of his game that day, and so was Karasuno.

Komori, being a little uncomfortable with the situation his cousin caused, jumped in and defused the situation.

Sakusa honestly would have gladly stayed away from the setter after, but Komori wasn't having the same idea.

So now he was forced to eat lunch with Komori, Tobio and Chigaya, a middle blocker from Shinzen.

While him and Tobio stayed quiet for the most part, Chigaya and Komori kept on talking about anything that came to their minds.

"Kageyama, you have been a lot on your phone. A secret lover or something?" Komori teased, causing the said boy to quickly look up from his device.

"Huh? I didn't know you were dating." Chigaya commented, surprised by Komori's words, meanwhile Sakusa kept quiet as he ate his lunch.

"No...this is just my sister texting me. She usually does that when going home alone."

"Ah (Y/n)? How is she doing? I am surprised they didn't invite her as a manager."

Chigaya commented, remembering the younger twin from the Tokyo training camp.

"Sister?" Komori wondered as Sakusa looked over at the two.

"Yeah, she is my younger twin and one of Karasuno's managers. I need to call her, sorry." Tobio quickly got up from his seat and went to the hallway.

"I didn't take Kageyama to have a twin, he seems kind of a loner." Komori commented.

"Really? Didn't look like that back with Karasuno. But yeah, she is also really nice, helped out our manager as often as she could. But is pretty quiet." Chigaya said, recalling the memory of the girl.

"So pretty much a copy of Kageyama, except the nice part." Sakusa suddenly said, surprising the libero and middle blocker.

"Well... I guess. The two are both passionate about volleyball, I can say that. While he is more involved in the play on court, (Y/n) manages the tactics and tricks to confuse the other players. As far as I can remember,she came up with some of the tactics used on the court with Shiratorizawa."

That part caught Sakusa's attention, thinking that maybe he is finally on the right track on figuring out what made Karasuno so resilient against the elite school.

'I will have to watch some of their other matches...seems like there was a miracle force from outside, working for them.'

Sakusa thought, watching Kageyama approach their table.

"Ahh...I made a mistake of calling Kageyama over..." Komori commented as he watches his cousin glare at the said setter.

With all the teams arriving at Tokyo's Metropolitan Gymnasium,he did expect Kageyama to show up sooner or later, but not when Sakusa was already in a foul mood.

"Tobio, we need to go. Daichi-san will get upset if we make them wait for too long."

A girl's voice was heard from behind the libero, and he turned around to look at a fairly tall girl, clad in Karasuno's black tracksuit.

Komori blushed a little, finding the girl quite cute, not noticing

"Huh? Oh yeah, sorry (Y/n)." Tobio sounded, turning to look at his sister, who looked nervous with Komori's and now Sakusa's staring as well.

"Well anyways, good luck with your games today."

Tobio said his goodbye and followed his sister to where the rest of Karasuno were.

Sakusa kept looking at (Y/n) retreating figure, his heart beating a little faster than usually.

'So that's the person behind all of those tricks...' The black haired boy thought, then turning his attention to Komori.

The boy, to Sakusa's surprise and disdain, kept on looking at (Y/n)'s figure with a red face.

"What's with that look?"The ace grumbled.

"Kiyoomi...she is beautiful."

'She sure is...' Sakusa thought as he shrugged his shoulders, not liking the way his libero cousin talked about her.

'I need to know more about her!'

And a sure lot he did find out thanks to some of his connections with Fukurodani and Nekoma. The more he found out about her, the more some type of weird and unhealthy love grew in his heart.

Sakusa would do his best to attend as many games Karasuno had after the Nationals. Watchin (Y/n) grow from a shy girl who barely spoke, unless spoken to, into a girl not afraid to speak her mind when needed. While he was displeased with all the boys giving her attention, especially the orange haired boy, he will deal with it soon enough.

Sakusa had already a whole plan set, first he would get to know her, become friends, and he will slowly start isolating her from everyone. Then she will be his, and his only. But one thing he didn't take into account, was her getting close to Komori during the Nationals in their 3rd year, exchanging phone numbers when he wasn't paying attention. And with them both seeing each other less, he was less aware of the little meetings they would have, where Komori would either travel to Miyagi,or (Y/n) to Tokyo.

It was during the last match Karasuno had with his former school. They became a lot stronger, and placed 3rd this year. And while everyone was cheering for the players, Sakusa was watching (Y/n) congratulate her friends and calming the two younger managers down.

It was cute, she reminded him lot of a mother.

'How may kids could we have...maybe 5? That sounds like a good number, she will be so cute carrying my kids.' Sakusa sighed.

Komori looked over at his cousin, and with a heavy heart finally spoke up.

"You like (Y/n), don't you?"

The black haired college student jumped up at the statement and looked at his cousin, not saying a single word.

"Thought so..." Komori grumbled as Sakusa rolled his eyes.

"And if I am? What does it mean to you?"

There was a pregnant pause, and Sakusa stared at his cousin, who was clenching his fists,before he slowly looked up. And the look in Komori's eyes said everything he needed to know.

"Motoya-"

"(Y/n)...she and I have been going out for the past 6 months. And I am serious about her, I want to spend the rest of my life with this girl."

Sakusa felt his world shatter as he listened to Komori's words. His sweet, beautiful (Y/n)... going out with a germ like Komori?! He saw red, but kept his calm.

