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in the newest addition to the bully bakugo getting humbled series, i present to you...

bully! bakugo who's at your whim and at your mercy as he tries and tries to convince you that he's changed, that he loves you, that he regrets his past and misdeeds.

he's down bad and everyone can see it and most even accepted that he's trying to better himself for you. nonetheless, they're having a blast using you to push him off the edge.

the summer before everyone's freshman year there were numerous goodbye parties.

and at this particular one, he was convinced he was dreaming. or the drinks got to him entirely too much. it was perfect- a night at the beach, everyone around a bonfire playing truth or dare. and by some divine luck, you got dared to give him a lap dance.

he was quick to protest, to tell you that you don't have to, that your friends are crossing the line. but you were drunk and determined. you can do it, of course you can.

they want a show? you'll give them a show. or so you said. in all honesty, some awfully spiteful part of you wanted to give him a show. let's see him act arrogant and mighty when he's at the mercy of your hips.

you were drunk, that's it. that's what both you and bakugo were saying to yourselves to justify this exchange. because neither of you wanted this to stop. and both of you were drunk enough to indulge the excuse.

as soon as you mounted him, wrapping your arms around his neck, he was frozen stiff, afraid he'd wake up. he found his confidence shattered as he felt his body give in to shameless desire. how could he resist?

you were there, scantily clad in a humble swimsuit that didn't seem so risque in the light of day, but here and now it reminded him that it's the only thing between the two of you. the night was chilly as is and he could feel the slight drag of your erect nipples across his chest and honest to god he forgot if he was meant to breathe.

you were grinding against him, straddling him and rolling your body and hips in ways he never thought he'd live to see. but worst of all, he was hard and he was needy and drunk and he couldn't even be embarrassed about his barely contained whines. he couldn't even care about the crowd cheering you on, teasing and laughing.

not when his soul buckled when he noticed your eyes widen in shock once his hips gave in and thrust up to meet with yours.

sure, he should be mortified just how painfully hard he is beneath you, vulnerable for all to see and for you to feel. but who knows if he'll ever again have this blessing.

and some part of you snaps to reality, your face entirely red, but even you noticed how reluctant you were to move. it was the only incentive the blond needed to gently push you down, as if though it was just the two of you.

was it weird he felt oddly proud about the whistles his actions earned?

but as his attention was brought back to you, you could see his gaze soften, as if he were surrendering, "do you really want everyone to see what you've done to me?"

yes.

no.

yes.

maybe?

it's not fair. it's downright sinful and rotten how innocent he looks, how soothing the circles he massages into your sides are. your judgment was clouded. why were you so eager to have him melt into your touch in the first place? what excuse did you have for the shivers going down your spine?

you wanted him like this. having him plead for an ounce of relief after you've turned him into a mess. it was the perfect revenge... then why were you feeling guilty? why did you want this to happen away from prying eyes? why did you want to accept his endless apologies?

"it could be yours," the blond rocked his hips once more, the need too overpowering to resist, "i could be yours."

one of his palms went up to delicately cup your cheek, his thumb grazing your lip. it's not your fault, it was an open invitation. with the gentlest scoff, you brought your teeth down on his digit in a playful manner.

"you are already mine. you're my headache for years now," such a childish taunt made him smile wide, albeit sorrowful, before burying his head in your chest as if in defeat.

he was convinced you'd turn out to be his heartache.

but not even the teasing egging on from your audience could hide the rapid heartbeat you were trying to hide.

that night felt like a dream indeed.

i was having so much fun with this, i would love to hear opinions! thank you for reading❤️

#bnha #mha #x reader #boku no hero academia #bakugo katuski #bakugou x you #imagine #bnha imagine

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a long wait.

Yandere!Aizawa as the sin of sloth. Childhood friends to lovers. Non quirk au.

the weight of other sins was becoming unbearable- aizawa had yearned for his precious best friend for many years, for almost as long as he could remember. envy had him on his knees as he imagined anyone even trying to take you away- and oh, the sting of pride at the very thought of someone else catching your eye. unbearable.

warning: jealous, obssessive aizawa, dirty talk, slight nsfw. reader is slightly under influence but acting on true feelings.

It was a slow poison, his presence in your life. He had no ill intent towards you, even when he realized that he was reborn into the human world.

This was his first mortal life; he never understood why the others reincarnated so often. Perhaps his lack of interest was testament to the sin he unleashed upon the earth. Even though he’d argue it was a blessing for both the humans and the gods.

Without his spark, the grain of sloth within them, mortals would rapidly advance without mercy, perhaps even to challenge the divine.

He’d rather not deal with that.

Except, after enough millennia passed, he too became curious. What is it like to live in modern age? What is it like to have full freedom to partake in all the blessings and sins throughout the world?

