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random-yandere-fandom · 2 years

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May I request Tendou Satori and Meilodas with a s/o who does not care that he is a yandere but sets some ground rules like no kidnapping her but other than that they fine with it.

Wooohoooooo! My first Haikyuu request! I am thrilled! Hell yeah!

Also, I added Ban to this request since I’ve been itching to write for him for a while now. Hope you don’t mind, enjoy~

Yandere Tendou with a darling who sets ground rules

The moment you ask to speak with him he is nervous wreck, barely hiding apprehensiveness. The two of you haven’t been together for very long and you looked quite serious, it doesn’t take much for Tendou to assume the worst case scenario. He’ll try to joke about it, his fidgeting giving him away as he awaits your reaction. Surely you would glare at him now, disliking the fact that he would joke as you would break up with him. He sighs in relief when you instead give an amused smile, reassuring him that it’s nothing bad but something that still needs to be discussed.

You sit him down across from you and suddenly he feels as if he was about to be interrogated, your gaze fixed on him and gauging his reactions. Your former comfort is the only thing keeping him sane in that moment as he tries not to move around too much. You start the conversation with a clear statement that leaves him stunned. Explaining that you knew of his obsessive and even stalker habits you watch as he starts sputtering, his mind in overdrive as he tries to come up with an excuse. Before he can continue you stop him, explaining that while you were not particularly worried about his behavior you still wished to set a few ground rules. You go on to tell him that you have thought about which rules to set for a long time and that this relationship is important to you - he can’t help but blush as you do the same at admitting the sentiment so early in the relationship - which is why you decided to do this.

Tendou listens attentively while you recite each rule, thankful that you want to be with him despite his habits, adding a comment here and there, agreeing to each point you make. It’s noticeable that you put a lot of effort into this and he can’t help but feel blessed that you are working so hard to make this relationship strive. Though he does find some rules ridiculous, he would never kidnap you, even if he could see the advantages of such an action. Still, if you feel better with this he has no choice but to comply, that is the least he can do.

Once you are finished you smile, satisfied with this talk. As your boyfriend sits up he confesses how worried he was before wrapping his arms around you, hugging you tightly as he whispers a thanks for wanting to be with him despite everything. He is close to tears at that point, relief and happiness that you accept him almost overwhelming him.

From then on he can’t help but put you even more on a pedestal, admiring you and practically suffocating you with affection. He feels so much more relaxed now, even when he sometimes falls back into his insecurities, the reassurance that you love him so much and feel comfortable enough to openly communicate your boundaries pulls him right back up. He follows your rules, too, careful to always keep them in mind even if it is hard sometimes, the struggle is worth it.

Yandere Meliodas with a darling who sets ground rules

Setting some rules with him is not a choice but more of a necessity, this guy is possessive and protective to a fault and is not ashamed of it. He might hide it behind a cheerful attitude and apologize to you if he does anything he considers drastic but that has never stopped him from acting on his urges. You will need to talk to him as soon as you notice his behavior or otherwise you risk getting kidnapped and forced to travel with him.

He’ll don a neutral face when you start the conversation, expression unreadable as he listens to your demands while he contemplates how to answer. He’ll pretend to be embarrassed that you noticed his intentions but the facade isn’t hard to look through as he avoids agreeing with you. Gaze averting he chuckles nervously as you tell him to focus as this is important to you. It’s not his objective to upset you and so he slowly starts to refute some of the arguments, making sure to promise to comply to some of the rules to keep you calm.

Meliodas was planning to woo you, there is no question that this is not what he planned and expected to happen. Though he does feel relieved that you seem to accept him nonetheless, thankful that there is at least one good thing about this.

When he won’t outright agree with everything you keep pushing him, making his nonchalant smile disappear as he becomes serious, explaining that following these rules could even endanger you, the safest place for you to be is beside him and sometimes you would have to travel for that. Depending on when this is all taking place there is the option though that the Seven Deadly Sins are finally accepted in the kingdom again and so the topic of maybe settling down with you crosses his mind. He does not bring it up, not yet at least and changes the topic, distracting you in some way or another.

Meliodas is not planning to simply dismiss your feeling though and he even feels impressed that you are so open with him, glad that you trust him so much. He’ll try his best to follow your rules and you notice, the smile and small thank you each time convincing him that doing so is a good thing. However, there will be times that he judges that he simply has to break one or two rules and while regrettable he won’t hesitate to do so, apologizing afterwards and leaving you alone to cool off if you wish so, understanding that he upset you.

Yandere Ban with a darling who sets ground rules

Similar to Meliodas, setting some rules is a must with Ban, his possessiveness being almost insufferable and his protectiveness more often than not feeling overwhelming along with his clinginess making it hard to get stuff done. Sure there are times where he is off to fight but even then there is not much you can do. His controlling behavior stems from his worry for you though and it’s hard to say no to him with his damn smile.

When you set your boundaries he is seriously paying attention, head resting on his hand and his gaze set on you, patiently waiting for you to finish. He can’t help but crack a smile, finding it quite adorable and lovable that despite you telling him off for some stuff, you still make it clear that you love and appreciate him and that you only wish for him to tone it down a bit. Seeing as you are most likely travelling with him either way kidnapping is unnecessary but instead you ask him to give you some room to breathe along with thinking twice before harming some strangers just because they treated you in some way that Ban decided wasn’t polite enough.

The guy is very well aware that his demeanor up till now was anything but normal and that something like this was due some time. As such, he is already prepared to answer, grinning and asking you if you don’t like him being so affectionate in a teasing tone as he leans dangerously close, gleefully noting your bashful expression and you denying that claim before leaning back and turning serious. Above all else Ban wants you to be comfortable and safe around him and he takes it as a good sign that you are so honest with him, despite the slight annoyance that he might have to hold back a bit now.

He’ll agree to your terms, admitting that he actually expected you to address this sooner or later. There will be times that he won’t follow the rules however and he tells you so beforehand, yet promising that you and your opinion are important to him and that he will do his best. His whole body language and his expression will show how sincere he is, not breaking eye contact as he vows to take your request to heart.

After he has made sure that you are content he will drag you onto his lap, asking you to repeat the part where you confessed your undying love, his words, not yours, in a joking manner. Still, he will stay true to his word, however he can’t help but tease you a bit, seeing just how flustered he can get you. There will also be moments where you will actively have to remind him of his promise as you hold him back from assaulting a random person for running into you on accident, even if he would never admit that he is actually very much overplaying his reaction just to enjoy yours.

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midnightlee25 · 10 months

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Yandere Reactions: When there darling tries to escape

Satori Tendo:

Graining in the shadows as he watches them frantically trying all the doors and windows.

He had a feeling this would happen the first time he left them alone. But he couldn't help himself but to watch them try to find a way out anyways.

This is most likely the first type of punishment he will try out when dealing with his darlings…. outbursts.

He will come out at some point… hours later when they realize they really can't leave.

#yandere #yandere reactions #haikyuu #yandere haikyuu #haikyu #tendou satori x reader #tendo headcanons #satori tendou #yandere tendou #yandere tendou satori

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uravitypng · 2 years

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𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄

kinktober day one: aphrodisiacs

pairing: satori tendou x reader

word count: 2.7k

a/n: lets start kinktober with a long fic that took too long to write. it's worth it to write about Chocolatier satori tendou ‧₊˚✩‧₊˚♡‧₊˚

warnings: possessive/jealous tendou, yandere tendou if you squint, mutual pining, fluff, one mention of readers body (being chubby/chubby-coded), strangers/friends to lovers, dub-con(because of the aphrodisiacs), unprotected sex +18 mdni / updated version (x) << extra detail and extra 1.2k words

Tendou is just about to close up the shop as he hears the bell of the door open, he hopes this won't take too long, he wants to get home. He see's you standing there, eyeing up all the products deciding what to get. A flash of recognition passes his face but he thinks that obvious, you've probably come in here before to get something. Still he feels like he knows you from somewhere else, he just can't quite put his finger on it, in the end he just shakes his head and thinks he's just had a long day.

In the end you end up choosing something and walk up to the till with a cheerful smile on your face. Tendou must admit to himself that your smile is very contagious so he smiles just as cheerful as you. You quickly end up paying and leaving.

Little did you both know that you have both met and crossed paths before, however when you met you where teenagers, when Tendou was part of a popular volleyball team while you was the manager of an equally popular team who often had matches against each other. Neither of you thought you would cross paths again after leaving, both of your appearances has slightly changed, his hair shaved off while your hair is a completely different colour, so having a couple minutes in each others presence meant that you both didn't take any time to notice the other one.

The next day you come in again around the same time, just before close with that smile. Then the next day and the next day until you've been coming there for a couple months, even if it was to get something very minor, you always wanted to try a product and maybe even a new one will be on the shelf.

Every time you go, you see the owner (or at least you think he is) you see him behind the till and he always looks a bit worn out after a long day at work, with different food ingredients and cocoa powder on his apron so most of the time you leave him to his busy and interact very little with him while you hear him hum a tune in the background.

However one day you get to the shop and notice that he looks more tired than usual. "Had a long day?" You ask.

"Yeah you could say that. It's been tiring." You realise this is the first time you've heard his voice. It's nice. Then you notice how you similar it is to someone who you use to know. "Hey, are you okay?" Tendou asks as he see's you staring at him.

"Tendou?" You're certain, or at least you think you are, its been a few years, his head is shaved and he looks older, he looks good but his voice is still exactly the same and he still looks like him, those downturn eyes and that smirk, it's him. Tendou just stares blankly at you, wondering when he's told you his name, if he had even told you his name.

After seeing Tendou's lack of memory, you get kind of annoyed and pout. It's not that long since you've seen each other and you still think you look pretty much the same, it isn't like there was lots of chubby girls in Miyagi around your age. Maybe he doesn't even remember you at all, now that annoys you more. "I was the manager from Aoba Johsai. You use to call me manager-chan. Do you not remember me at all?" You were increasingly getting more and more annoyed as you spoke. "We were in the same year together." You add on after he still hadn't said anything.

"Ah, of course. Manager chan! How didn't I recognise you." He just smiles, you would hate to admit it but him remembering you does quickly dispel your anger. "Would you like to try a sample of something I'm working on?"

After that night you came to the shop just after closing every night, sitting in the backroom with Tendou laughing and catching up and laughing some more. It's so hard to ignore the butterflies and it always has been, he never took that much notice of you when you were manager but now it's like you have his full attention and that makes sense, you're definitely friends now, close friends and that fills you with such joy.

You can ignore your old feelings, even if you still are harbouring a little crush on the guy. To be fair it's hard not too, back then and now. There's something about him, something that leaves you so wonder-struck whenever you think about him. His passion for volleyball was so immense, you could tell even on the sidelines, even if you were someone else's manger, and you knew that he was a brilliant blocker as well. You never really got why people at Aoba Johsai didn't like him, you understand why they didn't like Ushijima, but they always said Tendou was weird and creepy. You never really got that vibe but you didn't really know him so you kept pretty neutral on the matter, even if you didn't really believe what they thought. He seemed cute and fun, always smiling off court and singing a tune, you never wanted to cause tension in the team but he did seem energetic and nice, maybe a little strange but isn't everyone in their own way.

The list has just increased as the more you get to know him, you're actually friends with Tendou. He's very dedicated to his craft and loves it even if some days it is a bit tiring, he's so funny and can always put a smile on you face and dear god is he handsome, that's probably not something you should think about someone you consider your closest friend but you really can't help it, he really is, and you know you should be listening to what he has to say right now but you're incredibly distracted by your train of thought and you can't stop looking at his hands while he waves them around as he talks.

He calls your name and you quickly snap out of your thoughts. "Have you even heard a word that I've said." He says while smiling.

