Voicemails After The Breakup (Haikyuu!! Headcanons)

You Use the Safeword (Haikyuu!! Headcanons)

*GIFs not mine*

Bokuto and Tsukishima Version

A/N: YOOOOO, are y’all proud of me🥺 I finished a major assignment early so I could write! Go me! I really am being an adult out here like damn😤😤. Anyways, hope you like it, and uh… Happy late Halloween? Eh, too late, just enjoy! (PS: goddamn do I miss this🥺 and uh, I searched up “humping synonyms” for this?? am going to hell, see ya there)

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Kuroo Tetsurou:

In the beginning, it felt good. 

“Yeah, kitten, you like that?”

Amazing even.

“Oh fuck, Tetsu, don’t stop!”

Then it… didn’t. 

“Shit, pineapple! Pineapple!” you wheezed, shoving his hips away and squeezing your legs together. “Fuck.” You rolled onto your side and pulled your knees to your chest, trying to breathe while a dull pain shuddered through your lower half.

Without another word, Kuroo slipped off the bed and observed you, wincing at the way you shut your eyes so tightly. His hands hovered over your form, wanting to help but… just not knowing how. 

His heart pinched, thundering in a way that only came from fear. “Are you okay?” he choked out, finally letting a hand fall to the skin of your back before massaging up and down. 

“Yeah,” you nodded, “Yeah, I’m good. I just, uh, just need a minute.”

“Of course, Kitten.” In an instant, he was settling in behind you, both arms slipping around your form and long fingers pressing against your stomach. “I’m so, so, so sorry,” he peppered kisses along your shoulders and up your back, “So, so sorry, baby.”

“It’s okay, I promise,” you relaxed in his grip, slipping one hand out from between your thighs and intertwining it with the familiar one on your stomach. “Let’s just… not do that again, okay?”

Kuroo scoffed, shaking his head and curling closer around you. “Kitten, you best believe the next time I even hear you say “pineapple” in public, there’s like a 50-50 chance I’ll have a heart attack. We’re not doing anything like that for a while.”

You snorted. “Anything? Really?” 

“Well of course not anything, but-”

“I knew it.”

“Hey!” Kuroo squeezed your side, and a corner of his mouth lifted at the way you jolted. “I’m sorry. Really, I am.” His voice wavered, and you just knew that if you could see his eyes, there would be a war happening in them. Guilt and despair would be battling it out right in those hazel orbs of his. 

“Tetsu, it’s not your fault!” you reassured, hiding a grimace as you swapped sides to face him. “Now we know what’s too much, right? I promise, I’m okay.” A warm smile took over your face as you cupped his own, leaving a brisk kiss against his lips. “Don’t get all sulky on me now.”

“Never,” he smirked, wrapping two fingers around your right wrist to press a kiss into your palm. His eyes never left your face, and in them you could see worry--worry and something more.

Oh.

It was pain. 

“Oh Tetsu,” you were quick to wrap him in a hug, your arms around his neck while his hands wandered up to your shoulder blades to keep you close. “I’m okay, I swear. I know you didn’t--and you would never--mean to hurt me. Please. It’s okay.”

Finally, the tightness in his muscles faded under your hold. “I know, YN, it’s just that I hate that I’m now someone who’s hurt you. I never wanted to be that guy.” His face pushed harder into your collarbone and his teeth gritted. “Especially to you.”

You shook your head and smiled. “But that’s the thing, Tetsu. You’re not. The only thing you are to me is the man I’m in love with-”

“And your best lover.”

“…Yes, and my best lover. Sure,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes as a grin grew on your face. 

“Thank God. It’s so much better to hear out loud than to read it from your diary.”

“Tetsu!”

Kageyama Tobio:

Your safe word was simple. So simple you never thought you’d have to use it.

“Stop! Stop!”

Until now, of course.

“Fuck!” Kageyama opened his lust-filled eyes, yanking himself away so hard he crashed to the floor of his bedroom. 

You, on the other hand, groaned and pressed two hands between your legs, gasping for air while trying to fend off tears. Pain shot up your spine and ebbed into your hips where Kageyama’s hands had been. The haze of passion that had fogged the room was zapped away in mere seconds, replaced with a dead silence. 

Your boyfriend scrambled off his floor and popped back up to his feet, pausing at the sight of you with furrowed brows. 

“YN…?” His tone was slow and concerned, yet his mind was anything but. When you didn’t respond, Kageyama’s diminishing self-control disappeared completely. 

“Shit,” he hissed, two hands diving into his hair and yanking at the strands without restraint. “Fuck!” His face grew red with anger, teeth bared like a wolf ready to attack. But it wasn’t you he was aiming for.

No, no, it wasn’t you. It was himself. 

“I’m so fucking stupid,” he grunted, backing away until he crashed into his own door. “Why did I do that?”

“Tobio-”

Your tone was insistent, wanting to be reassuring. All Kageyama could hear was the pain you struggled to hold back. 

“No, YN!” he barked, turning and slamming a hand onto the door knob. “I hurt you!” 

“Tobio, you’re overreacting! I’m fine!” You weren’t lying; the pain was fading away by the second. The only thing that hurt now was the way Kageyama tried to avoid you.

He whipped the door open anyway, only to stop at your final plea. “Tobio, please!”

