#yandere my hero acadamia

[demonlamb666]

Domestic!Dabi

~Domestic!Dabi who wears the “worlds best boyfriend” apron you got him for your 1st anniversary every time he cooks, and will deny that he likes it with a light blush on his face every time you mention it.

~Domestic!Dabi who will pick you up and carry you over his shoulder every time he vacuums so you don’t get in the way.

~Domestic!Dabi who’s favourite part of the day is when he cooks dinner and gets to listen to you gossip about the neighbours and watch your animated gestures as you tell the story.

~Domestic!Dabi who keeps a photo of you in his wallet and looks at it before every mission to remember what he’s fighting for.

~Domestic!Dabi who knows that he would have died a long time ago if you hadn’t come into his life and given him a reason to come home at the end of the day.

#yandere #yandere writing #yandere bnha #yandere mha #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere my hero academia #yandere scenarios #dabi x reader #dabi x y/n #dabi x you #mha dabi #bnha dabi #my hero academia dabi #boku no hero academia #my hero acadamia #touya todoroki #touya x reader #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki x you #yandere dabi #yandere dabi x reader

[angstyclowns]

What about yandere alpha Shigaraki where the reader meant to send him a text telling him she was going out but the text never sent so he thinks she ran away when she literally just went to like a park or something but he's all angry when she returns back to the hideout

God what tf do I even write on here- Are ya'll even still there?

Anywhore theres a wordcount limit now wtf

TW: Yandere behavior, unhealthy power dynamics and relationships, nothing OP recommends or condones,

Yandere! Alpha! Tomura Shigaraki X Omega! Reader

Okie dokie-- first off, this man is so goddamn fine. Like what you doing out here with all that ass

*Lip bite*

Sorry, as you can see, my sense of humor has not gotten better. Now you all have to suffer with it. :) also, my old writing was cringe as hell, but here we are yet again.

See, Tomura to me, he demands obedience in every aspect of his life.

His underlings know better than to cross him, the original members of the LOV know better, everyone knows that his word is law, only a back seat to AFO himself .

When he goes about choosing an omega, I assume their someone whose already a meek and malleable little thing. Beaten down by the world over and over again.

Maybe your weeks away from eviction after your dog died and your mother is trying to get you to pay for your pregnant sister's prenatal care. I don't know. But your tired.

And your probably one harsh shove away from breaking down in the middle of the street.

Well, Shigaraki likes shoving so he's prolly the one who does it. It's a simple tap, you barely stagger, as right now he's just aiming to be a menace to society, not an actual threat.

But the way you freeze, and with how quickly your scent plummets, one would think he killed your pup.

He pauses, watching as your head bows and tears drip down your pretty round cheeks.

And- oh no.

He's got to have you.

the curve of your nose and the arch of your brows meld your facial features oh so nicely. The curve of your neck and shoulders make him ache to know how it would feel to drag his canines along the silk of your skin, to feel the assortment of scars, moles, goosebumps, anything that might appear.

He wants it all. And Tomura Shigaraki gets what he wants.

So, after a minor surprise date that only he knew about and a slight adjustment period where he might've had to teach you the ropes, all was good!

Nowhere to live? Look at Re-Destro's kind gesture of gifting Shigaraki a house for him and his omega!

Your dog died? Well, you don't need them for companionship, you have him now!

You mother is making you pay for your pregnant sister's prenatal? You don't have a sister anymore why keep in contact with them when it brings you nothing but stress? You have him. You don't need anything or anyone else. Don't you get that?

Eventually, you find solace in the insanity life you've cultivated with Tomura. He begins to trust you, which is such a heavy thing in his line of work. You don't want to break that trust, do you?

Wanna sit in on a meeting like the pretty little mindless arm candy you are? His lap is always a nice seat.

Although he prefers you on his face- but that's another story-

Want to go sit in the yard and do whichever craft has your attention lately? Don't mind the cameras Send him a text and he's sure it's fine.

Wanna go on a walk to the park? Text him and let him know-- which is exactly what you did. But, as you'll soon learn the hard way, you should always double check to make sure your message sent.

Bc it hadn't :)

And Shigaraki was none the wiser of where you were! Lucky you!

Now, when Tomura came home he was fully expecting to have his arms full of needy omega, whining and chirping for his attention while he acted like he didn't like it.

It was a game, a balancing act, to give you the smallest inch and take the mile for himself.

Its how he kept you leashed nice and tight.

But he didn't have that.

He had an empty house, echoing his chirps back to him. At first, he was reasonable. Maybe you fell asleep in your nest. You had done that before.

But your nest was bare.

Now he was beginning to grow angry. He checked his phone, maybe he missed a text?

Nope. Now he was pissed.

Where was his omega? Did you think you could actually get anywhere without him?

Where would you go? You had nothing without him. NOTHING.

He swore you knew where you belonged but evidently not.

Not that he cared. He fancied himself quite the teacher.

when you stepped through the door, you barely had the chance to plead your case.

Shigaraki demanded obedience in every aspect of his life, and you would understand that.

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[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

Welcome to my blog darling <3

Here I mostly do *insert character* x child! Reader (platonic ofc!)

I am also willing to do teen/adult reader too.

Requests are closed!

(P.S, when requesting please be specific, my imagination can only go so far.)

Fandoms I will write for:

Slasher/horror fandom (characters may be limited!)

Creepypastas

JoJo's bizarre Adventure

Hunter x hunter

My hero acadamia

Mob psycho 100

Spy x family

Demon slayer

Death note

One punch man

Haikyuu!

Etc++

Genres I will write for!:

Fluff

Angst

Platonic

Romantic

yandere

Things I will not write for!:

Smutt/lemon ( I am a minor )

Pedophilia

R@pe/noncon

Anything else I'm not comfortable with.

That is all, thank you for reading till the end!!💗💞

#slasher x you #anime #slashers #yandere #child!reader #anime x you #x reader #x you #x you fluff #character x y/n #author #masterlist #yandere slashers

[yanderemommabean]

Who do you think is the gentlest of the yanderes? Like, as much as I love the force and toughness sometimes, sometimes I really crave gentleness and possible "forced" cuddles. Who do you thing is the sweetest, even after a kidnapping?

Hmm, that's a tough one!

Fandom wise, I'll have to keep it short, but Izuku and Kirishima from Boku No Hero Acadamia definitely fit the bill. I also believe Yuji (JJK fandom) has potential there too!

As for my OCs, Jasper gives you time to adjust but doesn't handle any sort of dramatic, over the top outbursts. Lee is very kind, as well as Dexter, they're probably the most likely to remain kind and gentle towards you after making you theirs.

But as we all know, that doesn't mean other people are safe from their wrath!

-Mommabean

#honestly it's a mix #depends on my headspace a lot too #but today I feel this is accurate! #pie bean #bean confessions #yandere scenarios #mommabean #yandere imagines #bean asks

[meepmoopmaap]

I write things!

Would you like the see a fic on another site?

Lightning To the Heart (Tenya x Denki) on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47200549

What kind of things do I write?

My Hero Acadamia

Ouron High School Host Club (I will not write romantic pairings for Honey)

Hazbin Hotel and Helluva boss (I will not write romantic pairings for Nifty or Stolas's daughter who's name I forgot)

The Ace Attorney Game Trilogy (I only made it about 3/4 of the way through to second game and I will not write romantic pairing for Maya or Mia

How do you ask me to write things?

Send me an ask with this information:

what fandom?

what character?

do you wanna ship or a yn thing?

headcannons, a drabble, or a short fic?

if it's yn, what gender?

and most importantly: A few sentences about what you want me to write!