"Um, no. I'm so sorry I got kind of distracted, sorry." If you say sorry enough you're sure he'll cave in and forgive you.

Tendou just laughs. "It's no problem, I knew you weren't listening I just wanted to see you flustered."

"I was so not flustered, it's called being guilty."

"Yes, yes. However you did looked both."

God you really hope you didn't look flustered, you really can't lose your friendship over your silly feelings. However what you didn't know was that Tendou was well aware of your feelings and those feelings were mutual. He knows he can't just straight up tell you how he's feeling, the look on your face would be priceless but he has a feeling he wouldn't even be able to have the guts to say it and you wouldn't believe him if he did tell you, you always brushed off his compliments always thinking he was just teasing. He just needs some time, or some plan, to make everything work out.

Tendou always tried not to notice you back when he was still at Shiratorizawa, more so he looked at you as much as he could when he thought he could get away with it. He was probably more annoyed at himself for not recognising you than you were, the only thing that makes sense to him as to why he didn't realise it was you is because he always assumed you would stay in Miyagi, so he never thought he would be lucky enough to see you again. It still frustrates him though, he doesn't want you to think he never cared about. He's always been so good at reading people, good at noticing things, yet he didn't notice you were in front of him this whole time. That sours his mood whenever he thinks about it, he hopes that you don't hold it against him, he's already doing that for you.

Tendou didn't know much of you back then, however he always wished he could know more, maybe he could ask you out, maybe you would even say yes, he could never bring himself to do that though, after years of being bullied his self esteem is in the gutter. He always thought you were so cute, you light up the entire room and whenever you smiled it felt like his heart was going to burst. You kept the Sejioh team in line but was so quick to try to raise their spirits and cheer them on, it made him jealous, he wanted you to cheer him on.

Now he has you, not fully but soon he will. You're too precious to leave him especially now he actually knows you instead of him watching you from the sidelines, now you're both there together and he wants to be with you so bad.

One night after closing you're in the back room like usual where it's filled with all prototypes for possibilities to add to the shop. You're sitting on one of the tables, probably getting something on your clothes but you normally do so, so you don't mind, sitting on the table means you're closer to eye level with Tendou.

"I've got something I'm working on, do you want some?" He seems pretty restless and antsy to you, he's probably been working on this for awhile.

"Sure, but are you okay? I haven't tried anything new of yours for ages and you don't seem 100 percent." You reach to him and put you hand on his forehead. "You do seem pretty hot Tendou."

"Well it's rather flattering that you think I'm hot."

"You know that's not what I meant." You reply, Tendou will say stuff like that to you all the time after awhile you've started getting better at hiding the affect his flirting joking comments has on you.

"I'm okay, I promise, just a little hot in here. So, do you want some?" Tendou answers more seriously. "It has a secret ingredient." He says more smugly that time.

"Obviously. Everything you make is great." You say while picking up the bowl and eating whats on the spoon. As soon as you ate it, Tendou grabbed the bowl, eating some himself and almost flinging the bowl on back on the table. You opened your mouth to compliment him but Tendou pressed a finger to your lips motioning you to be quite. You think Tendou wouldn't of done that unless he had something he really wanted to say so you save making a snippy comment even if you were irritated.

"I like you. A lot. And I know you like me too." You feel your body heating up at Tendou's confession and the fact that he's seen right through you and knows you feel the same. "Honestly I've liked you for awhile now, I would admire you from afar but now it's not from afar and now I like you way more than I use to because I know everything about you and you mean so much to me. I hate talking my feelings, I know you feel the same but there's still a part of me that feels you will reject me." Your body starts heating up more and more. You look at Tendou and see that he's blushing and fidgety.

"I've kind of done something to help me to talk to you about this." Tendou admitted. you become visibly more confused but as Tendou gestures to the bowl you start figuring it out. Your body is still heating up and it's not stopping. He takes his finger off your lips, and you see his vulnerability, he's letting you see him, all of him.

"You're such an idiot." Tendou doesn't even have time to process what you said as straight away you're pulling his body closer towards yours and kissing him.

"You better keep kissing me and make me feel better or I'm going to be mad." You say in between kissing him. Tendou just smiles against your smile.

"Of course manager-chan. I'll make you all better." He replies in a deeper voice than normal. You shiver and he just smiles again against your lips.

Tendou starts taking off your clothes, with little regard to as if they tear or not, as long as they're off that's all that matters. Just a quickly as he's taking off your clothes, you're giving him the same attention until both of you take a step back and admire each other. That doesn't last long, the need to touch each other is greater and you're both well aware that this will not be a one time thing.

You're both a jumble of limbs just holding on to what ever you can, as long as you're touching each other. You feel Tendou hard against your thigh through his boxers as he's grinding against you and any other time it might be daunting to feel how big he is, but right now all you can think about is how much you want him. You grab him and Tendou lets out a groan, that's when you decide you want to hear more of his noises. Tendou feels exactly the same as he kisses down your neck while you whimper and pinches your nipples suddenly making you gasp.

Both of you can't get enough of the other one, you don't know if it's the aphrodisiac or what but imagining sex with Tendou always seemed like it would be hungry and passionate and desperate in the best way, like right now.

You don't know how long it's been by now with both of you kissing and needy, it could be a couple minutes or it could have been an hour to you, all you know is that you're getting lightheaded and you really do need him. All of him.

Tendou was starting to get the same idea as you were but was able to hold out a bit longer to make sure you still wanted to do this and to make sure you were prepped enough because he didn't want to hurt you.

"Please 'Tori is all you manage to get out, you don't know when you started calling him by his first name, let alone a nickname, was it after taking off the clothes or before either way you're saying it now and it certainly has an affect on him. He understands, pushing some of the strands of your hair behind your ear after they were stuck to your face from all the sweat and kissing you forehead, before pulling your thighs closer to the edge of the table, and sinking into you.

A chorus of noises spill out of both of you, all incoherent. You're as close to Tendou as you can get and you're grabbing on his neck to try and kiss him more, he's more than happy to oblige. Everything starts becoming to much for you, at some point tonight Tendou has stopped calling you manager-chan or putting a chan at the of your name and now it's just you and your name and it sounds so good and so sinful and you never want it to stop.

Your whole body is on fire as Tendou thrusts into you as hard and fast as he can, trying to get you both where you want to be, he's so desperate and there's little rhythm, he just can't get enough of you.

Your moans increase as you get closer and closer, Tendou constantly pressing against your g-spot. "P-please! Please can I cum. Need to cum. Need to cum," you moan loudly as your moans turns into shrieks.

"Hold it for me. Just for a second want you to cum with me." Tendou whines chasing his high. After what feels like forever he says "cum with me, need you to cum with me." He puts his hand on your clit and starts rubbing straight away you let go, you moan and all you see is white as both of you cum together.

After a minute or two Tendou gets his breath back and looks at you, with such fondness, you can't believe you never realised before. "Wanna go for round two?" He asks while wiggling his eyebrows. You just laugh.

You're both sweaty and out of breath but you look at each other like you're looking at the stars in the sky, like you're looking into the window display of a chocolate store. You think you're in love with him. He doesn't need to know that of course, except he already does and he loves you back.

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imisssummer · 2 months

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request rules (closed)

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

masterlist

jujutsu kaisen

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

hunter x hunter

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

my hero academia

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

haikyuu!!

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

tokyo revengers

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

demon slayer

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

attack on titan

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

bungo stray dogs

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

black butler

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

kakegurui

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

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

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yaboizander · 2 years

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Masterlist (On Hiatus/Inactive/Closed)

Stuff on this blog will be censored! Go to @yaboizander2 for uncensored versions

Do's:

Fluff

Nsfw

Polyamorous fanfics

Comfort (Nothing too heavy)

Male and GN readers

Don't:

Female readers

Canon x canon

Angst

Yandere

Pedophilia

Incest

Heavy topics

Gross stuff (You know what I'm talking about)

Daddy k#nk

Mommy k#nk

Non-con/Dub-con

Anything else that is disturbing

☁️- Fluff

🔞- NSFW

😳- Suggestive

🫂- Comfort

Haikyuu

Daichi Sawamura

Koushi Sugawara

Asahi Azumane

Ryunosuke Tanaka

Yuu Nishinoya

Shoyo Hinata

Tobio Kageyama

Kei Tsukishima

Tadashi Yamaguchi

Tetsurou Kuroo

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/662711184303292416/haikyuu-tetsurou-kuroo-relationship-headcanons ☁️

Kenma Kozume

Lev Haiba

Morisuke Yaku

Tooru Oikawa

Hajime Iwaizumi

Kentarou Kyotani

Kotarou Bokuto

Keiji Akaashi

Wakatoshi Ushijima

Satori Tendou

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/682927798533455872/i-am-so-glad-that-i-came-across-your-blog-mind-if ☁️

Eita Semi

Kenjirou Shirabu

Kiyoomi Sakusa

Shinsuke Kita

Atsumu Miya

Osamu Miya

Rintarou Suna

Kiyoko Shimizu

Hitoka Yachi

The Arcana

Count Lucio

Asra

Julian Devorak

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/662615680408027136/the-arcana-julianilya-devorak-relationship ☁️

Portia Devorak

Countess Nadia

Obey Me

Lucifer

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/665305106218090496/lucifer-x-male-reader-obey-me ☁️

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/665298067461931008/lucifer-relationship-headcanons-obey-me ☁️

Mammon

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/665332379017248768/mammon-x-male-reader ☁️

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/665320150642393088/mammon-relationship-headcanons ☁️

Leviathan

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/665856200610594816/leviathan-x-mmc-obey-me ☁️

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/665854323824246784/leviathan-relationship-headcanons-obey-me ☁️

Satan

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/665948851213107200/satan-x-mmc-obey-me ☁️

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/665947233219461120/satan-relationship-headcanons-obey-me ☁️

Asmodeus

Beelzebub

Belphegor

Lord Diavolo

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/662612596763066368/obey-me-diavolo-relationship-headcanons ☁️

Barbatos

Simeon

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/662614162841665536/obey-me-simeon-relationship-headcanons ☁️

Solomon

Twisted Wonderland

Riddle Rosehearts

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/666483972226875392/riddle-x-male-reader ☁️

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/666425236691009536/riddle-rosehearts-relationship-headcanons-twisted ☁️

Trey Clover

Cater Diamond

Ace Trappola

Deuce Spade

Leona Kingscholar

Ruggie Bucchi

Jack Howl

Azul Ashengrotto

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/667126317714653184/azul-ashengrotto-x-male-reader-twisted 🔞

Floyd Leech

Jade Leech

Kalim Al-asim

Jamil Viper

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/674214243087892480/hi-if-youre-still-taking-requests-could-i 🔞

Vil Schoenheit

Rook Hunt

Epel Felmier

Idia Shroud

Malleus Draconia

Lilia Vanrouge

Sebek Zigvolt

Silver

Genshin Impact

Kaeya

Jean

Diluc

Venti

Eula

Zhongli

Tartaglia/Childe/Ajax

Baizhu

Shenhe

Xiao

Itto

Kazuha

Ayaka

Ayato

Gorou

Kokomi

Scaramouche

Dottore

Jujutsu Kaisen

Yuuji Itadori

Sukuna

Toge Inumaki

Gojo Satoru

Megumi Fushiguro

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/662084204431130624/horror-movie-date-megumi-fushiguro-x-gn-reader ☁️

Ouran Highschool Host Club

Tamaki Suoh

Kyoya Ootori

Hikaru Hitachiin

Kaoru Hitachiin

Security Breach

Sundrop

Moondrop

Roxy

Monty

Glamrock Freddy

Glamrock Chica

Danganronpa

Makoto Naegi

Byakuya Togami

Nagito Komaeda

Hajime Hinata

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

Shuichi Saihara

K1-B0

Kokichi Ouma

Lego Monkie Kid

Sun Wukong/Monkey King

Macaque

Red Son

Mei

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chattemagique · 9 months

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yan!Tendou has his own way of curing your low self-esteem

summary: yan! Tendou fucks you in front of the broken mirror, after hearing you talking bad about your appearance, to show how pretty you are.

author's note: was going thru my notes and damn, I can actually write, so posting this for you guys, a bit (lot) personal self-insert, hope y'all can enjoy too, but it would be much better if you couldn't relate. anyways, peace and love 🫶🏻🕊️💞

pic from ブリテッリ @BRTRmilk_ on Twitter

tw: mentions of self-harm, body dysmorphia, low self-esteem, rejection trauma, self-hatred, non-con, skin carving.

all characters are 18+

minors dni

Life with Tendou Satori was bombastic(side eye, m sorry guys😭), you never knew when he's going to "explode" and affect you. He was as unpredictable as he was on the playground. As it usually happens when people are living together, they start to unintentionally pick up each other's behavioral patterns. You became as explosive and as unpredictable as him. Of course, it can't be denied that three months here, with him, after kidnapping weren't also great for your mental health, which led to the weakening of your psyche.