Komori got up as the people slowly walked away from the area, nobody paying much attention to them.

"With this, I am not asking for your forgiveness or anything, just... Have some respect and move on. One day, you will find someone who will love you...but (Y/n) is mine, got it?"

Sakusa clenched his fists as he finally spoke up.

"Why...why (Y/n)? You couldn't have picked anyone else?"

"I didn't realize your feelings for her till a month or two ago. The way you would bring her up from time to time and... the look you had on your face when she would show up for a second on the TV..." Komori sighed and looked down at (Y/n) again, his glare turning into a soft smile.

"I can understand why you like her, who wouldn't, but it has to stop. I want to bring her over to meet aunt and uncle one day. She is my dream girl."

Komori finished his speech and walked down the stairs to where (Y/n) was.

Sakusa, heartbroken and enraged watched as (Y/n) jumped into the Itachiyama alumni's arms, kissing him on the cheek.

Punching the seat in front of him, the black haired boy got up and walked into the closest washroom.

Since that day, Sakusa was just counting the days a slip up or a crack in the relationship would show, but nothing of those sorts happened. Eventually, Komori introduced (Y/n) to his and Sakusa's parents, the day that happened was his darkest one. She looked so angelic and... ethereal really, Sakusa wanted to yell how much he loved her and how much he deserved to be with her, but he needed to keep his calm. He needed to earn (Y/n)'s trust, because one day something might come up, and he will be there to hold her.

'Motoya...' Sakusa growled as all four glared at his form leading (Y/n) away from them.

"What's so special about your cousin,Omi? What could he possibly have that I don't?" Atsumu growled as they waited for their team to change.

Sakusa shrugged his shoulders, not having an answer either. There was nothing special about Motoya! Sure, he was a professional athlete, but so was he! A even better and more recognized one, so how (Y/n) could pick his annoying cousin was beyond him.

Bokuto kept quiet, the sight of (Y/n) and the libero kissing just killed his already bad mood, and now he just wanted to sit somewhere and cry.

"We need to do something!" Hinata spoke up, all the pent up jealousy, anger and lovesickness, that he built up over the years was killing him.

"And what would that be?" Sakusa wondered.

"Anything! Listen, there is no say if Komori will propose to (Y/n), all those gossip magazines and be himself keep hinting to it! We need to make him loom bad in (Y/n)'s eyes or else..."

Hinata shuddered at the thought of the love of his life marrying someone else.

Atsumu got up from the bench, smirking as an idea finally hit him.

"And I have the perfect plan. Omi, you and your cousin will have a nice long night out." Atsumu giggled as Sakusa looked at the setter in worry, but at this point he'd do anything to break those two up.

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Thanks for reading,part 2 will be up in a few days! Have a great day/night!

#yandere haikyuu #yandere hq #yandere msby #yandere sakusa x reader #yandere atsumu #yandere bokuto #yandere hinata #yandere shoyo #sakusa kiyoomi #atsumu miya #bokuto koutarou #hinata shoyo #haikyuu kageyama #komori motoya #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu dark content #yandere

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kurukosmochas · 2 years

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⋆Fan fiction rec

⋆Demon Slayer/Kny

Kyojuro x reader } named iii #18+

Various Demon Slayer characters x reader #beyond 18+

Kyojuro x reader } named Implications/ours #angst/comfort

Kyojuro x reader } named I want to see you, want to watch you come #18++++

Kyojuro x reader } named Teacher Rengoku x tutor Y/n #first part is fluff second part is 18+

Kyojuro x reader } named Argument #hinted smut

Tengen x reader } named Little Runaway #18++(There’s a male ver too!)

Tengen x reader } named Taking Turns #18+

Tengen x reader } named Heathen Chemistry #18++

Tengen x reader + the 3 wives } named Pregnant reader x yan! Tengen + wives #fluffy, reader has a bit of Stockholm syndrome

Tengen x reader } named Tengen Uzui x fem!reader #reader is pregnant from previous toxic relationship

[All the fic rec for Kny at the moment]

⋆Haikyuu!!

Various Haikyuu characters x reader } called It’s getting hot in here #hinted smut, but nothing to bad

Various Haikyuu characters x reader } called Calling them pretty #fluff and humor stuff <3

Kuroo x reader } called Homecoming #18+++

Suna x reader } called best friend!Suna x gn!reader #fluff n stuff

Suna x reader } called Cock-warming #18+

Various Haikyuu boys x reader } them overstimulating you #18++

[All the fic rec for HQ at the moment]

⋆My Hero Academia

Monoma x reader } called Yandere Monoma x reader #18+

Bakugo x Kirishima x reader } called Faking it #18+

Various anime characters&Mha characters x reader } Soulmates hc #fluff

Bakugo x reader } how to love drabble #fluffyyy 🤍

Todaroki x reader } called Hidden #fluff

Bakugo x reader } called Princess #slight angst between parent and child?