Rules

nsfw is allowed, but if I am uncomfortable with the topic I will politely decline *AS OF RIGHT NOW, SMUT IS OFF THE MENU*

With angst I will require a comfort ending, if you don't include one I'll take creative liberties and make one up

I will NOT write for Mineta and any character I don't know well enough to comfortably write

As of right now, I will not be writing AU's, at some point this might change but for now this is how it is

I will write any kind of yn, but if you do not specify the gender it will be gender neutral

Ships are allowed but if there is an severe age gap I might decline (Severe age gap is an age gap of 5+ years)

smut involving any member of 1-A will be aged up to about 25 years old

BANNED TOPICS:

Rape/non-con

feet fetishes

scat fetishes

underage smut

ANY form of discrimination

vore

bodily fluids in general

TERFs

Mineta apologists

suicide

self-harm

Drugs (I will make an ecception for weed)

First time you mention a banned topic you get a warning, second time I will stop writing your fic requests regardless of the topic, third time you get blocked

WELCOME TOPICS ^^:

Yandere *AS OF RIGHT NOW, THIS IS OUT OF STOCK*

Poly relationships

any member of the lgbtq+ community

hurt/comfort

if you aren't sure if your request fits the rules, just ask!

constructive criticism

Non-sexual bdsm *This is sort of finnicky and circumstantial, inquire for details if you want darlings*

Masterlist

Character x yn:

Fair day (Present Mic)

New Teacher (Aizawa)

Yandere Ojiro Headcannons

Dating Advice for Dummies (Iida)

Under the Mistletoe (Aizawa)

Asking people out, a guide for beginners (Iida)

Take a Hint, Dammit! (Midoriya)

Independence is Overrated (Yandere yn x darling Hizashi)

Headcannons for Soft Yandere Shinso x fem yn who is Aizawa's daughter

Flirty Blitzo x yn who pretends not to notice headcannons (Helluva Boss)

Headcannons for Aizawa x Famous Hero yn

Blitzo x Moxie's sister yn (heluva boss)

Ships:

Luckiest Man in The World (Iida x Denki)

Housewife Bakugou (Bakudeku)

Series:

Library lovers (Iida):

Dating Advice for Dummies (pt. 1)

Asking people out, a guide for beginners (Pt. 2)

Likes are nice, but without reblogs my work isn't seen, so please reblog if you don't mind!

#bnha writing #fanfic #my hero academia #my hero fanfic #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #ouron high school host club #ace attorney #pinned post

[armybratz123]

Requests and Rules

Hello! I am new to tumblr but thought it be fun to try out and use to get out some one shots, extras from my in-progress stories, etc;

I write on Wattpad, Ao3, Quotev, and fan fiction.net under the usernames Nerd101, NeedAlert101, and ArmyBratz101 for those of you who may have heard or read my stories before. This is my first post! And I’ve decided to start off with requests. To me get started, afterwards, some time in the future, we’ll see whether or not I’ll continue doing requests once I get the ball rolling.

Fandoms:

Doctor Who

Danny Phantom

DC

Marvel

Twisted Wonderland

Katekyo Hitman Reborn

One Piece

Percy Jackson

Miraculous Ladybug

Transformers (specifically Bayverse, but I’m open to the other versions as well. Just be specific)

Twilight (limited, I'm very picky with this one)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Persona 5

How to Train Your Dragon

Avatar the Last Airbender

Hobbit

Lord of the Rings

Fate (Be specific which one)

My Hero Acadamia

Supernatural

Lucifer

Good Omens

(More will most likely be added on in the future.)

What I Can and Am Willing to Do:

Crossovers; I’ve always find it fun twisting the stories and universe in ways so two worlds can exist as one, or just how one person from a different world is like in another.

Reader inserts; I’m meh at them (haven’t done too many) but depending on the request I might do some. But don’t get your hopes up.

OCs; it’s fun making up characters from a different world, but I will only do my own. You want to request an OC from a certain world, great! Just if you want a specific detail (ability, world they’re from, personality trait, people to interact with, good/bad/antihero, love interest, etc;) just tell me and I’ll add that in! These OC’s can also be used for requests in the future once finished (I’ll even draw them).

AUs; I love them and and always enjoy writing them. Such as soulmates, fantasy, mafia, monsters, etc; been original made up ones you guys have in mind, I’m willing to try them out! There are just only two Aus that I won’t do, and they will be specified in my ‘Don’ts’ list.

Fluff; give me the fluff!

Hurt/comfort; some of these babies have been through a lot. And I will gladly write stories that give them the love and strength that they deserve.

Angst; I’m suprise at myself at how GOOD I actually am at writing angst. It almost scares me 😅. But just to let you know, the angst I wrote will always turn out alright and happy, even a little fluffy, at the end bc I can’t write sad endings to save my life.

happy endings; not much to say. Summed it up pretty much in the Angst rule. I hate unhappy endings, ‘nough said.

Extras; if you’re a reader of my content and stories from the fan fiction sites and want something that are not shown in the books, like an au or scene between episodes/chapters then go on and request some. Even aus or different way things could have happened in my stories go ahead and ask!

Music Videos; I like doing them, they’re fun. I’ve been making some from over the years with my hoards of photos and fan art I’ve found and saved over the years lol. But yeah, I’ll most likely post some I’ve already have, but if you have a certain song or fandom, go ahead and request!

(More will most likely be added on in the future.)

What I Won’t Do:

Smut or any kind of NSFW; I will write kisses, cuddles, and other romance couple things, but it’s going to be very safe and PG.

Alpha/Beta/Omegas; it ties in with smut and NSFW for me, I know that’s not the thing all the time, and there are a couple of stories in this au that I like, but I don’t feel confident enough to write this while making it comfortable for me and sticking to the au. So, just to save me the pain, no, I will not do this au. Sorry if that disappoints you guys.

Yandere; I like this content on occasion, but I will not be able to write this for the life of me. I put myself in the characters’ I write shoes, as if I was living the adventure with them. So I can’t write this in that case. Angst is one thing, this is something else entirely. Again, sorry for those of you that are disappointed, but I gotta put my foot down on things that make me uncomfortable.

Sad/Unhappy endings; I kinda mentioned/glossed over this already. But I’m putting down anyway, just in case. I can write sad and angst things but I always gotta end light or happy. If I don’t, then it most likely means I’ll be doing a continuation of that particular story/one shot.

(More will most likely be added on in the future.)

This is just the beginning. Direct message me, or go to the ask box. I will be waiting, in the mean time, I will most likely be writing some stuff on my own in between requests. I hope you enjoy my work!

Be Your Best You! Bye~!

#dc universe #doctor who #twilight #marvel #marvel mcu #danny phantom #transformers #tf bayverse #teenage mutant ninja turtles #mlb #miraculous ladybug #twisted wonderland #twst #one piece #katekyo hitman reborn #khr #pjo series #fanart #images #oneshots #short stories #fanfic #corssover #oc #my oc art #headcanon #requests #requests open #this is my start #percy jackson

[down-in-devildom]

Moving forward

I think I’m just going to start writing whatever I want. I got really nervous after getting several requests and then my love for Obey Me faded. Not saying I won't write content for the fandom anymore, but my interests shift and I don’t want to feel barred from writing those things. You all have been so very kind and patient and I am so happy to have you all stick with me. You can send request still, but I am going to be honest, the chances of me responding will probably be rather slim unless it pertains to whatever my current interest at the time happens to be. At the moment, I seem to be very taken by yandere content, especially for My Hero Acadamia. You may see some post like that from me sooner or later

#rambling #leo speaks #leo talks

[ciematis]

⠀⠀⠀... make me your god

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all content written by me @ciematis, is owned by me, and you are not allowed to repost or translate my works. don't put my shit into ai generators, don't steal my shit and put it on wattpad. thank you.

before you send an ask!

have you read my byf?

If yes, then welcome to my blog! Here I write about my wildly varying interests with a largely animanga focus. At the moment I find myself interested in:

ALIEN STAGE till, ivan, mizi, sua, hyuna (dewey + issac) and luka

JUJUTSU KAISEN gojo, getou, yuuji, megumi, nobara, maki etc.

TOKYO REVENGERS toman, tenjiku, black dragons, etc.

DEMON SLAYER the 9 pillars, the 12 kizuki

CHAINSAW MAN denji, aki, power, kishibe, reze, asa, etc.

MY HERO ACADAMIA class 1-a, pro heros, villains ... others to be added.

I like to write whatever the fuck I want. Long fics, short drabbles, fluff, angst, smut the list goes on.

preface for interacting with my r18+ posts / dark content warning.