It's not like you've ever loved or liked yourself. You couldn't even understand why this whole thing happened to you, since you weren't even that pretty, not really wise too. You'd probably consider yourself as one of the last choice. So there were many other more beautiful girls around, why out of all people YOU???Dysmorphia returned to you even during the worst moments, making the whole situation much more horrible.

You were standing in front of a bedroom mirror and couldn't stand the way you looked, you hated yourself not only for your appearance, but also for your past mistakes, your weak personality and character traits that let other people exploit and mock you, and he was another evidence.

"I HATE IT, I HATE IT, I HATE IT"

Mirror flying down, glass hitting the floor and the pieces scattered in all directions. You wanted to hurt yourself so bad, you wanted to end these sufferings, you didn't understand why you deserve this, but at the same time this was exactly what a bitch like you deserves.

"(Y/N)!"

Your red haired kidnapper barged into the room only to find yourself sitting in the corner and crying.

"What happened?"

"I, -I.." your breathing was deep and fast.

"I hate the way I look, I wish I was born a pretty girl, I wish I had other mindset, I wish I wasn't different, I wish I could fit in, but I'm not! And everytime I feel good about myself, she's always coming back!" you shouted it loud, while grabbing onto your head.

I wish I wasn't different, I wish I could fit in

Oh, that hit home to Tendou.

So you think he'd fall for you if you were like everyone else? You think he'd find other girls attractive when you were around? You think if you'd fit in he'd consider yourself as his soulmate?

Well, I guess you had to learn this lesson as he once learned.

"Get up."

"N-no.."

"GET UP."

Quiet cry.

"(y/n), don't make me do things that I don't want to do."

You slowly got up, keeping your hands around your stomach, facing the ground.

"I-I just don't understand... why me..?" you said with soft, tearful voice.

Why are you still asking him this question?

As if he didn't tell you enough.

He unhurriedly came closer to hug you. Usually it would take longer if not forever for you to hug him back, but this time you just needed that support from no matter who, even if it’s from a man who ruined your life. If you can't give it to yourself, maybe he could.

Abruptly he lifted you up and brought to bed. You could tell where it was going, you just didn't care anymore, because it has already happened many times. And hey, at least he likes you..

He removed soft fabrics from your body and unbelted his pants. Having you in a missionary position, he pulled you by your thighs and harshly entered you. Loud gasp escaped from your mouth.

For foreplay his thrusts were quite rushed and hard, you didn't even get wet enough for his dick.

"S-satori.. ple-ease.." you whimpered his last name in a bit pesky manner.

"Say that you're beautiful (y/n)," you were just whimpering.

"SAY IT" he repeats it louder than before, suddenly squeezing your nipple as you moan out loud.

"Tendou-u, p-please, stop... it hurts"

He continues to twist your nipple even harder.

"I AM, I am beautiful" you yell out.

"That's right," Satori releases your nipple and starts gently massaging the sore area with his palm, without slowing down the pace and strength of thrusting.

"What else?" looking into your eyes, long, slender fingers tenderly caressing your breast area, periodically making a circle movement around your areola.

"I am smart"

"Good girl"

"I am sexy"

"You're right, princess" he increases his pace, grabbing your hips and slightly lifting up your pelvis to hit the spot. You let out a loud moan, trying to stabilize your breath. You feel your orgasm coming and your vaginal muscles slightly pulsating as you finally come on his cock, his pace being as fast as before.

"I am loved"

Tendou leans down to kiss you. You do not resist. If at least somebody can love you, then it's better than nothing. Your tongues weawe together like snakes during mating season. You can't believe that you don't want to pull away from your kidnapper, all you want is this moment to last forever as your bodies unite in one.

You can feel him gradually increasing his pace, as it becomes harder for you to breathe. He gets it as he pulls away from you and finishes inside you. Picking up from the floor the broken mirror glass to carve into your skin "beautiful" and "mine".

#reuploading this cuz tumblr won't let me edit the first post the way i want #haikyuu smut #yandere haikyuu #yandere x reader #yandere smut #yandere tendou x reader #yandere tendou satori #romance 💋#yandere male #yandere oneshot #haikyuu dark content #yandere scenario #yandere x y/n #yandere tendo x reader #yandere tendou #tendo satori smut #tw: body dysmorphia #tw: noncon #tw: skin carving

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yanderecrazysie · 2 months

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Ache part 2 please?👀

My writing is finally starting to come back. 👀

Part 1: here

Title: Ache Part 2

Pairings: Tendou Satori x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, spoiler for timeskip, chubby reader, drugging

Summary: Tendou feels an ache for you that won’t go away.

ache

/verb/

feel an intense desire for:

The factory was even bigger than you could have ever imagined. Your entire house could fit in the front entrance. The outside was stone gray and square, leading up to large smokestacks, but the inside was much more appealing.

There was a red carpet with golden trim laid out upon the floor, and you had a feeling it was specifically there for your visit. The walls were lined with paintings of desserts. They looked so realistic that you couldn’t help but stare.

“Touch your finger to one of them and put it in your mouth,” Tendou advised you, “They’re tasteable paintings.”

“There’s no way,” you scoffed. Despite your disbelief, you swiped your finger across a particularly delicious-looking blueberry cheesecake painting. Then, you popped your finger into your mouth. The flavor exploded on your tongue, making you let out an “mmm” of delight.

Tendou watched you do so, eyes dark with want. But he could wait. He could be patient.

“Now, you promised you would taste-test some chocolate for me!” Tendou reminded you with a lazy grin, his eyes lidded.

“Of course,” you said with a fist pump, “I’m excited for it!”

Tendou watched as your tummy and breasts jiggled a little with the motion and he realized that he too was hungry, just for something very different than you were.

The two of you walked through the factory together, so close together that your arms occasionally brushed against each other. He showed you all of the machines and explained what they did. Like a good girl, you nodded and showed as much enthusiasm as possible.

Then, finally, they got to the part of the tour where you would be testing out chocolates. Tendou opened up a box and pulled the first one out- a square of chocolate.

“This one has caramel inside,” Tendou explained.

You tried to take it from him but he pulled it out of your reach, “No, no, say ‘ahh’!”

You giggled and opened your mouth, making an exaggerated ‘ahh’ sound. Tendou popped the chocolate inside and you began to chew, “Ooh, it’s so sweet and chewy!”

It took you a while to finish the chocolate with how chewy it was. Tendou was ready with a new one as soon as you were done chewing.

“This one is a cherry cordial- do you like those? A lot of people don’t,” Tendou asked.

“I love every kind of chocolate,” you said with a grin. He popped it into your mouth and you bit down. The chocolate was hollow with cherry filling. You closed your eyes for a moment, overwhelmed by the wonderful taste.

He pulled out a chocolate with bumps along the top, “This is a nut cluster. You’re not allergic to nuts, right?”

“Right!” you said, opening your mouth again to take in the next treat. This time, Tendou tossed it in from a distance, giggling when you had to move your head to snap it up into your mouth.

“Mmm… very crunchy! I like it!” you said.

“If I actually made a bad chocolate, would you even tell me?” Tendou asked with a smile.

You returned his smile, “Of course I would, but you’re amazing at making chocolates, so I’ll never need to!”

“Well,” Tendou said, reaching back into the box with a racing heart, “This is my secret invention- a chocolate that’s pretty bitter. I want you to answer honestly whether you like it or not.”

You nodded and let him drop the dark chocolate ball into your mouth. The dark chocolate outside was delicious, but the center was filled with a very bitter liquid. Your face twisted in disgust as you swallowed, “Yuck! Sorry, Tendou, but that one was not good.”

“I guess you’ll have to be the only one that has to suffer through it then,” Tendou said with a breathless chuckle, heart rate spiking as your blinks became slower and heavier.

“Woah,” you said, “I suddenly feel kind of… weird.”

“Like how?”

“Tendou, something’s seriously wrong with your chocolate,” you slurred, starting to sway on your feet. He helped you into a sitting position on the ground and watched as you started to lose consciousness, “What did you do… to me?”

He cradled you close as you fell asleep in his arms. Then, he picked you up bridal style and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“You may not have liked that chocolate, but I think that one’s my favorite.”

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere one shot #yandere haikyuu #haikyuu!!#one shot #yandere tendou #tendou satori

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meowdarame · 2 years

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WIP LIST

collab wips

farmer!shinsuke kita x fairy!reader (afab!reader, she/her pronouns) | for OUAT collab

dilf!shion madarame x f!reader (afab!reader, she/her pronouns) | for summer of love collab and breeding collab

kageyama tobio vs the world | tobio kageyama x f!reader (afab!reader, she/her pronouns) | for series collab

satori tendou x f!reader (afab!reader, she/her pronouns) | for sizzling september collab

loser!shion madarame x mean girl!f!reader (afab!reader, she/her pronouns) | for burn book collab

virgin!shion madarame x succubus!reader (afab!reader, she/her pronouns) | for scare me, scare away collab and the virgin killer collab

incel!tetta kisaki x f!reader (afab!reader, she/her pronouns) | for the end collab

first time & mutual virginity loss | satori tendou x f!reader (afab!reader, she/her pronouns) | for selfship collab

angel!atsumu x f!reader (afab!reader, she/her pronouns) | for monsterfucking collab

shion madarame x f!reader (afab!reader, she/her pronouns) | for red flag collab

ongoing series wips

949 | hajime iwaizumi x f!reader (afab!reader, she/her pronouns)

red lights, white lies | manjiro sano x researcher!reader (afab!reader, she/her pronouns)

the song of carnage | yandere!mafia!tooru oikawa x f!reader (afab!reader, she/her pronouns) | for inside the ring collab and blood point road collab

miscellaneous wips

fugitive!shuji hanma x social worker!reader (afab!reader, she/her pronouns)

the cosmos taste like raspberries sequel | satori tendou x f!reader (afab!reader, she/her pronouns)

soulmate AU | atsumu miya x f!reader (afab!reader, she/her pronouns)

frat AU | jealous!ran haitani x f!reader (afab!reader, she/her pronouns)

tokyo revengers frat AU one-shots and drabbles

the lion and the 12 labors | shion madarame x f!reader (afab!reader, she/her pronouns) | heracles AU

#🎲.wip list #this is mainly for housekeeping purposes #so that i can keep track of the things i need to write and plan on writing #it’s a lot avert your eyes 😭

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solarisensun · 3 years

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Uninvited

Yokai! Tendou Satori x Reader (Fantasy AU)

- a commission piece for @nightmarelilyxd <3

Having a heart too kind for your own good leads to an uninvited surprise

Warnings: Monster fucking, starts off non/dubcon, yandere tendou, mentions of wounds/blood, porn with just a tiny pinch of plot

Folklore and superstition often came hand in hand.

