now i can't get the idea of oikawa having a literal god complex out of my mind
he makes you grovel at his feet, eyes wide and brimming with tears, knees bruised from the amount of time you've spent kneeling, his hand tilting your chin up and forcing you to look at him. he loves it when you know your place, when you're nice and obedient and subservient, mind blank of everything except of how you can better worship him. it took him a while to get here, but it's beyond worth it.
all he had to do was help you understand how utterly dependent you are on him - whether it's water, food, clothes, or a nice warm bed - these are all things that he can give and take. and if you're good, he's plenty generous. he'll even let you have a taste of his cock, stuffing your throat full as you mumble words of gratitude around his dick. what more could you ask for?
you should be grateful he's a merciful god. someone less kind would've disposed of a worthless little toy like you by now <3