#platonic yandere bakugou

[thecuriousquest]

Hii can i request a platonic yandere bakugo fic where where kastuki where his parents are hosting a foreig exchange student and while there living there kastuki keep trying to get them to refer to him as their brother? Reader is polite but doesn’t interact with them much tyy 💕💕

Have No Fear, Nii-Chan’s Here

Tag List: @issamomma

Warnings: Platonic yandere themes, threats of violence, almost drowning, injury, open wound, blood

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You cross the threshold of the Bakugou household. You came all the way from America to be hosted by them in the foreign exchange student program.

“You really didn’t have to do that. I could have gotten the heavy stuff,” you try to tell Katsuki and his father.

“Shut up. Don’t worry about it. Wouldn’t want your arms falling or anything.”

Grumbling something under your breath about not being weak, you observe that he has a really weird way of showing concern.

“Oh, Katsuki, you can just leave it right there.”

He shoots you a glare before telling you to follow him. “Come on. I’ll show you where your room is.” He takes the other bag from his father and hauls everything up the stairs with ease.

It makes you feel useless as you trail up the steps behind him.

When you reach the room, you look around at it. It’s a spacious room, much bigger than yours at home.

“Look, if you’re gonna be staying here, I don’t want you calling me by my name. I think it would be better if you called me something else.”

You turn to face him with a cocked brow. “What exactly do you want me to call you if not your name?”

“‘Big Brother’. You could also call me ‘Big Bro’, but I like the first one better.”

You giggle a bit until you realize how serious he is. “What? No, I’m not calling you that.”

His expression morphs. His lips are slightly downturned, and his vermillion eyes narrow at you in slits.

“I wasn’t really asking.”

Just then, like a saving grace, his mother’s not-so-angelic voice shrieks for Bakugou to help her with something downstairs.

He rolls his eyes and stalks out of the room with his hands in his pockets. “Lucky you. Don’t think we’re finished with this conversation,” he throws over his shoulder before slamming your door shut behind him.

You can hear him shout behind the barrier to his mother, “WHAT, YOU HAG?!”

You sit down on the bed, pondering about how angry you made him just by disagreeing with the situation. You don’t want to call him your brother because he’s not your family. Your family is at home in America, and right now, you want nothing more than to go back because his cutting glare really bothers you.

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On Friday, you have two weeks left before school starts. Sitting on the couch, flipping through your book for a specific page, you see a hand grab your book and pull it away from you.

“Hey, that’s mine!” you yell as you try to snatch it back from him.

“Shut up, brat. I’m just trying to see what you’re reading.”

When you tire yourself out from trying to get the book back, you cross your arms and pout. “What does it matter to you?”

“Just want to make sure it’s age appropriate. Can’t have you filling your head with garbage. Eh, seems alright for you.” He tosses the book on your lap and takes a seat beside you.

“Katsuki, can you go somewhere else? You’re distracting me.”

Looking at your book, you don’t register his anger until his voice comes out restrained through clenched teeth. “What did I tell you about calling me that? Are you stupid or something?”

“I am not stupid! Don’t you dare ever call me that again. You know what? I’ll just go to my room because you’re obviously not going to go anywhere.”

You try to leave the room, only to have Bakugou grab you by your shoulders and turn you back around to face him. He shoves you against the corner walls, trapping you.

Bakugou raises his hand, but not to strike you. You flinch and squeeze your eyes closed. You keep waiting for a sting on your cheek, a ring in your ear, something painful. However, none of it comes.

Opening your eyes, you see small explosions going off on his palm.

“You see that? Call me by my name again, and I’ll light your ass on fire.”

So, you decided not to call Katsuki anything at all. You decided you wouldn’t even interact with him. Over the next few days, every time he would walk into the room, you would leave. Every conversation he attempts to start with you goes ignored. It infuriates him, but it’s the only way you can manage to get any peace.

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A few days later on Monday, Mitsuki asks if you’d like to go to the community pool with Bakugou sometime during the week.

You smile awkwardly, telling them that you’re not a fan of the pool.

“Oh, really? Why’s that?” She queries.

“Well, I just don’t know how to swim.”

An idea begins to form in his head, and Katsuki wraps an arm around you playfully and says, “Don’t worry, Nii-chan’ll teach you how to swim.”

You smile politely so as not to cause any trouble, but you mentally put your foot down. There’s no way in hell anyone could get you to go swimming.

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Katsuki drags you all the way there. “Quit struggling. It’ll be fun.”

“I don’t want to!” you huff at him as you set your things down on the chair.

“Alright fine. Pout all you want. I’m getting out of this heat.” He dives into the pool.

To you, it actually looks pretty fun. You wish you could swim.

Looking around, you notice that you and Katsuki are the only ones here. It’s inevitable that the adults are at work since it is a regular Tuesday, meaning their kids are probably sleeping in if they’re teenagers or at daycare if they’re too young. You’re only surprised that there isn’t a lifeguard on the clock.

Sitting on the ledge, you watch Katsuki swim. You two even end up chatting for some time. He splashes you playfully, and you laugh while kicking water at him. For the first time since you’ve been at the Bakugou household, you start to relax. Maybe, Katsuki isn’t so bad after all.

He gets out of the pool to get a drink from the vending machine. He turns to you, dripping with water as he grabs some coins from his wallet.

“You want anything?” He asks you.

“No thanks. I brought my water bottle.”

When he comes back, he’s had enough of you being such a scardy cat. With the sole of his foot on your back, he pushes you into the deep end. You struggle to stay afloat, flailing your arms about as you try to gain purchase.

“Katsuki!” You sputter chlorine infused water as your head dips below the surface.

He crouches down. “You want my help? You know what to say.”

How could he do this to you? How could he use something like this to his advantage just to give him a title that’s not even his?! If you want to live, you have to swallow your pride.

“Big Brother, he-help!” Too much water goes into your mouth, and you end up coughing fervently.

He dives into the deep end, wraps an arm around your stomach, swims to the ladder, and helps you out. He pats your back to help you cough up more water.

Once you’re settled and the shock of what just happened wears off, you try to run away from Katsuki. You end up tripping, and a giant abrasion forms along the front of your knee and shin. Crying out in pain, you hold your leg as the throbbing burn takes over. There’s blood spilling from the gash, and you can’t get yourself to breathe through it.

Katsuki picks you up in his arms and carries you the entire way home. Once there, he gets the first aid supplies ready. He fixes up your wound, making sure to treat you with caution.

“Don’t try to run off on me like that again. Kay?”

“Okay, Kat-”

He presses down on your knee with the worst pressure imaginable.

“Okay, Big Brother! I’m sorry, stop!”

He lets go of your leg and leans forward. “Remember that all of this could have been avoided if you had just been good and called me that in the first place.”

Nodding, you can see the scarlet liquid begin to bleed through the gauze. It’s terrifying knowing that one of your hosts did this to you, maybe not directly, but he’s the cause of it. For fuck’s sake, you almost drowned because of him.

He rustles your hair with his fingers in a playful manner before taking his hand away. “If you behave, then we can get along pretty well. If not, well…” He taps your wrapped leg. “You know what can happen.”

It takes a lot for you to utter the words he wants to hear. “Yes, Big Brother.”

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #triggering content #triggering themes #yandere themes #my hero acedamia #boku no hero academia #mha katsuki #bnha katsuki bakugou #yandere katsuki #yandere katsuki bakugou #platonic yandere #yandere big brother #platonic yandere bakugou

[mango-bango-bby]

Hey mango! could I request platonic dad’s kirishima and bakugo with their newborn baby? Like they hold them for first time and spoiling them rotten. 💕

♡ First Meeting ♡

(A/N: Ok, ok, ok, I know I’ve been writing for a lot of platonic KiriBaku right now but like 99% if my requests right now are KiriBaku so I hope you all like it 😭😭)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, platonic yandere, Kiribaku, parents kiribaku, baby/child!reader, fluff 🥺💕

Summary: You are adopted by Kirishima and Bakugou, they meet you for the first time (Platonic!Yan!Bakugou x GN!baby!reader x Platonic!Yan!Kirishima)

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The only sounds in the sterile hospital waiting room was the ticking of a clock. Neither Eijiro nor Katsuki could focus on anything. They had agreed to adopt you from your birth mother once you were born, they already saw you as their child even if you weren’t born yet and you weren’t biologically theirs.

They were just worried, so many complains can happen during birth. Not only that but there was the small worry that your birth mother could suddenly change her mind and not give you away.

“Kirishima-Bakugou’s?” A nurse calls calmly, neither of them had slept in hours but they both sprung their heads up at the nurse.

“The paperwork is all signed, your baby was born healthy” She smiles, both of the men jumping up out of their seats. “What room are they in?” Katsuki asks.

“We’re going to need to keep them here for a few hours just to make sure they’re adjusting okay, we’ll come in every hour and check up on them. Then if a few hours you can take them home. They’re down the hall in room 136” She says, watch both of them hurry off as Eijiro thanks her.

Katsuki is the first one to open the door, you’re in a small bassinet that seems to be convertible. Both of your fathers look over you for a minute.

You’re so tiny, wrapped in a fluffy blanket with a star pattern, with a small hat on your head to keep you warm. “They’re so cute” Eijiro says turning to his husband who turns away with teary eyes.

“Aw, are you crying” Eijiro asks earnestly, Katsuki turning around his eyes slightly red but not watery anymore. “No, I’m good” he says.

You wiggle a bit in your blanket, whining a bit as if you were about to start crying. “I think they could feel that you were emotional” Eijiro jokes, Katsuki picking you up for the first time.

He holds you in his arms looking at your face. You squeeze your eyes together before blinking them open. You look at him then over at Eijiro just looking at them for a bit before closing your eyes, comfortable in Katsuki’s arms.

You were their baby. They knew they were going to protect you no matter what. They can’t wait to bring you home. They can’t wait for you to see the nursery they set up for you. They can’t wait until you’re old enough to play with your toys. They can’t wait for your first steps. They can’t wait for your first steps.

They love you so much already. They’ll love you no matter what, they’ll protect you no matter what.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

#soft yandere #yandere bnha #platonic yandere #yandere kiribaku #yandere kirishima #yandere bakugou #platonic yandere bakugou #platonic yandere x reader #platonic yandere kiribaku

[mha-platonic-yanderes]

Opinions on platonic yandere bakugo with little sibling being a hero? (Kind of like Spider-Man type of vibe where they hid the fact that they were a hero)

I'm assuming you mean more of a vigilante, since if you were a hero, Bakugou would know.