Dark content may include (but is not limited to) Minor/Major Character Death, Gore (extensive violence/brutality), themes of abuse or neglect, Yandere tropes, Non-consensual and dubiously consensual situations, power imbalances, and more along those lines. If you're curious about my thoughts concerning specific situations, don't be afraid to ask. I don't judge, nor do I bite (very hard). Above all, have fun. Do not use my content to trigger yourself or others.

#byf

[yandere-musings]

Helllooo ~ May I request a couple of headcannons for yandere Dabi and Shoto? What would their reaction be if they catch their s/o trying to escape? :)

It was a bit easier to do a drabble over headcanons. Hope you don't mind. Enjoy!

WARNING: The following contains dark and triggering themes of emotional abuse, violence, stalking or noncon. Read at your own risk!

Yandere Shoto Todoroki

Yandere Type: Smothering, Protective and Possessive

"Beloved?"

You jump in surprise, whipping your head around to look behind you. Standing just feet away in the center if the kitchen was Shoto Todoroki. Nononono this wasn't happening. He was supposed to be in meetings and running errands all day. Why was he back so early?! Why didn't you hear him come in?!Shoto's eyes were wide in shock, staring in disbelief with you standing at the back door, trying to pry open the padlock with a knife. The bags of groceries he had been holding fell from his hands, the contents spilling onto the kitchen tile. After the initial shock wore off, Shoto's expression quickly shifted to one of anger. You stood there, frozen like a deer in headlights. Moving carefully, he raised his arm to hold out his hand.

"Y/n... Give me the knife," he ordered sternly.

A cold sweat started running throughout your body. You weren't sure if it was out fear or if Todoroki's quirk was effecting the temperature of the room. The way he held his hand out was passive but his eyes told a different story. The fury in his gaze was clear. Shoto was livid. Part of you wanted to lunge at him and gouge out those eyes from that two-toned head head of his. But you knew that he would stop you before you could try.

A defeated sigh leaves your lips. I was so close, you thought. All you could really do was obey in hopes that whatever punishment he gave you wouldn't be as harsh. You look away in shame, holding out the hand that was tightly gripping the knife. After a tense moment of silence, gentle fingers reached out and caressed your hand before carefully prying the blade away. Asecond later, you heard the sound of the knife clattering after he tossed the blade on the kitchen counter top. You still couldn't bring yourself to look at him.

"I-I can explain-."

"Save it," he snapped.

You flinch at his sharp tone. He was clearly trying hard to be calm but you knew that inside there was a fiery rage building. You nervously look his direction. Shoto had his head hung down, his hair hiding his face while hands were clentched into fists at his side. He was trembling.

"There's... nothing you can say that can change how hurt I am right now."

He took a deep breath before looking up at you, his calm usual expression beginning to crack with tears starting to swell in his eyes. Suddenly, several small flames ignited and flashed up his arms and head. You recoil in surprise and take a step back, watching the fire flicker in fear. You try to take another step back, only to have your back press against the wall behind you. You were trapped.

"Is this why you've been so loving towards me lately? To get me to lower my guard?"

All your senses told you to run, but you knew that it would only anger him further. So instead, you settled for trembling against the wall like a cornered animal.

"I'm sorry Shoto..." you meekly apologized.

"I love you so much Y/n... I've done so many things to prove it. I only want to protect you. To make you happy. To earn your trust... so why... why...Why... WHY WONT YOU JUST LOVE ME?!!" he roared.

The sudden rush of heat hit you like a brickwall, making you screech and shield your face as you fall onto the floor. You instinctively cower on the ground, the burning fire in front of you. Shoto towered above you, flames engulfing his body. You wailed, tears flowing freely from your eyes but the blazing heat dried them almost instantly.

Todoroki's eyes widened again, watching as you recoiled and cowered on the floor at his feet. The imagine of his beloved, sobbing on the floor and trying to shield yourself from the flames. Todoroki's heart skipped a beat.

...Just like mother...

And like that, the heat was gone. You quivered on the warm tiles, your breathing struggling to even out. Shoto had made a vow never to use his quirks to hurt you... But perhaps there was punishment in which his quirks would do more good than harm. You trembled as you heard him pick up the knife again.

".... the only way you'll learn who you belong to is if I carve my name into your body," he muttered while raising the knife and taking a step towards you.

You screech and try to scramble to get away but his arm shoots out and grabs your leg. He drags you back and pins you down with his body weight. He pushes up your shirt, exposing the flesh of your stomach. Your arms flail beneath him, your screams of terror only growing louder. His fist punched the ground beside your head, ice forming instantly. You go limp, staying silent.

"...Stay still. When I'm done, I will cauterize the wounds with my fire to stop the bleeding.... Then soothe the pain with my ice. This is your punishment..."

* * *

Yandere Dabi Todoroki

Yandere Type: Possessive, Sadistic, Controlling

"Y/n.... What are you doing?"

You froze, your blood turning to lead in your veins... no No NO! Why was he here? Why was he home early? You were so close! Ever so slowly, you turned your head and look over your shoulder to see Dabi standing in the doorway. His cyan eyes bore into yours, taking in how you had one leg up on the bedroom floor and the other out the window. Scattered along the floor were shards of broken glass and a meat hammer laying haphazardly beside the windowsill. All the time you spent waiting. All those things you had to do for him in order to get Dabi to trust you. All the pain you endured for this one chance. Weeks of planning, wasted in an instant.

"I-I know this looks bad but-" you began but he cut you off.

"Get back inside right now, Y/n. If you do... I won't hurt you as bad."

You couldnt move, brain buzzing as you were overcome with paralyzing fear of the man who stood just feet away. On one hand, you already had one leg outside and on the rooftop. You had a head start and it was only the third floor. If you skipped climbing down the tree and just jumped, you might be able to walk afterwords ... But on the other hand, you knew what Dabi was like. There was no way in hell that he'd let you go that easy. He'd sooner set the house ablaze before he'd let your feet touch the ground outside.

"If you won't make a move, I will."

In an instant, he charged at you as fast as he could. All you could bring yourself to do was to tense up and wait for the pain. Within seconds, his fingers slid against your scalp, hoisting you up by your hair and dragging you off the windowsill. He threw you down on the floor, directly into the piles of broken glass. You let out a bloodcurdling scream as the shards easily sliced through your clothes to penetrate your skin. Before you could stand up, Dabi's foot loudly stomped down on your hand, pushing your palm harder into the broken pieces. You screamed and desperately clawed at his leg with your free hand. Dabi responded by grinding his heel even harder, driving the shards deeper and deeper into your flesh.

"Dabi! Dabi please I'm sorry! Please Dabi! It hurts! Stop!" you begged.

"Oh it hurts does it? Great, now we match! We're both in a lot of pain right now. You from the glass in your hand and me from you stabbing me in the fucking back. Y'know, I gotta admit! You had me fooled there for a while Y/n! I was starting to think you were learning your place. That we were finally passed all this," he sneered.

He spat on your back and lifted his leg. As soon as his foot was lifted off your hand, you brought it to your chest to cradle the bloody limb. You sat on the ground, a sobbing mess, wailing as Dabi crouched down beside you. You flinch involuntarily as his hand gently caressed the top of you head.

"Good thing I came home early today huh?"

You let out a pitiful whimper before he grabbed you by your hair again, yanking your head up to look at him. His crazed eyes were fixed on you, his mouth spread wide with a sadistic grin.

"Don't you get it yet Y/n? You belong to me. Even if you do get out, I will find you. I'll hunt you down and drag you back kicking and screaming if I have to," he hissed. You cried weakly as he let go of your head again. He let out an exaggerated sigh.

"Looks like I'm gone a have to chain you up whenever I leave now. I mean, its either that or I burn off your fucking legs. But I think you'd prefer the collar right babe?"

You nodded furiously while clutching your wrist, too overcome with the pain to move or do anything else. His hand began rubbing soothing circles on your back as you struggled to breathe. He grinned at the sight of your hand, now slathered in your own blood. He shook his head and chuckled.

"Still can't believe you tried to trick me Babe... I'm hurt..."

He picked up the meat hammer, leaned forward and with his breath warm against the shell of your ear and whispered.

"But not nearly as hurt as you're gonna be."