The dense forest nestled right behind your little cottage was a place filled to the brim with myths and horror stories. Mothers would scare their children to sleep with endless tales of the yokai that prowled within those shadows, ready to snatch naughty kids into their greedy grasps if they stayed up past their bedtime. They wore the faces and skins of humans, and even walked amongst the foolish mortals; yet, one tiny mistake could spell your doom if you weren’t careful around those cunning beings.

The adults were none the wiser, the whispered stories of sole hunters never coming back again after venturing too far into the depths were commonplace in every man’s household. Stray too far from the path and you might just never come back in one piece.

You couldn’t help but scoff in scorn whenever you heard the buzzed whispers.

The woods have been nothing but a safe place to you, a place of life and resources that helped you to get past each day. Not once in your life had you caught a glimpse of the so-called yokais that gorges itself on human flesh or gnawed on bones. If you had to pick the scariest thing that lurked in the woods, it would be the huge brown bear that patrols a little too close to your cottage with each passing day.

Nothing an extra few torches wouldn’t solve.

Elders, blackberries, yarrows, and white willows. You recite the list in your head as you walked into the forest, your surroundings dim immediately as the thick foliage blocks most sun rays. Picking these herbs would be essential if you wanted to keep up the rapidly dwindling stock. Many of the little children in your village had been struck by a particularly nasty fever that led to an increase of wailing mothers banging on your cottage door.

As the village’s only practitioner in wild herbs, it was your responsibility to take care of them whenever a sickness plagued the village.

The blackberries would help stave off the bitterness of the medicine you were going to make. You did not want the children to be spitting out your medicine due to the taste. But blackberries were a rarity in this part of the forest. You huffed, patting away the dirt on your long skirts and picking up your basket.

The only solution was to wander a little deeper and hope that the deers have not yet eaten the bush scarce.

-----

It’s the first time you’ve seen a red so vibrant. The crimson shade seemed to pulse against the gloomy backdrop of the forest floor, the color was a stark contrast to the shades of green and brown you were used to seeing.

You sink to your knees carefully, the bush of blackberries are long forgotten the moment you catch sight of a darker liquid that oozes out the side of the snake’s scales. It doesn’t look like blood, more like the dark ichor of some untamed beast.

Don’t be ridiculous. You shake away the thought immediately, the snake hisses as you shuffle a little closer on your knees. Shiny sharp fangs glisten despite the dwindling sunlight when it bares its mouth open and you catch sight of its forked tongue that darts out. It’s a ferocious sight that would send most scattering away, but you glare back stubbornly at its slitted yellow eyes.

You’ve always had a heart too kind and too soft. Especially for strays. Maybe it’s the same stubbornness that makes you accept even the worst of patients, the patients that you know are hopeless but some part of you refuses to turn them down. And right now, you weren’t going to let this darned snake bleed to death on the forest floor.

“I’m bringing you back.” You scowl at the snake whilst it eyes you right back and suddenly, you feel a little ridiculous talking to a snake of all animals. “I’ve treated worst than you.” You rip up your skirt and wrap the torn fabric around your fingers before reaching slowly towards the snake where it curls into itself defensively.

It tries to bite you. Once. When your five fingers are just about to wrap around its body, it lashes out like a strike of red whip so fast that it becomes a blur. You dart back immediately, just barely avoiding a pair of fang-shaped holes in your favorite hand. It rears its head in defense, drawing itself upwards, and oh- the snake is a little bigger than you anticipated. It looked small when it was partly hidden by the greenery but now that you get a clearer sight of its body, it’s got to be at least twice the length of your entire hand. And those reddish-brown slits are practically glowering holes into your hand when you try to capture it again.

That’s a pretty huge snake.

The second time you try, you wrap more of your torn skirt around your fingers. This time, it hisses and snarls but you manage to wrap all five fingers around it and lift its trashing body out of the pile of leaves.

Part of the black liquid on its scales brushes against the bare skin that you couldn’t wrap up and you nearly drop the snake with a scalded hiss. It stings, not painful enough that your skin begins to burn but the pain rushes you to place the snake into your herb basket and you glare at the reddening patch over your index finger. What sort of blood harms people? You stare at your injured finger incredulously. Years of knowledge in your medical field told you that this injury defied all sorts of logic. Maybe you'd brushed your finger too hard against the spiny branches. A white lie to comfort yourself.

At least all your fingers are still intact.

Upon closer look at the animal, you hesitate a little. You’ve treated countless mammals before (from injured deer to wildcats and birds), but the snake now safe in your basket was the first reptile that you encountered. Safe for that one book you have about wild lizards and snakes, you’ve never been so close to a snake this big before. You peer carefully at its body, the mesmerizing iridescent shift of its red scales seem to glow with a different hue each time it coils and uncoils.

You don’t recall reading about such a beautiful animal before.

You wince on its behalf when it shifts again, catching sight of the long gash across its side that cuts so deep you can see a slimy layer of tissue. The source of the black ichor. It was probably attacked by an animal, a wild cat, or some sort.

Carefully, you cover your basket with the wicker top and hurry back home as the sun sets on the horizon. You might be brave, but you were no fool to be dawdling around the forest at night when the predators came out to hunt.

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You lace the meat with a single dose of sedative and drop it into the basket before scurrying away (just in case it tries to tear off one of your fingers again) and wait until the rustling stops before you begin to properly examine the animal.

It’s a little unnerving, moving its limp body out of the basket while those empty eyes are still as wide as moons. Quickly, you move your little tray of supplies onto the table. You'd have to work fast, there was no telling when it would wake up. The last thing you wanted was for it to gain consciousness halfway through the treatment.

With a loud huff, you flip the book right to the chapter on reptiles and glare at the unmoving animal on your table. “Let’s get to work.”

-----

Usually, you sleep until the beginning of a sunrise trickles into the tiny cracks of your curtains and the gentle warmth is what gets your groggy body moving out of your tiny bed.

Something jolts you awake. In the middle of the night.

It takes you a few agonizingly slow moments before your sleepy eyes adjust to the darkness that shrouds your little cottage and it takes another full minute before you register the figure looming just inches above your face.

You nearly piss yourself.

“Get out of my face,” you say as calmly as you can muster.

Red. That’s the first color you notice despite the dim lighting from the candlelight in the corner, red hair that falls in loose waves across the man’s forehead and brushes against your cheek like warm silk. His face is all sharp planes and angles, paired with bright eyes that glitter in the dark like a cat. A musky scent of wood fills the air around you as his warm breath fans across your face. Something familiar clings to his skin as well...a scent that you are used to-

“Did I wake you up?” His voice is a little scratchy and rugged around the edges as if he hasn’t spoken in years. Those bright eyes seem to be more like narrow slits of dimmed gold now that you are looking closely, with a brown ring around those striking irises that seem so… unnaturally haunting.

“Get. Out. Of. My. Face.” You repeat, trying to fight back the shallow waves of panic that are now lapping against the edges of your breathing.

A slow grin spreads across his face, not exactly the reaction you were looking for. One that tugs the edges of his lips up to reveal sharpened canines. No- those aren’t canines, humans didn’t have canines this sharp or elongated. Those are fangs, you think blearily. Fangs that glint against the faint silvery moonlight as shadows yawn across his pale skin.

Fangs.

No way, the sleep must be making you hallucinate. You blink slowly and the roguish smile widens.

“Did the little princess get scared?” As if it couldn’t get any worse, his tongue darts out to wet his lips as he speaks. A forked tongue.

Oh god, oh god, oh god.

You try to sit up immediately, try to push this man off you, off your fucking bed- only to find that he has your hands pinned to the bed. Long slender fingers are wrapped around both your wrists, keeping you imprisoned under him. His grip tightens warningly when you flex your hands in an attempt to break free and you fall limp when he presses you down further into the mattress. He could kill you with such inhuman strength. He could snap your exposed neck between his large hands like a twig and leave your cooling corpse on the bed without breaking a sweat.

“Let me go.” Even in your ears, your panicked voice barely sounds like your own, all high pitched and shaky, like the words would crumble apart if you spoke too loudly. “I’ll scream,” you try pathetically and he laughs aloud this time, as if the idea of your fear was utterly amusing to him.

A single thin eyebrow creeps up his forehead. “Who will come running to save you?” His voice is a little smoother now, like raw honey dripping off the sharp edge of a dagger. “No one is gonna hear your screams when you live so far from the village.” He says airily.

“Besides,” the man pouts in a rather childish manner, more of his hair falling across his eyes as he shifts his knees that are planted on either side of your legs to inch them closer. “I’m your honored guest.”

“You brought me into your home yourself. And now you want me to leave?”

You come to the conclusion that he’s an utter nutcase. You’ve heard of rumors about men like him before. A trend that caught on in the more developed towns of Japan. They mutilate their own bodies calling it a form of ‘art’ and prey on young women for pleasure. That explains the tongue and those fangs, it explains the manic glint in his eyes.

“I-I’ll give you anything you need.” You whisper, trying to stifle the whimper bubbling in your throat. “Please, please don’t hurt me.”

He studies you for a minute, taking in your frightened face and tensed body. You’re trembling under him, too terrified to speak further and he leans down, his smothering weight is everywhere on your body. The man’s nose grazes lightly across your neck and he sighs out a soft gasp when his warm tongue runs down your collarbone to the valley between your heaving breasts. He lets out a small groan at the taste of your exposed skin. A sound that has your own cheeks heating up despite the cool night air that staves away the wet, warm path of his saliva. Instinctively, his fingers close further around your hands with frightening ease. As if you were stuffed with cotton instead of bone.

“Do you really not recognize me?” The man tilts his head and you catch another glimpse of his forked tongue dancing between his fangs. “I thought that my little human would be smarter than this.”

“What?” You splutter like a fish out of water, temporary puzzlement taking over the initial fear at his question. “Don’t be ridiculous…”

The smell. It’s been tugging insistently at the edge of your brain the moment you opened your eyes. The slightly bitter tang of herbs that you crushed into a fine paste with your own two hands in the kitchen earlier this evening. More specifically, it’s the same paste that you soothed over the-

“...snake.”

You can’t decide if the grin that splits across his face is more terrifying or beautiful. “You remember now? The poor snake that you brought home and so lovingly fussed over.”

A large leg wedges its way between your thighs and your bed creaks in response to the sudden shift of weight. It wasn’t designed for someone his size, let alone the both of you together. “I must apologize,” he purrs into your ear in a tone that is deceptively sweet before lifting up your entwined hands to look at where his blood had scalded your finger earlier. “I don’t go into my snake form that often. But when I do.”

Calloused fingers stroke across the inside of your wrist as if sensing the way your frightened pulse was fluttering like a trapped butterfly under your skin. Slowly, he lifts your hand to his mouth, the slight scrape of sharp teeth over your knuckles makes you go limp under him and the man cradles your palm to his cheek. “I become rather… animalistic.” He smiles and presses a delicate kiss to your fingers before nuzzling into your palm, his lips are surprisingly soft when he presses open-mouthed kisses across the length of your arm before they stop at your open palm again. “I can’t quite control my urges, especially around fragile little humans. One as pretty as you? Even less.”

“You’re not real.” You whimper, a sound almost identical to a lamb’s bleat in his ears. Your terrified face is identical to a cowering prey, and it makes him long to just devour your whole. “Those are just myths, stories, and legends that people tell to scare the children.”