You'd have to do your heroics while he was at school. Luckily, since he lives in the dorms and you do not (his fault, really), it's easy to don on your little costume and help out around the neighborhood.

And your neighborhood thinks it's so cute! Obviously the Bakugous live in some safe, gated community, so you mainly help get cats out of trees and help old ladies cross the street. It's a bit of an open secret on who you really are, but you aren't really breaking any laws because there have been no villains to engage.

Your parents really don't care, as long as you don't get hurt. They think it's sweet. You're jealous of your big brother, aren't you? He's saving the world, being a big and tough hero student and you're just the kid he left behind.

Well, until he incapacitated a general studies student, that is.

It was quick, simple really. All he did was injure enough to scar and bruise, hurt deep down so that they wouldn't dare speak up if they knew who did it and would want to leave absolutely immediately. Because he still finds it outrageous that you didn't get in and he's here to right that wrong.

Let's not mention that you never really wanted to go to U.A. Or be a government sanctioned hero. You just wanted to help your community any way you could while staying away from the brother that made you miserable.

But he sees you in the shitty spandex spider themed costume, saying you're webbing the community back together with a rudimentary support item he has no fucking clue how you got your hands on and instantly realizes how long you two have been apart. Because he would have never let you even attempt this shit.

And as he grabs you, wrapping his arm around your wait and holding on tight, he launches the two of you sky high. Higher and higher until the ground is nothing but a distant memory and you feel like your soaring, but not in the fun way you designed. No, this was freefalling stopped only by an explosion of energy catapulting you into another direction.

He lands onto his balcony of your parents home, mere kilometers away from where you were getting a child's cat out of a tree. And your breathing for your life. Heaving like the air could never be enough to satisfy the pit in your lungs.

"Playing pro hero, are you kiddo?" Katsuki grabs your wrist, squeezing it like a vice, "Want to save people like your big brother, don't you?"

You don't answer. You can barely process what he's saying.

"Quit it, you fucking idiot." He doesn't yell like he usually does. He's angry, but he's quiet. This is him at his most unstable, "I am not going to have some lowlife attack your ass thinking that they can get street points and only realize it's little ol' quirkless you."

Quirklessness. Katsuki's root cause for treating you like this. He's always seen himself as more, better than you and Izuku, all because he has a quirk and you two don't.

Didn't. You remind yourself. Deku's one of your brother's classmates. They were just interning at the same agency with the number one hero. Both of them, with magnificent quirks and you, trying to help the world any way you can.

"I'm taking you to U.A." Katsuki says, "We are going to talk to Nezu and you are going to reapply to U.A. Say that it was stupid of you to intentionally miss all of those questions and that all you want to do is go to school with your big brother, got it."

"How... How do you know about that?" Your breathing is rough. You're still trying to find your footing on solid ground, "Who told you that, Katsuki?"

"It's Kacchan," he says, "don't fucking forget it."

"Kacchan," you breathe, "don't do that again, please."

"I can say the same to you." He drags you into his bedroom, "C'mon. I have to make sure you don't have any injuries and help you study, since you pulled that stunt at the entrance exam."

"Alright, Kacchan." You are dragged behind him and sat carefully upon the edge of his bed, letting him do what he pleases. He always has your best interest at heart, even if you can't see it.

And besides, you'll be in two different courses. How much will you see him anyways?

#mha platonic yanderes #platonic yandere bakugou #yandere bakugou #yandere mha

[lolita-lollipop]

Iron

YANDERE BARBARIAN BAKUGO X READER

The king of the most violent and powerful tribe in the eastern world is captured during battle by a small farmers village. What does a violent man like katsuki bakugo do upon meeting a kind servant girl like you?

WARNINGS: reader gets hurt by villagers (bakugo saves her)

He couldn't remember how long he had been here, he just knew it was cold, dark, unsanitary, and painful. He remembered the battle that put him here, getting shot with a poison-laced arrow, feinting on the field. Heh. imagine it, the great barbarian Bakugo, the children's slayer, the village burner, the soldier slaughterer falling because of one puny arrow from one puny kingdom. When he first had woken up he could feel the slick of his blood under him mixed with the dirt and grime of the cell, he had giant iron cuffs wrapping his wrists and legs, binding him to the floor. He couldn't blame these people, truly, they knew that once he woke up if he were to get out they were all as good as slaughtered.

It was a small stone dungeon, with only a couple of stalls, he occupying one of them. There was a small barred window, along with a wall of iron bars serving as protection from him and the rest of the world. Iron, he hated the stuff, and banned it from his country, it burned him, burned his people. There was a thick, damp smell of blood and rust, a musty smell he could easily recognize as death. He would carve every person in this building up, then burn every building in the village, and he would let the fire spread to their fields and watch as their lives work shrivels up into ash. But for now, He would wait for the perfect time to strike, all he could do was wait really, watch the guard rotation, see which ones were talkative, and which ones were cruel.

Many of the guards would beat him, carve his skin, and watch him bleed, they know of all the gruesome things he has done to so very many people, and supposedly the bastards feel some kind of idiotic vengeance or justice for those people. They would pay in the long run, who exactly do they think they are? he is a king, royalty, the highest of the highest, the strongest too. If he doesn't kill them his people will, they'll see. All the king could do was watch, wait, and plot the splattering of this village.

That was, until you came along.

Little you, in your flowy little skirt that was all torn up, with no shoes and a dirt-covered face. Little you with your oh-so-innocent smile, and your callused hands. Little you with your malnourished body, frail and sickly. Little you, who had no idea who he was. Little you who snuck in when no guard was on duty, a small bowl of soup in your hands, and a cup of water.

“I-im sorry that this is all I have, I know you haven't eaten in a long time I just- I’ll have more tomorrow” you whispered, and he swore he fell in love right then and there, you were too frail, too weak to be giving out food that you surely needed. Yet here you were, shakily handing him the bowl and the cup. He stared at you for a solid second, not even his own mother was this selfless, and you don't even know him. Who were you? You did not seem like aristocracy, too kind, maybe a farmer? Maybe a maid, a servant even.

He hadn't realized how hungry he was, not until the entire bowl and cup were gone, and he was left to stare at you. You were ethereal, dirt-covered and all, your eyes, your hair, your hands, everything, absolutely stunning. You had a look in your eyes. Something hungry and fearful told him that you were not happy, not safe and sound, not as you should be.

“I don't have anything to treat your wound, but- I'm sorry. Nobody should be treated this way, not even prisoners. I'll be back tomorrow, please don't tell the guards that I've done this. They will kill me.” you whispered, cautiously reaching to grab the glassware from his grip, waiting to see if he would snap at you. He didn't, only stared, grunting in response to your plea. You stared back with those sympathetic globes of yours, as if you could see the anger in his soul. Before turning on your heel, and quietly sneaking out of the dungeon room, you gave him one last glance before disappearing.

He was left in the quiet, in the cold, falling head over heels in love with you, a mere human. A peasant at that. Strange. You were too sweet, too kind, you clearly needed the food, clearly were starving and malnourished, yet you still stood here and offered your only food to him, a prisoner of war, you were so sweet. So kind. His people were not like you, they were not soft or sweet, he loved them for it, but you, oh you. You were soft and supple and sweet andso sickeningly kind. He would protect you, he has too.

The next couple of nights went similarly, you sneaking in during the dead hours following midnight with varying foods, sometimes a stale loaf of bread with milk, sometimes some leafy soup and water. He was grateful every time, thankful that he wasn't starving, still burning with absolute rage towards the mere peasants who believed that they could contain him. But you, in the very few days that he had known you, had wormed your way into his heart with your soft hands and pretty smile.

He can just imagine you adorned in stolen jewels and furs, dressed in the finest silk, or better, the clothes of his people. something soft like you, something pretty and supple and shiny and light. Something that reflects you, he would take you out of those rags, clean you up, teach you what luxury truly is. and you wouldnt have to lift a finger. he dreamed about your future everyday that you would visit, asking your favorite color or season or jewel.

That was, until you stopped showing up. No more quiet hours gazing at each other, no more shared food and drink, no more listening to you quietly talk about your life, no more sympathetic glances, no more questions about him from you, no more answers from him. It was like you had disappeared entirely, and back to his old routine of watching and observing the guards had begun once more. He had to admit it kind of hurt, having the only good thing here disappear entirely, he resented this place more, resented you.

He hated you, how could you leave him? You, a servant girl abandoning a king. Funny, hilarious, he sat in a pool of blood and hatred thinking about you, about this town, about the people who put him here, who chained him to the floor and watched him bleed out, this city will burn. And burn and burn and burn and burn and burn, his people would tear it apart until it was nothing but ash and blood-

What tore him out of his internal monologue was a pained scream, but not just anybody, he didn't know anybody in the town, it was yours. With that whispery rasp that you had from overexertion, and that neverending fear that dripped from your tone. He stood up to stare through the small window, only to see you on the ground, surrounded by many people, all bigger and stronger than you, yelling and screaming.

“It's her, the traitor!”

“She has been feeding the enemy, treason, treason I say!”

“She should be beheaded, the traitor.”

You let another scream ring out through the town center as one of the men brought their boot down on your bare foot, he could hear the crunch followed by another scream. The first kick sparked more from other men as they brought their feet down on frail little ou, you slowly reverted into a fetal position, lying in the dirt as they beat you relentlessly. He saw red, crimson blinding him and overflowing all of his senses. How could they? You did nothing, you knew nothing. You were just a sweet, innocent little human who knew no better, who were they to punish you, to beat you so cruelly? You were thin and frail and he could hear each one of your bones cracking and breaking into pieces.

He saw bright ruby red, anger wasn’t the word, absolute rage is a better way to put it.

Red red red red red red red red red

He didn't even realize he had broken from his chains till his legs were moving,

Red

He didn’t even feel the burn of the iron till the bars holding him were bent out of shape and twisted

Red

He didn’t realize they were all dead till his hands were stained with that bright crimson color he loved so much- you guessed it, red

He killed them all, so painfully, knuckles crunching skulls and tearing off limbs, pulling people apart faster than any wolf or bear could even try to. The thrill of freedom mixed with rage and pure anger let him revert to the ways of his homeland, back to the thrilling violence and electrifying feeling of tearing another apart. He enjoyed it, enjoyed tearing them limb from limb and watching them bleed as they had done to him. He cackled as they screamed in terror, relishing in their fear.

You watched deliriously, you had lost too much blood in too short of a time, and you were positive that you had many many broken bones, pain overcame you as you watched the bloodshed in front of you, your vision was blurry and shaking but you could tell that somebody was strong, and enjoying violence. Fear budded in the back of your brain, he was enjoying this, enjoying their pain, he would hurt you just the same, kill you, and relish in it.