Keep reading

#I SUCK AT KEEPING TWO ACCOUNTS #IM SO SORRY

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bakakugo · 1 year

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yandere dabi n shiggy hc for them finding their soulmate after they thought they were a glitch without one?

shigaraki

part of him is upset, livid at the fact you were out there. you were out there, created to be his solace and salvation, and you hadn't bothered to cross his path sooner? had you been by his side as you were supposed to, maybe he wouldn't have suffered as much. why on earth hadn't you sought him out? why on earth did you take a step back as he was about to reach out for you?

he was supposed to hate you, hold you in contempt for neglecting his existence and his hurting. you were the one who was supposed to make it all go away, yet even as the proof of your bond stared at you in the face, you couldn't accept him.

no. no, he finally found you and he's not a glitch and there is a person in this world who was placed here solely to love him. if he could uproot a society, he could gain your heart, there are no means he wouldn't reach for to make it happen.

dabi

for the entirety of his life he was damned and scorned for his shortcomings. the universe turned its back on him so long ago, he hardly ever expected to be rewarded with an everlasting love.

when you finally met, he thought it a dream; one wrong move and he would wake up. but the cold slap of reality never came- only the warm embrace of your arms. and god knows he knew warmth, his body bearing witness- but not like this. soft, comforting, engulfing.

fate looked upon him kindly, this once, and he knew he mustn't hesitate. in a flash, he was on his knees before you as he vowed to keep you safe from the world. and away from it.

#yandere bnha #bnha #yandere shigaraki #yandere dabi #yandere touya

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bakakugo · 1 year

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this entire account has sinfully brilliant art, amazing work!! you capture them so well, your skill is wonderful 🥰

#Haikyuu!!#Satori Tendo

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How did conquer bakugo come to obsess over reader? Was it gradual or all at once? How'd he keep an eye on you if everyone knew his face and the faces of his people?

summary: you would never leave on your own, you loved your home far too much. as long as the smallest part of your heart was buried within your homeland, Bakugo could never have it all for himself.

warnings: some drunk somnophilia, murder, possessive behavior. this is a prequel but can be read as a stand alone.

You couldn't have known, the conqueror was hardly ever associated with his human name. He was known by the curses and insults hurled against him as well as his deeds. The King of Ash. No one dared to utter something so personal as a name lest they summon him. He's a demon, is he not? And a name is an invitation.

So when the gruff stranger offered his hand to you, stating his name he at least expected you to have an inkling of who he is. He never meant to hide his identity.

It just so happens your village had very little contact with the outside world. Ever so often a traveler would wander into it and spin tales of the misfortune they were escaping, the politics of clans and the never ending ambitions of expansion. You were warned against him, against the monster. But all the warnings fell on deaf ears; why would anyone want to attack your home? Your village counted zero warriors and politicians and you lived in tune with nature, away from the rapidly changing outside world. Your people were creators and gatherers- rumors surrounding you were that of how you were the folk of air, nymphs and muses.

You supposed you were poorly versed in war strategies, but there was nothing appealing about your village that would catch the eye of the conqueror.

But even the conqueror was just human.

Curiosity striked him. A place with no conflict, no ambitions and vast abundance? He grew up fighting for everything he had, scraping tooth and nail and his appetite only grew. The range of his reign was ever expanding and it was delicious- his, his, all of it undeniably his.

Not to say it had become dull, but it became repetitive. The more he gained, the more resistance he met- those he brought to their knees weren't happy to stay there and keep him appeased.

It's easy to see how he got tired of it.

So just this once, he took off his armor and sported humble clothing of a wanderor. It's understandable that he wished to get a taste of everything the world had to offer, why shouldn't he take the opportunity to indulge himself and experience peace?

As always though, he got greedy.

You were welcoming once you noticed the blond looking entirely lost- it was silly, but you adored being the first to welcome the travelers and getting to know them. They were so full of stories and experiences, you had so much to learn from them.

Except, this time, the traveler was the one with much to learn. You had grown to love that as well.

You taught him about constellations and the stories of how they came to be, the different types of healing herbs and how to prepare vegetables, you told him how your neighbor loved the milk man's daughter and the village florist felt like a second mom to all the village kids. Above all you taught him about kindness without even realizing it.

You were so effortlessly approachable and sweet, treating him as one of your own. He was enamored with your way of life and in his heart he began to harbor hopes that he'd truly become yours. It only sealed the deal that once you grew comfortable, your wit was unyielding and he found himself laughing over your arguments, how hard headed and strong willed you were.

He knew this was it- this is what his men crowed about when they spoke of their women and how much they missed them. How they felt as if the goddess has blessed them with a gift so perfect that every moment away from them caused an ache in their chest.

You were his match.

He knew this was it.

You sneaked into his corner of the inn at a witching hour, insisting you wanted to show him something. He was certain you could hear his heartbeat in the vast darkness- he could hardly see anything as you guided him through the woods, but the firm grip and the warmth of your hand holding his was enough to make him feel secure.

"We're here!" you exclaimed as you willed him to open his eyes. Fuck.

"Look at you," he uttered breathlessly as he took in the sight of your smile, "You brought the stars to their knees for you."

It was the smoothest of compliments that could cross his smitten mind. It was a jest, but if you tried even the constellations would falter before you.

Your blush ran deep as you shook your head in disapproval, hearty laughter escaping your lips, "Silly! These are fireflies!"

He allowed himself the softness, this tender moment as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. In doing so he closed the acceptable distance between friends as you remained firm, your gazes locked on each other.

"You'll be my firefly."

The blond felt utterly ridiculous, almost as if it was humorous for the heavens to see him so gentle and vulnerable. This was what he's been missing out on all along?

But before the morning came, it all dawned upon him.

He almost forgot who he is. And who he is has no right to hide away in paradise forever.