[All the fic rec for Mha at the moment]

⋆Attack On Titan

Levi x reader } called Six Things #18+

Levi x reader } called Starting a family #fluff🧸

Eren x reader } called Leave your boyfriend #18++

Various Aot boys x reader } 18+++

[All fic rec for Aot at the moment]

A/N} Sooo I will most likely add one, or a few recommendations a day, and prob add other anime’s to the fic rec list <3 ˚ ༘♡ ·˚ˑ༄

#Rengoku x reader #tengen x reader #Rengoku x reader smut #tengen smut #suna x reader #kuroo x reader #todoroki x reader #monoma x reader #bakugo x reader #levi x reader #eren x reader #y/n #anime #Anime smut #anime fluff

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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

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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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haikyuu guys give you pills to get your libido high without you realizing it, they just love to see you begging for their dick

Hey, I was gonna do a yandere fic but you never specified who so I did this, hopefully you send another ask because I actually think I could do a good fic with the idea of libido’s - ty for the ask.

- ash

tw : drug usage, oral, mentions of anal, sex tape, fingering, vouyerism, punishment, manipulation, sadism, probs more 18+

NSFW 18+

wc : 0.5k

He lives for how you just drop down to your knees as soon as he walks in, fingers clawing at his pants and when his cock springs at your face you don’t waste any time taking it all in your mouth.

‘Tastes so good daddy…missed you’ you moan on his cock, rubbing the heel of your foot into your dripping wet pussy. Nearing the tip of your climax but that wasn’t enough, you needed him, even just a taste of him would send you into a frenzy

Hand wrapped in your hair as he drags you on and off his cock, your makeup smudged and legs trembling and he hasn’t even touched you yet.

‘Fuck- ah- what’s got you in such a rush…’ he asks, pulling you off and staring down at you. The pout on your lip showing everything he needs to see, his plan miraculously worked and now he knows he can fuck you how he wants, where he wants, when he wants.

‘Please, need more daddy…’ you whine, cupping his balls in your hand as you rub your tongue on his flushed tip, drinking up all the precum you can get, feeling the way your cum is dripping down your thighs and latching onto your skin.

He knows you’ve been touching yourself, been fucking yourself to those videos you both made, the ones where he slowly pulls you on and off his girth, cock rubbing between the slit of your ass as he pushes deep into you, a loud whine escaping your lips. The ones where he’s got you held up in a harsh position, slamming deep into your core marking you as his.

‘F-fuck you know what I say about touching yourself’ voice raised he lifts you up, moving to seat on the couch and bend you over his lap, fingers curling right by your sensitive pussy. Soft moans escaping your sore lips from just the feeling of him near you.

‘I had to- I- I’m sorry…’ your tone bubbles, tears dripping down your cheek from how sore you were, how badly you needed to touch yourself to just the idea of him. To how nobody could ever fuck him like he could.

And that’s what he loves, he loves when you whine and cry for him like this, spreading your own pussy apart with your used fingers, letting him see how you touch yourself for him. Letting him watch your orgasm come over yourself as you beg and whine for his cock, the one you need inside you, the one you plead for so bad but won’t get because you’ve been such a bad girl.

He just loves his little pet.

- Kuroo, Matsukawa, Iwaizumi, Oikawa, Suna, Meian, Osamu, Daichi, Sakusa, Atsumu, Kita (?), Akaashi, Kenma, Ukai jr…

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inactiveanimeblog · 2 years

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uses your shirt as a cum rag then kicks you out of his house.

“well can i atleast borrow a shirt so i don’t walk home covered in cum?? :(“

“no. get out.”

OIKAWA, mattsun, SEMI, osamu, atsumu, kuroo, tendou, sasuka, suna, geto, GOJO, megumi, SASUKE, shikamaru, deidara, HIDAN

#naruto x reader #naruto smut #uchiha x reader #oikawa x reader #mattsun x reader #suna x reader #semi x reader #deidara x reader #hidan x reader #sasuke x reader #haikyuu smut #yandere #gojo x y/n #geto x reader #megumi drabble #headcanons #jjk x reader #osamu x reader #atsumu smut

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xobabyalina · 3 years

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Captured

Tw: Implied Noncon/rape, dacryphilia, size kink, Breeding(noncon), farmer kita/farmer reader, kidnapping, sexism, misogyny, drugging, virginity loss, no prep, spanking(1 on the face 1 on the thigh)

Synopsis: You had a great life—not so much anymore, when Kita Shinsuke decided you would be his permanent housewife; even if you didn’t agree with it.

Word count: 2.9k

A/N: Thank you for 300 followers!!❤️❤️ still can’t believe that we reached 300!

Your life was amazing. You had your own farm house, you had an amazing farm and you were fairly wealthy for a woman around the countryside. Though your neighbor Kita Shinsuke had the one of the best farms you’d ever seen. To add on to his good fortune he was also extremely good looking, sharp features and soft multi colored hair. He was a masterpiece.

You, yourself have a massive crush on him, your stomach fills with butterflies every time you see him. When you're in your room alone, every time you think about his fingers stuffing your cunt instead of yours. Every girl that knew about Kita would want him. They would mostly likely kill just to have him look at them.

Kita was a quiet but caring person. You only knew that when had invited you to look at his farm, looking around his farm was mesmerizing until you cut your leg on a thorn Bush accidentally and Kita was already running towards you in seconds.

Kita was astonished by your work. He was amazed at how much effort you had put into your farm especially since women with a face of beauty like you should only be used for breeding. Annoyance also was in the back of his mind. A woman shouldn’t have such great success.