You hadn’t known who he was, you swore to the village leaders, swore that you just felt bad for the poor starving man in the dungeons who seemed to gentle and sweet, they hadn’t cared. You were to be burned or drowned or noosed they said. But a death like this, at the hand of a man you had been fooled to be sweet? That was worse. Oh god, oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god you were going to die

Your breath became shallow, both because of what was surely a punctured lung, but also because of the slowly approaching footsteps crunching on the dirt. A small whimper escaped you as the figure towered over you, and your hands came up to shield your face from the blow that was surely to come.

But Instead of a painful ending blow, arms wrapped under you and hoisted you up, you never realized how tall this man was. Naturally, you curled into his warmth and tried not to think about how sticky his hands were with blood. your breath hitched as he squeezed you closer with calloused rough hands. Tears washed down your face, you were quivering, shaking in fear.

“P-please-“ you quivered out. Hand moving up to push him away, your statement had many meanings, to beg for your life, to beg him to put you down, to beg him to leave you and your village alone, to beg him to forgive you. He stared down at you with crimson eyes, a sudden softness overcoming them, more than he thought he could have.

“Don’t you worry baby,

I’ll take good care of ya”

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Cute

Anyway enjoy, I noticed a lack of barbarian bakugo content on here so I figured I would add some fuel to the fire.

Love you all, make sure to have a great day!

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[officialabortive]

Naga!Bakugou x reader

Synopsis: bakugou finds what appears to be an abandoned naga hatchling asleep in his cave. But it has legs?

Here you were, wandering in the thick woods that you found so beautiful. You were completely lost in its beauty, literally. After hours of mindless exploration you found yourself in unknown parts of the woods. Your efforts to find your way back were futile as you only wandered further out. The sun had already set and you grew hungry.

As the sun's warm glow faded away, the cool night air creeped in, chilling you to your very core. Granted, the thick brown cloak you wore was indeed warm, but not warm enough. You need shelter.

Deep howling of wolves rung out through thin air, and the realization of how bad your situation is strikes you. Your slow cautious steps slowly turn to a hurried jog. You need to to find somewhere to stay now.

Tears welled up in your glassy eyes, blurring your vision. But you were still able to spot something despite them.

A cave

This will do. You settle down onto the hard cave floor, holding your cloak tightly closed around your cold body.

You decide it's probably best to simply sleep the night through, trying not to think too much about your rumbling stomach or lack of clean water. 'Don't think about it, just get some rest'

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Bakugou woke to the sound of something scampering around outside his cave, but he thought nothing of it. It was probably just another deer prancing around where it shouldnt be. But the sound got his full attention when its source -whatever it was- entered his cave. The steps echoed, bouncing off the cave walls.

But the noise quickly faded till it was gone. Was he hearing things? Whatever. Its probably nothing. Bakugou promptly plopped his head back down onto his tail that coiled on circles on the floor.

What if it wasn't nothing? His mind wandered. Of course nothing in the area was any sort of danger to him, but he didn't like visitors.

He needs to know what the hell made those sounds, it was eating away at him. Uncoiling himself out of his resting position, bakugou slithered down toward the cave entrance.

Before reaching the cave's mouth he found... well- he's not sure what he found. It seems to be a tiny creature wrapped in some sort of soft brown outer shell. This tiny thing resembles a naga hatchling, but with odd legs instead of a tail. Poor thing was deformed and abandoned by it's mother.

As the self proclaimed protector of this part of the forest, bakugou felt the need to take in and nurture this hatchling.

Gently, the blond naga wrapped part of his long scaly tail around you, being sure not to wake you. While taking you deeper into the cave, he noticed the rumbling growl of your stomach. You're starving.

Rage runs through him at the thought of your parent abandoning and starving you. Luckily he found you, everything will be ok now.

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[zwolfgames]

Can we have more Yandere mha x child reader please 😁🙏

*Thank you for the request! I' unsure wether you wanted a continuation of the original two parts or a new one. This one us a continuation but I was fairly out of ideas so I hope this is alright. If you did mean a totally new concept then I'll be happy to write that too :3)

Requested: Annon

Warnings: Kinda child abuse but not in a violence or sexual way. Manipulation. Incorrect lore. Binding. Yandere.

(3rd person PoV)

Y/N. The one kid know to have escaped the league of villains.

But what no one told the news, was that you were also the one kid to escape all of class 1A. A class of pshyco's.

Now that you look back at it. You had been naive.

Trusting these heroes. Just for them to use you as a doll, as a baby to coddle because they felt bad. Because they needed it.

But no one ever asked you... no one.It had been another two long years now.

Your body had finally been allowed to age without Eri being there to revert you, even if she was willing or not. You still weren't sure if that child had been in the same situation as you... But you didn't have time to look back.

Not when they were hunting you.

Now that some war between villains and hero's was around the corner. The searches became more intense. You'd catch Bakugo not two alleys down from you.

See Tokoyami and Hawks patrol from above.

Allmight had been caught in disguise just yesterday.

They were closing in on you.

You had only gotten away up untill now by cuttibg your hair differently. Wearing baggy... stolen.. clothes and caking dirt all over your face.

But what had to be done had to be done.

It's not like the villains left you alone either.

Altough, with the criminal circkles you had affiliated in, as was totally allowed for a 10 year old... you had heard of them trying to find you.

And you know... for someone's whos mentally just 12, that was scary.So you had trained yourself to fight a bit... Wich wouldn't do a lot against grown adults... but the tought was nice.

It's not like your quirk would be of any help. Crying pearls only helped you get by. And thats it...

But naturally, a story couldn't go on with it's main character living peacefully.

As you were napping on your little cleaned up dumpster of a home, you got knocked out of it as the whole plastic container got kicked to it's side.

An all too exited Kirishima came running to grab you off of the floor.You rolled out of the way. Kicking over some cardboard to slow him down as you sprinted away.

The boy just used his quirk to smash trough any and all obstacles. He had one goal in mind. And that is to take their shared sibling back.

Sibling was a better title then your actual role was. You're more of an emotional support pet....

Just as you think you'd still manage to get away from Kirishama, a tendril of grey scarf wraps firmly around you.

You're snatched up and quickly find yourself trapped in someones arms.

The man didn't even want to talk right now. He had gotten way too attached to you. A little kid with barely any power. Those kind of people is what he vowed to protect.

And even tough it seemed like you didn't want anything to do with him or other hero's. Aizawa was sure you'd understand that you needed the protection when the war began.

That you'd need a parental figure-He means... that he'd be available if you ever needed... guidance.

So in no time were you back to U.A.. Wrists bound like an animal.

You didn't like these people anymore...

They made you feel weak, useless...

Not human.

Just a plaything...

You were once again reverted back to an 8 year old and this time, kept in a diffrent room.

"So, like I said, you'll be sleeping in my room now, alright kiddo? I promise this is just for your safety. See, we even set up your own little bed. Yaorozu even made you a plush of your favorite dinosaur. And well... Koda.. tried to do that aswell- but- nevermind." Aizawa explained as he showed you your... incredibly cozy bed. Tough having to sleep in the same room as the guy that had essentially brought you into this mess..

Not your favourite.

"Don't look so depressed kid. It could be way worse. The villains could have killed you by now. You really shouldn't have run from us. We're just keeping you safe." Aizawa sighs and rubs your now messily cut hair.

You just huff in the little defiance you had left.

How dare he try and say that the villains who just as much wanted you back were trying to kill you?

Did he think you were stupid?

Probably.

Actually, undoubtedly.

They must all think that, that the slightest gust of wind would blow you away.

What did even see in you? Just a child?

No one would go this far for just a child...But you were their child. Group effort. Class project.

That was you. A responsibility they took way too seriously.

You still yearn for the reality where you could have just been delivered to an orphanage. Gotten an actual normal family.

A mom and a dad... or a mom and a mom... or a dad and a da- okay look you just didn't care as long as it wasn't this...

"Look, and we got you even more toys. And Midoriya mentioned that you liked to draw? Right? So only the best supplies for our little hero." Aizawa tries to smile.

You didn't know wether he was the only one that actually noticed how wrong this all was... he knew... but he couldn't give you up... give you away.

He never intended for this... but his class had also gotten attached... he wasn't alone in this... And that sucked for you.

Because escape attempt after escape attempt just ended up as you getting more stuck.

Ankle chain, gps tracker, locked doors, barred windows, constant surveillance.

How is no one saying anything against this? Why is this just being allowed?

Why did the freedom rule not count for you?

Where is the law?

Nowhere.

Not for you.

Its never been there for you.

And honestly, that hurt.

Why didn't anyone help you?

Why weren't you saved?

You littarly live with hero's and you're the victim.

This isn't okay...

And you couldn't do anything about it.

So you broke.

Going from defiant child to broken toy in days. Rotting in your extremly comfrotable bed like a depressed teenager.

Wich techically you could almost classify for mentally. Just half a year more.

Getting dragged out of your bed to be passes around like a plushy for movie nights was common now.

The students were getting more nervous too with the upcoming war.

Ochako coddled you more.

Deku had been teaching you about all his quirk knowledge as if he was scared he's die.

Aizawa was fixing up more safety manners.

Hawks had been coming over to babysit during actual hero school lessons.

Wich was even more awkard.

"Hey kid, smile."

"Y/N, can you draw me?"

"You're so cute Y/N, why don't i just take you with me instead? Im sure they wouldn't mind."

"Kiddo, want to go shopping?"

"Y/N."

"Kid."

"Kid..."

You were not a kid...

Stop it.

Why can't they leave you alone.

So you cried. Embarrassingly so in Hawk's presence. Pearls fell from your eyes and the pro hero looked on in awe.

Cupping your cheeks and whispering sweet words to try and comfort you.

Wrapping his wings around you and patting your head.

And dammit if you didn't hate all of them you would have loved this.

But after this... there really wasn't any escape.

War was spent in a bunker.

The survivors clung to you for dear life after the events and you just had to sit trough it like the good doll you were.

Smile and wave Y/N.

You weren't ever free.

And you never will be.

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[ghostlyforxst]

This might be a fun idea

What if one day naga Bakugo and kirishima's little one managed to sneak out only for them to come back with food?

I know how to hunt and fish thanks to my parents, I just think it would be cute. One day our "fathers" just wake up to breakfast. 🤭

Idk

A/N- That would be so adorable, so here you go!