It wasn’t the words that made him stop; it was the crack of your voice, caused only by a sudden onslaught of tears. “Please,” you sniffled. “I’m okay, I promise. Just don’t leave.”

Kageyama’s head fell, yet little by little, inch by inch, he let the door squeal to a close. Five, ten, maybe even twenty minutes passed before he turned and made his way back toward you, feet scuffing with every step. 

Your tears had stopped by now, but your eyes were nowhere near dry. “Tobio.”

Kageyama refused to meet your gaze, but he still climbed back onto the bed just across from you, letting his legs cross one over the other. 

Finally, his hands reached out and grasped one of your own, pulling it towards him and propping his elbows on his knees to give him the right height to hold it against his lips.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, each word warm against your fingers. “God, I’m so, so sorry,” his grip tightened. “I just hated hurting you like that. And I couldn’t stand that I did it during a time where I should never hurt you, YN.”  

“Tobio…” you paused, only to think of the words that wouldn’t scare him off. “I… I know you must feel like this is the end of the world or something, but it’s not. Really, I promise. I still love you, and I still trust you, completely. Nothing has changed.”

He still hadn’t looked up, but his fingers began to run along your hand in a nervous habit. 

“You didn’t hurt me. It’s sweet of you to worry so much, but really, you didn’t. Do you want to know what did hurt?”

No response.

“Okay, I’ll tell you,” you sighed, shaking your head. “It hurt when I saw that you wanted to leave so quickly. Can you… can you promise not to try and run away every time something that you can’t control happens? I want to experience everything with you, including hard times, so please don’t just… run away where I can’t follow. Can you promise me that?”

Kageyama was dead silent, and part of you was convinced he may have fallen asleep in the midst of your rambling. The only reason you knew he was conscious was because of the way his fingers kept tracing over your hand. 

“Are you-”

“I promise.” Kageyama raised his head, and for the first time in what must have been nearly a half hour, he made and kept eye contact with you. “I promise I won’t leave like that again, no matter what happens. I want to stay by your side forever.” 

“But…?”

“But,” he clenched his jaw, and in a surprising turn of events, a tear slipped down his cheek, “but I don’t want to hurt you again, YN. I still hate myself for doing that to you.” His voice was solid, unwavering. It was obvious he wouldn’t let this go for a while. 

“All right,” you nodded, sliding closer to him on the mattress and pressing your hand against his chest. The other, still caught in his grip, wiggled in effort to escape. He refused at first, gripping just a bit tighter before letting go completely and dropping his hands onto his lap in the form of curled fists. Finally free, you left both palms resting flat against his chest. “All right, I’ll let you sulk for a while.”

Then you put pressure on his chest, urging him to lie back in a form that was obviously the last position he wanted to be in. With enough force, he relented with furrowed brows and fell onto his back. “YN-”

“Feel free to frown,” your face hovered over his, doused in a nonchalant expression, “and whine,” you threw one leg over his body, “and bitch until your heart’s content.” You plopped down onto his lap, effectively straddling him and his… you know. 

“Just know that while you do that, I’m gonna be by your side,” you smirked, letting your hips slide back before dragging them forward again, “kissing and hugging and-”

“YN,” he choked out when you ground yourself on him once more, hands slamming down onto your bruised sides. “Don’t-”

“-making love to you just as much as you make these little efforts to punish yourself.”

“Fuck,” he grunted. 

“Tobio, just know that I’m in love with you more than you hate yourself,” you ground into him again, eating up the way his eyes rolled back into his head.

“So it’s gonna be a long ride.” 

heyy i’ve been reading ur fic for a good while now and i have to say i just constantly find myself coming back to it. you write with clarity (seems simple but it’s hard to find writing as well done as urs) and emote really well and your fics are always soooo entertaining to boot! idk if that last one is the right word but bdjdjdjf i just love ur fics. thank u sm for sharing them :’)

Awww thank you so much! It’s been a while since I’ve gotten a message as kind as yours, and I really appreciate it!! I’m glad you like my stories🥰🥰

Hey I was just wondering can you do yandere garou x pregnant reader

oof i just posted itty bitty bits of this with the metal bat and garou thingie but i could put some more random ass thoughts here

so

garou is a total sweetheart

yandere garou is a fucking monster

which makes him hot

how he would be great with a pregnart reader, im not so sure. but i shall try

certainly he's possessive af, which would provide you with moments like "you're not leaving the fucking house, stay right there and protect my baby"

but when you just scoff and walk past him, he'll groan and follow you. keeping you cooped up when you're on raging pregnart hormones is hard.

so he'll drag his feet after you all the way to the grocery store, and the second you step inside his alarm bells are going off and an arm latches around your waist not unlike that of a metal bar. and he'll yank you closer and haul u around and growl at other customers and shit bc this is a manchild that you are in love with congrats--hope you can handle two babies at once

lil pussy-whipped yandere garou just graduated into baby-whipped garou, so this mf levels up his AUDACITY.

suddenly you can't take care of yourself, apparently. you're not going to cook, you're not going to work, you're not going to take a piss without a safety escort and an ID scan. these are the rules

that's his baby, and you're his baby.

nothing will happen to you.

hands and lives will be taken if anyone touches you.

also daddy garou loves his baby so much omg its adorable the cheek squeezes and the gushes and the actual tears when this motherfucker feels the baby kick for the first time and goes "garou jr will be a kickboxing champ, maybe I can train him in the womb"

strap in, it's gonna be a bumpy ride

Hello 👋 😊 I want to let you know that I love your work. I mean I absolutely love it! Hearts all the way from the moon and back- Like, damn, you’re amazing. I especially liked the Yandere Garou one, because, like- How could one not? But the others are just as great! So thank you for giving us all this content ;)

YOURE AMAZING TOO I PROMISE!!💜💜 only amazing people would so kind to personally write messages like this, so thank you so much☺️ I’m glad you like my writing (especially yandere Garou bc he’s👌👌), and I hope you know your kind words made me really happy!!