#tw yandere #tw abuse #yandere dabi #yandere shoto #yandere todoroki #yandere #male yandere #yandere x reader #yandere bnha #yandere mha #yandere boku no hero acadamia #yandere my hero acadamia

[vis-yandere-blog]

yandere!izuku midoriya headcanons

Let’s get the obvious stuff out of the way first. He’s an obsessive stalker. He has a notebook dedicated to you.

You’re the first person who tells him he can be a hero. That’s not the only reason he fell in love with you though. You’re such an amazing person. You put everyone’s needs before your own and even if you have trouble showing it, you’re genuinely kind. If you’re ever rude, he knows it’s because you’ve been through a lot and it’s impossible to keep your pain inside you all the time.

He’s been bullied his whole life, so he has little confidence and low self esteem. Because of this, he’s too shy to talk to you because he’s convinced himself that if he did, you’d think he was weird. He can’t talk to you, so he satisfies himself by watching you.

It starts small, with him always keeping an eye out for you and getting excited whenever he finds out you’re in a group with him, and escalates until he’s following you everywhere, even to your house.

‘Midoriya? What are you doing here?’ you asked. You weren’t suspicious, so you wondered why he seemed so nervous.

‘A-ah, (name)! What a coincidence!’ he giggled, averting his gaze and tucking one foot behind the other.

You laughed awkwardly. ‘Yeah, totally!’ you said.

Eventually, he starts to creep you out. You catch him staring at you one too many times. You might complain about his standoffish behaviour to your friends.

When he notices you avoiding him and looking at him with disgust, he panics.

He wouldn’t kidnap you. Everything comes to a head when you catch him doing something totally insane (for example, hiding in your closet) and call the cops on him.

As a yandere, Izuku would give off big Joe Goldberg vibes. He’d go to insane lengths to stalk you and insert himself into your life. He’d probably even hack your phone.

He probably has an aesthetic, Pinterest-style collage of candid photos of you on the back wall of his closet, hidden behind his clothes.

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[i-cant-sing]

do you personally think enji would be the type to cry as he walks his kid down the aisle at their wedding?

yes, I mean he wouldn't cry while walking her down the aisle, but he definitely did cry the night before and also when you were young and asked him to pretend to walk you down the aisle while wearing a pillowcase as a veil. Repeatedly asks you if you're sure you want to got through this wedding, telling you that you just need to say the word and he'll get you out of there quietly. The whole time at the wedding, Enji has this big sad face and he'd have to force a smile whenever you'd look at him, but in reality his throat is closing up, his heart is sinking down and with everyone celebrating the happy occasion, he feels like his entire world is crashing and burning to the ground.

It just... he doesn't know where the time went so fast. Just yesterday, he was holding your hand as he taught you how to walk, chuckling when you'd look up and smile at him. And now, he's holding your hand tightly (almost like its you who is making sure he doesn't fall), arms linked and when he's about to give your hand to Katsuki, you smile at him, just like you used to when you were a kid and he pats your cheek and looks away when you kiss his cheek and give him a hug, thanking him for always being there for you.

His voice although monotonous, wavers the slightest bit when he's giving his speech and he shares all the sweet memories he's had the privilege of making with you all these years, and by the end of it, almost no eye in the room is not crying.

When the time comes for the father-daughter dance, and Enji hugs you tightly, just know its taking every fibre in his being and more to stop himself from whisking you away and locking you inside the house for the rest of time. And know this too, if Katsuki so much touches a hair on your head the wrong way, Enji will burn that rat bastard who stole his little princess from him until there's nothing, not even his ashes.

The Todorokis will be watching this marriage very closely, and they're all eagerly waiting for Katsuki's jealous ass to mess up.

And maybe when you're about to sit in the car and leave with Katsuki, maybe a small tear escapes out of Enji's eye when you look back and kiss his cheek one last time, making Enji lose his stoic composure as he engulfs you tightly, and for a second you think he isn't going to let go, but then he pulls back and tells you to call him everyday.

Because you have no idea how much Enji misses you when you're gone. Every singe day after your wedding, Enji goes to your room and makes your bed, sits on it silently and just tries to relive all the memories he has made with you, his hand smoothing the bedsheet over and over again. Every single day, he awaits for your call eagerly, heart breaking a little when you have to cancel on your daddy-daughter date and he just sits in the ice cream parlour sadly. But you make up for that when you drop by for surprise visits, either at home or at his office.

And maybe Rei doesn't love Enji anymore, but she still cares about him. So when Enji starts looking depressed, she may or may not suggest... a set up to make Katsuki mess up.

Nothing is more important to Enji than your happiness, but the longer you're away from him, the more he wants to just... bend that rule a little.

You're his baby, now and forever. <3

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[basicmyherowhore]

Do you think you could do a yandere pro hero deku with a shy s/o. They've always been super timid but when ever he get in a close vicinity of them, their face goes beet red. I just imagine deku sees his s/o and is like:

Deku: "Hey y/n!" *Kisses their cheek*

Y/n: *stares at him like he hung the moon and stars while face is as red as a tomato*... *Passes out*

If you don't get to this idea that's okay but I just thought It was a funny idea as a easily flustered person

Stop, I think this is so cute! I feel like it would work both ways in a sense? Like Deku was probably like this in the beginning of their relationship, but once he noticed how much more timid they are than him, he takes advantage of it, happy to finally be the one who isn’t flustered 24/7. (I kinda just turned this into a drabble, I hope that’s okay! I’m gonna keep this gender neutral since you didn’t specify. This is not so Yandere, but it’s there if you squint) Thanks for the ask!!!

You’ve been working at Pro Hero Deku’s agency for only a few months now. You still can’t believe that you got the job as the hero’s personal assistant, but your life hasn’t been the same since you did. You watched Deku rise to the top of the charts over the course of his career. It didn’t take him long, maybe two years at best. You could only watch from afar in awe as he ascended to the number 1 hero spot.

You’d always found the man extremely handsome, and the sight of his smile after a battle never failed to get your heart racing. Your friends would tease you about your crush on Deku, often buying you his merch as gag gifts. Little did they know that you kept each thing they ever bought, the start of a shrine forming in the corner of your room. You’d never admit it though, that would be far too embarrassing.

Never in a million years did you think that you’d wind up working for the hero, but it seems fate has an interesting way of making things happen. At first you thought it was all a weird joke from the universe, why would a Pro Hero like Deku be taking applications for an assistant, specifically from quirkless people? To this day you still don’t know what made you apply. But you’re so thankful you did…

You’re sat at your desk, working on some paper work when you hear a knock at your door. You glance up only to meet eyes with familiar green ones. Your body tenses as Deku approaches with a smile. You can already feel your body’s temperature beginning to rise.

“Morning, Y/N!” He greets you cheerfully, taking a seat on the corner of your desk. His large frame taking up the majority of the space. “You’re looking especially good this morning, did you do something different with your hair?”

You can only stare wordlessly as his muscled arm reaches towards you, calloused fingers gentles touching a piece of your hair. Your heart is practically leaping in your chest as his hand trails down from the crown of your head towards your cheek. He pinches the skin there lightly, chuckling as your face darkens with a blush.

“Too cute.” He smiles at you with unnoticed adoration in his eyes.

“Deku-San, please.” You whimper, lightly pushing his hand away from your warm face.

“Please what, Y/N?” Deku taunts you, smirking as he uses both hands to pinch at your cheeks. “You have to use your words to get what you want.”

“P-please-“ You struggle to get the words out, too embarrassed to get your mouth to work. You push yourself, forcing the words out much louder than you meant to. “Please stop teasing me!”

Deku freezes, looking down at you from his spot on your desk. He retracts his hands and places them at his sides. For a moment his face is blank and you fear that you’ve angered him. You turn your face downwards, too afraid to continue looking into his eyes.

A warm hand lightly touched your face, tilting it upwards. You jump back in surprise when you see the proximity of Deku’s face, not expecting it to be so close to your own.

“Good job, Y/N!” His signature smile replaces the previous blank expression. “I’m proud of you for standing up for yourself.” You feel like you’re going to die when he nuzzles his cheek against your own. You feel frazzled when his eyes meet your own again, staring into your being. “What a good little assistant I have.”