GENDER: Gender Neutral Reader

WARNINGS: Toothe-aching sfw and a Kiribaku scolding

CHARACTERS: Kirishima Eijirou and Katsuki Bakugo

The sun poured into the hollow tree, waking you as it shone into your eyes.

You glance down at the two resting nagas; Kirishima's soft snores and Bakugo's drowsy murmurs were still perceivable, thankfully, since you had managed to detach yourself from the grasp of their twitchy tails. You smiled, short of breath, and ambled towards the entrance of the tree.

At the beginning it was tough, your parents being slaughtered by the two grieving serpents, but the three of you worked through it. You were content with them, you had your awful days when your mind dwelled on what they had done, but you had accepted that you wouldn't be able to slip away from their obsessive clutch.

Your stomach grumbled and churned with hunger, "breakfast for all of us wouldn't hurt!"

Since they've done plenty for you, why couldn't you?

You stepped out of the tree and into the morning air, fetching your makeshift spear and a woven basket before, and mosied your way to the lake.

༻༺

You struggled, but you've managed to catch a few fish. You've already cleaned them and currently you are plucking a few fresh vegetables and herbs from the garden to serve with breakfast, throwing what you needed into the woven basket. You gather your stuff, nearing the kitchen bakugo had fixed together. But before you did you poked your head into the tree, checking on the slumbering nagas, and you got to work.

Whilst you were setting up the dishes, you heard Kirishima's panicked cries and Bakugo cursing underneath his breath. The both darted out the tree, they went rigid when they caught sight of you.

Bakugo spoke first, expressing what he thought. "Y/N, how many fucking times do we have to tell you? Never leave the nest unless you're with one of us."

You frowned as you quietly cried, "I wanted to make breakfast for us."

Kirishima gasped before embracing you in his tight hold, squealing, and pulled away. "Wake us next time, you made us worried!"

"I wanted to surprise the both of you, sorry." You sniffled, smearing your tears away.

"It's fine, we enjoy it more if we do it together," Bakugo assured as he ruffled your hair, "now let's eat!"

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[artemis32]

also the first person to come to mind when you said someone stubborn enough to ignore aizawa’s glare was bakugo, I feel like that would stress aizawa out so bad

platonic yandere aizawa shouta iii

Fun fact my top three favourite characters (in no specific order) in bnha are Aizawa, Bakugo and Shigaraki, so this is perfect

Also I finished this before any of the other subjugation drabbles as requested, but I'm clearing out my drafts, so hopefully I'll be able to post a few more this week

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Class 1a was up to something. Aizawa knew they were.

They weren’t good at being sneaky, and for the past two weeks, they’d been behaving strangely.

Ever since the class had seen you, he’d been slightly on edge, waiting for something to go wrong. And he knew that it would sooner or later.

Class 1a were disruptive and oftentimes insubordinate. They couldn’t follow the rules and they got into trouble more often than Aizawa could keep count of.

They were troublemakers.

Aizawa knew that.

Which is why he was so suspicious of them.

They had been perfectly behaved in lessons, quiet and diligent, completing every assignment he’d given to them. They hadn’t spoken out of turn or argued once within the past two weeks. Most suspiciously though, must have been the fact that they hadn’t once brought up the question of who you were again.

It made him uneasy.

It made him annoyed.

But instead of addressing the matter as he probably should have, he kept quiet, curious to see what exactly they were up to.

He found out by the end of that week.

****

“Okay sweetheart, I’m leaving now. Are you sure you don’t want to come with me? You’re more than welcome to, it won’t be long.”

You huff out a laugh. Aizawa was running errands and had been repeatedly questioning whether you wanted to come with him. You were sure he was trying to guilt trip you into joining him.

It might have worked.

It was working.

But you were a model student, as so, your homework and assignments had to come first - much to your father’s displeasure.

The only respite was that you’d be staying safely within the walls of UA, specifically in the apartment, which made your father feel much better about leaving you by yourself.

Sometimes you think he forgets that you’re a teenager – old enough to be home alone for a few hours.

“Yes, I’m sure dad. I’ll call you or Mr Yamada if there’s an emergency. I’ll see you later.”

He huffs, accepting that you wouldn’t change your mind.

The hug he draws you into is crushing and he presses your face into his chest. You feel his chest rumble as he lets out a laugh.

“Don’t let Hizashi hear you call him that, you know how much he hates it.”

You scowl slightly. The eclectic blond often insisted that you call him by his first name, or the ever-endearing title of 'Uncle Zashi', making a habit of reminding you every time you happened to accidentally ‘forget’. You enjoyed his company, but his persistent attitude grated on your nerves sometimes.

“Don’t you dare tell him.”

Aizawa laughs again before reminding you to stay safe and call him in the case of an emergency.

You bid him one last farewell before shutting and locking the door. Paranoia seemed to be one of your father’s defining traits when it came to you.

Fifteen minutes later, you’re set up in the living room, surrounded by snacks, stationary, and papers scattered over the floor and coffee table.

****

Three hours later, you decide to call it quits for the day, packing up your belongings and returning to the living room to flop down on to the couch.

You’d been laying on the couch, watching a rerun of some old movie your father enjoyed, when there was a knock at the door.

Thinking nothing of it, you haul yourself up and make your way to the door.

It could have been anyone - Midnight or Present Mic, here to keep you company or watch over you at your father’s request, or it could have been another teacher, here to drop off paperwork for your father. Perhaps it was your father himself, having forgotten his keys.

Living amongst a group of heroes and heroes-in-training makes you comfortable, and you don’t bother checking who is at the door before flinging it wide open.

Two boys and a girl, all around your own age stand before you. One of the boys and the girl look surprised, eyebrows rising, creasing their foreheads. The second boy remains impassive, his dual-coloured eyes trailing over you, head to toe.

“Can I help you?”

They continue to stare at you for a moment before the pink-skinned girl harshly elbows the blond boy next to her.

He exclaims in pain before clearing his throat and smiling widely. 

“Hi there. I was wondering if Aizawa sensei is home?”

If your father had passed one trait on to you, it had to be his suspicious nature. You straighten slightly, nudging the door closed a few centimeters.

“Aizawa sensei is out running a few errands. He should be back soon - would you like to leave a message?”

The boy with the dual-coloured eyes leans forward slightly, his upper body now crossing over the threshold into your apartment.

“May we come in?”

Though he poses it as a question, he doesn’t wait for an answer, already pushing past you and into the hallway behind you.

Your protests fall on deaf ears, and the boy and girl still in the doorway seem to panic alongside you, scrambling in after him.

“Todoroki, you can’t just barge in like that!”

The dual-haired boy - Todoroki - ignores them and chooses to look around the apartment instead, taking in his surroundings with an air of disinterest.

“I have a question. Answer truthfully and we’ll leave.”

His two friends, still panickedly trying to urge him out of your house, still as he speaks. They stare at one another, then at Todoroki, before nodding and looking at you.

By now, you’re anxious and wary, eager to get them out. You take a deep, calming breath.

Doing as they say seems to be the best decision. You didn’t want to stir up trouble, and you definitely didn’t want your father or another teacher stumbling upon the scene.

“Fine, one question and then you’re gone.”

You cross your arms and press your mouth into a hard line, attempting to cover up your anxieties with an air of anger.

The three agree to your terms, Todoroki humming lightly before speaking.

“Is Mr Aizawa your father?”

It’s a loaded question, one you aren’t sure you want to answer. 

While you and your father hadn’t tried to cover up the fact that you were his daughter, you also hadn’t gone out of your way to announce it. The fact that the three standing before you were so curious that they went as far as to basically break into your house to get an answer made you concerned. 

Their eagerness made you believe that it would be best to lie. Then again, what would you tell them - being honest may be the only way to get them to leave without a fuss.

You nod slowly, hesitantly.

“Yes, he is.”

While the boy and girl let out noises of disbelief, Todoroki doesn’t seem to be surprised.

“See guys, told you.”

The blonde boy splutters for a moment, shoulders slumped in defeat.

“Is that all?” You ask apprehensively, still tense and nervous.

An unspoken question lingers in the air.

Will you leave now?

Todoroki nods, thanking you before calling for his two companions.

At the door, he pauses, turning to you one last time.

“Can I ask that you keep this visit a secret, just for a while. Don��t tell Aizawa sensei that we were here. Please.”

His demeanour is serious, though it seems like more of a demand than a request.

You’re already nodding in agreement.

“Yeah, sure.”

Regardless of whether he asked you or not, you wouldn’t have told your father of their visit. The last thing you needed was for his paranoia to be proven correct. 

What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, and he definitely didn’t need to know that three students - three of his students - had been to his home to see you while he was away. Worse, that they knew you were his daughter.

If he found out, you’d never hear the end of it. In fact, you were slightly afraid he may never let you leave the house again.

No, you definitely would not be telling him about their visit.

By the time your father returns home hours later, you’ve scrubbed the memory of the three students from your mind, and he seems none the wiser.

The two of you have dinner and talk for a bit before going to bed.

You make no mention of the day’s events, and he doesn’t ask.

****

For the first time in what could have been years, you were in trouble. Big trouble.

From the moment you entered the apartment, it had seemed eerily still, too quiet to be natural.

When you first entered the living room, you saw your father sitting with his back towards you, posture straight and still. He didn’t turn to greet you and you feel a growing sense of unease when he tells you to sit down.

“How was your day?”

You’ve known your father long enough to recognize his tone, to know that he’s not asking because he’s actually interested.

Right now, your father, the ever stoic Shouta Aizawa, was furious.

“Answer me.”

“It was fine, classes were good.”

“Hmm. How about yesterday? What did you do yesterday?”

You’re wringing your hands now, fingers gripping at each other in a feeble attempt to mask how obviously your hands are shaking.

“Y-Yesterday was good, same as today, classes and whatnot...”

You trail off awkwardly, unsure of what exactly he wants to hear. You don’t ask though, some sense of self preservation telling you to keep your mouth shut.

“And the past weekend? How was your day on Saturday. You had some time alone, what exactly did you get up to then?”

Staring down at the floor, you clear your throat and try to think of an excuse.

“Ah, well, I got a few assignments done and made dinner.”

His hand on your shoulder almost makes you jump.

“Sweetheart, look at me.”

You don’t want to.

You don’t want to look at him, you don’t want to see his anger or disappointment or whatever other negative emotion lays there at the moment.

But his grip tightens slightly on your shoulder, not enough to hurt, just enough to grab your attention. So you close your eyes and take a deep breath before looking up and meeting your father’s gaze.