Hi! Can you do a yandere!Garou vs yandere!Metal Bat, maybe like the reader is friends with both of them but she is oblivious to their feelings or their flirting, they at first did not know of each other but then saw either one of them see the other with her and gets REALLY pissed.

Yandere Garou and Metal Bat Crushing on the Same Oblivious Darling (Yandere OPM Headcanons)

*GIF not mine*

A/N: Okay so honestly, this idea is so good. Like it’s legit amazing and I love it so much. But (yeah, I knew you heard it coming) I wasn’t sure if I should do headcanons or a scenario for it, but I finally settled on headcanons just so I could get it out there. That being said, I’m sorry this took a little while and I hope you like it! (Side note: Thanks for 1.3k followers y’all!!🥳🥳) 

Word count: 1630

Good lordy I love this so much. 

Lemme just say, Garou is not a shy yandere when it comes to being around you. 

You’d have to be a special kind of stupid to not notice how much he wants you.

As soon as he sees how innocent and oblivious you are, he cranks up the charm to a ten. 

Teasing, flirting, he does it all. He’s never timid about touching you, always wanting to feel you and such. His hands are everywhere, and he’s “accidentally” groped your ass one too many times. 

Though Garou doesn’t exactly take you on dates, he does try to be around you when he’s not busy beating people up. You’re just so understanding and caring about his side of things that he doesn’t want to let you go. 

God, it’s almost annoying how you laugh off every single one of his flirtations. 

Seriously, it’ll be like: 

*Garou hugs you and kisses your cheek, whispering that he loves you*

“Well dang, you’re being extra friendly today!” 

*cue facepalm*

Meanwhile, Metal Bat doesn’t know he’s a yandere. While Garou is fully aware that he would watch the world burn just to have you in his arms, this hero is a little less intense. 

In all honesty, I think Badd would only go so far as to follow you everywhere, once again, when he’s not busy being a hero. 

He thinks he’s just trying to keep you safe, and being nearby as much as possible is the most efficient way to do that. 

Often times, you’ll meet him in the grocery store or the mall at the same time he’s shopping there (and by “often,” I mean always)

Of course, he’ll have to bring his little sister along and the whole time, she’s just like “this is the fifth time we’ve been to the grocery store this week. If they don’t have what you’re looking for by now, they’ll never have it.”

Nah, but seriously, Zenko knows Badd loves you. If she sees you, she’ll try to tell you, but you only laugh it off. She’d be so confused, always saying that you’re stupid for not noticing it, and by that point, Badd’s gotta drag her away with some shitty excuse, like she’s got a dance recital or smth. 

Anyways, back to it. Metal Bat will only discover he doesn’t want you around other people when he sees you talking to other guys. If I’m honest, the moment he realizes he’s a yandere is when he finally sees you and Garou together. 

✨Story Time✨

Zenko wanted to go play at the park, and being the adoring brother he is, he takes her there. 

As she runs off to go on the swings with her friends, Metal Bat settles onto a comfy park bench to look over her. 

While he leans back and crosses one leg over the other, he catches a glimpse of another bench through a collection of trees and surprise surprise, guess who’s on it?

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees you, but you’re not alone. Wearing a beautiful sundress, you giggle and smile widely at an all-too familiar man. 

That piece of shit Hero Hunter.

Badd’s blood boils and he begins seeing red. 

Garou’s hands are too touchy-feely; the hero wouldn’t mind ripping them clean off the villain himself. 

His fingers are practically up your skirt, caressing the skin of your thigh while you animatedly tell him a story about what must’ve been your most recent trip to a theme park. 

Badd had gone with you to that theme park. He had been the one to bring you there at the insistence of his little sister. 

Fuck, he could feel himself itching to kill. Zenko wouldn’t be able to see him through the trees, i.e. that bastard was free game. 

Unsurprisingly, where Metal Bat is, his metal bat isn’t far behind. 

You never expected this to happen. 

One minute, Garou was chuckling at your story, arm thrown around your shoulder without a care in the world. 

The next, an all-out brawl was happening before your very eyes. 

You couldn’t hold back a scream; it was terrifying the way your two guy friends went after each other. 

Badd swung his bat straight for Garou’s head, only to miss and catch his tufts of hair after the latter ducked. 

Everything was happening too fast for you to comprehend, with both men moving faster than the speed of light. 

Garou delivers a spine-chilling strike directly to Badd’s head that’s got his face slowly dripping blood. Immediately after, Garou takes a hit right to the stomach that has him coughing up the same color liquid. 

By now, the grunts and yells are too loud for the entire park not to hear. Parents and children flee the area at the sight of a white-haired man flying through the trees only to crash into the metal jungle gym brutally. 

“KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF HER, YOU SCUMBAG!”

Garou’s back on his feet and blocking another swing with blue-tinted hands, taking all of Metal Bat’s force and redirecting it into the hero’s gut.

The battle leaves you cowering on the bench, watching with horrified eyes as they battle each other barbarically. Animalistic growls escape one while the other actually dodges and attacks on four legs. 

“SHE’S MINE TO TOUCH, HERO!”

Their words don’t fluster you, and that’s mostly because you don’t hear them. Their sneers and snarls are much more distracting than anything that actually leaves their lips. 

“Oh God.” The words are more a rushed sigh than anything. You whisper them in alarm as soon as you spot Zenko only a few feet away from the fight, crying much like how you want to right now. Suddenly, nothing else matters.

“Oh God, oh shit, oh God,” you push yourself off the bench and sprint toward the little girl, running straight through the park’s playground area and hurtling a slide on the way. 

At the sight of your mad dash, both men pause in their jabs, Badd’s bat only inches away from Garou’s head while said man halts a kick halfway to his side.

Both gazes are locked on you, partly in fear that you were trying to run away from the two of them. “YN,” they simultaneously breathe out, dropping their stances and watching your every move. 

“Zenko!” you call out, sliding down to your knees and gathering the sobbing girl into a hug. “Shh, it’s okay.”

Awestruck. That’s what they were. Neither could speak as they watched you mutter comforting words to the young girl and pat her back. 

Without another sound, Badd jogs over to you both and kneels down into the grass as well. 

“Oh Zenko, I’m so sorry.” At hearing her brother’s voice, the girl leaves your arms and falls into his, sniffling against his shoulder as she shivers. 

You watch the scene with an unreadable expression, not even flinching at the feeling of a hand dropping to your shoulder. “YN-”

“Don’t.” Your hiss catches Badd’s attention too, peering up from the hug to watch you shake your head. 

“I don’t want to see either of you ever again.” 

Garou’s nostrils flare while Badd hugs his sister tighter, clenching his eyes closed at the words. It’s what they deserved. 

“YN, that’s-”

“Just leave me alone.”

Months pass, four to be specific. 

Metal Bat watches through your apartment window from the rooftop, bat slung over his shoulders as he watches you sleep on your living room couch. 

“Did you get the house?” The voice’s owner had snuck up behind him, but Badd doesn’t flinch. 

“Yeah. It’s back in City Z. The place is practically abandoned, so no one will find it.”

“Good.” Garou finally saddles up beside Metal Bat, eyes softening at the sight of you.

They can’t help but think back to a few weeks ago when you had finally agreed to meet up with them. 

“You have to choose, YN.” Garou sneers at the hero next to him.

“No, I don’t.” Even folding your arms and gritting your teeth at them, you were beautiful. “You guys are- were my friends, but that was it.”

“That’s a goddamn lie,” Badd spits, stepping closer only to halt when you flinch away. He hated that look of disdain your eyes had adopted for him over the past month. 

“Who do you want, YN?” Garou insists, just barely stopping himself from reaching for your hand. 

A minute of painstaking silence feels more like a minute as you glare at both of them. “Okay,” you shrug at last, relief flooding their bodies when you speak up. 

“I don’t want either of you. Now leave me alone like I asked.”

A compromise had been struck that night. You couldn’t choose between them, they couldn’t let you go, and both wanted to ensure you would never move on and find someone else. 

“All right. It’s midnight. We only have a few hours to get everything she has before the sun comes up.”

“You brought the chloroform, right?”

“Psh, of course I did. I’m not an idiot.” 

“Okay, then let’s do this.” 

They both loved you, so, so much darling. Now, don’t fight them, and they’ll make you happy for the rest of your life.

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I totally agree there needs to be more YANDERE! Daichi and YANDERE! Suga x Reader like ?!?!??! IMAGINE THE POSSIBILITIES AKDKAJFKSNJFDJ I practically screamed when I realized the plot twist literally went like "GENIUS!!! FUCKING GENIUS"

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I’m just thinking about the cuddles from these bois and they got me kinda ✨funny✨

Nah but really, just imagine when they get jealous.

If it’s soft yandere, you’re just talking to a boy and daichi slips between you and him, making up an excuse or threatening him that if he ever talks to you again, he’ll [REDACTED]. Meanwhile, suga’s just dragging you away with a pout. “I can’t believe you were talking to that boy. What if he tried something on you? We would never forgive ourselves for letting something like that happen.” Daichi comes jogging after you later and wrapping an arm around your shoulder, Sugawara moving accordingly and winding an arm around your waist. They’re almost suffocating with all the heat, but they don’t seem to mind one bit. “Sorry if you don’t like it, baby, but we just get a little jealous when you’re around other guys, that’s all.”