A woman should be inside a house cooking and cleaning for her husband and children. What was most obnoxious was when you came in second place in the farmland contest and only 500 acres of Kita's farm. If Kita had calculated correctly, that maybe in a year you would be in first place and would be a money making machine. But that couldn’t happen, a woman can not beat him.

How much shame he would have to endure if that tragedy ever did happen. He had to think of something and think of it fast.

Kita was in his car driving down the road for a mile or so until he reached your home. He had his rope blindfold and other items that would aid him in his adventure. He got out of his car and walked around to your front door only to notice the door was opened. Your so stupid not noticing you left your door unlocked, maybe you were watering flowers on your porch? Who knows then again who really cares anyway?

He walked in and saw the inside of your home. What a shame you wouldn’t be living in this beautiful place for much longer. He walked up the creaky stairs quietly. He looked through every door only to find you in your bed sleeping.

He moved quietly and quickly. He grabbed a cloth from his pocket and put some chemicals on it then brought it up to your face. Your unconscious body moved and your head shook from left to right until you were completely passed out.

Bringing you to his home was a struggle.

Though it didn’t matter not anymore when you were tied up in his basement on a dirty mattress naked. You woke up with a massive headache, you tried to hold your head only to realize you were chained to a pole. Your mind didn’t register that you were completely and utterly bare, not when a bright light came on and you had to squint your eyes.

“W-who are you?” You questioned not recognizing anything when it was so blurry. “Kita” he answered while grabbing your chin and looking at your face if you had any bruises. Your vision was getting better.

Your mind was getting less hazy and when you finally realized what was going on it was too late. “I want you to become my housewife.” Kita said it as more of a statement than rather anything else. “N-no, I don’t w-want to” You said, trying move backwards but you could only move so much until your chains didn’t let you go anywhere else.

“It wasn't a question. A woman with a beautifully sculpted face like yours shouldn’t be working on a farm, you should be working for your husband and future kids” Kita mentioned while pushing your hair behind your ear. You flinched at his movements.

“I won’t hurt you. Just don’t disobey me.” He said while pushing your shoulders down so you were laying flat on the mattress. He moved so he could hover over you. He brought one of his hands and rubbed your clit with it.

“N-no, please don’t. No one’s ever t-touched it.” You said while trying to move your hips away. Only for Kita to hold your hips down. “It’s ok, it won’t hurt.” Kita uttered. He quickly took his pants off and brought his already throbbing cock to your unused cunt.

You’ve never felt something so big near your untouched hole. You would be lying if you didn’t say you were scared. “S-stop please” You begged. You tried to kick your legs but it only brought you a harsh smack to your face. “S-stop” Kita stuttered, mocking you. “Just shut the fuck up. It’ll end quicker if you stop wasting time” Kita said in annoyance.

He pushed the head of his cock inside and you could already feel the burn. Tears were prickling at the corner of your eyes. Kita thrusted his whole cock in. The force and the sheer girth of his cock made you cry out and scream until his hand came over your mouth. “I would’ve gone slow but I couldn’t wait anymore, not when you were wasting such precious time.” Kita managed to groan out.

All you could do was kick and cry. You tried closing your legs but Kita was faster and brought them to your chest. He slapped your thigh this time as a warning to stop your behavior. His hips stuttered and he could feel that he was close. He moved his hips faster until he came to a stop and his cum spurted out into your cunt.

“See that wasn’t so bad” He said while patting your cheek.

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gingersnaaps · 3 years

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here's a thirst 4 u bc now you've got me thinking

neglect play :) I mean there are so many possibilities like akaashi or suna but the idea of being almost completely ignored but also expected to be completely dedicated to serving him >>>

tearing up while you ride him bc he won't look up from his phone, just hoping he'll tell you did a good job but he seems annoyed when you start talking too much

he almost looks disgusted by your desperation while you lick at his still-clothed cock (even though it's an expectation at this point -- your attention should always be on him)

he's got you wrapped around his finger <3

okay i was saving this ask for a while but i don’t think i can resist any longer. as always, kat, i’m in debt to your brain

tw/tags: n*fw, humiliation/degradation, neglect play, fem!reader, feat. suna rintarou

everything nasty below the cut

i don’t want minors interacting with my content

the most embarrassing part about the way suna ignores you? it’s how wet you get. when you’re humping his thigh, he can feel how soaked your panties are as they drag against his skin - you’re drooling between the legs, sweetheart.

and he’s not even looking at you.

his disinterested gaze is on the small, brightly lit phone screen in his hands. he’s watching a youtube compilation of EJP raijin’s plays over this past season.

“r- rin,” you whine, fisting your fingers in his shirt as pleasure pulses in your cunt. “gonna cum soon.”

he frowns at the feeling of your slick oozing all over him, the rapid, pounding heartbeat in your twitching pussy thudding against his thigh. it’s revolting how base your desires are, how filthy, how easily you turn into a bitch in heat.

he shoves you onto the floor, and you spasm and shudder as an orgasm wracks your body. you‘re convulsing on the floor - do you even have any sense of self-respect left? you’re so fucking eager all the time, so desperate to get off, pussy dripping every time he bothers to use you as a cumdump. it’s honestly pathetic.

he goes back to watching his youtube compilation. there’s a part coming up that shows off one of his most impressive blocks yet.

at the edge of his vision, he faintly registers you crawling up off the floor and tugging weakly at his pants. is that your mouth against his clothed cock? he can’t tell. he doesn’t really care.