He’s angry. Angry and disappointed and everything that you feared he would be. But most of all he looks concerned, worry pinching at the juncture between his eyebrows and at the corners of his mouth.

“What happened while I was out?”

You weren’t often emotional, and you definitely didn’t cry. Crying was pointless, it didn’t change anything.

But you had to bite your bottom lip and press your nails into your palms to stop yourself from bursting into tears in that moment.

It rarely happened that you kept anything from your father. You told him everything, no matter how big or small.

Truthfully, keeping a secret this big for as long as you had had been weighing you down. You felt guilty. Granted, you weren’t exactly lying to him, but it pained you to hide something like this from your father.

And so you cracked.

A few hot tears rolled down your cheeks as you sniffled, wiping at your nose with the sleeve of your jacket.

“Three of your students came to the apartment. They asked to see you but I said you were out.”

Aizawa’s grip on your shoulder had lessened, his arm wrapping around you, shifting you closer to him.

“Is that all?”

You debated lying to him, only for a moment. It technically wouldn’t be lying, you just wouldn’t be telling the whole truth.

The idea deflated quickly once his hand came up to brush away a few tears, his thumb gently rubbing at the soft skin under your eye.

“T-They just asked if I’m your daughter or not, they left after that.”

He hums again, staring at you for a few seconds longer. It feels as if he’s pining you in place, pressuring you into talking. Evidently, you have nothing else to say.

“Can you tell me what they looked like sweetie?”

****

You imagined that this is how criminals felt.

Under any other circumstances, it might have been funny.

Before you, lined up in somewhat of an identity parade, were a the three students from your father’s class, along with a few other guilty-looking students.

Three girls, five boys, all standing pin straight, facing forward. 

In the room next door stood the rest of the class, the remaining twelve students standing in silence.

Your father’s fury, evidently, had not been aimed at you. 

Well, not fully.

He was admittedly quite upset with you for not being truthful with him, but his anger was mainly aimed at his students for interfering with his personal life. With his family.

“Sweetheart, I’ve seen how high strung you’ve been over the past few days. I was concerned, but I didn’t want to overwhelm you so I gave you some space. But today one of my students let something slip and I put together the fact that they must have had something to do with the way you’ve been acting recently.”

You didn’t want to outwardly expose the three students who had come to see you that day, but your father had threatened to punish the entire class, so you’d caved and described them as best you could.

So here they stood, not once making eye contact with you.

"Go on," your father said, staring them down with a harsh glare, one like you'd never seen before. You knew your father could be strict with his students, but this was something else.

They all bowed forward at the hip, staring straight at the ground as they spoke in sync.

"We're sorry."

You stand in stunned silence for a few short moments, before shaking your head.

"Oh, um, it's fine. Thank you for the apology. And I'm sorry too."

The blond-haired student from before tries to raise his head, a wide smile on his face before your father's hand meets his neck, holding his head down.

"Did I say you could look up?"

"Sorry sensei."

Aizawa hums, glancing at you.

"Sweetheart, you can leave now. I'll see you later."

As much as you'd like to argue, you don't. Instead, you nod and bow to the eight students before you, bidding them goodbye before making for the door.

****

Aizawa couldn't find you.

He'd stayed behind to have a little chat with a few of his students, intent on returning home to you afterwards, but now, fifteen minutes later, you were gone.

You weren't in the 1A dorms and you weren't at home.

There was nowhere else that you could be, so where had you gone?

He begrudgingly made his way back to the dorms, resigning himself to spending his afternoon with the troublesome students of class 1A.

Only, he didn't have to go very far to find you.

Not with the small crowd of students trying, and failing to hide in the bushes next to the dorms.

He sighs heavily, walking up behind them silently.

Crouching down, he whispers, "What are you looking at?"

The yelps Denki and Sero let out are both panicked and silent, though they quickly scramble back to where they were, shushing Aizawa with flapping hands.

He quirks an eyebrow. Whatever they were spying on had to be interesting if they were brave enough to shush him.

Aizawa shrugs and cranes his neck to see what has them and their friends so intruiged, and-

Absolutely not.

There, sat on a bench in the hidden garden next to 1A's dorm room, was Bakugo Katsuki.

Accompanied by you, his daughter.

And unless his eyes deceived him - was he blushing?

Having seen enough, Aizawa stands and pushes between the students clustered behind the bushes.

He calls your name, and you look up with a start, eyes wide and dazed, your cheeks strangely flushed.

"Dad?"

You and Bakugo both jump up, and you head towards Aizawa while Bakugo slips away.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were going straight home? And why were you with Bakugo?"

You laugh awkwardly, deflecting his questions as you grab his arm and head towards your own apartment, away from the 1A dorms.

"Sorry dad, I got a bit caught up. Hey, how'd the interrogation go?"

You were trying to distract him. Aizawa knew that.

But your father was nothing if not willing, so he let you get away with it, making a mental note to look into what you were doing with Bakugo Katsuki of all people later.

****

Of all the students in your father's class, Bakugo was the one he thought would stay away from you. Far away.

Unfortunately, nothing seemed to be going his way lately, and Aizawa was infuriated to learn that Bakugo had taken a liking to you.

While he may have his own strong suits, he was definitely not the type of person your father would want you to end up with. Honestly, if he had it his way, you would remain happily single and by his side until both of you died.

But those plans were put on the back burner for now.

He learnt, from a collection of camera feeds and fearful student reports, that you had indeed been on your way back home after your father's intervention, but you'd gotten caught up exploring the grounds around the dorm area.

No one could fault you for that - it was Aizawa's fault really, he never let you out on your own, especially not to explore.

It was something he'd have to work on at a later date.

While on your little adventure, you'd run into a feisty blond.

Bakugo had been tasked with clearing away the autumn leaves around the 1A dorms, a minor punishment for some or other misdemeanour, and he'd caught your attention.

That wasn't unusual - you were curious when you wanted to be. It was a trait that your father both loved and loathed.

What was unusual was that Bakugo had played along.

Aizawa knew that Bakugo knew you were his daughter. That meant that he knew not to snap at you or treat you with his usual brutish attitude as he did with his classmates.

He knew that, but he couldn't understand why Bakugo had taken such a liking to you. Aizawa knew you were perfect, but he also knew that he was biased when it came to his opinion of you.

Well, he thought, I'll just have to ask him myself.

****

For the first time in all his years as a teacher, Shouta Aizawa was stunned to the point of silence.

He never imagined the conversation would take a turn like this.

"Sensei?"

He shakes his head, trying to rid himself of the heavy fog over his mind as he throws the quizzical blond a hard look.

"No."

"No?"

He'd never felt any genuine anger or violence towards any of his students, but this-

"Well sensei, we met a while ago. She- I knew she was your daughter, so I tried to keep my distance but, well..."

"I'm sure you understand what I mean."

"We've known each other for a while. "

"If you'll allow it-"

The conversation replayed in his head as a series of broken sentences and snapshots.

He felt off-kilter, unsure of himself in the worst way possible.

The only thing he knew was that, at this moment, someone was threatening to come between you and him - threatening to take you away from him, to steal you from him.

"No," he said sharply, "Stay away from my daughter."

It was Bakugo's turn to look shocked, though he was faster to calm himself than Aizawa was.

"Sensei, is this to keep her safe, or because you don't want to share her?"

It's a strangely phrased question, one that would puzzle anyone. Anyone but Aizawa.

He understood exactly what the hotheaded child in front of him meant by the word 'share'.

It spelt trouble in more ways than one.

"No. You asked and that's my answer. Now go back to your dorm," he says, waving him out without another word.

Bakugo nods and leaves without further argument, not once looking back.

Aizawa slumped back in his seat.

Bakugo knew what you meant to his teacher, beyond what most people thought they knew - he understood the lengths he'd go to to keep you safe and happy. The fact that he'd left without a fight proved as much.

More concerning than that though, had to be the fact that Bakugo was the same as him. He had the same unsettling urge to be with you, to be the only source of your attention.

Aizawa had seen it in his eyes, but heard it moreso in his words.

Share.

No, he wouldn't share you. Not with anyone.

#yandere #dark content #female reader #platonic #bnha #mha #aizawa shota #platonic yandere #father aizawa #platonic yandere aizawa x reader #yandere aizawa shota #platonic aizawa x reader #yandere bakugo x reader #yandere bakugo katsuki x reader #yandere bakugou #yandere bakugo katsuki

[black-aurora-nora]

Even though getting spanked by Bakugo must be awful, imagine the aftercare! Sure, he’s not gonna coddle or spoil you, but he can’t just send you to your room in tears, either. So he scoops you up and guides your head to his shoulder, letting you cry against him. His powerful arms keep you close to his chest, occasionally giving your back a sturdy pat. The only time he breaks the hug is to lift a glass of water to your lips, telling you in very clear terms that you’re going to drink and rehydrate yourself, and you’re just too exhausted and sore to fight him on something as simple as a drink.

Shame you don’t realize he’s mixed sleeping pills in.

Exactly.

If there’s one thing about Bakugo is that he is a firm believer that you shouldn’t spoil children. He stands on the belief that coddling makes them weak but he isn’t cruel.

He may seem annoyed when you’re upset or angry but it’s because he cares. He knows this situation looks bad from your perspective but he just wants to help you.

And he just couldn’t send you away in such a distraught state. He felt like he had no other choice but to comfort you.

He is your dad after all.

And at some point, you’d see it that way too.