He fought for everything in his life. Food, shelter, warmth, territory, riches. He would fight for his woman as well. There was no other way to exist, such a belief was rooted too deep within him to be plucked away by a few blissful months.

You would never leave on your own, you loved your home far too much. As long as the smallest part of your heart was buried within your homeland, Bakugo could never have it all for himself.

The warrior within him would have been swift- the scent of ashes clung to him wherever he went for a reason. What's one more town left in flames?

But this was different, this was your home.

This new Bakugo- the one who's heart beat equal part for your happiness and his desire to possess you- had to be patient and cunning.

But patience was never his domain and he could hardly resist laying a soft claim on you. Was there anything wrong with getting a taste of what was soon to be his?

His hunger for you was much like any he ever experienced in his life; uncontrollable.

It was the night you both drank too much and you insisted he slept over at your place. You dozed off entirely too soon, leaving him hot and bothered; you had a man who made it clear was courting you sleep over, yet you dozed off without a care in the world?

You did see him as a man, didn't you?

Enraged at the thought that you didn't consider him as one, he wanted to prove himself. And between his pride, greed and lust, he found himself running his throbbing cock through your slick folds, shivers running down his spine as he felt sparks course through him. If only you were awake- if only you were trailing your hands down his muscular arms and begging him to fill you up and claim you.

For all his greed and lack of impulse control, this isn't how he wanted it. Not truly. He wanted to hear you gasp when he slipped in and the two of you became one. He dreamed of it far too often for you to be asleep for the duration of it.

The blond just had to satisfy himself with feasting on the plush of your thighs as he thrusted his cock through them. You were too drunk to wake, he realized.

But it was not enough, this wasn't enough he needed more-

So you can imagine his displeasure at the sight of a man walking into your home in alarm, pulling Bakugo out of his frenzy. The problem with taking Bakugo away from his meal? His anger would be unrivaled.

The blond glared at the intrudor, not missing how the stranger's horrified gaze lingered for too long at your dripping cunt.

Having seen that, he was already a dead man walking.

"I know who you are," the man spat, almost insulted at the fact Bakugo was lazily getting himself dressed. Why should he hurry? What threat would this farmer even pose?

"What's the King of Ashes doing here, pretending to be docile and preying on our women?!"

Ah. The threat of truth.

The blond's world came crashing down as he on instinct flung the pocket knife towards the intrudors head, the blade landing true and killing him on the spot.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

No wonder he never saw that guy around the village, he clearly returned home from the outside world- Bakugo thought he was recognized as the visitor, not as the conqueror.

Who else knows? Was the idiot truly so brain dead as to come alone without relaying his knowledge onto someone else? The blood was seeping into your floor, he couldn't explain that. He had the time to hide the body, right? And fuck- he was blue balled. He just wanted to fuck you, not get fucked over like this. He had to act quick.

Wait. Why did the man just burst into your house like it was his? Was he your lover?

Fuck. Doesn't matter, he's dead. By the morrow, Bakugo will be your lover and husband. That's all that matters.

First things first, the blond had to call out to Kirishima to gather his best men. By the time the sun rises, this place had to be levelled with the ground or you would never leave with him. You'd rather go down in flames yourself.

Fate was so cruel. Just as he decided he'd take the peaceful option for once.

He made sure to place a kiss upon your forehead before he left.

"I promise I'll return to you safe, my firefly."

continuation at: fine, be a brat

#yandere bnha #yandere bakugo #yandere bakugo x reader #mha #bnha #boku no hero academia

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bakakugo · 2 years

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yandere hero todoroki with a hero gf except he's tired of getting distracted and worried sick if youre in danger or not. he wants you off so he decided to do it by knocking you up🥺 perhaps somno bc he knows you dont want to get pregnant? and he keeps getting hornier bcuz you have no idea and he gets bold with his methods and brrr todoroki discovering breeding kink

summary: He desperately wanted to marry you before having a child, but to do both those things he needed you alive. Which was always at stake whenever you put on your hero costume. So he took the matters into his own hands, hoping you'd be as thrilled with the news as he would be.

You were just too cute. Your cunt was stuffed so full of his cum on a daily basis and here you were, offering him a condom. It made him so hard it hurt. You clueless gem.

warning: yandere shoto, somno, panty stealing pervert shoto before getting into a relationship, stalker, unprotected sex, dub con, creampie, breeding kink, baby trapping

Shoto was tired, gray hairs finding their way amongst his red tresses. You were stressing him out, his concentration in the field had dropped to the point it even affected his ranking. How was he supposed to care about civilians when you were dealing with a villain out of his sight?

He'd turn the whole city to ashes if it meant keeping you safe, and your line of work was making that possibility a more than probable one.

Every night he had to bite his tongue as he inspected the damage you'd suffer. Your body was littered in bruises, cuts and scars- none of which were supposed to be there.

"Fuck, baby, wouldn't you prefer those to be hickies?"

It wasn't the first time he's made a comment like that. After all, he was always trying to lull you into yearning for a civilian life. Into being his housewife, safe and sound away from the horrors and tragedies both of you face daily.

It's not like he was a misogynist. Of course, women can be heroes. They should be. But not his woman.

His wonderful, stubborn, duty bound woman.

Well. Technically, you're his girlfriend. That's all you were. Not due to his lack of trying. You've made sure to reject several of his proposals, no matter how thoughtful and grand he'd make them. And he was so tired.