The amused look in his half-lidded gaze tells you otherwise.

Yokai. You invited a monster into your own home.

Gingerly, he lets go of your hands. “Scream and I’ll rip your throat out.” He whispers carefully, a promise that you weren’t eager to break.

“What do you want?” You tried one last time to bargain with the smiling man, “Please, I’ll do anything.”

The bed dips and he moves closer until you can count each dark lash that sweeps across his haughty cheekbones.

“I want my payment little one. Do you know how I got hurt?”

His long arms cage you against the bed once more and he grabs your waist, bunching the fabric of your oversized sleeping shirt until your bare thighs are exposed. “I’ve been watching you.” Your top button comes undone under clever fingers, “Do you know how many yokai longed to snatch you into their grasp every time you step into the forest with your pretty skirts and wooden basket? Bouncing around with your tits without a care of how dangerous it was.” The second button is flicked away casually as you peered up at him in muted shock. “I killed my own kind,” the last button is opened and your shirt falls open to reveal your naked body to his gaze.

“To protect you.” He laughs and kisses your cheek tenderly, he’s clearly wary of his own strength around you. The fact that he’s holding himself back shouldn’t make you feel relieved, but it does anyway. “To keep you mine. So that every other beast in the woods knew that you belonged to Tendou Satori”

You didn't know that monsters had names.

One look into his eyes tells you the answer you’ve been dying to know. The ravenous, snarling want that burns in the depths of his bright eyes. You’ve never felt so vulnerable before as you laid bare before him, his desire seems to reach even your wavering soul.

All of a sudden, he leans back on his heels and you get your first clear view of the man. Tall and lean, his red hair curls close to his nape yet something about his sharp face caused a stab of interest in you. He’s attractive, not like the bumbling fools in your village that can barely look at you squarely in the eye without tripping over their own boots. He has a wicked charm that they lack. And monster or not, that confidence of his is drawing you into his magnetism.

The slope of his shoulders rises and falls under the ragged t-shirt and you catch a silver of pale smooth skin under the fabric when he moves. The bulge between his legs doesn't go unnoticed and the fear of what’s to come next makes your heart pound uncomfortably against your rib.

He’s a monster, you remind yourself. A monster here to claim your body before devouring you whole. Maybe a fate under the bloody claws of the other yokai would have been better.

The weight of his gaze drags lazily down from your face, down to your tits until he stops at your thighs where they are pressed together in an attempt for modesty. A luxury that he was going to strip from you with perfect glee.

You flinch when he moves, expecting his rough grip to render you immobile and have his way with your body. Instead, the only thing touching your shivering body is the cool night air. Against your better judgment, you look at him from under your lashes- awaiting his instructions like a good little girl and you want to slap yourself at the thought.

Of course, he notices the doe-eyed look that you give him immediately. “Aw, you’re waiting for me to tell you what to do?” He croons in an almost melodic lilt and your face heats up at the condescension in his voice.

“Touch yourself.” Once again, his command stuns you into silence. What? Is he trying to humiliate you? You glare at him before you can stop yourself and-, you really have to stop looking at his eyes. Because every time you do, there’s a flutter of interest that sparks in your veins when you meet his golden gaze. “Do you know how many times I’ve heard your sweet voice bleeding through the forest, tempting me to take you right that very moment?” Tendou said in a strained voice as you gape at him. “You aren’t as quiet as you think you are.”

You had half the mind to bolt out of the room now but one look at the muscles on his body tells you that you wouldn’t even be able to move before he pounces on you. Only one way to survive.

He inches between your legs when you part them. You keep your stubborn gaze on the wooden ceiling but it’s hard to keep the burning shame out of your tense body when his overwhelming presence is just inches away from you. You pretend not to feel each hot breath from him when you slide two fingers into your own mouth and coat them with your saliva before you ease them between your legs.

You can hear his breath hitch when you part your folds of your glossy slit and you continue to glare imaginary holes at your poor ceiling when you brush your index finger over your clit. and slip your finger into your pussy. The heat between your legs builds up along with your movements despite how hard you try to fight. Although the pleasure is unwanted; nevertheless, it’s still the steady rise of pleasurable warmth that threatens to tear a moan out of your throat. Immediately, you catch your bottom lip between your teeth before the sound can slip past.

He moves fast. Faster than when he tried to bite you. One moment he’s at the foot of your bed and at the other, Tendou is looming over your body and your fingers falter in your cunt. He’s breathing hard as if he just ran miles. “I didn’t tell you to stop.” He smirks and one large hand finds its way to your chin where he forces your mouth to fall open, along with your soft mewl. Your cheeks are burning, and you pray that he doesn’t notice how his voice makes your cunt pulse.

The amusement written all over his face tells a different story.

Tendou’s thumb brushes across your cheekbone carefully, a mockery of a lover’s touch, like he’s sweet-talking to a precious lover. It’s hard to stifle the budding fear in your body when you know that he can break your bones if he presses just a tad bit too hard but his delicate touch felt like fire. The same flush of heat when the ichor had burned at your skin earlier, but this one is gentler, trailing tendrils of sparks across your smooth skin in its wake.

You crook your fingers a little deeper and mewl when you hit that sweet spot inside of your walls. His composure snaps at the sound of your voice filling the heated space between your bodies. A single finger tilts your chin up, his lanky frame bending down to kiss you and you can feel his slitted tongue on yours. You heard a hitched gasp from your mouth as he kisses you with a sort of controlled urgency. He parts your mouth under his and you whimper, like a kitten begging for attention. Attention that he reciprocates when he leans forward to press you against the pillows a little harder as the kiss becomes hard and fast and messy as it steals your breath away.

Tendou curls his fingers around your wrist and pulls your hand away from your dripping cunt. At the same time, he breaks away from you, a strand of saliva still connecting your tongue to his before it drips down to your heaving chest.

“I want you,” He growls, his earlier semblance of courtesy is thrown out the window. The shift in his gaze goes from bare restraint to maniacal. “On my cock right now.”

There is no chance for you to answer him because he’s already manhandling you onto his lap with as much effort as one would exert when picking up a straw doll. His calloused fingers dig into the flesh of your hips and his free hand yanks down his own tattered slacks. You’d be lying if you said your body wasn’t moving on its own, your messy greedy cunt turns the sheets wet as you wiggle your hips closer against your better judgment. But Tendou lays a firm hand on your thigh to stop you from squirming.

His cock throbs wetly against your bare thigh and it takes everything in you not to stare dumbly at his cock. It’s the perfect girth, a little more on the longer side with an upward curve as a pearly drop of precum oozes out of the flushed tip. Your body quivers at the thought of putting it in you and his cock twitches against your thigh before he guides your trembling fingers around the shaft and wraps your softer hands around it.

Once you get a rhythm going, he lets your hands go, content to watch you jerk him off. It’s humiliating how your slender fingers can barely close properly around his length.

Unlike you, Tendou shows no signs of hiding the guttural pleasure when you stroke his cock, feeling it throb warmly against your small palm and dragging against every bulging vein from the hilt all the way to the top until your hands are sticky with his arousal. “Shit wanna fuck that smart mouth of yours.” His hips jerk upwards unconsciously as you stroke him. “But that can wait for another day.” The imagery of you choking on his cock shoved all the way down your throat, drool slipping out your mouth, long lashes heavy with tears as he uses you for his own pleasure makes him choke back a groan. He’d take his time if he wanted to use your mouth, make you arch on the floor at his feet with your ass perked for his greedy gaze, make you plead and whine until he deems that you are obedient enough to taste his cum on your tongue.

Carefully, you align yourself on the tip of his cock. Both of your hands braced against his solid chest as he watches you with a half-lidded gaze. He doesn’t rush you, doesn’t guide you on to his cock. Instead, he’s watching your every move with a burning intensity. He wants you to do it yourself. A fragile thread of control that he offers to you.

It doesn’t mean that it makes it easier for you to ease yourself down. The moment his bulging tip breaches your entrance, your arms are already wavering as his thumbs rub soothing circles over your thighs. “I-I can’t,” you squeak, “You’re too big.” More of your slick drools out to stain your thighs and his crotch. It’s humiliating, to be pleading for the monster to fuck you. Even more so when you’re creaming all over his cock before it’s even fully in.

His thick cock sinks into your tiny cunt inch by inch and you try your best not to let the tears fall. The breath of his heavy exhale ruffles your hair when he hisses out a curse and Tendou’s hips buck upwards until you fall forward onto his chest. A deep husky grown resonates right into your ear when his entire length finally sinks into your pussy, the plush resistance of your cunt is no match for his strength when he continues to guide you on his cock relentlessly.

You’re tight, like your body is too small for him (maybe it is), like your poor cunt is too small to fit his cock. He can even see himself in you, the slight curve of his cock nudging out from your lower belly. You’ve never felt so full, and it feels as if he could reach even deeper and turn your brain into a muddled mess.

“I’ve wanted to fuck this sweet cunt,” he continues to thurst upwards, making the slap of his cock against your clit ring aloud and you mewl as his cock brushes against the spongy spot in you.“Since I saw you picking herbs in the forest, a tiny vulnerable mundane. I had to hold myself back from fucking you in the dirt right there and then, tearing off the skirt and breeding you like my bitch.” Tendou catches on to the way that particular angle has your toes curling and eyes crossing as your tongue lolls out in such a sinfully lewd expression. It’s the best thing he’s ever seen in centuries. Your cunt is all flushed and puffy as he batters into your poor hole at an relentless pace, Tendou has had many victims over the years, but none of them can even hold a flame to you.

He remembers the first time he saw your delicate figure crouched on the dirt as you scoured for berries. Your scent wafting over with the wind hits him like a solid blow to the jaw, has him salivating like a dog whilst you hummed nonchalantly, utterly unaware of the trap that you’d so adorably walked into. Tendou couldn’t claim you, not with so many other yokai prowling around. He’d have to deal with them first before he gets the delicious satisfaction of tasting your body.

His terribly beautiful smile grows wider when he rocks into you sharply, guiding your limp body in time to his cock until you feel like melting into a delirious puddle in his arms. Your cunt flutters tightly around his cock, the yokai could drown into the temptation that was your tight little body. He’s never met a more sinful creature than you, one that beckons him to the ends of hell and back. How ironic that a mere human could cast such an intoxicating spell over a demon that has lived through the fall and rise of empires. The softness of your curves, your tits brushing against his chest each time he bounces you makes him open his mouth so he can catch one of your nipples into his mouth. He flicks his tongue over your pebbled nipples and you squeal aloud at the sensation. Each time you try to jerk your pliant body away, Tendou pins you in place with ease. The savage grip on your waist forces you to remain still and endure each deep drag of your cunt kissing along the edges of his cock.

Even when he was lost in the heat of the pleasure of your tight cunt hugging his cock each time he drew back his hips, Tendou is still careful to rein himself back. He wouldn’t want to hurt his pretty toy on the very first night. There is so much more he can do to you, do with you.

His cockhead nudges against your sensitive spot again and it earns him a delicious moan. “Cute little human, nothing but a whore for my cock aren’t you?” You whimper, tearful eyes meeting him as you nod with your quivering thighs closing weakly around his waist, pulling on him like a devotee pleading for her God’s mercy to make her his. “You were asking for it the moment you invited me back to your home.”

Your neediness makes him arrogant, yokais may feed off a human's fear, but he finds that your pleasure is the drug that sedates his insatiable greed. Your greedy cunt sucks on his cock, eager to milk his balls empty into your tight pussy. A plea that he will comply obediently so that he can fill you with his cum and make you his dumb little slut, reduce you to his precious pet. Tendou is already imagining a future with you, keeping you crooked against his chest and having you serve him by his feet as you sing out holy praises with that sweet, pleading voice of yours. He’d leave a scatter of pretty markings over your neck and flesh, symbols that would tie your soul with his.