#yandere #yandere scenario #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #platonic yandere #yandere anime #yandere blog #yandere bnha #yandere bakugou #yandere katsuki bakugou

[serxinns]

Romantic Bakugo vs Yan Platonic class 1a

requested by @roxanndrummond (sorry for the wait)

• Now you were class 1s favorite sibling and you were coddled 24/7 like how the girls would invite you to big slesleepoverwhere the girls would constantly fight over what activity should they do with you and the boys were your overprotective bothers denki and Sero always ruffling your hair and play fight with you while shoto and Iida would spoil you with expensive gifts and needs

•But there was one boy in particular and it was no more then Bakugo Katsuki now Bakugo was 1st pissed and confused about why we were getting coddled and babied by his classmates so he decided to observe and learn more about you the morehe hanged out with you the more interested he was in you that which soon became an obsession he wanted you for himself and himself only

•By time passed he gifted you small things like all might matching keychains and an aggressive letter that was threatening but was an invitation to either his plate or somewhere nice he would always scold you for not doing simple tasks and would flick your head just to see that mad annoyed face dude almost exploded but fought it

•Everything was going swell for him until his classmates noticed his strange behavior but he wasn't gonna back down anytime sooner whenever Izuku Shoto or Iida "Scolded" Him to back off he'll laugh bitterly and tell them to fuck off, The girls would glare at him from afar whenever your happily chatting with him but he didn't care he didn't give two fucks he was memorize by your adorable face

•Your friends tried to warn you about Bakugo making him a cruel and mean monster but you would always defend him making your friends shocked and scared they all thought that the Angry dude had you wrapped around his finger and was gonna steal you away from them! But they weren't backing down they were gonna protect you and promised to pull you away from anger and katsuki was the danger

•Whenever katsuki would bring you small gifts Hakagure would sneak in your locker and steal the roesents and throw them in the trash but katsuki has a trick up his sleeve and would replace the trashed gifts with better gifts

•everyone was fighting over who would be your partner of your katsuki Partner then he'll go easy on you he didn't have the courage to hurt you he would never he only "hurt" you with little empty threats if your not then he'll REALLY go all out on you he'll flex his quirk and abilities on one of your friends always yelling "YOU SEE THAT DUMBASS THATS HOW YOU FIGHT DONT BE LIKE THESE EXTRAS"

• When your back is turn it's always a war katuski fighting with dekusquad telling them to back off while bakusquad and tokoyami are telling him that your theirs and they don't need you to date anyone they don't want their little sibling taken away from them they had to up their game

•they would spy on Bakugo to see if he was gonna try anything to ruin your innocence whenever Bakugo and you are alone when it's either studying or even sparing they would always barge in and try to ruin the moment for him asking if they would spar which you happily Agreed to which made bakugo even more pissed, whenever bakugo and you were busy chatting Mina or tsuyu would call you over for some help with some homework smirking at the blonde back while he's on the edge of ruling them apart with his two hands

Whenever you and bakugo wanted to go out and hang out kids would send a small animal like an ant or Mouse to spy on the two of you it worked for many times until you squealed at the cute little mouse and picked it up and bakug notice a mic on it so he rip it off and broke it

• Whenever your in class the bakugonsns the rest of the classmates all darting glares whole bakugo glares at all of them all with dark tendencies in their eyes like they were ready to pounce each other

•your friends and bakugo loved you the way you are that's will no matter what they will fight to get your attention affection and love!

#yandere bnha #yandere ua #tw yandere #yandere x reader #tw obsessive behavior #yandere class 1a #yandere mha #yandere bakugou #platonic yandere #bnha fluff

[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE BAKUGOU FAMILY HEADCANNONS (Platonic)

There would be NO DOUBT that they would ALL be HELLA OVERPROTECTIVE about you 

I mean, Masaru would be kinda chill actually compared to Mitsuki and Katsuki. He won't freak TF out if you talk to other people and have fun with your friends and he's the most lenient one in the family and he doesn't give a damn what you wear. He likes seeing you in all sorts of clothing and thinks his darling little daughter looks good in whatever she wears and won't force you to do anything 

But when it comes to the question of sleepovers and going to other people's houses WITHOUT EITHER one of the Bakugou's to accompany you is a big no go. They're worried that something might happen to you if you step out of the house and they half wish you'll stop trying to be apro hero. Why be a hero and put your life at risk while you have the big strong Ground Zero as your brother and 2 parents who are perfectly capable of protecting the youngest Bakugou?

Mitsuki, on the other hand will treat you like a child along with Katsuki. Everyone loves spoiling the shit outta you and Mitsuki likes dressing you up in cutesy cutesy little outfits. Mitsuki however will NEVER allow you to break rules like disobeying her when she says no to something and sneaking off with your friends. She simply will NOT tolerate rule breaking and even if you DO manage to sneak around her back, your brother Katsuki will always be there to 'get you on the right track' even if he has to use his quirk on you. They just want what's best for you after all

They are self aware yanderes and their relationship towards you is unhealthy and delusional and they KNOW it but they have to protect you from the horrors of the world. If you used to attend the UA, you bet Katsuki had something to do with why your mom suddenly wanted you to drop out and take a break for sometime and soon that 'break' turned into a never ending relaxing vacation at your home for you. You won't be working anytime soon while they're around that's for sure and while Masaru talks to you, Katsuki and Mitsuki will be busy preparing food for you guys to eat. They don't want you going in the kitchen, what if you accidentally hurt yourself or boil or burn yourself?

They'll love cuddling with you and making you feel safe and comfortable in their presence. They have NEVER hit you till date and never will either. And WHO expects parents to starve their own kids? Cuz, they aren't those types of parents

For punishments, they'll just restrict your usage of your favorite items but they won't leave you isolated or without food and water. They aren't THAT heartless psychopaths 

Katsuki is the world's MOST short tempered brother one can have and you BET he's gonna cling to you 24/7 and tell on you to your parents what you both did the entire day (This boi should come with a blabbermouth and a tattletale warning label). You can hate him all you want for it but he just wants what's best for his youngest sibling. He loves and cares about you too much and he won't cuss around you so much either since he actually rather enjoys your innocence. His blood will BOIL when you talk to other people ESPECIALLY other GUYS and he'll obviously threaten to blow them up, even if you talk to Kirishima

 Being in relationships is COMPELTELY off the table for you. They will NEVER allow you to date and if you are in a relationship in secret, oh... what a shocker, that scumbag broke up with you the next day? Well, you can BET your allowances your OWN family was behind it but they'll just comfort you as they get you and give you whatever you want

The house will be full of baby pictures of you and Katsuki and you all as a happy family. They'll have guests over a few times but they can't ever let someone try taking you away from them so they'll try limiting the time of the guest's stay in their household instead of maniacally killing them. They won't let pro heroes enter their house either and will come up with INFINITE excuses as to why they can't come in. They just don't want to lose you 

Just let them take care of you and everything will be all right after all, family ALWAYS knows what's best for you...

''Come on little firecracker, you'll look cute and adorable in that dress and I think we should CERTAINLY put up some pictures of the wall after this. What do you think Masaru?''

''Sure, our little angel looks nice in whatever they wear''

"Tch... you don't look THAT bad firefly..."

#yandere bnha #yandere bnha x reader #platonic yandere bnha #platonic yandere bnha x reader #platonic yandere bnha scenarios #platonic yandere bakugou family #platonic yandere bakugou family x reader #platonic yandere bakugou family scenarios #platonic yandere bakugou family imagines #platonic yandere bakugou family oneshots #platonic yandere bakugou family headcanons #platonic yandere bakugou family x reader imagines #platonic yandere mitsuki bakugou #platonic yandere masaru bakugou #platonic yandere katsuki bakugou scenarios

[thecuriousquest]

Can I ask for another mha character (of your choice) with mouth washing punishment? I’ve never seen someone write it aswell as you! And how are u at the moment?? ❤️ x

Dirty Mouth

Platonic Yandere Dad Bakugou x Teen Fem!Reader

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug

Warnings: Platonic yandere themes, mouth washing with soap, threats of punishments, mentioning of spanking with a switch

Author’s Note: Aw, stop it, you little rascal. You’re making me blush. 😊 I’m doing great over on the East Coast. I hope you’re doing well, and much love to you! 🖤🤘

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Your “dad”, as he forces you to call him, is busy cooking dinner in the kitchen behind you. You hear him talking about you on the phone to Kirishima, how he’s gushing about your test scores and your good behavior. You’re absolutely fucking sick of it.

Of course you’ve been good! What other choice do you have? It’s either that or be punished by one of the greatest pros in Japan. It makes you sick to your stomach thinking about how he made you cut a switch in the backyard the last time your attitude was “bitchy” as he so graciously put it.

Bakugou brings the conversation to an end, sticking a bowl of ramen in front of you. You have to hand it to the man, he can cook up a storm. However, you’d rather buy the ramen from somewhere than have it given to you by the hand of your captor.

“Thanks,” you tell the blonde while looking at the bowl in front of you.

Fuck, it smells so good, yet you hesitate to dig into the warm deliciousness.

He gruffly sits down at the head of the table before snapping apart a pair of chopsticks. He begins eating.

Katsuki looks at you with a glare when he realizes you haven’t even started.

“What’s wrong?” He doesn’t sound happy.

“Did you put something in it?”

He shrugs as if it’s normal to put something in your kid’s food. “Just something to help relax you. You’ve been on edge ever since you got here.”

“I’ve been on edge? I’VE BEEN ON EDGE? Are you shitting me right now? You’re the one who stole me!”

“I didn’t fucking steal you, and don’t talk to me like that! You were at the police station, and I offered them to take you home so that you wouldn’t end up in a fucking orphanage, so lower your goddamn voice and quit acting like I’m some villain!”

“You are a fucking villain! You put drugs in my food to make me fall asleep, and you force me to do homeschooling, and-”

You rack your brain for more things he’s done to you since you’ve been here, but your “dad” cuts you off.

“Yeah, I’m the bad guy for making sure you don’t turn into an insomniac. I’m such a horrible person for making sure your grades stay up. Keep going, sweetie.”

You swipe at the tears forming in your eyes. God, he makes you feel insane and so damned frustrated!

“I fucking hate you!”

You get up from the table and run towards the stairs when a pair of arms wrap around your torso, lifting you off the ground. Adjusting you in his hold, he tucks you under one arm, snugly against his hip. Your eyes widen as you find yourself looking at the floor.

“Put me down! I don’t like this!”

You cling onto his baggy pants for security. He could let you go at any moment, and you don’t like the thought of landing harshly on your knees if he does.

You hear a door open, and then the large man turns on his heel as he closes it. The familiarity of what’s happening comes rushing back to you, and you try to shut it all out as you are set on your feet.

“I’m too old to be treated like this, Bakugou!” you shout as you clench your fists.

“Shut up, kid. You’re fifteen, and you know better than to call me that. You know better than to cuss at me too.”

He rummages around in the cabinet for your doom. He pulls out something that’s just as bad as the paddle end of a wooden brush: the dreaded bar of soap. The explosion hero gets the bar of soap all sudsy under the running faucet. He shuts off the water and brings the bar up to your lips, and you clamp your mouth shut.

“You wanna do this the hard way?”

Your eyes can only speak for you, and you hope the fear you express in them is enough to sway him.

All he does is grimace at you, his lips set in a firm line. He snatches your jaw, thumb digging into your right cheek while the other four fingers press into your left. The pressure where the line of your teeth meet only grows stronger as you attempt to keep your mouth closed.

However, you know him well enough by now. He won’t give up until he gets what he wants. He never does.

Your sharp cry sounds akin to a beagle’s as he finally pries your mouth open wide enough to shove the soap in. You gag instantaneously at the clean taste of the bar.

