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#i made 3 fics and dipped #but im back now #akuma.txt

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baby, i won’t be your sweet tea 

pairing: yandere pro hero! katsuki bakugou x gn! reader

words: 2.9k

cw/tw: non/dubcon, physical violence (not against reader), masochistic yandere bakugou, asphyxiation, sadistic/dominant(?) reader, slight stalking, implied kidnapping, intercrural sex, a little blood, spoilers for bakugou’s hero name

a/n: this was inspired by this post from @misterhoneyyandere and its also dedicated to him! i hope you like this (*´▽｀*)

— “I’m pretty sure my exact words were ‘leave me alone, you fucking creep’ but correct me if I’m wrong.”

“Nah,” he chuckles as he pushes himself off the wall to follow you, just like you knew he would, “You sounded bitchier the other night, called me nastier things too.”

You groan and hope he doesn’t try to feel you up again, “You’re the worst. How is a scumbag like you a top five hero?”

Bakugou chuckles, low and dark, but doesn’t reply otherwise. 

For once on your walk home, he’s quiet; he keeps his hands to himself and he doesn’t even fall back to stare at your ass like he has before. He’s never followed you all the way up to your apartment before, but you don’t really care. You just want to go to bed. 

He’ll get the hint and leave, you’re sure of it. —

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#akuma.recs #ok i know i just said i dont believe in top katsuki but masochist katuski is the only exception #anyways i read this last night and havent stopped thinking about it

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sit. stay. roll over.

pairing: dogboy hybrid! bakugou x fem! reader

words: 2.8k

cw/tw: femdom (no pegging), subby bakugou, hybrid bakugou in rut (not really a/b/o, no knots or anything), breeding and mentions of pregnancy, mommy kink, dumbification, established relationship + dynamic, spoiler for bakugou’s hero name

— “I don’t think I like your tone,” you smile at his annoyed huff. He’s being polite and you know that, you’re just being mean today. Katsuki ignores how that makes his cock twitch against your boot. His hands almost grab your leg when you move it away until you say, “How about we put your mouth to better use?”

You chuckle when his ears perk up, he knows what you want him to do. He murmurs, “Yes, mommy,” as he shuffles forward on his knees, tongue already lolling out of his mouth at the opportunity to taste you.

“Be a good puppy and lick.” —

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#akuma.recs #i genuinely dont believe in a dom!katsuki

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¿you write incest?

i do! :3 send me all ur incest ideas plz

#akuma.answers

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Incel Tomura

I couldn’t think of a good title for this, so… I just went with something real blunt. Anyway, this was inspired by a friend and how she actually met her IRL boyfriend.

PAIRING: Incel!Shigaraki x egirl!reader

TW: face sitting, degradation, mommy kink, reader basically bullying Tomura (he deserves it)

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AS ALWAYS MY FICS ARE STRICTLY 18+

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#akuma.rec #Yes. #This IS it.

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shigaraki hates women so much, i wonder how he would feel with his S/O feminizing him and making him into a very pretty girl 🤭

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH my brain thinking about pretty little tomura being forced to go out in a dress and makeup....

also thinking abt making a fic where you force shigaraki in girly clothes and pimp him out to be fucked by huge men as a punishment.... lol

fem reader, tw forced feminization, humiliation

“get the fuck off me!” he was screaming at you, but you kept clawing at him, holding him down, trying to handcuff his hands together.

“stop it now! you fucking bitch, let go!” he was being so rude today, didn’t say thank you when you brought him his daily sandwich, bag of chips and mountain dew. he even told you to fuck off when you tried to kiss him. he’s ungrateful, you were a beautiful girl, pretty much out of his league, and he was an average looking incel who had no respect for women. you needed to teach him a lesson.

“there!” you had gotten his hands handcuffed behind his back, allowing you to hold him down and force a little pill down his throat.