When you feel the soft skin of his lips press against your face, it’s feels like your soul leaves your body entirely. Your face feels like it’s a thousand degrees and you can’t even explain why your nose is starting to bleed. Deku watches in shock as your body slumps forward in your chair, you would’ve been hitting your desk if he wasn’t there to grab hold of you.

“Y/N?” He calls your name with concern, looking at your dilated half closed eyes and dazed expression. When he sees your eyes lazily focus on him, he knows that you’re okay. He caresses your cheeks with his thumbs lovingly. “Awe, I must have over done it this time. Sorry I can’t help myself. You’re just too cute when you’re a mess over me.”

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[vixenpen]

Yandere Yakuza Bakugo x Fem Black Darling

(Art by: @mlightfoott on Instagram)

(This has been on my mind for awhile)

You started as Bakugo’s personal assistant and occasional personal fuck doll.

Because: 💥 Come on, you think I hired your fine ass JUST to balance my books? Tch! Fuck outta here.

His words. He was drawn your stacked body, beautiful skin, and bright eyes full of intelligence and attitude

Even though your PA position came with extra work, You didn’t mind either job.

Bakugo paid you well and fucked you until you were pretty much bedridden.

In fact, that was the only way he kept you. Bedridden. Usually in his bed

If you think he wasn’t strategic about insisting you stay over the night to ‘rest’ until you ‘got back on your feet’ well, I got a beach house to sale you in Idaho.

Somehow or another you ended up moving up from his PA and fuck toy, to his woman

And what a move it was!

If you thought Bakugo spoiled your ass before?

Oh girl!

You can get the entire world if you want it

There’s just a few rules.

No talking to men whom aren’t on his team or aren’t service workers of some sort because..

💥 Daddy’s a little jealous baby girl. Can you fuckin blame me? Look how beautiful you are

If you do talk to someone he hasn’t approved of, no problem. Nothing a few explosive spanks on that pretty chocolate ass of yours can’t fix. You won’t make that mistake again will you?

And of course if any guy touches, harasses or flirts with you, you get the pleasure of hearing them be tortured in Bakugo’s “pleasure chambers” as he calls them

He also likes to pre-approve your outfits. He likes you scantily clad. You’d think he’d want you conservative, but no. He likes those short skirts that show off your pretty melanated legs, no bras so he can watch your nipples harden, tight jeans so he can watch that ass jiggle

Also, he enjoys watching men drool over what’s his

Never question his authority.

💥 I know what’s best for us, baby. Don’t worry.

If you do, we’ll, he’ll just have to throat fuck you until you’re too hoarse to talk now, won’t he? Maybe use one of those fun little toys that forces your mouth open

If he’s in the mood, you’re in the mood. PERIOD

💥 What the fuck do you mean, you’re tired?! You don’t do shit all day but spend my money.

He won’t force sex out of you, but you better either let him thigh fuck or tit fuck you until he’s satisfied.

You’re not allowed to go anywhere without him or one of his security guards

Speaking of going places, you better check in with him in hourly intervals or answer his calls. Failure to do so will result in revoked phone privileges and you being on lock down for months

He monitors your friends closely. Most of your friends are just other darlings or women in his crew.

And again you ain’t going no where without his permission or his guards. He doesn’t give af who those girls are. He still can’t trust em

He doesn’t share. Too jealous for that, but he does like an audience, so be prepared to get fucked in a meeting or on a conference table.

Definitely be prepared for people watch his goons beating off to you two and to catch them eye fucking you when Katsuki’s not looking

But the only people who can smash is the squad and that’s on special occasions

So, sure, there are some rules and regulations to being Bakugo’s kept woman, but as long as you follow them, the whole world is yours to have

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[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Survival of the Fittest. 

Pairing: Yandere!Bakugo/Reader/Yandere!Kirishima (BNHA).

Word Count: 3.6k.

TW: Apocalypse/No Quirks AU, Unhealthy Codependency, Non-Consensual Touching, Mentions of Death/injury, Non-Graphic Violence, Imprisonment.

You were lucky Kirishima had been the one to find you.

‘Find’ might’ve been the wrong word. It implied that he was looking, that he wanted to discover you, bleeding and battered and bruised, cowering in a grimy corner of what used to be a grocery store. It must’ve looked pathetic, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be embarrassed by your torn clothes, your matted hair, the way you’d whimpered as he first approached, all wide eyes and open arms. Survivors were few and far between, and it’d been weeks since you saw another living, breathing person. Kirishima hadn’t seemed like a god-send, not in the moment, but he was a miracle. You’d been too shocked to thank him properly, as he pulled you to your feet and practically carried you out of the city, but you should. You wanted to. You owed him that, if nothing else.

You were lucky it’d been him, rather than Bakugo. You were grateful it hadn’t been Bakugo.

You’d probably still be rotting in that corner, if it had been.

He didn’t seem to like you very much, even if he had begrudgingly moved aside when Kirishima asked if he could bring you inside. It was a bunker, judging by the sparse furniture littered around the common area, plain cement walls only adorned with the occasional hunting knife or bat left to lean against them. The bench Kirishima had left you on was wooden, too stiff to ever be comfortable, but it was a practical choice. Fabric was a luxury to be stowed away and treasured, saved for things more important than a stranger’s comfort. You’d do the same thing, if you’d been in his shoes.

That didn’t stop Bakugo from glaring, though, perching himself on the edge of a nearby crate and refusing to take his eyes off of you, as if you’d already earned and lost his trust. “There���s no fucking advantage,” He started, but he wasn’t talking to you. You weren't worth his time, just yet, not while you were still just a stray Kirishima was too much of a saint to turn away. “We’re not a damn food bank. It’s not out responsibility to babysit every dumbass on the verge of death.”

“Don’t listen to him.” At least Kirishima was kind enough to address you as he slipped back into the common room, taking his place at your side and handing you something – a mug, cremated and unchipped and filled to the brim with something watery, steam still rising off the top. Your first sip was hesitant, but you couldn’t stop yourself from draining the cup once you recognized the taste. Coffee. Cheap, bitter, heavenly coffee, the kind you didn’t have enough clean water to risk trying to make. You could’ve kissed him. You might’ve, if the calm levity in his voice hadn’t snapped you out of it. “Katsuki’s just a little defensive, when it comes to guests. We’ve got plenty of supplies to go ‘round, and…” He trailed off, glancing over you. To the bruises circling your wrist, the stained bandages peaking out from underneath your shirt. To the spot where your ankle twisted just a little too far to the left for the angle to be natural, the evidence of a fall you tried and failed to break with something besides your own body. “I don’t think we can kick someone out in good faith with those kinda injuries. Not with all the crawler activity, lately.”

You flinched at the name alone. Crawler, creatures, the things that used to be people and weren’t, not now, not anymore. You used to think of them as zombies, but that wasn’t right. Calling them zombies would be an injustice, even if they did tend to rot if left to their own devices. Zombies weren’t that fast. Zombies weren’t that distorted. You’d encountered three or four, but you tried to avoid attracting them, when you could. It was easier, when you were on your own.

Bakugo groaned, bringing you out of your thoughts. You tried to stop your hands from shaking, as he spoke. “You’ve got a group to run back to, right? Nobody survives that long without one.”

You tried not to sound as small as you felt. Judging from the way Kirishima glanced away, it was a futile effort. “Nobody survives that long with one, either.”

Kirishima’s hand came to rest on your shoulder, and Bakugo crossed his arms, a sign that must’ve meant submission, judging by Kirishima’s optimistic response. “Just until your ankle’s healed up,” He promised, a compromise you hadn’t asked him to make. “You’ll stay until then, right? ‘d be a shame if we had to lose another person because of Katsuki’s bad attitude.”

There was a sharp ‘hey’, a barely stifled laugh, and slowly, you forced yourself to nod, immediately receiving a bright grin from Kirishima by way of reward. It was a practical choice, honestly – they had food, they had shelter, they didn’t seem to be grasping at threads just to get by. Even if Kirishima was a little too friendly and Bakugo wasn’t nearly friendly enough, you could life with that, you could get by. Once you’d worn out your welcome, you’d leave. As soon as you were fixed up.

You didn’t want to wait for things to go bad, this time.