“please, rin,” you sob quietly. “please.”

he drags you off of him, hands roughly grabbing at your hair. you wriggle in his grasp.

“please let me suck your cock.”

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #hq smut #suna smut #suna x reader #suna rintarou #hq x reader #suna x y/n #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu #hq #haikyuu imagines #suna imagines #yandere haikyuu #sorta? it could be #tw.humiliation #tw.degradation #lin.thirsts

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orangepurin45 · 3 years

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𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 - 𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮 𝐗 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐢-𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ..𝐏.𝐓 1

Summary: Miya Atsumu the one you've been crushing on purposely bring your life a living hell but on the present day, things we'll get reversed as it seems before. And you were delighted by it...

Warning: Humiliation, mentions of mental disorder, mentions of harassment, past trauma (School-Bullying), mass murder, guns & drugs, and disturbing behavior, suggestive , explosion

Flashback

"Miya-san, I love you!"

"Tsk... Why would like someone as PIG as you are!?"

You flinched as you slowly rose and look at his honey darken orbs, staring disgustingly at you.

"B-because... Um... um uh-...."

He was smirking, and leans down at the exact eye level as you are.

"B-B-BECAUSE UM UH!? Yer funny! how about yer get the fuck outta ma' business or else somethin' might happen unpleasantly "

He smiled and turned away about to head home, your back of your head burns then tears came up and falls down to your chin then the concrete.

He could've just let you down easily...

He could've! But what he did was the hard way... And you couldn't take those words lightly.

But Although, wiping your eyes using your jacket sleeves. Your eyes glare at his retreating figure, seeing how his ego overflowing with such confidence and passion from volleyball.

"Soon... You'll regret what you've done for you to say such things aren't necessary, Miya-san"

In many effort of you confession and this is the 15th time. Plus after this he make fun of you ,dump you some soda on your hair, shoving you over, and pulling your hair. He was enjoying his fun so much, he stole the last dignity the god once told you to take care of.

But this guy have taken an advantage of it and take it, making you snap and never came to school that day... And never ever return again

End Flashback...

The platinum blonde holds your forearm. His eyes which holds greater concern and trying to prevent something that you might regret later on.

Like hell you will... What a joke

"Y/n... Don't go" he grips a little tight, his eyes pleads to stay.

YOU PIECE OF SHIT OF A PISS-HAIR, you thought irritatingly staring back at him but not physically but mentally. You smiled and pat his head.

"I'll be out for a bit, Miya-san the so-called customers needed me for their so-called delivery" You chirped, trying not to stab his face with the nearby pencil.

"Ya' could've just call me Tsumu.. ya know?," He said while pouting his finger still wrapped around your forearm. "Please accompany me... I want yer ass here! I want to cuddle ya!!" He whines, bawling like a baby.

A angered mark appeared on your cheek, your so close punching him. "Sorry, Miya-san I insist that you go do your routine alone" With that you shove your arm away and immediately trots towards the doorway before he had the chance to engulf you again in his arms.

"What a pathetic man he was... Thinking in the past that I still want him" you tutt'ed and jump off the 4th storage white apartment and landed gracefully like a cat on fours. "Such pity" you giggled as you scanned the place for that buyer.

You saw your buyer at the corner of an abandoned building and you smirked walking over the lone man, oh boy he was heaving heavily plus eyes bloodshot. Must be so obsessed over the illegal product you produce, not caring about his life right now.

"Hello! Are you here to buy my white powder?? " You chirped as the man flinch in flash his head turn his afront of you at mentions of the word, white powder.

"YES! BITCH GIVE IT TO ME"

"Only ¥679000 please!"

He throws his brief case on the ground. You smiled with close eyes as you give him a small plastic pouch, he giggled and happily snatched before running like a lost maniac.

"*Whistles* damn what a day" crouching down to reach over the brief case, opening to make sure something aren't alrighty.

And to your relief, it was just money.

If it was a bomb, you are good at throwing people at the head and might as well make a refund would help with using his life.

"Ah~ what a fine day!

In the gym, Atsumu was on the bench sitting uncharacteristically still and quiet (much of Kiyoomi's satisfaction) he was staring on the floor.

"EYY Tsumu! Why are you down for? Should've you practicing??" Kotaro pat his shoulder, he jumped and just chuckled dryly then pushes the spiker hand's away.

"Ahh... Just thinkin' somethin' d-don't mind me... " He was feeling touch starve at the moment and couldn't get you to be wrapped around his arms holding you so tight. The slight frustration of you being live-in partner and almost a lover (he hasn't confess yet...) The urges to just hugged you and feel the strands of your hand for just a minute.

Yet you refuse to let him do so...

Bandaging some of his fingers, and stood up then started to warm-up to practice some serves and some set. This mind was drifting how your face refuse to let you know he wants you and heck He can just tell you right the hell now even the heavy rain couldn't stop him approaching you then start a heavy make-up underneath.

But right now, he needed to focus right now. (If he can... Poor boy)

Gun fire was heard and a loud thumping foots then mad screams filled the building of a certain headquarters that wanted you dead.

"Do you really think you can fucking kill me!? For a stupid reason??! FUCK YOU" you point both of your twin guns and hail a thousand bullets at each agent.