If it’s hard yandere, once again you’re talking to another boy. You’re laughing, he’s laughing, then suddenly your being slammed against the nearest wall with an eyeful of pissed Sugawara. You hear grunts, and with fearful eyes you peer over his shoulder to see daichi slamming his fist against the boy’s jaw, kicking and beating and pounding on the guy in any way possible. Suddenly your chin is tugged back to face Suga head on, reluctantly meeting his furious gaze. “Look what happens when you talk to other boys yn.” Every scream of pain from over his shoulder rips a wave of fear through you, leaving you trembling in his hands. “We get jealous, and you really shouldn’t do that to us, should you?” You don’t respond for a second, and Suga grips your chin bruisingly tight. “Should you?” It hurts, so so bad. Bad enough that you hastily nod and whimper in relief when he releases you. “Good,” his rough hand returns to your body, this time latched onto your wrist. “We’re going home.” With one large yank, you’re stumbling after him, but he stops to call out to his partner in crime. “Daichi.” “Hmm?” “Our dear little yn needs a lesson on not talking to other boys. Obviously, we need to teach her that she’s only ours again. You comin’?” Daichi’s mouth curls into a smirk. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He rises off the boy and steps over to join you, leaving behind what somehow was a body lying in a puddle of blood. His hand was soaked as he captured your own, forcefully intertwining your fingers with his. “Bad girls like you deserve to be punished yn. Don’t try to cry your way out of it this time. Our darling needs to learn the only place she belongs is by our side.”

I love your yandere headcanons! I was wondering if you could do yandere headcanons for Ushijima from Haikyuu; they could be an extension of that one Ushijima scenario you did where he’s kidnapped the reader!

Yandere Ushijima Headcanons

*GIF not mine*

A/N: Goddamnit, I know this could be better, but I’m glad you’ve liked the others so far! This one’s a bit rambly, but I rly hope it was what you’re looking for. Enjoy! (Side note: Farmer Ushijima is canon, dang nabbit 😤)

Word count: 1236

I know y’all ain’t surprised, but Ushijima’s kind of oblivious as to how to go about all of this after he finds out he’s in love.

Just gonna say, he totally brought you up to the team, talking about how he likes you a lot and stuff. Shirabu’s like “ask her on a date” and Tendou’s like “bro just kidnap her.”

So he kidnaps you.

The only reason Ushijima would have to go as far as kidnapping you is if he’s truly whipped. We’re talking like “kill everyone around you” whipped. 

He doesn’t really murder people, of course. That’s too much time spent away from you and volleyball.

And yeah sure, you’re right up there with volleyball when it comes to priorities in his life, but Ushijima really hates to compare. There are times where he’ll leave you locked up in the apartment while he goes out to play a game, but there are also times where he will skip practice just to hold you in his arms a bit longer. 

Let’s see, how do I say this…? He thinks you’re okay with this.

Honestly! We’ve all seen how Ushijima handles Oikawa. He strongly believes Oikawa would be happier at Shiratorizawa, so of course he believes that as soon as you live in his home, you’re happy as a clam. 

‘Cause let’s be honest-- as the love of your life, Ushijima knows what’s best for you.

All right, let’s do a lil recap: Ushijima falls for you, kidnaps you, and keeps you in his apartment without ever allowing you to leave. 

In the first week you’re in his home, you’re free to roam wherever, but the doors and windows are heavily locked up. 

By the second week you’re in his house, you’re tied up in your own room, shackled to the bed and only allowed to travel as far as your personal bathroom. After ten failed escape-attempts, Ushijima almost lost his cool, so he figured keeping you in one place would keep his mind at ease. 

This is a known fact, but yandere Ushijima is possessive af. Before he kidnapped you, he would almost explode at the way you interacted with other people. God, you used to act like you didn’t know you were his. It pissed him off so much. 

Speaking of, let’s talk about punishments. 

Spankings

Spankings

Spankings

… yeah🤷‍♀️

Goddamn, it’s true. He makes you count them out loud and everything because he just loves the way your voice rises in pitch the longer it drags on. 

He’s not cruel, though. Part of him is human and does realize that you’ll need time for recovery, so he keeps lotion on hand just for that occasion. You’re still squirming across his lap while he does so, but after one last *WHAM* to dat ass, you know to keep still. 

Yeah, so uh… you can’t sit for a few days after that, and holy hot damn does that shit leave marks. 

There are times where Ushijima just passes you through the halls in his apartment and he’ll just stop you with his hands on your hips and lift up his shirt that he makes you wear. Slowly, he’ll run his fingers over the large, hand-shaped splotches of purple, red, and blue, allowing a small smile to grow on his face. 

“I like seeing my marks on you, beautiful.”

When you’re especially rowdy, Ushijima has no qualms about tying you to his bed and leaving you there for a few days. At nights, he’ll curl up around you and go to sleep, hugging you like his favorite pillow. In the mornings, he’s not afraid to get naked in front of you, changing without a care in the world while you curse yourself for actually being attracted to such a horrible person. 

Most days, Ushijima likes to feed you by hand. I’m serious, y’all. He googled it online and found that “feeding each other food is a sign of love and trust.” 

“Interesting.”

After that, he’ll track you down in the house and straddle you right in the middle of your chest so you can’t move. There’s a plate of food in one hand and chopsticks in the other, and he’ll just hold out a bite of food to you and be like “Open.”

Part of him likes the idea that this is what normal couples do, but deep down Ushijima knows he loves this because he likes when you have to depend on him for even the most basic things. Little stuff like that makes him feel like he’s the one giving your life purpose. 

And shit, does he like that you might believe your life revolves around him. It’s all about reciprocity with this dude. 