Trying to fight against the bulk of muscles leads you nowhere, except being forced to sit on the toilet lid. To your horror, this isn’t even the worst of it. He begins scrubbing the inside of your mouth, washing away all of the filth you’ve been spewing. What a fucking hypocrite.

The bar of soap shreds against your teeth with all of the scrubbing, curling and melting on your tongue. The accumulation of saliva and soap turns into built up foam, causing it to leak from your mouth.

“Lift your tongue up. Do it or I’ll beat your ass.”

No, no more punishment, you try to say. It comes out in a gurgled, incomprehensible mess.

Your “dad” works the bar of soap underneath your tongue. He covers every inch and corner of the cavern. You feel like you’re going to throw up with the amount of gagging you’re going through, but you know that he’ll really kick your ass if you do that.

Your body slumps in defeat, knowing that you can’t get away from him as he holds the back of your neck in a firm grip. There’s nothing you can do to fight him off or get away from him, so you sit there and wail like a six year old with tears, snot, and soap dripping down your face.

With your head pounding from all of the crying and screaming, he finally releases you and tells you to rinse your mouth out.

“You’re lucky I’m not making you finish dinner with your mouth as it is. I could send you to bed like that too you know.”

As tough as he likes to make himself out to be, you know he’d never do that to you. Under all of that macho male bravado, there is a heart, even if it is a little twisted.

Still, you can’t help but feel distraught as you struggle to rid your mouth of the lingering taste. It’s as if every ounce of water you take in causes the amount of bubbles to rise. Eventually, you do spit out the last of the soap, but that clean, funky tang stays with you.

“Alright, that’s enough.”

“But, it won’t go away!”

“You arguing with me?” he inquires as he quirks a blonde eyebrow.

“No, sir.”

Handing you a towel, you dry your face and pout from not being able to get rid of the overwhelming taste. Looking up at the pro hero with watery eyes, you rub your runny nose with the towel.

He leans against the doorjamb with crossed arms. “Got anything to say to me?”

“I’m sorry…Dad.” You know better than to call him anything else in this moment.

His smirk is one of satisfaction as he stands up straight, bringing you into his arms. You lean your head against his chest, holding onto his shirt for comfort.

He might have won this battle, but the war isn’t over yet.

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere themes #triggering content #triggering themes #platonic yandere father #platonic yandere bakugou #bnha katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #yandere katsuki bakugou #yandere katsuki #yandere katsuki x reader #my hero acedamia #boku no hero academia

[mango-bango-bby]

could I request platonic dads kirishima and bakugo when their teen reader comes back home upset after a argument with their significant other?

♡ Always Here For You ♡

(A/N: Platonic Kiribaku warms my heart 💖 I tried my best with this but I had a bit of trouble with the prompt!! I hope you enjoy it!! I’ve been getting a lot of platonic bnha lately so prepare for that!!)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, platonic yandere, Kiribaku, parents kiribaku, teen!reader, toxic families, kiribaku, fights with an s/o, comfort and fluff 🥺💕

Summary: You get into a fight with your partner but your fathers are here to comfort you (Platonic!Yan!Bakugou x GN!Teen!reader x Platonic!Yan!Kirishima)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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You love your fathers a lot, and you understood that they could be very overprotective. So they weren’t very accepting of your partner when you introduced them to your parents, although your dads knew you were growing up and they wanted you to be happy. So they let you date them, even if they didn’t approve of your partner.

You loved your partner a lot but you two did have your troubles. You sniffle a bit, trying to calm down your crying. You look at the notifications on your phone, most of them texts from your partner apologizing to you and begging you to call them. You two had gotten into a fight about how controlling your parents are, you got upset at the, for calling your fathers toxic.

A knock on your door alerts you. It wasn’t early in the morning anymore and it was rare that you didn’t eat breakfast with your dads, especially on the weekends. “Come on, brat, it’s time to get up. Your breakfast is gonna’ be cold” Katsuki says, knocking loudly in your door. “I’m not hungry” you call out to him, almost immediately noticing how silent he went.

He opens the door, looking over you as you’re bundled up in your bed. “What’s wrong with you? You sick?” He asks, crouching by your bed to be at eye level with you.

This was one of the few days that both of your fathers didn’t have work and yet you choose to sulk in bed? There had to be something wrong. You look up at him tearfully, telling him that you and your partner had gotten into a little fight.

“Is everything okay?” Eijiro asks as if feeling that you were sad. Or perhaps he wondered what was taking so long. “Hey, what wrong?” He says, you telling him exactly what you told your other father. You sit up in bed so your tears will fall down your cheeks rather across your nose bridge and onto your pillows.

“Oh, baby, I’m so sorry” Eijiro says, hugging you. You hated fighting with people you loved, you knew you would forgive your partner but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

Katsuki has a slight scowl on his face, he trusted your partner with you and yet here you are crying in your papa’s arms because of them. He knew you would be upset if anything happened to them but he could help but want to hurt them.

Katsuki thought for a moment before getting up to go get you your breakfast and bring it up to your room for you. “I’m sorry, you d-don’t need this on your day off” you sniffle a bit at Eijiro.

“No, sweetheart. Don’t say that” He says, reaching up to wipe some of your tears. He still saw you as his baby, he knew you were a toddler anymore but it was so hard in situations like this not to see you as the toddler who would cling onto his leg and sob after your feelings were hurt but someone.

“Let’s do something fun today, okay? To make you feel better?” He says, you giving him a small nod. It would get you off of your phone so you wouldn’t have to see all of your partners apology messages.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

#platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #platonic yandere bakugou #platonic yandere kirishima #plationic yandere kiribaku #yandere kirishima x reader #yandere kirishima #yandere bakugou #yandere bakugo x reader

[mha-platonic-yanderes]

Hello I really love your works! If it’s alright with you I would like to request a yandere platonic izuku and bakugou where the reader (adopted, who is four years older than the boys & is in college) is izuku older quirkless sister. Izuku is incredibly overprotective and possessive of his older sister as she was the only one who believed in him when he was quirkless as a kid and believes that his sister is weak due to her short height and quirkless status. Bakugou is jealous of Izuku because he believed that the reader should be his sister instead and that the reader should support him and not izuku. The reader’s personality is quite similar to bakugou but tame who happens to have a strong dislike on heroes. Thank you for your time!

Your boys were exhausting, even though you would never tell it to them.

Always fighting, arguing. Trying to see who was better and more well-deserving of what they got in life. Honestly, you started tuning them out years ago, after their fights interrupted your study time.

Honestly, it's the only reason you got into this school and away from them. Full ride, due to your quirkless status and the effort you put in academics. Was it easy? No. But it's going to launch you into your professional life with a leg up.

Though, you probably should've been paying attention, because who they're fighting over is you.

"She's my sister! You hold no claim to her."

"I can protect her better! I'll be the best fucking hero and she'll be so grateful that I'm making the world safer for people like her."

"You hate quirkless people. How would she care for you?"

"I don't hate her."

"That still doesn't mean she loves you like she loves me."

"Take that back!"

"She's my sister."

"Fuck you! Die!"

You turn up your music, drowning them out. Honestly, winter break can't end soon enough.

#i try to not describe the reader physically #as more people can relate to them #which is why the reader also is mostly gender neutral #but you can imagine them as being as short! #platonic yandere mha #platonic yandere bakugou #platonic yandere izuku

[lolita-lollipop]

Could I request a fantasy Au! with barbarian bakugou & dragon kirishima with a village girl darling. After one of their village friends dares them to go into the cave where they live, and so happens to wake dragon kirishima & trying to flee away from him but ends up getting injured.

YANDERE BARBARIAN BAKUGO X READER X DRGAON KIRISHIMA

HAPPY UPDATE DAY MY LOVELY LITTLE READERS!

“Cmon y/n… it’ll be fun I promise. Just in and out, and if you can do it we’ll all do your chores for the rest of the month” the older blonde haired boy pleaded, feigning friendship with you. Kaminari and his goons were quite known around the village as the rich assholes who knew they could do anything they wanted. You just happened to be the only one younger than them in this stupid village, so naturally you were a target.

They had been… teasing you recently. About your unease of the cave only a few miles out from town. You lived in a heavily forested area, with trees stretching for miles, and there were many… rumors. Or myths. Or even fairy tails if that’s what you wanted to call it. Of fairy’s who pranced about during the night feeding on lost souls, of half human half horse being who would stomp you into oblivion, of mermaids who lure you into the waters and never let you leave. Those stories you could handle. But there was always one… the tale of the two dragons, it was quite common in your town that the parents would tell the story to their young children in order to keep them from going into the woods alone.

It said that two dragons live in that cave, searching for lost children, and when they find those children, they eat them.

Yes, not the most complex story, however there was just something about that cave, all the older kids regularly visited it, vandalizing tne stone caverns. It was technically against the kings rule to do such a thing, but nobody was brave enough to go there and check. You never did, not once did you go when kaminari invited you, he had such a knack for finding ways to make you uncomfortable.

When you kept denying his invitations, he finally caught on. You. We’re. Scared. And boy did it get a rise out of him, it was like he had never heard anything funnier.

“Y-you’re scared of a cave because of that stupid horror story your parents told you when you were little? Jesus give me a break” he would say between cackles. Then, he would go silent, and then things got real bad.

All of a sudden it was like Every waking hour of his was like it was his goal in life to get you into that cave, he would knock on your door at 5 am to ask you, then pester you all day, only to wake you up at 12 at night to ask you again. And kept you awake until you gave him a maybe.it made you want to gouge your eyes out at how well he was getting under your skin, you weren’t sleeping so you didn’t have the energy to go do all the tasks you had in the farm, meaning you didn’t get paid as much as usual, meaning you couldn’t eat everyday.

It had been weeks since he started this, and now it was beginning to break you down, you were stuck thin and tired all the time. Meanwhile he stayed plump and healthy, having nothing better to do than to bully a poor girl must be a luxury of being rich. And so, reluctantly, after weeks of pure torture. You said yes.

“Fine. I’ll go into your stupid cave, but only for a minute. I’m not staying a while.” You mumbled out, tears starting to form at the edges of your eyes. You didn’t want to say yes, but you were just so tired.

“Okay! Let’s go.” He spoke chirpily. Skipping off into the woods with your Raggy sleeve in his hand. As you got closer and closer it was like all of the trees were waning away from you, screaming at you to get out and run far away, to never come back.

“N-now? But I have to work-“ you sputtered out, struggling to keep in line with the tall boy, your forehead was glistening in the sun with sweat now, your eyes were wide, your hands wee clammy, it was just oh so obvious that you were uneased.