How many rounds would you be able to last? Not that he really cared, he would make you come apart as many times as he liked now that you were under his mercy.

Roughly, he angles your neck to his mouth and you don’t fight it, too busy trying to grind desperately against his cock when he sinks his fangs into your throat. He’s marking you. A distant hazy part of your mind echoes a warning when you feel a flare of heat on your skin. Having a yokai’s mark on a human was something that you've never heard of, it meant that you were bound to him eternally. To the monsters, it was a brand of ownership. To other humans, it was the brand of a curse, to inflict any harm on you was to incur the wrath of Tendou himself.

But as bliss spreads through your body, the heavy warmth of his possessive hands all over your body makes you arch towards him, making you lose all sense of what’s right and wrong. You find that you can’t quite bring yourself to care anymore.

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Outrunning Fate

As promised (though I am more than a little late for Shiratorizawa Week), the soulmate AU

Tendou x female reader x Ushijima

TW stalking, possessive behaviour, implied non-con

Soulmates were supposed to be a blessing.

It was a fairytale that you’d grown up hearing about. One person who was supposed to be wholly yours.

Your parents were soulmates, even if you hadn’t always understood the concept, the proof of that remarkable, unshakable bond was always right in front of you. It wasn’t in the big grand gestures, it was little things - the soft, adoring look in your father’s eye as your mother passed him his coffee every morning, the way she always sought out his touch when they were together, even if it was just to twine her fingers with his, or the way that they always seemed to be able to sense when the other was upset, and wordlessly found the perfect way to comfort them.

Your father never had to tell you that he loved your mother, but he did, every single day. He told her too, just to see her smile.

It seemed effortless, easy, as if their love for one another was as natural as breathing. How could you be blamed for looking at your bare wrist, waiting for the day that name would appear in scrawling black ink, feeling that excited fluttering in your chest because you knew one day you’d meet your soulmate and have that perfect, fairytale love all for yourself.

Except it wasn’t like that.

Something went wrong.

***

You’re fifteen and barely paying attention in class when your skin prickles uncomfortably. Your heart leaps into your chest as you tug up the sleeve off your blazer, watching wide eyed with bated breath as a name appears on your wrist.

Tendou Satori.

The beginnings of a smile start to curl at your lips, but it freezes in place as more inky black writing appears below the first.

Ushijima Wakatoshi.

A second name.

And suddenly, it feels like your perfectly crafted world begins to fall apart. Two soulmates aren’t unheard of, but they’re incredibly rare and you can’t deny that there’s a certain… stigma attached to it.

What kind of a person isn’t satisfied with just one?

This is supposed to be some magical, thrilling moment for you, but instead all you can focus on is the pounding of your heart and the growing wave of nausea that rises in the back of your throat. Quickly you yank your sleeve back down and before you can even think to stutter an apology to your bewildered teacher, you’re out of your seat and sprinting down the hallway to the bathroom. You barely make it before hurling up your guts.

After that, you start wearing long sleeves wherever you go.

It’s not that you’re ashamed, you tell yourself as you bite your lip and try your utmost to fade into the background whenever the topic comes up in conversation, it’s just that… other people aren’t always so accepting.

You’ve tried to get used to the disgusted looks, the invasive questions and the insults that follow you wherever you go, but it’s easier said than done. You hate that your cheeks still burn scarlet whenever you catch someone staring at your marks, almost as much as you hate the way you quickly duck your head in shame and race to fix your sleeve.

‘It’s okay, honey. I know it’s not what you expected but… it just means there’s one more person out there waiting to love you with everything they have. You’re twice as lucky as the rest of us,’ your father had told you on that horrible day. You just wished it hadn’t sounded like he was trying to convince himself at the same time.

***

You’re seventeen and the first boy who kisses you tries to shove your hand down his pants because he knows you’ve got two names on your wrist, and that means you’re up for anything, right?

You run home with tears streaming down your face and when you shower that night you scrub at the marks like you’re trying to erase them entirely.

What did having two names mean really? That one wasn’t enough? Would they be content sharing you? Would they even know of the other’s existence?

You could only imagine how horrifying it would be for them, spending months, years waiting for you only to realise that they didn’t really have all of you…

Would they hate you? Could you even blame them if they did?

Sometimes… sometimes you think it might be better if you didn’t have a soulmate at all, instead of this. It’s easier just to ignore it, pretend they don’t exist, pretend that you’re not gonna ruin their lives. Who knows, maybe you’ll be one of those few who never actually meet their soulmates. You can live with that, you think. You have a family who love you, a bunch of close friends who’d die for you - who needs stupid soulmates?

***

It’s the morning after your 18th birthday, your head is still pounding from the alcohol and bad decisions from the night before when your curiosity finally gets the better of you. It’s the modern age, most people live their lives online, you figure you’ll find a facebook page, a twitter account maybe.

Instead, the first item that comes up in your search is a video. It’s a news segment about a volleyball game - some high school team that you’ve never heard of, but you listen to the commentator talk and your heart leaps into your throat because they mention the Ace by name and suddenly there he is. Tall, dark haired and imposing - Ushijima Wakatoshi.

But you don’t even have a moment to breathe, to focus on the absolute beast that is your second soulmate and his terrifying spike because the camera shifts and suddenly there’s another player in focus. Tall, gangly with bright, spiky red hair and a too-wide grin, “-not the only player in the spotlight after today’s match; Shiratorizawa’s middle blocker, the so called ‘Guess Monster’ Tendou Satori-”

You close the browser window and slam your laptop shut.

They’re… friends, or teammates at the very least.

It feels like a bad dream you can’t wake up from. This whole thing is already messy enough, but you can’t get in the middle of that, you refuse to make everything worse for them just because the fates have decided to play a cruel joke on you.

If there were any lingering doubt left in your mind that you’re better off burying your soulmates, they’re well and truly put to bed.

That night, you dream of a cheering crowd, the thwack of a volleyball ricocheting off a vinyl floor and two menacing figures looming over you.

With your final exams around the corner, it’s almost too easy to put the video and your soulmates out of your mind as you throw yourself into studying. Months pass in the blink of an eye and suddenly you’re dressed in black robes and holding your high school diploma. You celebrate with your friends, dancing wildly with a care-free grin long into the night because you know you’re finally getting out of there for good. Tokyo’s a big city, you’ll lose yourself there and nobody, not a single damned soul, will know about the two names that grace your wrist. It’s as close to freedom as you’re ever gonna get - and god that makes you so fucking happy.

Your bags are packed and you’re holding your parents as they sob and then, like that, you’re gone.

Tokyo awaits.

***

It’s not that easy to outrun fate.

Living in Tokyo ain’t cheap, even for the shitty little shoebox apartment you rent while you’re studying. You manage to find a job at one of the Americanised diner style cafes just down the road from where you live two weeks after moving in. It’s popular with students because it’s open till late, the coffee’s good and the waffles are exactly what the doctor ordered after a long night of drinking with your friends. You’re just happy because the pay’s pretty decent and your boss lets you bring in your laptop and textbooks so you can study when it’s not too busy. You’re not nearly as thrilled about the short, revealing blue dress that serves as your uniform, but you know when to pick your battles.

It’s a little after one o’clock on a slow Tuesday night, the cafe’s almost empty and you’re propped up on your elbows along the countertop, absentmindedly thumbing through one of your assigned readings for class tomorrow when you hear the tell-tale chime of the door opening.

You hastily shove your books aside, plastering a wide if not a little artificial smile across your face, you glance up to greet the customers, only to freeze in place.

Your heart skips a beat.

Of all the cafes in the sprawling city, of course your soulmate has to walk into this one.

With his wild, spiked red hair and easy, sloping grin, Tendou’s unmistakable as he strides through the cafe with two other guys you can only assume are his friends. You suppose you should be a little relieved that he barely spares you a glance as the threesome make a beeline for one of the corner booths, but it’s hard to feel anything other than blind panic at the sight of your soulmate only a few feet away. It’s purely out of habit that you reach for your wrist and the skin coloured bandage hiding your traitorous marks, and you allow yourself to breathe the tiniest sigh of relief when you feel it still in place.

A loud cackle bursts through the quiet atmosphere of the cafe and you dart a glance over to see Tendou with his head thrown back laughing at something one of the others has said. There’s an uncomfortable fluttering in your stomach and your cheeks redden just a touch. It’s not an awful sound (not at all), but your pulse is racing and you think you just might be sick because this is all… too much.

You’d left them in the past along with whatever fairytale fantasies you thought having a soulmate would bring. You… you’re happy being alone and coping just fine without either one of them! They were a dream - a distant possibility you’d long since locked away, you weren’t supposed to ever actually see them!

At least it’s only Tendou, you think you might actually combust if they were both here. Still, there’s a faint tremor in your hand as you brush a lock of hair out of your face and try to regain control of your breathing.

As much as you’d like to run, or preferably, have the earth suddenly open up and swallow you whole, you know you can’t. For one, you’re the only server left until close and your boss might be easy going but somehow you doubt he’d let you keep your job after a stunt like that. More importantly, you have a sinking suspicion that causing a fuss will only draw his attention and that’s the last thing you want. He doesn’t know who you are, your mark is safely tucked away under your bandages, this will be fine.

It’s an hour and a half until close, he and his friends will get some food, eat, drink and chat amongst themselves and then you can kick them out and it’ll all be over. You barely have to interact with him. For all he knows you’re just a server in a random cafe - this will be fine.

Robotically you force your legs to move, carrying you towards your oblivious soulmate. You’re pretty sure that your smile’s a little off and you haven’t quite managed to quell the shaking in your hands as you reach for your notepad, flipping it open.

It’s the best you can do, especially when there’s a voice inside your head that’s all but begging for you to turn around and pretend this whole thing never happened.

Tendou appears to be thoroughly engrossed in whatever story he’s telling his friends, waving his arms around wildly when you reach their table. Normally you’d clear your throat politely and wait for them to settle down before introducing yourself and asking for their order, but when you open your mouth - nothing comes out. It’s like your whole throat has suddenly dried up and you’re just standing there gaping like an idiot, but Tendou hasn’t even noticed.

The ashy blonde to his left, however, does. His eyes flicker to you and you swear that you can see the faintest trace of amusement as he takes you in. He smirks, quickly shoving an elbow into the redhead’s side and jerking his chin in your direction.

“Hey loudmouth, pipe down would you?”

Your breath catches as he turns around to look up at you and grins, “Ah, sorry. Didn’t see ya there!”

The other two have picked up their menus again, but for whatever reason just as Tendou’s gaze starts to slide off of you, something catches his attention and stops him in his tracks. Like a magpie spotting something shiny in the distance, those big, droopy red eyes suddenly widen and zero back in with unnerving interest. Frozen with that fake, half hearted smile painted across your lips you feel strangely like a bug caught under a microscope as Tendou studies you - there’s really no other way to describe it. His head tilts to the side and he makes a low noise from the back of his throat that almost sounds pleased.

He can’t know, there’s no possible way, but if he doesn’t then why the hell is he staring at you like that?

It’s all you can do to remain rooted in place, your heart hammering so loudly against your ribs that you’re sure they have to be able to hear it too. Whatever he’s searching for he apparently finds because his grin widens and he leans back in his seat and chuckles. “Why’d you look so nervous, we’re not gonna bite - promise!”