Umm okay, lemme just switch this back to headcanons for a sec: 

He doesn’t seem it, but Ushijima’s a very physical lover. Hand-holding, hugging, kissing, you name it. More than anything, he’s just addicted to the feeling of you against him. 

He doesn’t tell you he loves you often. Some days, he won’t even talk to you, maybe just little greetings when he comes home from school and such. 

If you ever accidentally hurt yourself in the house, Ushijima won’t go bonkers like you might hope. Instead, he just shakes his head and takes you to the bathroom, silently grumbling that you should be more careful while he helps you wrap the injury. 

If I’m honest, I do think Ushijima is the type of guy to force himself on you. Yep, you read right. While it doesn’t happen often because his libido isn’t that wild, if he wants you, he gets you. Of course, there are days where you’re more whiny and wanting than others, but the days that you’re not, he’ll just chalk up to you being as silent in bed as he is.

Holy fuck, could you imagine those grunts??

He’s not the most sexually demanding of all yanderes, but he still has needs like any other guy his age. Ushijima will never use sex as a punishment, though. I really don’t think he’s not the type that’ll “fuck you into submission.” That’s for more horny yanderes. 

Instead, I think Ushijima treasures the time he does it with you. With this one, it’s “making love,” honey. Like I said earlier, he’s very physical with you. Of course, it’ll be rough and hard, but you are still the love of his life. His cum dumpster? Maybe some days, but his beautiful lover all the same. 

With sex, it’s either for stress relief or wanting to feel you. Really, it probably only happens like once a month, tho. 

Ushijima doesn’t ask for much in return when he shows you his love. The rules with him are quite simple. 

1. If he wants to touch you, let him.

2. Don’t escape. He will find you.

This big boi just wants to love you and only you, and he expects you to feel the same. Really though, he understands if it’ll take you some time. 

Just… don’t test his patience too much, yeah? You’ve gotta start a family soon so the kids can tend to the farm🤠

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A Cut Above the Rest (Sugawara x Reader) *Request*

*GIF not mine* 

Summary: At the Shiratorizawa vs Karasuno game, it breaks your heart to see Sugawara get so excited by Kiyoko’s touch. After a long day of the silent treatment, your boyfriend must show you just how much more you affect him than any other girl around.

A/N: Honestly, this ended up better than I thought. Sorry it took me a while, and I’m not gonna lie, the other requests are probably gonna take just as long. My life is just a little sucky right now, so please have some patience. Still, hope you like it!

Word count: 2923

        Sugawara and Kiyoko were close-- they were friends, after all. But seeing him blush after she held his hands during a volleyball game was too much. 

        The sight of it made your stomach churn. His face was completely red as he jerked his hands away with a shout before bobbing and weaving the others. 

        “It’s mine! Get your own!”

        You could hear him from all the way in the stands, and there was no way the cameras hadn’t caught some of it. 

        The game against Shiratorizawa was possibly your boyfriend’s last game ever, and he had begged and begged you to come and watch. Of course, you had agreed without much coaxing, but now, all you wanted to do was go home. 

        Deep in your chest, your heart twinged. When was the last time Sugwara had ever been so aggressive over your touch like that? You couldn’t remember. Part of you felt alienated the instant it happened. 

        They’re just friends.

        Kiyoko’s not the kind of girl to do that.

        Koushi would never hurt me like that. 

        I’m not jealous. I’m not jealous. I’m not… 

        Was there really a point in lying to yourself? No, the answer is no. 

        The bitter taste of betrayal slapped you in the face the moment Sugawara had fought so hard to hide Kiyoko’s contact from another’s touch. Maybe your touch just wasn’t as precious to him. 

        Maybe… maybe Sugawara actually wanted Kiyoko. It wouldn’t be the first time someone had found her more attractive over you. The girl could wear shoes made of dog dookie and boys would still kiss the floor beneath her feet.

        But your sweet, loyal boyfriend was the last person you ever expected to jump on that bandwagon when he was in a relationship. 

        It hurt. Plain and simple. Your heart clenched and your stomach tightened and all you wanted was space, space, space. 

        So when Sugawara jogged onto the court for the fifth and final set of what could’ve been his last game, he glanced into the stands with an excited grin to see… no one. 

        “Where’s YN?”

                                ~~~

        The next day at school was hard, but ignoring Sugawara was even harder. Though he wasn’t in your class as you were only a second year, it seemed like he was everywhere, all at once. 

        Every corner you turned, he was there. Each class you passed, he was inside, asking a question you already knew the answer to.

        I’m right here, I just don’t want you to see me.

        A majority of it was just pure pettiness, but the last little inkling was fear. After avoiding him for so long, you still weren’t sure you could keep it together once he finally caught up to you. 

        Last night, your phone was blown up with texts, every one of them inquisitive. 

        “Did you hear we won our game?”

        “Where did you go?”

        “Are you gonna answer me?”

        “Did something happen?”

        “Are you okay?” 

        You didn’t answer a single one of them, instead choosing the age-old tradition of a silent treatment. 

        Lunch was the hardest. You always ate with Sugawara out in the courtyard under your favorite tree. Your back would rest against his chest and you would feed him part of your lunch, him always returning the favor. 