Making their blood spray on the wall... You smirked and saw Sero Rintaro, the auditor of the headquarter glared at you.

"You fucking bitch... Stop interrupting my business!" He yelled pointing his M16 Calliber at you then started to fire. In which you perform acrobatics to dodge all the bullets with the mad grin. "This place is not accepting for the likes you of you! Get lost!!" Then stop firing and unlock the grenade before throwing at you. In instant, you got an idea using your katana as baseball bat then home run the grenade back the auditor himself.

He was in complete shock when the grenade was switch places to him. He yells profanities before being blow to shreds .

"Pathetic... BUT! Thank you for bringing the upmost gift of all time!" You bowed still giggling mess about how their horrible surgery, torture, and experiment on you when you volunteer to ONLY help to them.

But hey... They started to regret it.

A door sound slides and there was your comrade, Shizuka. She was chewing a bubble with both of her TEC-09 on her delicate hand. "Ah... What a mess I thought you were dead sisy we were just gonna revive afterwards said by the doc"

"Whatever did we got what we-" you were cut off when you saw a hole behind the desk. Shit, you were escaped by the auditor himself. "Fucking bullshit... Anyway did we get it what we objected of?" She chuckled and nodded "Yeah he'll be alright... It was just he was forced to undergo experiment by this goons in words of your whereabouts"

You sighed running your hand over your hair before eyeing once more the hole the auditor created. "Let's go shit gonna be hellfire on this place"

With you showered the place with C4 and bomb the place entirely in massive explosion and flames.

Odis and Shizuka cheered "HAPPY NEW YEAR!!" earning a chuckled from you and a face palm from the combat-doctor.

At the way home of your apartment shared with Atsumu himself, you saw him there on the stairs sitting behavely like a child patiently wait for your arrival.

He was pouting and he had his arms crossed.

What a man-child you thought before you snickered. He heard you and like a puppy he almost tackle you down on the floor.

"Y/n! Where were ya!? And YER HURT!?!?" You cover your ears from his outburst and started to untangle yourself off his arms but he didn't budge much of your displeasure.

"I'm alright Miya-san just a couple of scratches from a large thug" You try an EFFORT to let go because of his masculine cologne is very strong and it's gonna make you throw up.

"Ya could've just called yer know? Ya can trust yer roommate" pointing at himself, but his arms still glued around your waist, your bloodlust is almost at this limit.

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"Atsumu-san! I LOVE YOU!"

"SHUT YER TRAP Pig leave me alone! Will ya??!"

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"Aight... Aight you can let go now your suffocating me" you breath through your teeth. Palm both of his chest and push yourself away from him.

Eyeing him up, his expression was disbelief and further sadness. You could tell that this blondie is pretty much...

Touch starve..~

It's cute least to say that he's suffering like you were in highschool.

"I'm now cooking dinner here's the list of what I needed... Go crazy" winking at him patting his shoulder three times before entering yourself inside the apartment you two shared of.

You sighed and snickered, it all according to plan. Looking through your cute bunny-themed notepad, which written:

1. Live in with him ⭕

2. Befriend him ⭕

3. Make fun of him or Bully him mentally ⭕

4. Make him jealous

5. Go crazy about you

6. Reject him at all fours

"How long are you gonna last Miya-san?" A sly evil grin grew the side of your lips, (E/c) eyes glow in pure madness. As you engulf of an imagination on your brain about him being corrupted little bitch on the ground.

Drooling and Begging to be punish.

"Y/n-sama... Punish me~"

You couldn't help but giggle at the plan of humiliation you desire for him to feel.

The feel of what he did...

The feel of what shit fuckery he did back then.

This ego... You wanna deflate right in front of everybody.

"Just you wait Miya-san... Just you wait" as you roared out an insane laughter.

Your laughter interrupt a call, you picked it up and heard Geo, the combat-doctor of the group of the Anti-group.

"Y/n Tomorrow I've got a mission alongside the airheaded duo"

"Roger that... Where's the location at?"

"Behind where your roommate practice at... The auditor and his goons were hiding there"

You smirked and answered with "Okay see ya," then brought the down the call.

"Looks like we are gonna save some man-child's buttcheeks"

Next day...

"Y/n-chan!? Y-y-yer here!?!" You could tell an imagination of a doggy tail and ears on him. But you put on a shades because he's too bright for to handle.

Especially the human tangerine one who's sparkling in infinite rays of sunshine.

"Why not? How can a NICE roommate like me can't I support my good ol' roommate?" At the corner of your eyes and saw Suna, Suna Rintaro himself. He was staring his eyes slightly dilated at your figure.

Ohoho~ The auditor's son... How great. You wave at him with a smile in which he turned and went to grab another ball to spike making Komori confuse at his actions.

"Y/n," you hummed and look at Kiyoomi. He was blushing despite his effort to just looking at the other side of the gym.

"H-how are you?" He stuttered and he clicked his tongue for that. You only smiled eye closed "I'm doing fine, Sakusa-san! Just enjoying life is all~!"

"I-i see...By the way it's o-omi"

Can't believe he's trying to win you back, despite his lack of touch back in the day. You sorta the ONE who broke up with Sir Germaphobe here, he was suprise and didn't say back then.

Now he's trying his best to clean it up. You pity him really but...