"That's amazing but there's just no time for a wedding."

Every time. Every. Damn. Time.

Even his patience had its limit, you were supposed to know that. Ah. But you couldn't. Not when he kept you in the dark about all the sacrifices he's made along the way before he convinced you to give your love a chance.

You were always focused on your career, on helping others and completely disregarding your personal life. You never even showed an interest in romance. Then again, who knows, maybe you would have if he never threatened your suitors and burned all traces of them.

For a while he was proud, too. In how diligent and dedicated you were to your noble cause, but after a while he got bored of just observing you. He got bored of only keeping traces of you in form of clothes he'd manage to steal while you weren't looking. Jerking off to the scent of your panties could only satisfy a beast like him for so long, before the traces of your scent became insufficient. Before he needed your soft flesh against his.

Despite everything he was always a spoiled child; what he wanted, he got. You, however, you he deserved.

So much effort went into courting you, especially forcing your supervisors to put you down for missions together. He proved himself reliable and steady and charming- so why were you still denying him the pleasure of starting a family together.

His own was a disaster and he knew the one he'd make with you would be loving and safe. Neither of which is possible if you remained so fucking stubborn.

He was torn. Looking at your sleeping form, curled as your back pressed against his chest. Your ass pressed right against his throbbing cock.

It was innocent at first, he only thought of getting himself off. You were a heavy sleeper, far too exhausted to get woken up. He's used it to his advantage before, back when you were only friends. But a vile thought crossed his mind and in an instant, that thought turned into a plan.

He'd knock you up. You'd be sure to leave the hero world if you got pregnant, that was the most efficient way of making you retire. You'd never let anyone else take care of your child and you'd never ask of him to be the one to step down at his job. His ranking being in the top ten, much higher than yours.

He desperately wanted to marry you before having a child, but to do both those things he needed you alive. Which was always at stake whenever you put on your hero costume.

Shoto couldn't find it in him to feel guilty about what he was about to do. After all, your sex life was rich and accidents happen. Perhaps you were too carless during one of your quickies in public between missions. Perhaps the condom broke when the two of you were drunk and eager.

At the end of the day, isn't it a blessing? A product of your love. And its official seal.

The first time he came inside you, he was gentle. He made love to you. He made love to you despite how insanely difficult it was to keep himself from fucking you like a desperate man. The thought of you swelling with his child was far too arousing. He'd remember that night as the night your future was set. It was a bright one, one no villain could touch.

Part of him took sadistic pleasure in the fact you'd never know about how he claimed you. Filled you up bare as you milked him for all his worth, all the while you kept on dreaming.

He was grateful you were too tired to notice that for several days in a row you'd keep waking up in different panties than the one you went to sleep in.

As always, though, Shoto wanted more. He was craving your mewls and he missed how your body responded to him while you were awake. So he'd grow bolder.

Usually he never condoned alcohol, but he wanted to utilize its properties that night. It turns out he started trying to impregnate you far too close to your period, so it was no wonder it didn't take. But now, you were close enough for your ovulation day for him to succeed.

It was a celebration of your anniversary. Three years of dating. It would be even less if you accepted his offer of marriage, but he chose not to dwell on it. He was no longer fearful you'd leave him if he didn't place a ring on you. Not with a child soon to be on the way.

Wine was poured throughout the night and it most certainly got to you. You were too drunk to notice the male was barely tipsy and that he was pouring his wine into your own cup whenever he got the chance. The smitten expression on his face was just him and his adoration for you.

Once you got to the bed, your cunt dripping with need as you even went as far as to ride his thigh, he was too pleased.

"Ass up, love," it wasn't an unusual request, he loved taking you doggy style. A wonderful sight for him, and the best way to obscure your own, now that he thought about it.

"Mm, wait-" you whispered, what little common sense remaining in your head voicing itself out as you reached for the nightstand, "Put it on, I can't wait, I need you so, so bad, Sho."

If you just dropped your foolish ambition, you wouldn't have to wait. He'd just go in bare and pleasure you until you passed out.

And in that moment, he decided. Another gamble. Would you notice? Would you sober up once you felt his cum spill into you? Well, he could just say he was drunk and made a mistake. He needed you and it clouded his judgment.

"Sho?" you repeated, waving the wrapper at him, "Don't tease me."

"Me? Never. M'only admiring how hot my girl is," his voice was silky smooth as he took the item from your hand. Ah, god.

You were just too cute. Your cunt was stuffed so full of his cum on a daily basis and here you were, offering him a condom. It made him so hard it hurt. You clueless gem.

Your moans were louder than usual as he pounded into you and he felt robbed. All those nights he fucked you raw while you were asleep and these were the noises he could've been getting? You were feeling the difference between raw and wrapped, you had to. You were probably just hoping he wouldn't mention anything. Yes, that's it. Fuck.

He never thought he could get such a rush from risking everything, but this high was too blissful to pass up on. The thrill of knowing you're exhausted and gullible enough to trust him when he comments how you're just extra wet tonight as he further fingers his cum into you. He wanted more nights like these.

Soon enough, you'll fall pregnant and then he would do this without any stupid lies and hiding. He'd have you sing praise to how much better he feels like this, how the pleasure is so much more intense.