The other guy at the table rolls his eyes, “Tendou, don’t scare the pretty waitress, she’s just trying to do her job,” he chastises, offering you an apologetic smile that does little to ease your nerves. “Don’t mind him, he’s an idiot, but he wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

You swallow and hum in faint acknowledgment, and he takes that as a sign to begin his order.

You were hoping that they were just going to get some drinks and be out of your hair, but as he starts listing off various snacks and appetizers to share and the ashy blonde throws out a few more, it looks like your nightmare is only just beginning.

You nod dutifully, writing it all down. The cook is just going to love you for this, but there’s not a whole lot you can do about it. “Anything else?” you ask in a voice that just barely passes for what your boss deems ‘customer service appropriate’, decidedly not looking towards the redhead who is still staring at you.

He hasn’t looked at the menu once since you walked over, actually you doubt he’s looked at the menu at all, but it doesn’t seem to matter because he pipes up regardless, “Yep, one of those thickshakes, you know - the really good strawberry one, annnd-”

“Y/N, order up!!”

Your soul leaves your body at the exact same moment that Tendou’s pupils dilate and snap to your wrist.

The pen in your hand is shaking, your grip so tight that it’s a wonder the flimsy plastic doesn’t shatter as you turn to glance over your shoulder. The cook is leaning out across the overpass, staring at you with a scowl and vaguely you register the hot plate of food in front of him which can’t have been sitting there for more than a minute at the most. You give a weak nod, earning you a dismissive grunt in response, before turning back to the table.

All three of them are staring wide eyed and open mouthed at you.

Fuck.

They know. They have to know.

You should have legged it when you had the chance.

Breathe. Smile. Play dumb. This is fine.

“A-anything el-”

“Somethin’ wrong with your wrist?” Tendou asks slowly, eyeing the bandage like he wants nothing more than to snatch it up and rip it away from you. His fingers flex and you don’t even have time to brace before they’re shooting out towards you-

A hand catches his forearm before he can touch you - it’s his friend, the dark haired one with the crew cut, who’s currently staring down the erratic redhead with a distinct frown.

It’s the blonde who speaks up, “Sorry, he’s had a few drinks tonight. The idiot sometimes forgets his manners in public.”

The music is still playing in the background, somebody laughs at the table a few down from theirs, but in this little pocket, trapped between the three of them with the tension thick enough to slice with a knife, the silence is oppressive.

And then Tendou’s attention shifts back to you and your stomach flips - it’s like the floor has disappeared beneath your feet and you’re suddenly careening through the empty air with no hope in hell of slowing down.

He looks… well, mad is the wrong word. Tendou is technically smiling, but his grin stretched slightly too wide, his eyes a little too intense. There’s an emotion you can’t name etched across his pale features, and it’s unsettling… it scares you a little, if you’re being honest.

You swallow and take a tiny, shaking breath. “I-it’s fine. I tripped last week and sprained it.”

“Clumsy, are you?” he asks, prying himself free of his friend’s grip.

A laugh forces its way out, grating and too sharp to be believable. “Yeah, I guess. Your food won’t be too long, if you need anything else, just- just let me know.”

You don’t give them a chance to respond as you all but flee the table. You’re shaking and almost in tears by the time you reach the kitchen, the cook takes one look at you, a grumpy admonishment on the tip of his tongue, and falters.

They stay until close, and you avoid them like the plague.

Hours later, lying tucked up in your bed your skin still prickles from the thought of Tendou’s piercing stare. Maybe if you’d kept some kind of a level head through it all instead of acting like a flustered school girl, he might have just passed it all off as a coincidence.

But you hadn’t, had you?

It wasn’t just that he knew who you were to him (and to Ushijima) but that after all your blushing and stammering, the pitiful attempts at hiding your soulmate marks and the way you all but ran from him the very first moment you could, he had to know that you knew as well. That despite coming face to face with your soulmate, you lied - you rejected him.

You mom once told you that the first time she laid eyes on her soulmate the world stopped spinning and all she felt was joy. Maybe there’s something wrong with you after all, because despite the insistent tug in your heart, you just feel sick. Despite being exhausted after your long shift, sleep that night doesn’t come easy.

It’s two days later that you find yourself back in the cafe, working a rare day shift on your only week-days off from classes. You keep glancing up at the door every few minutes, half dreading the possibility that any moment, Tendou and his friends are going to walk in, but they don’t.

Ushijima does, a little after the lunch rush dies down.

He looks so out of place against the vibrant backdrop of the 50’s style diner, all serious and stoic, that if he were anybody else you might think he was lost.

But he isn’t lost, because he’s staring right at you.

You don’t notice one of your co-workers sliding up to you until they laugh and playfully nudge your side. “Ah, I see the eye candy is back. Try and pick up your jaw, Y/N,” they tease.

Back?

Instead of finding an empty table to sit himself down at (and give you a minute to mentally prepare) Ushijima is making his way straight over to the counter, unsmiling and huge. How was he even bigger in person?! He could crush you with his thighs alone!

“He’s been here before?” you ask quietly, unable to draw your gaze away from him.

Your co-worker snorts. “Yeah, he came in last night, he even asked for you by name. Seemed kinda disappointed when I told him you weren’t on until today. You holding out on me, Y/N? I thought we were closer than that. You know you’re supposed to tell me when you start dating a hot ass dude!”

They slip away with a wink before you even have a chance to respond and you’re left floundering as Ushijima approaches. Your mouth is dry, your pulse racing. Just like with Tendou, you have no escape, nowhere you can run or hide.

He asked for you by name.

Fuck. You should have quit when you had the chance.

Ushijima isn’t smiling. Where Tendou had been beaming with chaotic energy from the moment he walked in, your second soulmate seems almost stony as he stares at you with serious olive eyes. You honestly can’t tell if he’s frowning or if that’s just the way his face is, but it makes your gut twist regardless.

It might also be the fact that he’s towering over you without even trying to. He has to be at least 6’3” but it’s not just his height that’s imposing - he’s brawny and muscular and, yeah, huge. Briefly you remember the news clip you’d seen of him, the terrifying brute force behind his spike.

He seems to be waiting for you to speak, so you swallow down the lump in your throat and try to remember how to breathe like a normal person. “Hi, can I get you anything?”

Something briefly flickers across his face, but otherwise his expression remains distressingly neutral. “… I would like some tea.”

You nod - it’s like pulling teeth. “Yeah, sure. We uh, we actually have a few different kinds…”

He makes a rough noise of acknowledgement and then… pauses. Instead of the menu, Ushijima studies you. His lips twitch into the faintest hint of a… smile? You can’t quite tell, but it looks out of place regardless. “I will have whichever you recommend.”

You can’t seem to be able to form words, so you settle with nodding, gesturing for him to take a seat while he waits.

His eyes don’t shift from you, nor does he make any attempt to mask the fact that he’s staring right at you. When his tea is ready, you all but beg your co-worker to take it to him.

“Trouble in paradise?” they ask, waggling their eyebrows.

“It’s not like that,” you mutter, but they take the tea regardless, and you busy yourself in wiping down tables and pretending that you can’t see the scowl from the volleyball player burning across the diner.

It really isn’t.

Even after tucking any thought of meeting your soulmates away there was always some tiny part of you - a part you were always so desperate to ignore - that wondered how it would feel to meet them, to be loved by them…

But while your heart squeezes with every glance, it’s not warm, dizzying bliss that floods your system and sends blood rushing to your cheeks. You don’t know what the feeling is that curls in your stomach and claws its way up your spine, but it’s nothing good.

Something went wrong with you, this isn’t how it’s supposed to be.

Ushijima stays for an hour, finishes his tea and makes his way back to the counter to pay.

He's wearing a grey hoodie, running gear underneath, and when he hands you the money, passing it directly into hands, his sleeve rides up. There, plain as day, is his soulmate mark.

Your name, written in black ink on Ushijima's wrist, forever marking you as his.

You jerk, flinching away from him, but he doesn’t make a move to cover it.

“You cannot run from us, Y/N. We are your soulmates, we’re bound together.” His voice is little more than a murmur, but there’s an edge to it, sharp and pointed. Not so much a statement as a fact, as undeniable as your name on his skin, on Tendou’s.

He says it like it’s a promise, staring into your eyes with that impenetrable gaze and for a moment you forget how to breathe.

“Why are you so determined to fight it?”

You swallow, taking the cash from his hand and punching it into the till. “I’m sorry, whoever you think I am…” you trail off, finally raising your eyes to meet his penetrating stare. You’re quietly proud of the way your voice doesn’t shake, even as your heart races like a hummingbird in your chest and your palms sweat. “I’m not.”

The only sign that Ushijima hears you at all is the subtle furrowing of his brow and a distinctly displeased hum from the back of his throat.

“I hope you enjoyed your tea.” The cutting barb slips from your lips before you can stop them, but there’s a certain vindictive satisfaction you get in watching his eyes widen, the brief hurt that flickers across his face.

Of course, it only lasts a fraction of a second before his features school into a blank mask and he nods.

“Perhaps I will try another the next time I see you.”

And with a short bow, he walks away.

You leave your apron behind when you finish your shift at the diner, and you don’t come back.

There will be other jobs.

***

It’s not enough.

They start showing around campus.

The first time you catch sight of Tendou, you’re running between classing, cursing the ridiculous schedule that has you attending two back to back lectures on opposite sides of the campus. It’s just a glance - a flicker of red in the corner of your eye. The only reason you stop at all is because you're so focused on not being late that you fail to see the crack in the path until you’re tripping over it. The books in your hand go flying as you sprawl across the pavement.

“Huh, you really weren’t kidding about being clumsy, were ya?”

A pale hand stretches out before you, and just like with Ushijima, Tendou doesn’t bother hiding the soulmate mark as he grins down at you with those wide, creepy eyes.

You ignore it entirely, waving it away as you pick yourself up with a grunt. The skin on one of your palms is grazed, and you’re pretty sure that your knees are too, but all in all it could be worse. It’s more your pride that smarts, that and the fact that of all people to see you trip, it has to be him.

“Aw, don’t be like that, baby. I’m only try’na help you!”

You scowl, snatching your textbooks out of his offered hands. “I’m not your baby, Tendou,” you mutter.

You regret the words immediately. His grin slowly widens and he makes a sound, somewhere between a shudder and a moan - it’s almost pornogaphic and wholly inappropriate and it sends blood rushing to your cheeks, but you don’t have time to think about it.

“I’m already late, just-” you break off with a sigh, readjusting the strap of your backpack, staring resolutely at the ground. “I’m not what you want, what… what either of you want. Just leave me alone, okay?!”

Tendou doesn’t say a word as you walk away, but just like always you feel the burning stare following you until you’re out of sight.

Somewhat stupidly, you think that’ll be the end of it. The gloves are off - you might not have said it in as many words, but there’s no point denying it any longer. They are your soulmates and it doesn’t change a thing.

There is something wrong with your bond.

But they don’t see it like that.

They figure out your schedule, take it in turns to wait outside your classes, ambushing you whenever you’re alone.

“I have a game tomorrow,” Ushijima tells you on a rainy Thursday afternoon as he follows you home. “I would like for you to come.”

It doesn’t seem to bother him that you walk a few steps ahead (or try to at least - his legs are ridiculously long) with your head bent down, ignoring the steady rainfall that threatens to saturate you. Tendou usually fights for your attention, grabs at your hands, your waist, any part he can reach just to touch you, but Ushiwaka seems content to merely be near - so long as you stray too far.

“I have exams to study for.”

He hums noncommittally, “Tendou will be there.”

All the more reason not to go.

The silence between you two is heavy.

“It would make me… happy, if you came,” he tries again.

Your eyes squeeze shut for just a moment. You hate it when he does this, when he acts like you’re the one being stubborn. Like you haven’t told him, told them both to stop a thousand times before. Like they haven’t ignored it at every turn, blatantly refused to acknowledge that you don’t want them like they want you.