~

Despite his reluctance, Bakugo didn’t take long to warm up to you.

Kirishima was still the approachable one, obviously. He was who you went to when you needed to find something, when you had a question about their ration system or weaponry or the parts of the bunker you weren’t allowed to go in, rooms with steel doors and deadbolts on the handle and a raw, metallic smell emanating from the other side, but Bakugo always seemed to be lingering just behind him, ready to scoff and roll his eyes before he took you by the wrist and explained that, if you expected to reap the benefits of their hospitality, you had to at least try to pull your weight. He was helpful, like that, his help less patronizing than Kirishima’s, albeit twice as easily frustrated. Still, he didn’t hate you. If anything, he seemed to—

“If you slow down one more time, I’ll feed ya to the damn bears myself.”

You sped up, reflexively. He didn’t hate you, but it wasn’t too late for him to start.

It’d been Kirishima’s idea for you to go hunting. You were still in a splint, the majority of your calf an abstract blend of medical tape and cloth padding, but you bit back the pain as you followed Katsuki down the rough, unpaved trail, gritting your teeth past the ache forming under your skin. It wasn’t a raid. If anything, you were only getting further from the city, working your way up the mountain their bunker was carved into the base of. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been concerned about the crossbow in Katsuki’s hands, the weapon already loaded and poised, but the hunting knife strapped to your thigh eased your nerves, as did his disinterest in doing anything but trudging forward. If he didn’t take the time to call back to you every few minutes, you might’ve thought he’d forgotten you were there entirely.

But, silence never suited you never well. Not with a near-stranger, at least. “You’re not afraid of crawlers?”

“This far out? Fuck no.” It was an immediate answer, quick and shameless. Like an amputation, if an amputation left you nursing a bruised ego rather than bleeding out. “There’s enough fresh meat in the city to keep ‘em occupied. Only the runts ever bother coming out here to look for scraps.”

“I would’ve been that meat,” You mumbled, absent-mindedly. It was an idle thought, more of an admission than an accusation, but judging by the way his posture slackened, how quickly his attention shifted to the foliage, he wouldn’t have cared either way. “If Kirishima hadn’t found me, I mean. God knows I look like an easy target.”

“You are an easy target. Just be glad he’s got a weak spot for charity cases.”

You opened your mouth, ready to ask what he meant, you lost your footing before you got the chance, slipping on the damp leaf litter as a spike of something agonizing ran from your heel to your knee. Bakugo didn’t flinch, letting you catch yourself on his shoulder as he raised his crossbow, barely taking a moment to aim before firing. You could feel the kick-back, a jolting reverberation that only seemed to make the wet thunk that followed a little worse, the sound of an arrow piercing skin and flesh.

You expected that. You were ready for it. But, you hadn’t been prepared for the deafening scream that came afterwards, heart-piercing and human. You moved to rush toward its source, but Bakugo only caught your arm, shaking his head. Like he’d missed, like he’d only killed a deer. Like there wasn’t a person thrashing in the underbrush, still crying out as he spoke over them. “Looters,” He explained, like that was an excuse. “We’ve been dealin’ with them for a while, now. ’s just a scout, but he would’ve been back with reinforcements if we let him run off untouched.”

Bile rose in the back of your throat. For your own sake, you chose to believe him. “So? We can’t just—”

“Yes, we can.” It wasn’t a question. He didn’t need your permission, and he didn’t want your compliance. He didn’t even bother to justify himself before he turned away, starting back on the trail as you stood, still too shocked to move. “C’mon, we’ve already lost enough sunlight, and I’m not wasting arrows on scum. The fucker can drag himself back to his hideout, for all I care.”

You could’ve argued. Bakugo didn’t seem to think the blow was fatal, but you could’ve checked, made sure, offer what might’ve been a dying man a few last seconds of company before he bit the bullet. You could’ve, part of you wanted to, but…

But then, Bakugo tossed a glare over his shoulder, and your attention was brought back to the crossbow in his hands, to the machete strapped to his belt, to how pitifully small your knife was, in comparison. You didn’t want to lose the trust you hadn’t really gained, just yet. You didn’t want to take that kind of chance, not when Kirishima wasn’t around to give you the benefit of the doubt.

So, you shut your eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to ignore the quiet sobbing in the background as you followed in his tracks.

~

Surprisingly, Kirishima was the first one to slip into your bed.

You told yourself it was a mistake, when he let himself into your room in the middle of the night, closer to sunrise than it was to sunset. None of the doors locked, thin plywood serving as more of a source of comfort than an actual barrier, and beyond your small collection of personal possessions and the bedside table you’d commandeered from storage, your room was identical to any of the eerily unoccupied barracks on the lower layers of the bunker. Still, you expected him to turn around, to see your sleeping form curled up in a corner of your cot and realize he had the wrong room. It was late, and he made a mistake. It didn’t have to be anything more.

But it wasn’t that late, and Kirishima never really made mistakes. He was too careful for anything like that.

At least he was being careful now, too, as far as you could tell with your eyes clenched shut, your breathing restricted to slow, shallow inhales that left your lungs feeling just a little too tight. He was gentle, if nothing else, wrapping a strong arm around your waist, pulling you against his chest and burying his face in the nape of your neck. You didn’t squirm, you didn’t push yourself away, but you must’ve been too stiff, too still, too rigid. He didn’t seem to buy the act, however desperate it was.

“’suki’s real proud of you.” His voice was tired, weighted down by exhaustion. Clearly, he wouldn’t be leaving. “He told me about yesterday. Says you were good, cooperative and all. He likes that kind of thing.”

You didn’t respond, digging your nails into the sterile, medical sheets. Your ankle throbbed, and you tried to focus on that, to justify it. To remember why you could still convince yourself to stay.

“He’s a big softie, though. We both are, but I don’t try to hide it.” There was a light squeeze to your side, the ghost of his lips over the crook of your neck. His breath was warm, compared to the bucker’s constant chill, and you tried to think of his smothering body heat as a small silver lining. “I think it’s sweet. Gets lonely ‘round here, y’know? You’re a good fit.” There was a pause, a chuckle. For a moment, you thought he might push a little further, hold you a tighter, but Kirishima only shook his head, going on with that same careless, tired lilt. “I knew you would be, when I first saw you. A fragile little thing like you could never survive out here, not all alone.”

He was half-asleep. He didn’t know what he was saying. He’d probably apologize tomorrow, if he even remembered. “I’m not going to stay for much longer. I’ll be on my own again, in another month.”

“We’ll see.” The cot’s barred frame creaked as he shifted, his weight coming to rest against your back – a constant, oppressive reminder of his presence. A memory flickered to life in the back of your mind, a familiar intimacy that’d been earned and asked for, but you pushed it away quickly. You didn’t want to think about things like that, not here, not when this was so one-sided, in comparison. “Get some rest. You haven’t been getting enough sleep, lately.”

You’d leave when it was safe to. When you healed. When you’d worn out your welcome and become more of a burden than a benefit.

You wouldn’t stick around long enough for things to get suffocating, this time.

~

It was a mutual decision, when Bakugo and Kirishima stopped you from leaving the bunker.

They didn’t ask. That was the part that stung, really, the thorn that started working itself under your skin the moment you caught them standing in the threshold, an empty duffle bag slung over Kirishima’s shoulder and a baseball bat tucked under his arm. Bakugo had his crossbow, a pistol you’d never seen before holstered at his hip, but that bothered you less than the way they were muttering, keeping their voices purposefully low. Like they knew how you’d feel, if you saw them. Like they wanted to avoid the tension.

You’d never been very good at picking up hints, though. Much less those you were desperately trying to ignore.

“You’re going out?” You called, approaching them before you could stop yourself, suppressing a yawn as you made a show of rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. It was early, and you didn’t want Kirishima to know you’d already been up for hours. If he thought you were tired, he’d assume you were losing sleep, and if he thought you were losing sleep, he’d take it as an excuse to visit you at night, again. You… you didn’t like it, when he did. “Let me grab my stuff, it’ll only take a minute. If I knew you two were planning a raid today, I would’ve—”

Bakugo was the first to shut you down. “Sit this one out, alright?” It was a question, this time, but barely, his usual bluntness wrapped in a layer of kindness so thin, you could practically see through it. “’s just a quick supply run. We’ll be out and back before you notice we’re gone.”