And then he could put all of your hero career bullshit aside. You'd finally get married too. You'd finally carry his name and his child.

"I love you, Sho," you whispered as you began dozing off.

His hand was on your lower stomach, wrapped protectively, "Love you two, hun."

#yandere bnha #yandere todoroki #yandere shoto #x reader #yandere todoroki shoto #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha

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bakakugo · 2 years

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mirror,mirror

summary: your intuition was always something to marvel at, but even you were confused when it lead you to abandoned ruins only to come home with an ancient mirror. how were you supposed to know it wasn’t empty?

ft. yandere!dabi as a fire deity sealed away in an old mirror, never to see the light of day again. or so it was supposed to be.

warnings: masturbation, voyeur dabi, jealous dabi. overall pretty tame and sweet for a yandere fic. sexual tension i guess??

You'd always been too curious for your own good. Dabi found that rather endearing; he hadn't expected you to become his main source of entertainment in the prison his soul was forced into, but he's grown rather accustomed to it.

You'd stumbled upon his humble abode by accident. You were just wandering the woods behind your new house and were compelled to explore the majestic ruin that had been partially reclaimed by nature. Had you gone too deep?

You were unaware of it, but there was but a hint of the old world in you. The line was worked thin through years of your ancestors choosing mortals over keeping the magic strong, but your flame never faltered. Of course, he could recognize it. He would always recognize those carrying the gift of his fire.

Like calls to like and you sought out the dark lull of his presence, going beyond all the wards and spells meant to conceal him.

If you knew of the power slumbering in your depths, you certainly threw caution to the wind. There was no reason or logic behind the pull you felt towards the mirror, no explanation behind the excited jolts you experienced once you pulled it away from the sacred ground.

He didn't have to beg nor bargain, the child of the mortals he blessed eons ago saved him. The fire deity refused to think it was because of your keen eye for aesthetic. Amongst all the ruins, all the remains of his reign you chose the mirror he resides in.

To his surprise and perhaps dismay, time passed and you were endearingly plain and simple. Just a girl, a woman. Performing what appeared to be ordinary duties of the modern world, unaware of the ancient presence in your bedroom.

At first it was fun, studying you and learning of your ways. You commanded the fire in you without even knowing it. Your temper was as fickle as a flame in the wind and when your emotions ran high, the temperature would raise to the point it would heat the empty coldness within his residence.

He was stuck in the mirror for what feels like forever, he forgot how charming mortals can be. Humanity in its bare form scratched such an itch in his being, he was subject to the darkest sides of its nature. It was a joy watching you exist.

Dancing to music, pretending the... brush was a... microphone? Television taught him so much and his vocabulary was expending rapidly. Skincare, scrolling, uh- fangirling?

But some parts of humanity were more familiar to him. The primal ones that never change and the ones he never grew tired of.

The first time you put on a show for him, he was surprised and so, so pleased. It would be a lie that he didn't find you tempting, especially in all the modern nightwear you'd prance around in, leaving very little to imagination. His annoyance was only at the fact he could do nothing, except watch and pump his cock in time with your own plunges.

It was laughable. He used to conquer kingdoms and rule armies, commanding attention and respect. And now he was stroking himself to the sight of you edging yourself towards release.

It was bashful but he imagined this is what a young man who's witnessing it for the first time would feel like. Not that he remembers his own first time. It was too long ago.

But almost as if it didn't matter when it came to you. He just wanted to speak to you, make himself known. He wanted to show you all that you are capable of. That he is capable of. In terms of his raw power and how good his tongue would feel on your clit. Fire was his element and passion was his second name.

His frustration was only growing the more time passed. You even attempted to bring some partners to your bed. In front of him.

It might have been cute in the beginning, but you couldn't possibly be so dense as to bring an ominous mirror to your home, one stolen from ruins, and then spreading your legs before it and showing him all your vulnerable sides. You were taunting him. The spitfire you are.

It was the first partner you ever brought home since Dabi started living with you. And he was livid. The deity quickly realized that the seals were weakening- the man you brought home was shivering to his core at the sight of Dabi, his eyes ablaze as anger seeped off its form. He was more than pleased with the reaction he got.

You on the other hand, were beyond confused by the sudden hysteria outbreak. Truly, you weren't in love with the guy but you also didn't expect him to piss his pants and run for his life the second he got to your room. The mirror, was there something wrong with it?

Your fingers delicately brushed against its carvings, smitten with the handiwork. There was something about it that was both so right and incredibly wrong with it. From the moment you laid your eyes on it, you knew you had to possess it.

And Dabi was earning to share the sentiment. He never thought himself jealous, but seeing another caressing you was filthy and disgusting.

You were his salvation and he would be yours.

So when the night of... Halloween (?) came by, he was free to roam however he liked. The seals wore off entirely and he was restored to his true power, away from the chains of the sacred ground.

Amongst the things he learned, Halloween came with costumes and celebrations. You were going out too. In quite the scandalous getup. He could recognize your routine for the nights you'd go out in search of a man. And he was determined to be the one you bring home tonight.

It didn't take him long to you track down, and with some simple slight of hand he managed to obtain some of the monetary currency from strangers in passing. A lot of it.