The damage has already done.

"HEY HEY! Y/N LOOK AT ME SERVE THIS BALL!!?" You avert back to Puppy boy himself who was waving at you holding a Mikasa volleyball.

He throws it upwards before running and jump then SMACK!

You saw how his small celebration was, as you walk over his side. He was awaiting for your praise to boost his ego...

Huh?? Like hell you would...

"It's only a serve Miya-san you don't have to like Show off afront of anyone here... Everyone's here can do that"

"HUH!?!? IT'S ONLY A SERVE!? CAN YA AT LEAST APPRECIATE ME FOR ONCE WILL YA! "He whines and bawled like huge baby he is.

🤭 damn

"Anyways your match is going to start"

The eyes of gold stabbing on your back, coldy.

"Yeah! Che-"

But Kiyoomi beat him to it.

"Cheer for me" Kiyoomi was looking the other before bringing it back another time to meet yours again.

At the corner of your eye, Atsumu's honey orbs get dulled his happy smile he once wore banished when his teammates beat him to it.

4.Make him Jealous ⭕ Ohoho~! Two more to go

"I will Omi" He blushes and nodded before running over to line up. Atsumu gets back to his track and tried to say the words again but your gaze was still staring LOVINGLY at Kiyoomi.

He felt destroyed, when you don't acknowledged his presence too. His eyes just watch you walk up the bleachers ignoring their fans talking about you.

"Yo! Atsumu line up"

"Oh! Right there!!" He couldn't help but thinking it.

Are you Omi-Omi and You had a thing before? Or did two of you came back together.

Oh please don't he thought... It's only gonna make his blood boil and frustration. He was yet to say his feelings to your after this match was over.

He couldn't help but wonder... Is it?

Because if you did something might snap and he'll make Kiyoomi pay for it.

At the bleachers, you were delighted and you were hiding your smirking under your mouth.

"what a perfect view... He's shivering how pity"

Okay that was long thats all. Plus, this one is shitty asf and I have words plus if your gonna make fun I'll a IDC one and leave a block on ya or maybe report of whatsoever I'm here so don't test me.

You don't like the content the door is always open for you to exit bigtime

That's all

-Ariella

#miya atsumu #angst #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x y/n #slight Kiyoomi x Reader #slight suna x reader #MDI #yandere Atsumu

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blxksun · 3 years

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In The Dark

suna rintarou x reader

cw| yandere themes, voyeurism, mentions of masturbation(male), mentions of oral (female), suggestion of violence, suggestion of kidnapping, noncon photography, noncon distribution of photograph, angsty, more that i might’ve missed.

wc| 1.06k

synopsis: after another night of watching, suna realizes that your interests are still straying further from him.

Why did this feel wrong? Why was the feeling of betrayal pulling at his heart as he watched you? Why was he watching you? Well, your curtains are open so you must’ve wanted an audience. Maybe it was wrong for him to reach his hand down and rub over the tent obviously growing in his lounge pants. But seeing you like that, unaware of his long past lingering gaze, did something to him.

You looked so content with the boy from your science class between your legs. Were you really that much of a slut? You were unknowingly breaking through the image he so kindly created of you for himself. Were his advances not enough? He was nice to you and treated you like the princess he was sure you were, but you didn’t want that.

How could he be so stupid? You wanted him to belittle you to nothing more than a hole for him to fuck. Why didn’t he think of that? He wouldn’t have been so nice, seeing that you like when you’re walked over. That guy in your room, talked a lot about when you weren’t around. Heck, you don’t see it but he pulled his phone out and took a picture of you while he straightened up.

“Fuck Rintarou, what’s wrong with you?” He questioned himself. He had long since gotten off, but he’s punishing himself because of his stupidity. He did know that he’d have to kill that boy, but he knows this time it’s truly his fault. He let you think you could talk to other people in a way like that. Plus the guy had a photo he wanted.

It was enough he tasted you and felt your insides before could. Enough that he seen your face while you orgasmed?, he couldn��t call it that. But the thought of more people seeing something he has yet to truly see for himself, filled him with malice. So that’s what he did, when he saw the boy getting ready to leave, he walked outside.

“Hey you!” he yelled out, getting a startled reaction out of the boy. “AYEE SUNA!, what’s up?” he asked. “Just out for smoke honestly” he answered back. “That’s what’s up, can I hit?” the boy asked. Suna nodded his head, but before the boy could, he wanted to know something. “What were you doing at (Y/N)’s house?” he asked.

“We were supposed to be finishing up the assignment, but I got a little lucky” the boy said. So that’s where he was going with this, Suna thought to himself. The boy only preformed oral on you, but he was going to say that you let him fuck. That picture he took, with your cum leaking out could prove that narrative.

He was going to make you look like a whore, so maybe if Suna saved you from that, you’d reciprocate his hidden feelings for you. Right? “It’s cold out, my parents aren’t here, we’ll smoke inside” Suna offered. The boy couldn’t have been more dense to the vibes that Suna was giving off. “Yeah, alright” the boy agreed.

All it took was one little lie after that. Suna finished that assignment and turned it in, so your grade didn’t suffer and even deleted that photo of you from the boy’s phone. Well ,after sending it to himself and deleting the proof. It was the next day and he pretended to be distraught. The teachers were informing everyone that the boy took his life.