“We’ve done this a thousand times,” Kirishima added, offering a small smile. At least he was trying to be nice about it, in his own, patronizing way. “It’s starting to get boring, honestly. It‘d be a shame to ruin all the progress you’ve made for something so minor.”

Right, your ankle. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d complained about it, the last time you’d been in enough pain to limp, even if Bakugo still insisted on tending to your ‘injury’ once a day, at least. The truth was glaringly obvious, even if they still made a half-hearted attempt to hide it, to let you avert your eyes and pretend you believed them.

You didn’t bother trying to hide your disappointment, your expression dropping as your nails bit into the meat of your palm. “You don’t think I can keep myself safe.”

In their defense, neither tried to deny it. Bakugo only looked away, and Kirishima smiled apologetically, his hand already pushing against the bunker’s metallic door. “We don’t want to risk it,” He explained, like you were a liability. Like you hadn’t survived out there for months without their help, injured or uninjured. “If something happened to you, if someone got to you, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. We both care about you, even if Katsuki doesn’t want to admit it.”

“It’s practical.” Bakugo didn’t look at you. It was a small mercy, really. At least he was self-aware enough to be ashamed. “You need more time. You fucked yourself up bad before Eijiro found you – all that doesn’t go away overnight.”

Expect, it hadn’t been a night. It hadn’t been a day, or a week, and you were starting to question if it’d even been only two months. It was hard to keep track of time, but the weather was already turning, every scrape and bruise Bakugo could’ve concerned himself with was already healed, and you’d already let yourself get comfortable. You’d stayed too long. You’d let them get attached, and you’d failed to make it clear that you weren’t.

You had to get out. Now.

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Or, you could try to get out, at least.

You’d waited too long for Bakugo and Kirishima to just sit back and let you walk away.

They were stronger than you’d assumed. It was easy to forget what the human body was capable of, when you were so used to be exhausted and half-starved, but it wasn’t difficult to remember, not with Bakugo’s hands wrapped around your wrists, one of Kirishima’s arms splayed over your knees, stopping you from thrashing as they shoved you against a bed, a real bed, the frame wooden and the mattress more than just sponge and stuffing. It was one of theirs obviously, and if you’d stumbled onto it at any other time, you might’ve felt insulted, left out.

Right now, the only thing you could feel was terrified.

“Fucking bitch.” It was a grunt, a growl, followed by something close to a snarl as your elbow connected with his check. He was the one who’s caught you gathering up what little you had to take with you, a canteen already filled and strung across your back. It was on the floor, now, the metal dented and the contents spilling out, but if either of them minded wasting clean water, you couldn’t tell. They were busy, now, too busy dealing with you to worry about something so minor. Too angry to care, leaving you as the center of their rage. “We tried to be nice. We tried to give you a choice. You just couldn’t take the fucking hint, could you?”

“Let me go.” You couldn’t bring yourself to raise your voice, but you tried to come across as frantic, desperate, as betrayed and as disgusted as you really felt. “You’re both fucking crazy. I don’t want to—”

Kirishima didn’t let you finish, he’d never really bothered to. He was already shifting, leaning on one of your calves while grabbing at the other, calloused fingertips pressing into your newly-healed ankle, the remaining bruises still raw and tender. You cried out, more out of instinct than agony, but Kirishima only grit his teeth, rubbing circles into your skin, like that would be enough to soothe you. “We’re just taking care of you, alright? We’re just doing what’s best.” It was pointless to say, but the didn’t stop him from going on, rambling like he was going to convince anyone, including himself. “It’s dangerous, out there. You just need a little more time to realize that. You just need to see that ‘suki and I are your best option.”

They weren’t. They weren’t your best anything, but you didn’t have a chance to retort before Bakugo cursed under his breath, gathering your wrists up with one hand and forcing the other over your mouth, cutting you off before you could protest further. “Just do it,” He spat, all-but ignoring you as he spoke to Kirishima. “There’s no point in trying to explain this to someone so irrational. Let’s just get it over with before we have to do something worse.”

For a moment, you went still, a series of worst-case scenarios flashing before your eyes before you could rationalize them, before you could tell yourself to stay calm. For a moment, there was panic – pure, unadulterated, brutal panic.

And then, something cracked under Kirishima’s hand, and you forgot how to think of anything at all.

You let out a stilted, faltering sob, something akin to liquid fire running from your thigh to your calf to the point where everything stopped – everything below your ankle numb, disconnected, dead meat that still managed to hurt. The rest of your body went limp, your survival instincts gone and replaced with the unbearable desire to curl into yourself and cry, but Bakugo was still holding you, his arms strung around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest as Kirishima slotted himself against your back, cooing soft nothings as you fought not to break down completely. They were talking again, both of them, but you couldn’t seem to listen. It didn’t matter.

Your ankle was broken. Not sprained, this time, not bruised, but broken. Shattered. Dislocated. Forced into a position that meant you’d be forced to stay, voluntarily or otherwise. Whether or not you could still stomach looking at Bakugo and Kirishima, let alone living with them.

You couldn’t leave, and you were beginning to think they were never going to let you.

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[gyllousos]

Warnings: Depression, masochists, language.

Copyright @ gyllousos 2021. All rights reserved.

Dedicated to @the-grimm-writer

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Hannya despised hospitals. She hated the smell of disinfectant, the plain white walls decorated with awareness for the human body, as well as the chairs in the waiting room. Not that the one she was sitting in was uncomfortable, yet her ass felt like a pin cushion since she'd been in the thing for well over an hour and counting. Just ten minutes ago she had gone to the vending machine for a soda, downing the Sprite in one gulp.

She was still staring into the empty soda can as though it would refill with more of the carbonated beverage. Her thumb pressed into the side, crinkling the corner. Above her a TV played an old show, something about two children using their imagination to escape into a new world.

One where they forgot about all the bad stuff, even for a moment, a paradise for two. A haven. Thinking about that made a lump swell in Hannya's throat. She set her can onto a nearby table, curling her hands into her lap. A nail dug into the fabric of her leggings, she winced at the bruise there. It was still throbbing a week later, still sore. Her back arched from the cut diagonal cut, also a week old, but it didn't pulse like the thigh bruise did.

Her old cuts and bruises hurt most days, even though half of them were healed for weeks, despite their ugliness in the beginnings. She used to never recognize herself in the mirror after they fucked. Not screwed, but fucked until she lay beneath him unable to move, a quivering mess of orgasm.

God. She was truly sick.

She inhaled slowly through her nose. Hannya refused to cry in this place. One of the nurses had been looking at her so often, a pitying look in her eyes. Hannya avoided eye contact.

She knew that nurse too well, she'd nearly made a home here. But that was long ago. And the nurse, a petite brunette with gentle doe eyes was always so kind to her.

Vague flashes of Hannya in a room where she was monitored, wearing a gown, and counting the hours on the clock to her meds. No, she wasn't going down memory lane again.

What if she broke again? But not because of him.

Dabi.

ㅤHe twisted the fabric of her shirt, bunching tightly. There were tearing sounds. Fraying sounds. Dragging her to within inches of his leering, predatory smile.

ㅤHer shirt came away in a ribbon, leaving her in unkempt, scant rags. He sneered, pinching a nipple as her pert little breasts jiggled free. Dabi tweaked the nipple, and swatted her breast with an open-palmed slap.

Hannya let out a cry between a gasp and a moan.

Dabi clenched his fist around her throat, thrust his arm so she was pinned to the wall behind her. One hand constricted the air from her lungs, while the other twisted cruelly on the same nipple from before.

"Scared yet?"

"No."

ㅤㅤ"No need to lie."

ㅤHis other hand slipped low, her breast freed from his cruel touch only for his hot breath to caress it. Dabi sank teeth into her its supple flesh, snakelike tongue uncoiled to writhe slick against the nipple. His loose fingers delved between her thighs, groping a handful of her warm, tender sex.

ㅤHe didn’t need her to black out from the choking, but it was designed so that every throb of pleasure he squeezed into her body lightened her head. A cruel, sadistic practice to strangle every last drop of ecstasy, to send her spirit into heaven but her body to hell.