You could feel your breath hitch and cheeks flare once you locked your eyes with the stunning raven haired male. He was clad in robes and ornaments, various piercings you've never seen before. If your knees gave out any more than they had, you’d have ended up kneeling. Luckily, his strong, warm hands grabbed hold of you in an instant.

"Careful there, firefly," the smile he flashed was so wolfish and confident, you wouldn't believe that he was the one smitten with how luminous your presence was.

"I was perhaps a bit confident with the drinks," you tried to brush off your embarrassment but couldn't stop yourself from staring. He never let go of his hold on you, and you just pressed yourself into his firm form even more. His presence was too tempting.

He seemed like a memory long forgotten, that's now begging to be called back into existence. This was the siren call, the one you felt bring you to the ruins.

"Shame, I thought it was because I'm too handsome. My knees almost gave out when I saw you."

He relished at the sight of you so flustered. By the end of the night you'd be his. After all, it was his turn to press you up against the wall.

#yandere bnha #yandere dabi #yandere touya

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how would bakugo, midoriya and kiri react when their gf asks them to cum inside? theyre yandere bfs but reader doesnt know it

bakugo

bakugo would be a master of pretending it has never occurred to him to finish inside. just the thought of seeing his cum dripping out of you was enough to make him painfully hard.

"oh?" he'd draw it out, as if he's mulling it over, entirely coy in the way he's placing blazing hot kisses down your neck. He knows how much it gets you to melt.

"you sure?" his thrusts would become slow and teasing, but so, so deep. he wasn't sure when he got a license, but he was driving the both of you crazy

"pl-please, ngh- i wanna," at that point you were thrusting your own hips in hope of some friction, "wanna cum with you. together."

well fuck. his resolve was weakening with every passing moment. how could he deny you when you looked so needy for him? for more of him?

damn the teasing, he didn't give a shit anymore. having you beg him to stuff you full was already what dreams were made of. all the waiting has paid off, you were ready to take all that he could give you.

a future, a home, a child. and mind numbing orgasms.

midoriya

midoriya would freeze, switching to using his hands on you to buy himself some time.

"hmmm?" clarification. he needed it, he needed to think.

this was ahead of the plan, this was supposed to be down the line. he didn't even propose yet, would you want to postpone the wedding if you got pregnant? what of your family, would they hate him for knocking you up before marriage? what if they think it's a marriage of necessity instead of love? he worked so hard for their approval, he knew they were important to you, he can't risk losing all that effort that went into winning you over. he really wanted you to be his willingly, he really hoped the depraved side of him yearning for you wouldn't have to use force-

but he also really, really wanted to fuck you full of his cum.

i mean not like you specifically asked for a baby, it was probably a safe day or you had a plan b around. but a risk was a risk. and to him, it was a promise.

"say it again for me, love."

"i want to feel you," heavens, your moan was barely above a whisper, breathy and drowned in the pleasure he was giving you, "i want you to cum inside."

hah. is he really supposed to resist you?

he didn't have to think, anymore. he knew you were ready to give yourself and your future to him. right into his scarred, safe hands. what does it matter the plan is slightly out of order?

kirishima

it was game over, he had cum in an instant as soon as he heard you moan out the plea.

he's the type of yandere who wouldn't give any thought at all to the fact that if you do get pregnant, there would be a real baby on the way. the one he'd need money, time and patience for.

all he cared about, in that moment and honestly any other, is finding ways to bond you for life. it just so happens that you swelling with his child is the best one.

so when he heard you blissfully asking for what he was desperate to give, of course his reaction was overjoyed to the point his body reacted first

his former confidence would crash into bits, he'd be a stuttering mess afterwards. he finished so fast, on demand, without even getting you to orgasm.

"m'not done," his whisper was husky and his cheeks a blazing red, "not even close."

he'd just fuck his cum into you further and get you to beg him for it.

#yandere #yandere bnha #yandere bakugo #yandere midoriya #yandere kirishima #x reader

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bakakugo · 2 years

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here's what i've been up to since being banned! i lost hope i'd get my account back, now i gotta think what to do with two of em hahaha

masterlist

warning: most my works are yandere and dark, make sure to read the warnings on the actual post to make sure if the content agrees with you.

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA

bakugo

one night is all it takes: you were drunk, he was enamored. and sure, the alcohol won’t last, but the consequences of the passionate night you had will. now that he’s got a claim on you, he’d be damned if he lets you abandon him.

fine, be a brat: conqueror bakugo doesn’t appreciate it when his future woman lies about being pregnant with another man, just to spite him.

hc for when his darling is actually carrying another man’s child

dabi

keep an eye out: he possessed the doll as a means to hide, but now that he’s found you, you were to be his little plaything.

soft smitten dabi who adores the reader

shigaraki

at least pretend: vampire shigaraki. he tried to be sweet. you just had to ruin it by moaning another man’s name.

JUJUTSU KAISEN

nanami

hc for naughty and sweet gifts for him

gojo

hc for yandere gojo who finally impregnated his darling but its the exact opposite of what he wanted?