Shouldn’t ‘no’ have been enough?

You’ve considered reporting it to campus security, or even the police, maybe trying to get a restraining order or something like that, but what would you even say - ‘Please Officer, sir, my soulmates are stalking me’? Yeah, that’ll go down a real fucking treat.

“Why…” you trail off with a sigh, forcing yourself to stop walking.

This time he does reach for you, taking your hand in his. It’s warm and rough from years of volleyball and hard work, and you hate that it’s already so familiar. His expression is as stoic as ever, but there’s a quiet reverence in his eyes as he looks at you, as if he can’t quite believe you’re really there with him. You suppose in another light, it might almost look romantic, the two of you holding hands under his umbrella, lost in your own little world as the rain pours down around you.

He seems to be waiting for you to finish your thought, so you buck up whatever dregs of courage you still have and try again, “Why can’t you just… move on? I don’t want this- this thing, whatever it is between us.” You sigh, tugging your hand back, “I just want to be alone, why can’t you respect that?!”

He doesn’t answer for a long moment, staring at you, his thumb rubbing back and forth along the back of your palm.

But then he shrugs, easily, as if you’re merely discussing the weather and not their continued overbearing and unwanted presence in your life. “We love you. More than anything, and despite your… reservations, we belong together, what other reason does there need to be?” He pauses, his gaze softening just a fraction, “You’ll come around eventually,” he adds.

A tiny part of you crumples at that. What’s the use in arguing with a brick wall?

***

It’s a minor relief when you walk out of your last lecture for the day the following afternoon. It might be because it’s a Friday and you, for once, have absolutely no plans for the weekend, but realistically it’s more to do with the fact that you know no one is waiting for you outside. Ushijima has his volleyball game, and Tendou will be there with him, cheering from the sidelines.

You should be happier, really, but there’s a pit in your stomach that’s been there since Ushijima left you at your door last night.

They’re not going to stop.

Instead of listening to the professor talk, you’ve spent the last three hours searching university transfers. You love Tokyo University, you love Tokyo - the big, bustling city you’d gladly lose yourself in again and again, but it can’t be your home, not when they’re here too.

There’s a University in Kyoto, it has a similar program to the one you’re already in. It’s a surprisingly easy process to change - your grades are decent enough, all you have to is apply. One simple click of a button. It’ll take a few weeks for it all to go through, which’ll give you enough time to figure out how you’re gonna upend your entire life without them realising - assuming of course that Kyoto university accepts the request.

If you soulmates won’t let you go, you’ll run, and you’ll keep running. Maybe you’re wrong, maybe one day you’ll look back at them and feel that same love for them that you’d seen in your parents instead of that black, cloying unease that twists at your guts, but so long as they don’t give the choice, what options do you have?

You’re not stupid, this… thing that they’re doing, the stalking, monopolising your time, trying to drive your friends away, it’s not the end game. What happens when they get tired of you ignoring them?

“Hey, Y/N wait up!”

For a moment your heart seizes, but it calms almost immediately when you realise the voice isn’t the one you’re afraid of.

You turn to find one of the guys from your last lecture walking over. He’s kinda cute, in a lost puppy kind of way, and he’s nice, for the three conversations you’ve actually had with him. Honestly you’re a little surprised he actually knows your name (considering you’ve definitely forgotten his) but you smile back regardless. “Hey, what’s up?”

“You doing anything tonight?”

Netflix and crashing early, but you’re hardly about to tell him that, “Not much, why?”

He smiles, and for a moment you’re taken aback by just how utterly endearing it is. He really is cute. “Me and a few friends are having a party tonight, you’re uh, you’re welcome to come. Y’know, if you’re not doing anything,” he says with a laugh, throwing in a wink for good measure.

But his smile fades a little as he catches a glimpse of something behind you. You frown at the odd reaction, turning instinctively to see what drew his attention when a weight drapes across your shoulders and you find yourself being pulled into a sideways embrace.

“There you are, baby! I was starting to think you’d gotten lost,” a familiar voice drawls. “Who’s your friend?”

You can’t see Tendou’s expression as he rests his chin on your shoulder, but from the way your classmate blanches you can imagine that it’s not pleasant. Still you have to give him credit, he only falters for a second before he’s rubbing the back of his neck and offering a sheepish smile, “Oh, hey, uh… yeah, I’m-”

“Punching a little above your weight, dont’cha think?” Tendou cuts him off with a snort, nuzzling in just a little closer. You can feel the warmth of his breath against your neck as he tilts his head to whisper in your ear, “I thought Ushiwaka told you about the game tonight.”

You shiver, although whether it’s from his softly edged words or the kiss he presses against your cheek, you’re not entirely sure. “He did, I-I told him that I had to study…”

Tendou laughs, squeezing you tighter, “Psh, is that all? Baby, we can help you study later. C’mon, or we’re gonna miss the start of the game.”

And like that he’s tugging you away. With Tendou’s arm wrapped snugly around you, you don’t even have a chance to turn around and apologise to the guy. He’s done it purposefully, a reminder you suppose of who you belong to - though for your classmate’s benefit or yours you honestly don’t know.

Ushijima’s already on the court by the time Tendou and you arrive at your seats (front row of course) but he glances over as you both settle down and his lips quirk into the faintest hint of a smile.

It would make me… happy, if you came, he’d said.

You don’t miss the razor sharp, anticipatory gleam in his eyes, though.

He destroys the competition. You still remember that brief clip you’d seen years ago of his brutal spike - it seems like time has only served to make it more lethal. The rest of his team is undeniably good, you doubt Ushijima would join a club made up of anything less than the best, but still, he’s in his element and without a single doubt the strongest on the court.

For every point he scores, Tendou cheers wildly. Halfway through the second set you can see that every player on the other side hates Ushijima - if the scowls and muttered snarls they’re shooting his way are anything to go by. You can’t exactly say you blame them for it either. They’re demoralised and angry, frustrated by the huge Ace and his indomitable force and even though he’s not a part of the team, Tendou revels in it. There’s a song he starts to sing, some inane jig that flows too naturally to have been made up on the spot. You can almost imagine him on the court beside Ushiwaka, singing it after stealing point after point from the other team. The two of them must have made a formidable team on the court.

They still do, you suppose.

You’ve never been one for volleyball, or sports in general, but even you can’t deny the sense of feral anticipation in the air as Ushijima steps up to serve on match point. Tendou has his hand wrapped tightly around yours, leaning forward in his seat to watch the spectacle. You can’t say you blame him.

You might hate him, but you can’t deny that his serves are a sight to behold. Your heart thumps as he throws the balls up, runs and launches himself into the air. His legs are arched, his form perfect and you still can’t quite believe how high he manages to get considering his size -

And then he hits the ball, palm slamming into the leather with a resounding smack - it flies over the net, damn near knocks the poor Libero off his feet as he tries to save it, but even that isn’t enough to stop it. The ball ricochets off his receive, spinning into the crowd and just like that - it’s all over.

Ushijima roars in victory, and Tendou turns to you, red eyes wild and delighted. You don’t have a moment to breathe, much less prepare yourself before his lips are crashing against your own.

The deafening cheers of the stadium fade out.

You can feel his racing pulse as he clutches you close, the unrepentant enthusiasm that pours through him as his tongue dances across your bottom lip, begging for entry. You’re stuck still, frozen in place as your soulmate steals his first kiss.

Somehow when you pictured this moment as a little girl, you didn’t imagine that it would be fear that floods your veins, that the soft, breathless laugh that Tendou gives as he pulls away and rests his forehead against yours would scare you instead of making you feel safe and loved.

They walk you home together. It’s unnerving enough with just one of them, but with both your soulmates flanking you you’re more on edge than usual.

Or maybe it’s the slightly weird energy you can sense between the two of them. Tendou hasn’t stopped grinning since he kissed you and Ushijima still seems a little wired from his win. He hasn’t said much since the three of you left the stadium, but he’s holding you closer than normal, an arm slung low across your back, his fingers brushing possessively along your hip.

God, Kyoto can’t happen fast enough.

There’s a lump in your throat as you reach your apartment. They’d offered to take you out for dinner after the game finished - to celebrate Ushiwaka’s crushing victory over ‘those poor assholes’ as Tendou had put it - but despite the pit of hunger in your stomach, you’d politely refused. The less time spent with them the better.

Surprisingly, both Tendou and Ushijima had taken it in stride without so much as a peep.

But now you’re at the front door, keys in hand and Ushijima still has his arm draped around you. It’s not like they haven’t been in this position before, but despite all their gentle cajoling (well, gentle is relative - Tendou whines petulantly and Ushijhima just seems to hover silently like an overgrown bat) they’ve never actually been inside your apartment.

It’s your one sanctuary, and you very much want to keep it that way.

“Y’know, ‘Toshi and I’ve been thinking,” Tendou begins, snatching the keys out of your hand before you can stop him, chuckling and swatting at you when you try and grab them back. “Me ‘n the big guy, we really do love you, baby - head over heels, heart racing, butterflies in your stomach kinda love. It’s kinda sappy, actually. You have no idea how happy you’ve made us.”

The key slides into the lock and he twists it, pushing your door wide open. His eyes flash to yours and he grins, bowing as he gestures towards the open apartment. Your open apartment.

An invitation.

You blanch. “Um, I-I don’t think-”

Stupid of you to think you ever had a choice in the matter - Ushijima’s arm is an iron wall against your back, pushing you forward as he crosses the threshold.

Tendou follows behind the two of you, and the click of the door shutting behind you echoes far too loudly in your small apartment. He tosses the keys into the little dish on the kitchen counter - where they always go when you’re at home - and winks at you.

“I mean we are your soulmates so I ‘spose it’s kind of a given.” He shrugs, leaning back against the countertop, folding his arms over his chest. “But we can’t help but notice that you seem a little… uneasy around us. And I get it, baby, really I do. You’re just a little shy - it’s cool.”

Your heart leaps into your throat as Ushijima’s fingers curl around your jaw and he tilts your face to the side to meet his intense stare, “You’re being unnecessarily stubborn,” he elaborates.

A flicker of amusement dances in Tendou’s eyes at his bluntness. “We tried it your way - taking it slow and steady, trying to ease you in but, well… I think we can all agree your way isn’t working all that great.”

Your eyes snap back to him, “What?”

His grin widens, “So we figured it’s time we try it our way. We’ve been so good, baby! D’ya have any idea how hard it’s been to hold ourselves back?”

Ushijima’s grip is unrelenting, but that doesn’t stop you from frantically trying to fight your way out of it as Tendou pushes off the counter and stalks over to the two of you.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he murmurs, “Been waiting so long for this. Wanted to fuck you on the tables back in the diner in that cute lil’ uniform of yours.” He smirks down at you, his pupils blown wide and dripping with lust.

No. No, no, no! You shake your head frantically as he closes in, “Stop, wait! Let me go, LET ME GO! I-I don’t want-”

Your panicked words are cut off as Ushijima suddenly spins you around to face him. His hand cups your cheek, enveloping it entirely, and his broad thumb strokes the soft skin gently. “We’re not going to hurt you, little one. You just need to see - to feel what we feel for you.”

Whatever retort you have is swallowed up as he closes the gap between you and kisses you. He’s demanding - unrelenting - forcing your mouth open so that his tongue can taste yours. Distantly you register Tendou slotting in behind you, the unmistakable bulge that presses against your ass as he attaches himself to your neck. “Shh, baby,” he murmurs between kisses, fingers sliding to the hem of your top. “Let your soulmates take care of you, hm?”

It’s not like you’ve ever had a choice in the matter.

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