        So you couldn’t help but feel a little guilty while you nibbled on a chip, watching from your desk in a classroom on the second level of the school as Sugawara bolted out into the courtyard. His gray head of hair hung low as he made his way back inside the second he noticed you weren’t there. He shoved his hands into his pockets and lowered his gaze, observing his shoes as he scuffed them with every step.

        You weren’t an evil bitch-- why would seeing him like that not hurt you? It was just… you couldn’t forget his look of pure awe as Kiyoko touched him, like he had just been blessed by a goddess. 

        You knew you were nothing special. No matter how many times Sugawara told you that was wrong, you just knew it. But a part of you still wanted to believe that Sugawara had meant what he said all those times. 

                                ~~~

        “YN, open up!”

        A fist pounded on your door with hefty conviction. It hadn’t backed down for the past twenty minutes, and honestly, it seemed like it never would. 

        “I know you’re home, YN! Please, just answer the door!”

        With parents still at work, you were all alone at the house. There were no school projects or assignments, no homework or work-work; it was one of those few days in a year you would use to go to your boyfriend’s house and “study.”

        “I’m not leaving until you let me in, YN!” 

        After ignoring him all day at school, you knew you wouldn’t be off the hook for long. Sugawara always worried about you like this. There wasn’t a day gone by that you two hadn’t at least contacted each other via phone, so there was no doubt he knew something was up. 

        But you stayed put on the living room couch, wrapped up in a blanket and hugging yourself while trying to convince yourself the tears were just allergies. 

        “YN!”

        There was a saddened whine in his voice, like a hint of desperation. 

        You wondered if he was hurting like you. Would he be as jealous if you acted that way with somebody else? Would it pain him to see you blush and value another boy’s touch? Would he even care?

        Or were you just being childish?

        In every relationship lies one secret insecurity. One person’s more attractive, another’s skinnier, another’s taller. Another may be smarter or another may have a more stable life. There’s always a possible hamartia. And yours?

        Sugawara was older than you. 

        He never treated you like a child, though he had that habit. His friend group was all older, and yours, of course, was younger. 

        It was only a year, but in high school, that made all the difference. Girls his age, in his class, always spending time around him were bound to go after him at some point. At least, that’s what you always assumed. You’ve never told Sugawara any of it-- of your fears that there was another girl who he talked to that one day might just peel him right from your grasp-- you didn’t want him to think you were being childishly insecure. 

        And so, seeing Sugawara with Kiyoko made your volcano of unease erupt. 

        “YN, please!”

        But you didn’t want to lose him. God, you really didn’t want to let him go. He was kind and loving and made you feel things you’d never felt before. 

        “Hey.”

        So you slithered out of your nest of blankets and opened the door. 

        In a word, he looked disheveled. His hair stuck up in every which way, unkempt tufts barely catching the light of your porch. His hand, still frozen in the air to keep knocking, shook in place. But what most rattled you to your core was his face. 

        He looked… scared. If you didn’t know any better, you might’ve thought a murderer was after him. The cold of what was eight p.m. in March had bitten his cheeks and nose to a nice pink color. Angry lines framed worried, hazel eyes that widened at the sight of you. Or more, the tear streaks you had failed to hide. 

        “YN,” he sounded winded, “what happened?” 

        Now. Right now was the moment you had been dreading. Unloading all of your personal insecurities onto another person was quite possibly the hardest thing to do, mostly because you knew nothing could be done about it. 

        “I…” The words were trapped, caught in your throat in a nasty combination of crap you could only hack up in the form of a sob. “I, um.” And that’s all you could say. 

        For a solid two minutes, Sugawara waited patiently for nothing. His brows rose in a gesture of take your time, but after seeing your lips stay zipped instead of opening and closing with the possibility of words, he must’ve gotten the hint. 

        He nodded then pursed his lips. “Okay then. Why don’t we… well, come with me. I want to show you something.”

        Without another word, he snagged your hand and tugged you out of your house before closing the door. 

        “Maybe you can tell me what’s up once we’re there.”

                                ~~~

        The drive wasn’t long, but by the time it was over, Sugawara’s headlights and the moon were the only lights around. 

        The local park sign greeted you once he helped you out of his car, closing the door for you before grabbing your hand and leading you away. 

        You were surprised at how warm his fingers were when they intertwined with your own, flexing against yours out of habit while Sugawara tugged you around. 

        “There,” he muttered under his breath, leading you right to the thickest oak tree around. The trees were few and far between in the clearing where you two settled, and just barely in the distance could you see the plastic playground of the city. 

        “Come on.” After taking a seat against the rough trunk, he pulled you down into his lap with a soft smile. Like always, your back leaned into his front, which worked as a heater in the slight breeze of the night. His hands wound around your waist and hugged you flush against him with not even an inch to spare. Both of your guys' legs lay straight out, his just outside your own but pushing them close enough together that one almost sat on top of the other. 

        Instinctively, your hands relaxed down onto his thighs, and you finally let yourself relax back into his form. 

        The silence was nice and peaceful. For a moment, you forgot why he had even brought you there. When you truly let go and wound your arms up behind Sugawara’s neck, he decided to break it. 

        “So… do you want to talk about it?”

        Not really, but you knew you had to. Tonight, you just wanted this undisturbed moment with him. You just wanted to listen to the trees rustle and the crickets chirp, all with him by your side. But you knew that if you wanted more moments like this, you had to start talking. 