#masterlist #yandere bnha #yandere jujutsu kaisen

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bakakugo · 2 years

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omG I'VE BEEN UNSHADOWBANNED IM SO STOKED OH MY GOD

hi eVERYBODY I MISSED YOU😭😭

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NajdksKnzns your tags made my day, that was so sweet and im really happy you enjoyed my writing so much 😭❤️ you're an angel!

i love the greek gods au, any ideas on dyonysus hawks? nsfw is appreciated

warning; yandere! hawks, female reader, delusional hawks, dubcon, lowkey hypnosis, betrayal of trust, blowjob, spanking, degradation, praise, sex

dionysus, god of wine.

you caught his eye by surprise and his hand on purpose. it was just another night he spent, drunk out of his mind as he gave into the weaknesses of his mortal form; watching humans experience the bliss he's supposed to embody made him jealous far too often.

it wasn’t the first time he willingly gave into the influence of alcohol, but it was the first time that he suffered such heavy consequences. even he has his limits, huh?

much to his surprise, you nursed him back to health with minimal complaints. despite the fact that he was a complete stranger, you had very little reserves when it came to scolding him. he’d grumble about it. of course he would, you didn't seem to go any easier on him even though you knew his head was spinning.

"you're the one who chose to help me," he pointed out, seating himself dangerously close to you. you were a cute thing, he noted once your cheeks reddened in response to his face nearing yours.

"you're the one who begged me not to leave you alone,” it was spoken with an indignant huff.

ah. even alcohol couldn't erase the feeling of loneliness.

the blond made sure to apologize but you didn't seem too inconvenienced with his presence, you even offered him to stay for the day. he'd go as far as to say that you'd found him amusing; it didn't take him long to return the sentiment as soon as the room stopped spinning.

your lifestyle was humble at best, but even so you were endlessly generous. he was touched- he didn’t need nourishment per se, but when he rejected one of your offers his heart broke at your crestfallen expression. to hell with it, he’d let you spoil him if it meant that much to you.

days went by and he spent more of his time with you than any of his old past times. just doing chores was better than a night in the bar when it was with you. the blond couldn’t help but marvel at how clueless you were- there was a god following your every whim besides you each day and you had no idea.

who knows, maybe the fates were playing a joke on him. he always had the pleasure of being a taker, but providing for you made him swell with pride- as if this was the true order. what he was meant for. the only right way to describe it was as a pull stronger than any addiction he's ever had under his command.

it was endearing, at first. the way he couldn't stop himself from coming back, simply basking in the sun with you and talking until his voice gave out. it kept him on edge. this taunting distance that he had to keep despite the strings pulling him in closer and closer. should he consider it as a game of endurance? what would happen if he gave in?

after all, he saw you as a woman and he knew you saw him as a man. and that's exactly where the torture began.

he enjoyed his time with you way too much to let you leave once you learn of his divinity. for once, the connection he's built with someone is genuine and pure and precious. he'd crack the skies open if it meant keeping you by his side. he could bargain for your immortality, he could place a drop of divinity within you that would ensure your eternity by his side. and you’d hate him for it.

you were enamored with the simplicity of life and the lack of expectations weighing you down. perhaps his jealousy was the reason he wanted to take it away from you. the two of you could suffer your loss for eternity, but it would no longer be torture, for neither of you would be alone anymore. you could forgive him, right? you’d quite literally have all the time in the universe to forgive him- that is, if he ever lets you realize what he’s done to you.

he’s spent his fair share of his existence unable to get what he wants, and now that he has the means and the opportunity to get it, he wasn’t about to pass it up.

it would be a slow process. he’d still have a soft spot for you and the affection you offer up his way. after all, his heavenly heritage was nothing when he turned into a mere man before you. he wasn't supposed to be such easy pray for your charms, but what does pride have to do with it when he's so blatantly in love that he'd walk through fire to get to you?

it pained him that he had to resort to drastic measures, to slipping visions of the heaps of pleasure you'd feel with him as time went on. the more that he let his divinity shine, the more you'd grow addicted. you were growing drunk on his presence and soon it will be irreversible; being away from him would strip you of the greatest joy you've ever felt. wasn’t it cruel that you’d done the same to him without any powers involved?

hawks knew humans were greedy and no matter how much your pure heart could resist, it will be no match for his abilities. you're not stupid, no. after all, his little dove knows exactly how much better it would feel to beg for him and give in to the passion you're trying to deny. what's been holding you back, anyways?

there would be moments where he’d cave. he’d let his own greed slip out, just barely.

you’d grow slowly insane. doesn’t he know what he’s doing to you when his hands graze your lower back, or when he toys with you until your cheeks are bright red and you're drowning in the mere pleasure of being the sole recipient of his undivided attention? more. you needed more. and it was insufferable. you needed more before it became even more unbearable, until there was no ounce of innocence holding you back from jumping him in his spot.

he's convinced himself that he was giving you so much time because he's a gentleman, but fuck- the thought of you being desperate for him... it made him weak. and this way he was certain his power aren’t the only reason you're still around. your mind would have time to adjust, to intertwine your own affection for him with the affection he’d plant within you. it would become one and its origin wouldn’t matter when they both desperately lead towards him.

but a day would come that you crack and that day would be the one where he's lost his patience. he'd make sure to take you out to that perfect spot, where there were no people or uninvited guests, just the two of you, a stunning sunset and the overwhelming urge to devour one another after an eternity of pointless waiting.

why did you wait so long? he's yours, he's yours, he's yours. the intoxicating feeling that had your head spinning had you convinced. he's yours. and you were about to become his, beneath the stars.