“Work can wait, it’s not like you’re accomplishing anything anyway. Only for a minute. We’re almost there!” He continued cheering happily, you hated him, you hated him for exploiting you like this, you hated that he was forcing you into a place you would rather die than go into. You hated this.

But you could do very little to fight back against the older boy, now that you said yes you highly doubted he would let you turn back on your decision. So you kept your mouth shut, and tried to press the bile stuck in your throat down, along with your anxiety. It didn’t take very long to arrive at the cavern, it was just an obsidian blue opening in one of the taller hills of the forest, sorrounded by trees. There were little glistening crystals jabbing out front he opening. You knew they hadn’t been mined because everybody was far too fearful to go near the place. It was a warning in itself.

Denki shoved you forward with a harsh push to your back, you winced and looked back at him, trying to plead with your eyes that you were scared, that you didn’t want to do this. To no avail of course, as he just sent one of those condescending smiles of his, and gave you another shove.

“It’ll be so quick, I’ll count sixty seconds and then call for you. Just in and out y/n. Don’t you dare come out early” he hissed at you, and shoved you for the third time today. And so you went tumbling into the cave without anything, no flashlight, thin clothing( which did nothing against the cool breeze wafting around the cave), no weapon. No food. If you weren’t scared up there staring into the cave, staring into the belly of the beast, you definitely were now.

You counted the seconds, and wandered further, searching for a wall to press yourself against in order to feel safe. But found nothing, by the time you’d come to a slow you’d only reached thirty seconds, and also realized you had gotton lost in the dark. It was pitch black here, you couldn’t even see your hands in front of you, let alone the sorroundings, before it was too late you stopped paying attention to which direction your steps were in, and now you didn’t know where you were.

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Now you were panicking, you couldn’t feel anything, or see anything around you, and you sure as hell didn’t know wether you were going further in or out of the cave. Your heart started racing, and now those tears that had threatened to spill earlier were beginning to slip out of those e/c eyes of yours onto your face. Panic seeped into your system, and you realized.

Denki would just leave you here if you didn’t come out when he yelled for you. He wouldn’t care if you were ok, he wouldn’t give a damn. He would leave you here alone in the dark.

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All of a sudden you felt something behind you, perhaps you’d walked far enough to find some kind of wall to quite you out of here, or at least to provide you some comfort. But also, this felt wrong, like it wasn’t something that belonged to the cave…

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And like that, you felt a shove in your back that pushed you forward, your foot caught in a jagged rock in the ground so you toppled. But instead of meeting a harsh rocky ground, instead of breaking half of the bones in your body, you began to plummet straight down. You didn’t know what could’ve been worse.

The screams that left your mouth were quiet and breathleSs, too clouded by sheer terror to be very loud. Your hands found your head and your clutched your ears, trying not to panic too hard. It was all to fast, and then you hit the ground, and everything was so slow.

You screamed out in agony as you fell almost 90 feet onto a sharp crystal-like stone, which pierced through your leg. The sobs that left you were ugly and snotty, but you had never felt pain like this before. You were gonna die at the bottom of this cave, and no one was going to know you were even here.

“KAMINARI PLEASE. PLEASE DONT LEAVE ME HERE IM HURT. ILL DIE” you screamed out, but no one answered. You just sat there sobbing for over five minutes, too hyper fixated on the pain to care about anything else. Then you heard the voices coming from above, but your mind was beginning to go blurry, you couldn’t see how much blood you had already lost, but you felt empty now so it had to be a lot. You couldn’t make out most of the conversation.

“P-please sir- I did what you asked, I led her here and put her in your nest- please let me go” you were able to recognize the pleading voice as kaminaris, he seemed… scared? Of who? There was somebody else he was talking to. Nest?

“What I asked was for you to give her to me, now she is hurt because you weren’t fucking careful. Not only were you over three weeks late on getting her here, you also caused her pain. Is that what I fuckung asked you to do, boy?” A man’s voice spoke in, it was so tough that it sounded like the man had been eating sandpaper his entire life, but it was also very crisp, very harsh. He was angry. VeryObviously.

Your consciousness began to loop in and out, but after that, all you could hear were screams, and the occasional pleading. You heard a crunch once. This only fed into your fear, and now you found yourself frantically trying to un-impale yourself from the crystal, but it just wasn’t budging. Then, all the noise stopped, which was alarming in its own. Then, you felt a sliver of some kind of tail slide past your leg, then again on the back of your neck, and then. To your utmost terror, something- or someone swooped you off of your feet, and begin to hold you above the ground.

Then you fainted

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You woke up in the same cave, with a piercing headache, your body felt like ice and burning fire at the same time. It was agonizing. The cave was the same, but now there was some form of light shining about, which showcased how this place looked less alike a cave and more like a den. There was faint bickering in the background, but you couldn’t turn to look at whoever two men were talking, your body was frozen in its spot.

Around along the cave walls there were furs of animals hanging off of ropes tied to what you thought was a ceiling , a few blankets that looked too new to be used by the inhabitants of this cave, along with a few pillows. And the jewels, there were jewels everywhere, billions of dollars worth of diamonds and rubys and sad fires. While the cave was beautiful, it was also terrifying, there was no ladder out, and there were sharp weapons everywhere. They weren’t the spears and swords of your people either, these were crafted out of wood, but looked sharper than a diamond.

Then you became aware of the same voice from earlier, softer now, less angry, talking to somebody else.

“He is gone now, no need to fuss darling. She will wake soon, and we will nurse the little one back to health. Poor girl. Already running a fever” you felt a little bit of heat over your body for a split second, and something was making a blowing noise, but then it stopped suddenly, and the sound of a slap rang out.

“We have to be gentle remember? Humans are such fragile creatures, especially children, they might just snap if you push them even a little too hard. Our little one will be safe with us. “ with those words you could move your hands, and then you could scrunch your nose, and then your mouth. They must’ve drugged you to make you soft because most of your body was numb. You began trying to see if you could move at all, but the fluffy blankets under you made it hard to sit up.

Almost immediately a man with blond spiky hair was looming over you, he moved so fast you hadn’t seen him, he tucked his arms under you and lifted you up with such ease that it didn’t seem human. In fact, he didn’t seem human at all, his eyes golden and seemingly glowing, his body too strong. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, but there were leather straps strapped around his chest, along with some fur pants with jangly beads hanging down front he belt. You hadn’t realized you were screaming until he began to hush you.

“It’s okay. It’s alright, your body will feel like this for a short while, I had to give you a little something to make you calm down or you might’ve killed yourself. I did it to help you alright?”it was so hard for you to get out an answer to that without pain, so you just closed your eyes and rested… only to open them again and see the stranger staring at your face. He knew you were awake clearly. But it was almost like he didn’t know what to do with you.

Hot breath behind you found it’s way into your senses again, which naturally alarmed you. You had though it was just you and this.. man? Creature? In here. So you tried to get to see whatever it was. And when you did, you began sobbing once more, and shrill screaming was heard throughout the den.

A thing. No, a dragon was just standing there staring at you, probably thinking about how it wanted to eat you, it’s bright red skin and glowing yellow eyes pierced into your soul as you stared and stared and stared. And the more you did, the more terrifying it got.

“No no no no no- kiri- go hide for now you are scaring her. it’s alright baby, it’s alright. He won’t hurt you, i swear.” Cooed the man as he covered your eyes and pressed you into his bare chest. His warmth was such a contrast to the stark cold in this cave, you could tell something was unusual about him, like this was demonstrating some sort of special behavior. This man just seemed so harsh with kaminari , but his voice turned soft with you, completely different from when he was with denki .

Of course, this still didn’t help you calm down, in fact it just made you more fearful. It made you realize the weight of the situation, kaminari was likely dead and he’s the only one who knew you were here, and you were with one inhuman man, and either a dragon or one really terrifying lizard.

The tears ran freely from your eyes as you stared ag this man, he just hushed you and pulled you closer, tucking your head into the knook of his shoulder and slightly bouncing you. His grip was just so strong, and you were too weak form the blood loss, the starvation, and whatever drug he had given you to try and fight back right now.

The barbarian royalty hadn’t expected you to come today, he’s only seen you from afar before when you were slightly smaller, running through the forests, you had sensed him staring at you, and ran the other way.

You were just so small. So tiny. Many of the humans around avoided the cave, and the town nearby wasn’t exactly known for baring many children, he hadn’t seen one as young as you in over 15 years. And god did it awaken something in him, and something in his dragon too.

They used to care for children when they were younger, children who showed clear signs of mistreatment, children who got too curious and wandered into their nest. But then the village caught on to why so many young ones began to go missing. And they tried to kill the “beasts” in this cave. Of course they failed, and of course they all died. The tale that pursued was nothing but a childrens fairytale to frighten the little ones from wandering. And the two inhabitants were forgotten.

And this town, this town has become cursed, after you, the young ones stopped coming, no children could be had, so there were no children to care for. Which is why you were so special. Oh gods you smelled so fresh, so pure, and he could tell that boy that was nothing but a pile of blood and bones had been doing something to you, you smelled of sadness, of exhaustion.

He would nurse you back into too shape though.

He would take care of you, along with his partner.

He would make you a big soft nest where you could go when you got overwhelmed, when you got scared.

He would care for you

Oh god how happy will his tribe be when they found out he had found his child

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Hello.

My very sparse updating schedule is because I’m lazy and lack the energy to write :P

I have a good moonknight work on the way though!

Thank you so much for all the concern about my well-being! Im not dead and I am (almost) fully mentally stable:)

And if anybody wants some kind of mafia au fic please request now!

I love y’all! Bye bye!

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[thetreefairy]

Coming out with y!dad Bakugo

This motherfucker doesn't give a shit who you love, because he ain't allowing it either way. He will be like: "I don't care who you love, as long as you are happy."

Will you date however?

No

This blasty hero will, since he already kidnapped you from your real parents, completely isolate you if he finds out that you are dating.

What does that mean?

See it in this little drabble that I made:

"Dad! You were so rude to (s/o)! I thought you didn't care who I love?!"

"I don't, you are just too young to date! Don't you know how toxic relationships at that age can be!?" Katsuki shouted at Reader. their s/o was over for dinner"

"My fucking god! You are so full of shit!"

"Watch your language!" Katsuki shouted. "I knew I should have just home-schooled you. Pack your bags."

"Excuse me?" Reader hissed. "We are moving to our vacation home."

"thats like 5 hours away!"

"That's the point, now pack your fucking bags, before I do it for you."

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