Suna wanted to see your reaction, he wanted to see how much you trusted him. So when he seen you walking up to him between classes while he smoked, his heart was giddy. “Suna, can I tell you something?” you had asked. You looked like you were crying, bad. Why? “Sure what’s up?”, he replied.

“I was with him last night and things kinda went, you know, but he killed himself afterwards” you vented. So that’s how much you trust him. “He came over and we were smoking, he showed me a picture of you I guess after you did what you did, but he said he wanted to do that before he let himself go” Suna ‘admitted’.

Yes, the look on your face. The realization that he had taken a picture of you was beginning to bother you. If he wanted to kill himself only after doing something with you, why would he take a picture? Then a narrative had formed in your mind, he was going to share it. If that was the case why had Suna said what he said?

“You know, I liked what I saw” He said, causing your cheeks to flush in embarrassment. “Sun-“ you were cut off. “I’m kidding, you’re so easy to bother” he laughed. You felt safe, so you laughed too. If only you picked up on the clues—the inconsistency—maybe just maybe you would’ve said no.

“You free tonight?” he asked. “Yeah, why?” you replied. “Could you come over?” he asked. “What are we doing?” you asked. “Anything to occupy ourselves” he said, blowing out smoke. “Okay” you had agreed. “Wait for me at the front of the school” he said before the bell rang. You nodded and rushed off to your class. Oh the day really didn’t go in your favor.

You asked your parents if you could go over, but they heard about the rain. You almost got saved by that, until that was called out as a mistake and it was actually the next town over. You got permission, well that’s good, they know where you are. Until your phone is stolen after gym. But, you said you were going to Suna’s house. Well until he decided he wanted to explore the town.

You were supposed to be back by now. It’s dark, why aren’t you answering your phone? Oh what a whore, is this why you aren’t answering your phone? An unknown number sending your parents that picture from the other night. They ought to go over to Suna’s and curse the both of you out.

So why aren’t you there? Where exactly are you? And why does Suna look distraught? Boy did those youth acting classes work in his favor. But the time would come when all those answers would be revealed. But for now everyone has to be in the dark, like he once was.

#yandere haikyuu #yandere #yandere suna #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu suna #suna rintaro imagine #suna rintaro oneshot #suna rintarou #suna x y/n #suna x reader #inarizaki #inarizaki x reader #suna rintarou x reader #xsunx oneshot🐸#xsunx writes🐸#xsunx nsfw🐸

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mango-bango-bby · 2 years

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platonic…yandere.. inarizaki 👀

plot .. : reader who comes to school wearing fox ears as a prank done by one of there friends who aren’t the volleyball team..nuff and the boys are just like screaming internally that you look so SOOO CUTE!!!! And they wont ever let anyone else see you like this except them..since most people are perverts ofc! heheheshhe (supa sorry if you aren’t comfortable with this if you aren’t ignore this!!) remember to eat and drink sum water <33

♡ Little Fox ♡

(A/N: I love writing for platonic teams 😭😭 I can see these boys being so in love with how cute you look but they’d also be so jealous that anyone else could see how cute you are 💓)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, platonic yandere, bets, Inarizaki is protective 💕

Summary: You lost a bet and now you have to wear fox ears to class (Yan!Platonic!Inarazaki x GN!Manager!reader)

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You nervously try to cover up the ears on top of your head. Stupid bet! You lost a bet with your friend. Your punishment? To wear a fox ear headband for the whole day at school. You try to keep your hands up to cover the ears, but that doesn’t stop the stares and snickers as you walk.

You enter into the building, setting down your bag as you empty some things into your locker. You walk over to we’re the volleyball team and you usually meet up in the morning to talk until class. “Hi...” you mumble, nervously as you wait for the boys to notice the fluffy accessory on your head.

The team almost stands in shock. You were already adorable all the time, you were their manager after all. All of them see you as a younger sibling. “Why are you wear those?” Kita asks, simply curious despite how many could see his blunt words as something bad.

“I um- lost a bet so I have to wear these all day” You say, Suna reaching up to touch them wanting to know how they felt. “We have the cutest manager anyone could ever ask for” Atsumu says dramatically placing both of his hands on your shoulders and leaning his head down dramatically.

“Stop being weird” Osamu grumbles, kicking Atsumu in the back of the knees to get him off of you. Atsumu turns around before stopping. Despite how much the brothers fought, they tried their best not to fight in front of you. You and Kita are really the only ones you can get them to stop fighting.

“You do look nice, Y/n, but I don’t think you should wear those all day” Aran chimes in, getting all of you to look at him. The team was quite overprotective, often keeping you away from others to keep you safe. “There are a lot of people at this school and that includes a lot of perverts who could look at how cute you are in the wrong way” He says, watching Suna take the headband off of your head as Aran speaks.

“That’s true, you can wear them around us but not anyone else, ok? Something bad could happen if not” Suna says, putting the ears in his bag to keep them from you. You don’t exactly understand their logic but you know fighting against them would just mean the whole team disagreeing with you and somehow getting you to agree with them in the end through their sweet talking.

“But what about the bet?” You ask, watching the team look at each other. “Don’t worry, we’re sure that it’s fine” Kita says, looking up at the clock before diverting your attention.

“Did you eat breakfast this morning, here eat this. Class is about to start”

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

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

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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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