Dabi's fingers were long and defined, two sunken deep into the supple heat of her cunt. His pace, merciless. The villain ground the heel of his wrist firmly against her clit, assaulting every inch. He worked in and out of her with aggressive vigor, stirring up loud, sloppy noises from her.

She felt him adjust, she bit her lip from the harsh penetration when he slammed himself into her, those haunting blue eyes never leaving her face.

"You're mine, Hannya."

"I'm yours."

"If another man looks at you the way I look at you, or even thinks about fucking you, I'll split his goddamn skull."

Hannya snapped back to reality at the alert of her name being called. She remembered now that she had been called into the exam room for tests. The gown felt paper thin on her, exposing her to the nurse who held her clipboard in hand.

She hadn't commented on the palm bruise on her thigh or the cut on her back. Hannya was almost relieved her skin was back to semi-normal. It had been a long time since she last been here. How long ago?

Three years since her last attempt.

"You're doing well Hannya, much better since your last visit with us. You've been keeping up with all of your appointments, last time you were hear you had bad anemia and an infection. You bounced back like a champ. "

Hannya smiled faintly. The plump old woman reminded her of a doting grandma.

"Your appetite back to normal?"

"Yes ma'm. Everything is good."

She tried best to hide the clip in her speech.

"Now that we're following up, I'd like to wait for the rest of your test results to come in."

Hannya hid her impatience, wishing time would go forward, she could grab her things and leave. Back to her home where she could close off the world. Block everyone out. Would Dabi be waiting for her? For once, she didn't want to see him. As much as their sadistic games were fun time both of them, she just didn't have the desire. No other man could get her off the way Dabi did.

Lately, she dreaded seeing him propped in her couch, or getting a text from him. She could damn near feel him without him being near. A moment later, when the same woman poked her head in, Hannya actually beamed.

The door closed behind her.

That's when Hannya left the hospital in a daze, barely clutching her phone and purse, she didn't even know she drove home until she parked in the driveway. Turning off the engine, she sat in stunned silence, her knuckles tight onto the steering wheel.

God, she just wanted to turn back time to the last month, the last year, erase everything. She was numb enough as is and she hoped Dabi wasn't waiting on her. She just couldn't take it right now.

“No,” she said, barely audible. The nurse's words echoing in her ears once more.

A sob escaped her. She dragged herself out of her vehicle, barely registering her feet moving towards her home, inside of her apartment. She locked the door behind her. And didn't have to look around to see a tall man with spiked dark hair and a smile that gave her goosebumps.

"Dabi..."

"Miss me?"

Her legs felt like jelly. Her heart was being so fast she feared it rip itself through her chest. Hannya's knees shook, and her heart hammered in my chest. She felt like she was already walled in, and she didn’t even know it.

“I wish I’d never met you,” she said, almost whispering.

He stopped, his boots creaking the wooden floor under him. “Believe me, girl, the feeling is fucking mutual.”

No arguments, no shouting, no cursing even though she wanted to spew a blue streak at him. Eventually she fell onto her knees, the metallic clink of a belt and a zipper being pulled down; she parted her lips for Dabi's cock already slick with precum. She swallowed him into the back of her throat.

"Good girl," he praised her, stroking the back of her head.

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Hannya hadn't seen Dabi since that day, what felt like over a month had turned into sixteen months. As much as she didn't care, she ached for him, and not in the sexual sense. She truly yearned for his company if she could actually believe it. Just what happened to him after that?

No texts, no calls. No sudden appearing without warning. Poof! He never told her he was leaving. Then again he never told her a lot of anything. Hannya often dreamt of him, as the little boy named Touya. The same boy who came crying to her in the catacombs and she to him. Two kids yearning for a place in the world.

She hadn't given up hope she'd see him again, if ever. Hannya swiped her fingers across her phone screen, tucking her device back into her pocket, her blue eyes swiveled up the moon, an ache swelling in her chest.

"I'm losing it..." She mumbled, proceeding to walk. She was patting her pockets for her car keys when a hand snaked its way around her forearm, dragging her into a brick corner, pinning her against a wall.

She couldn't scream because of the stranger's hand covering her mouth. Her eyes doubled in size, his sinister smirk making her skin flush.

Touya!

"Dabi." It came out as a muffle.

"Like you've seen a ghost," he sneered, letting her go.

"For a minute I thought I did..." She whispered.

His eyes raked over her outfit, eyes narrowing in on her chest. He sure knew how to make her vulnerable, naked without undressing her. So he hadn't left after all. Was he hiding from her?

He was never far to begin with. Something told her this wasn't a social visit, she needed to get home before she did something like kiss him. He'd take her right here in public. Wouldn't be the first time.

"I was looking for you, " she said.

"Is that a fact?" His voice was utterly emotionless. Not the least bit of warmth.

"I suppose I was looking for you, too. You made a big mistake Hannya."

The way he said it made Hannya scoot an inch from him.

"What are you talking about?" Hannya remained composed, furrowing her dark brows. Dabi only advanced.

"Telling lies, keeping secrets. It was all gonna come out eventually, you just should have been more careful."

"Dabi..." He chuckled, one hand stuffed in his jacket pocket.

"I...I meant to find you...I was looking for my family."

Dabi almost laughed, shaking his head slightly.

"You were looking for a family, huh? One could argue it's my family you’re looking for right? How are my baby boy and girl by the way? Got my eyes don't they?"

All the color drained from Hannya's face.

A glimpse into memory had her back in the exam room months ago.

"We ran more tests Hannya. Your bloodwork shows you’re also pregnant, a little over eight weeks along. Congratulations.”

Why couldn't the Earth just swallow her whole now? There's no way he could have known. No she wouldn't have told him right away, if at all. He wouldn't have been a great father. When she was told she was pregnant Hannya wanted to cry, scream, break something or even someone. The last thing she had ever wanted inflicted on her had happened, she was in such hysterics she nearly fainted.

Why couldn't it have been anyone but him? The raw cry she let out. She imagined life with two tiny humans, ones she could give unconditional love to. Innocent souls. Her twins. She knew she was going to keep them, her darling babies. How she tried to keep them from Dabi and now...

"You knew...how long..."

"Does it matter? You honestly didn't think you could hide them from me forever Hannya. You should know better than that." His voice was almost a taunt.

"Try keeping them away from me, if you so much as leave with them I'll burn everything down in my path, everyone, to get what I want."

It was like a slap in the face. He wouldn't? Right? No, he had no rights towards their children. Her children. As far as Hannya knew Dabi was just the sperm donor.

Hannya scowled.

Dabi smirked.

He was right, the twins got his eyes alright.

Still advancing, Dabi pinned Hannya to the rough brick wall, his nose level with hers. He didn't want to admit he missed his little devil. He had to resist the urge to to tear off her clothing and fuck her until she was begging him to stop. God, her scent. She couldn't have been more beautiful, plump lips, inviting breasts, fair skin he wanted to mark again.

"I'll be watching you and our children, doll. Who would have thought..."

He gripped her oncoming wrist from slapping him. Should he break it? No. Some other time. He released her, backing up to give her space, almost yearning for the closeness again. No more talk, he left quietly as he came. He heard the faint falling of Hannya on her knees, cursing him to hell and back.

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Tell me about Y/N you dumb b

oh crap I forgot a did this. It's a fic for the fandom My Hero Acadamia

*YANDERE WARNING*

Info: Yn had felt like he was being watched for over a year, and since he was quirkless, he sometimes felt nervous walking at night. But he always just pushed the feelings down and lived his life, then one night, a man kidnaps him. Yn awakes in the home of known hero present mic, he's determined to escape, but after Present Mic makes it clear that he won't tolerate misbehavior, how long will Yn be able to stay strong before Present Mic's deafening attractions drown out all common sense?

Snipet from the third chapter:

As he put the chloroform rag around Yn's mouth and watched the consciousness fade from his eyes, he felt a wave of joy and relief wash over him. Yn was his now, he'd always know where his darling was, he could watch them at any hour of the day without worrying if they'd get hurt.

Finally, he had his darling all to himself.