        “Koushi,” you sighed and shook your head, “yesterday, at… at the game, right?”

        “Yeah?”

        “You and Kiyoko got really, um, really close.” You could feel him suck in a breath, but he let it out slowly before humming for you to continue. 

        “I think I see where this is going.” 

        You weren’t sure what to make of that response, so you kept speaking. “You held hands and-- God, I feel so stupid, but it made me kind of… jealous.” 

        “And that’s why you ignored me all day?”

        Out loud, it sounded ridiculous-- ridiculous and foolish. So why did the memory of them still hurt?

        “Yeah. Basically.” 

        You wanted to say more. You wanted to explode and confess, just let loose of all the feelings you’ve kept rammed up for months of being with him, but you just didn’t want to run the risk of losing him. 

        You loved him. At least, you think you did. It’s only been so many months, but when he wasn’t around, you missed him, and when he was around, your heart raced with excitement. Seeing him with Kiyoko almost made it look like things were one-sided. 

        “Kiyoko and I are just friends.” 

        A log broke away from the dam in your chest, increasing your need to let loose. 

        “Yeah, I know.” Your voice was tight, and there was no chance Sugawara hadn’t heard it. His fingers started dancing along your stomach, slipping up your shirt only so far as the skin below your belly button before splaying along the hot flesh. 

        “YN, I know you’re still not telling me something. Please, you can talk to me. I’m your boyfriend, and I’m here for you.” 

        The level of comfort those words held, Sugawara had no idea. Your heart fluttered at just their meaning. Someone was there for you, and they wanted to listen.

        So you spoke.

        “I just,” you didn’t know why, but your eyes began to burn with tears, “I know I’m not that girl, you know? The one that everybody would love to talk to and stops and stares at. The one that people would kill to touch or smell or something. And I know that’s weird or selfish, but God, I just hated seeing you with a girl like that.”

        “YN-”

        “Kiyoko’s perfect,” you continued, throat constricting the more you choked out. “I know that. Everyone loves her and wants her, but…” The first salty trail paved its way down your cheek. “Koushi, I want to be that girl sometimes. It’s gonna sound vain, but I really wanted to be that girl to you. But maybe I needed to be knocked down a peg like that.”

        “YN!” His voice rose and cracked, and his forehead dropped to your shoulder. “Please, please don’t think those things about yourself. Please.” With an open-mouthed kiss to your neck, he shook his head. “I don’t want the girl I love thinking these things. I want you to be happy. I want to make you happy. You must not see it, but you’re that girl to me all the time.”

        Another kiss, this one sloppier as he bit back his own tears. 

        “Koushi-”

        “I hate making a fool of myself in front of you.” Kiss. “I hate how I still feel like a little schoolboy whenever I see you.” Kiss. “Fuck, I mean, my hands shake and my heart flutters and I just know my damn palms are sweating but I still want to hold you.” Kiss. “And YN, when I hold you, I can’t even think straight.” His entire back has curled in over your form like a shield. “My heart just pounds like crazy and I feel so stupid because I keep thinking that we’ve been together for so long and I still get so excited to see you, like a damn toddler on Christmas.” 

        The two hands under your shirt travel to your sides so Sugawara can turn you in his lap until you’re facing him head on. Then they peel away and cup your face, fingers stroking the skin while Sugawara stares at you with what could only be described as pure love in his eyes. 

        Just the sight of it robs the air from your chest. Breathless couldn’t describe it, but a rush of elation could. Your stomach twinged with excitement as you swallowed up the unfiltered allegiance Sugawara was swearing to you with his soft, hazel eyes. 

        “YN, I can’t believe you thought anybody else could make me feel something more than you.” A thumb brushes over your lips while he shakes his head. “You must be blind.” 

        When your hands reach up to tangle into his hair, he only allows one of them to complete the trip. The other, meanwhile, is caught by the wrist. Sugawara leads your hand to his chest, pressing your palm flat against the space hiding his heart. 

        “Can you feel it?” You do. His heart is pounding, much like your own. The speed and force of each thump under your palm has you leaning your cheek into his other hand. “There’s that smile I love so much.” His thumb runs over your upturned lips once more, and you can’t help but blush. 

        “Koushi.”

        “Hmm?” His eyes are still locked on your lips, but they slam shut once you pull him into a kiss. A moan escapes his throat at the feeling. It’s passionate and thankful and loving. It washes your worries away and has you confront the warm, soft truth: you’re in love with him, and that’s what matters. You’re urged to separate only for a truly desperate need of air, and even then the distance between you barely grows.

        His hot breath warms your cheeks as he dips his forehead against yours, dropping his hands to wrap your legs around his waist. Fingers massage the flesh of your thighs as he keeps his eyes closed, lips searching for yours once again only to be stopped by a giggle. His eyes flash open at the sound, crinkling at the corners when his mouth curls into a confused smile. 

        “What?”

        “Nothing, nothing.” In all honesty, you feel like you're on cloud nine, riding a wave of pure bliss. “It’s just…” your hand pats against his chest, rumpling the white t-shirt he’s wearing. “Your heart’s beating really fast. Maybe we should take a little break.” 

        Sugawara chuckles and leans back against the tree, ducking your face into the crook between his neck and his shoulder with a hand in your hair. 

        “Trust me, princess. When you’re nearby, it always beats this fast.”