you were sure you could wait until he was finished with his sentence, but why? there was no time for shaky hands to cup his face, they immediately went for his hair as you crashed your lips against his. words weren’t necessary after that, hawks understood body language just fine.

through eager kisses, desperate ones that were a mess of teeth and yearning, you continued to pounce, immense relief washing you over upon feeling his hands roam your body, as needy as you were all along. fucking finally. the wait was over.

it was almost animalistic the way neither of you cared about the fact that you were outside, soon to be naked and devoured for any trespasser to see. he's made you need him past the point of no return, he didn't give a single shit if anyone came across the two of you. the more people knew that you're his, the better. he was patient enough, he needed you. and god did you need him.

it was humiliating how easily he'd become undone by your tears as you sought for more of him. utterly ridiculous, he thought. there he was, the god of wine absolutely drunk on your relentless hymns sung in his name, regardless of whether they were praises or senseless blabbering as long as they were aimed at him. as long as he was the one creature you couldn't get enough of.

creature indeed. one with claws, fangs and an insatiable need to have you all for himself.

for a god so carefree and easy going, he was anything but when it came to holding his claws sunk deep in you. after all, he loves you. he loves you because you've loved him not knowing of his divinity. the fact you're grasping onto him, insatiable and greedy for more was a result of the pleasure he's shown you, not the promise of eternity that plagued his former lovers. you weren’t going to use him and cast him aside.

needless to say there was not a pang of guilt in sight as he pulled you atop him, rutting into you for the slightest amount of friction. he wanted to drag it out, he wanted this first time to be the most mind blowing experience of your life, but something in your gaze told him you weren’t going to allow him to tease you any more.

with his hands still firm on your hips, he refused to give in so easily. you think you have the right to demand anything of him after how long he’s waited? he spent far too many times soiling his pants after grinding against your sleeping form when he found himself unable to resist. he needed you to be the one to touch him as if your life depended on it.

and so, he’d coo. don't you want to please him? don't you know he’ll worship you afterwards?

but you'd do it anyways, right? you'd do it without him toying with your senses, without him showing you a glimpse of the emptiness you'd feel without him by your side?

he didn’t have much time to wonder before your tongue was dragging itself along his member, your nails digging into his thighs.

with a hiss, the negative thoughts dispersed. of course you would. he's just playing it safe. just in case, you know? he wasn't about to take a chance on you running out on him upon finding out his true nature. no mortal would give into him and risk becoming a victim of the rest of the heavens. the love of one god is followed by the burning hatred of the rest.

“f-fuck, you’re so good to me,” he panted, gathering your hair out of your face most lovingly, “do you have any idea what i’ll do to you as a reward?”

your needy whimper had him by the balls, much like your palm when you gently toyed with them, “you’re not so innocent after all, huh? i didn’t know you were a whore like that.”

his palm came down on your ass, the spank echoing through the valley much like your moan, “no matter. no man can compare to me, don’t you know?”

the male’s actions turned harsher, but remained loving nonetheless. despite the slight change in his demeanor, you continued to pleasure him to the best of your ability before he tugged you by your hair so you could meet his lips.

“my turn.”

was that a threat?

you didn’t have time to think before he pulled you into lap, his thick thighs keeping your legs spread as he kept your back pressed firmly against his chest. His hearty laugh had your pussy aching as his fingers toyed with your clit, “you’re this wet already? i thought i’d have to work for it.”

it was insanely lewd, the way the two of his fingers slipped into you without any need to prepare. you were squirming, trying to catch a break from the waves of pleasure he’s conditioned you to, but with the consistent kisses placed on your neck and the impure thoughts he kept spewing into your ear, you were helpless.

the fact his insanely hard member kept poking at your lower lips whenever he’d thrust upwards wasn’t aiding you in the slightest. what a jerk, you thought, your cheeks tainted with spilled tears as you kept begging him for more.

“please, i’ll do anything,” you tried to nudge his fingers even deeper but he denied you that small kindness, “i- i need you.”

fuck.

if only you knew. if you knew what he's done to you, you'd hate him. you'd lose your trust in him. but even that would be alright, he thought, because he doesn't need your trust as long as he's your faith.

he’s already tossed aside by the others and his domain is considered a joke. hawks. the god of wine and drunks, hasty decisions and truths muttered in dark alleyways. he could easily keep you away from their prying eyes. and he will.

“who am i to deny you, my dove?” he whimpered as he guided your palm towards his twitching cock, “be a good girl for me and put it in, yeah? it’s not like we have an eternity to wait, you know?”

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anybody got any yandere fic recommendations?👀👀

#bnha #bnha smut #yandere #bnha x reader #bnha yandere #boku no hero academia #dabi x reader #mha #mysme #haikyuu #yandere bnha

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bakakugo · 2 years

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Hey I just wanted to say that I’m sorry you sometimes feel discouraged from not getting lots of asks :( that made me sad, idk if you remember but I sent you an ask like a few weeks ago (I think?) saying that you’re alive. I want to send more stuff but I didn’t want to be annoying 😔😭 but please know that you’re a talented writer and your blog is great!! don’t listen to that loser trying to argue w you

Heya! Oh sweetie, you'd never be annoying! I found it really sweet you noticed i was gone🥺 this whole ask had me smiling like a total idiot, it's such a confidence boost! thank you so much for your kindness😍❤️

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