“what the fuck is that? stop! get off!” you ignored him and covered his nose and clawed his mouth open, shoving the pill down his throat, a gag following, and shutting his mouth close so he had no other choice to swallow.

“sleep well, tomura.”

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he woke up slowly, feeling dizzy and sick, his hands were still behind his back, but he felt something on his face. heaviness. opening his eyes fully, he couldn’t believe the man he saw, if he could even say man.

red lipstick painted on his lips, eyes enlarged with eyeliner and mascara, pink blush painted his pale skin, and worse was his matted and long hair was covered by a pretty blonde wig. he was wearing a sundress, something that covered his flat chest, he looked down to see he wore a bra. even worse, he could feel frilly texture by his cock, oh god, did you make him wear panties.

“goodmorning tomura, my pretty little girl.” he looked at you, terrified when he noticed the knife in your hand.

“you’re so pretty, hmmm. how about we show the world how pretty you are, would my girl like that?” shigaraki shook his head, trying to squirm out of his position.

“i think you do, let’s go to the mall, or maybe, dabi’s place? i heard keigos there with him.” shigaraki’s head shook harder, soft whimpers were heard.

“you should’ve though of that before you became an incel.”

#akuma.recs #hit my kink right on the head

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Shiggy tied up to the bed, begging ing for mommy to bounce on his cock until hes crying from overstimulation

ok ok.... this but step mom reader.... idk i’ve been obsessed with being shiggys pervy step mom

tw dubcon, incest (step mom), overstimulation, bondage, subby shiggy

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#sub incel shig..... #its the only fuel i need #akuma.recs

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soz for no content recently, really busy week at school but i think i’ll be done with the omega!shiggy fic this weekend!

#akuma.txt #my professors said #you can have some suffering as a treat

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sleeping beauty

— You struggle to find a time to have sex with your beloved Aizawa. Unfortunately or fortunately, the only time you can fuck him is when he’s deep asleep.

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pairing: aizawa shouta x yandere fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, pwp, yandere!reader, non-con somnophilia, hairy aizawa rights, recording

word count: 4,201

a/n: mark ur calendar, im getting my nipples pierced nov 8. you bet ur ass imma write a bunch of nipple pierced readers from there on out. pray that my family never finds out about my nipples tho LMAO if they do,,, it;ll be ripped out of my boobies without a seconds hesitation

kinktober day 19 main kink: somnophilia | kinktober masterlist

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Aizawa was always busy.

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#no bc this is one of my favorite fics #i need a part two i'll sell my firstborn if i must #akuma.recs

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#akuma.aes #tw: blood

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sincerely considering making my bakugo wip multichaptered but idk if anyone will get behind the plot

#i will probably do it anyways #i am a sucker for just #physically and mentally destroying my anime bfs #akuma.txt

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MOO!

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

Word count: 3.5k

Part of the BNHA Degeneracy server’s Heavy Petting Zoo collab

Cow!Shigaraki, male lactation, breeding, handjobs, mention of abuse

Tomura’s hand lifted to his neck, his nails raking along the scar of his brand as he processed what you were suggesting. He didn’t like the idea of some random person pawing at him and groping him until he was leaking, but what he really didn’t like was that you weren’t some random person.

As always thank you to @palbabor-writes​​ for beta reading and editing. Kendra is great and you should seriously check her blog out if you haven’t already.

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#akuma.recs #not me turning into a shiggy fucker #i love male lactation thank u for this gem

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could i get a reader x ururaka where the reader kidnaps her and forcibly 'protects' her by coddling her and keeping her in a soft room with everything she could need and not letting her leave, even if it means restraining, or even injuring her? tysm! i'm really looking forward to seeing your blog grow! (btw if you cant/dont want to write ururaka, midoriya or shinso are also good!) ♡

thank you so much for your kind words!! :D i hope you enjoy, i kind of went for a more somber tone bc i like Angst, so this was moody and fun to write!

warnings: yandere!gn!reader, kidnapping, very mildly graphic mutilation (hands and ankle), drugging mention, very vague vomit mention, angst, best friends to lovers (gone wrong) /s

word count: 1.5 k

note: the scene describing mutilation is sandwiched by two dashes (-), incase u dont want to read it :D

AFTERMATH

The pattering of rain against the kitchen window is loud, accompanied by the sizzle of food on the stove and the distant chatter of news anchors coming from your TV in a domestic cacophony of sounds. It’s a Saturday morning, and it would be a pretty relaxed one if not for the deep pit of dread in your stomach. You had a rough night, to say the least. Trying to keep yourself present, you rub the dark bags under your eyes as you tend your routine of making breakfast every morning. Maybe a meal between the two of you will fix things. You hope so, at least. You tune into the television in an attempt to distract yourself.

“... are still in search for missing Hero, Urav-”

You’re suddenly uninterested, shutting the cable off with haste. Breakfast is as good as finished, anyways. 

The house is quiet, save for the rain, and the silence settles as a sickly chill under your skin. Taking your time to ensure your footsteps are quiet, you head towards the door at the end of the hallway. The normally innocuous door frame looms over you and you want to shrink away, go back to a time where things were okay. You place the tray on the small table outside of the room, fishing for the keys in your pocket. There are 3 locks; two require keys, while the other is an opposite facing deadbolt. You make quick work of opening them, daily practice rendering you nimble. With the door open and the keys back in your pocket, you grab the tray and push the door in with your hip, your stomach dropping and your heart fluttering simultaneously at the sight of Uraraka, still sleeping peacefully.

You place the tray on her bedside table gingerly, opening the curtains to her window afterwards. The dim, muddy light wakes her, her form stretching under the plush covers.

“Good morning!” you chirp, over enthusiastic as you sit on the edge of her bed. Her hair is messy, skin splotchy from laying in one place all night (you give her sleeping pills at night, and they tend to keep her in one place). She rubs sleep from her eyes cutely, sighing before speaking to you.

She hums in response. Even when she’s angry, she’s always so polite, sweet enough to offer you any response after what you did to her. Her gentle voice, no matter if she’s laughing or talking or screaming or crying, is music to you. The noise does more to set you at ease than you’d like to admit, her voice like stitches to your wounded heart. You can’t help but smile, warmth spreading over your skin. You love her so much, it’s why you do what you must to keep her safe.

“Did you sleep well?” you ask, as you do everyday, setting up her breakfast in front of her. She’s silent. You expect as much, yet it still stings, and you spare a glance at her to see an expression you can’t quite read and don’t quite like. That’s all it takes for the pit to return, guilt and remorse stirring through your veins. You can only muster offer a soft noise in response, sitting back with your own plate of food. You start first, choosing to focus on the flavor of the food, the softness of the duvet, the rain- anything but the silence. 

But it’s so difficult; you want nothing more than to be able to ignore her, to not feel so attached and needy and sorry. She burns so brightly, even when she’s upset, and you’re a moth to the flame, unable to look away for long. You don’t even realize that you’ve scarfed down half of your food, but it’s glaringly apparent when you look to Uraraka’s food to see it untouched, cooling rapidly. You glance at her face yet again, and her forlorn expression prompts you to break the thick silence.

“Does it still hurt?”

She flinches but doesn’t respond, hugging her arms to her chest and turning away from you. The rain is deafening against the window, and you notice you’re not hungry anymore.

“I told you I was sorry,” you say softly, eyes unconsciously darting to the bandages on her hands, trailing down to her legs, obscured by the covers. She continues to ignore you. You can’t take it, you need to hear her say something, anything.

 “You know I hate hurting you. I hate it, but you tried to run again. Why? We’ve been doing so good, I thought you were happy! I thought you finally understood! You have everything you need here, and even if you don’t, I can get it for you. I’m not even mad, not anymore, so please just-”

“Just let me leave,” her voice is hoarse, and you can see stray tears trailing down her flushed cheeks, pained eyes trained on your face. You swallow, using all of your willpower to turn away from her gaze. You stand suddenly, taking a deep breath before heading into the bathroom, grabbing the first aid materials you left in there. You make the executive decision that it would be better if that conversation never happened, so you pretend as such when you return to the room, replacing your somber expression with a warm smile.

“Let’s get this cleaned up,” you peel back the covers and take a look at her ankle. 

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Her shin is twisted slightly straightened yet still awkward in angle, absurdly swollen, skin littered with large splotches of wine purple, faded blue, and putrid yellow bruises. It looks like it hurts, and you feel yourself deflate, guilt chewing at your insides yet again. You’d never meant to do this to her, but you had no choice. Last night, while you were cooking dinner, you figured you’d let Uraraka keep you company as you chopped vegetables, seeing as she had been extraordinarily compliant recently. That was a mistake, as you had to act quickly when you heard the screech of the chair pushed back suddenly and the loud stomp of feet against hardwoods. You caught her before she could reach the front door, threw her to the floor, and in your irrational fit of panic you stomped hard, once, twice, three times, over and over until the sickening, dull crunch of bone snapped you out of your frenzy. In all of your time with Uraraka, both pre and post living together, you’d never seen her cry quite like this. Her loud, pained, fearful sobs made your stomach turn, and no matter how hard you tried to console her, she wouldn’t stop, thrashing to get your arms off of her. She couldn’t move far, and so you had to wait and watch her writhe in agony until she tired herself out, chest heaving, face covered in tears and snot and drool. You helped her to her room and quickly wrapped the wound, leaving her alone for the rest of the night. You were unable to sleep, hunched over the toilet for the majority of the early hours due to waves of nausea, crying spells ebbing and flowing.

(The bandages on her hands are different. Ridding her of her quirk was the only way to ensure she’d stay put. You’d had a few drinks, taken the largest kitchen knife you owned, and did what you had to. The wounds were cauterized and healed, but you kept the bandages on so she wouldn’t have to look at the scar tissue where the last ligament of her pinky fingers were missing.)

You clean her ankle, gently caressing the distorted flesh with rubbing alcohol. She returned to her reticence, save for small (cute) pained noises when you pass over a particularly tender spot. You take solace in the moment, cherishing the chance to take care of her. 

(When you rewrap the wound, you’re deliberate in doing it incorrectly. It will heal, but it will heal wrong, and then she’ll have to rely on you to get anywhere. The idea is tantalizing, and you suppress a shiver.)

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“There, all done,” you grin up at her, surprised to find her looking back, expression exhausted but aware, awake. You pack the materials up quickly, climbing back onto the bed. You take note of her breakfast, undoubtedly cold now.

“I can heat that up for you.”

“‘M not hungry.”

That’s that, then. You decide not to push, instead opening your arms in a gesture of peace, knowing how much she loves (tolerates) your cuddles. She gives you a scrutinizing look, before nodding once, the only invitation you get. You move the tray to her bedside table, quickly scooting next to her and wrapping your arms around her gently. She doesn’t quite reciprocate, settling for just leaning against you, but you’ll take anything you can get. Your nerves are set alight, and you vow to yourself that you’ll never hurt her again. You know you did the right thing, keeping her fed and pampered and safe. You’d make up for it, devote yourself to seeing her smile again, even if only once.

“You’re not mad at me, right?” you can’t help but ask, always seeking her approval. 

She’s silent. The rain doesn’t stop. 

#YOINK i enjoyed writing this thank u anon! #yandere!reader #yandere mha #yandere bnha #yandere #uraraka x reader #mha uraraka #bnha uraraka #mha imagines #mha x reader #mha x you #mha x y/n #bnha x you #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #uraraka x y/n #tw: kidnapping #tw: abuse #tw: body horror #akuma.fics

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OMG THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

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#this literally made my day #i had an awful night last night but this makes it all better

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