#yandere best jeanist

[eyeless-jeff666]

Love hurts

Yandere!Best Jeanist does what needs to make Shinya his. Angst (?), kidnapping, open ending

„Best Jeanist and I are merely friends, there is really nothing more to it.”

Edgeshot spoke, into a microphone held close to him by an interviewer. He was smiling underneath his mask, Jeanist could see that by the wrinkles forming around his eyes. Friends. That word stung in his heart. It had always stung, ever since they had been teenagers. Ever since he had first fallen in love with Shinya. 

This pain, this unbelievable ache tearing on his heartstrings, broke Tsunagu down more and more with every passing day. Every time the silver-haired hero’s attention wasn’t on him. Every time anyone else spoke to or flirted with him. He had made people cease contact with him before. He still could, but with being a hero, it seemed impossible to keep everyone away from him. 

He loved him. So much that it hurt. Loved him so much that it made his stomach turn with every night he had to think about how the other always just called him his Friend. It tore him apart, like ripping open a small hole in one’s clothes, making it worse with every little tear he had to endure. 

After the interview, Tsunagu walked over to Shinya:

“Hey. Do you want to come over to my place tonight? And watch a movie?”

“Sorry, dude, Ryukyu asked me to hang out already.”

These words stirred his jealousy even more, and it made him so angry; he had gotten rid of people before. Cleverly, without anyone even suspecting it to have been cold-blooded murder. But he couldn’t do that to a hero. Not because he wasn’t willing, quite the opposite, but because he knew it would be much more suspicious. Much more investigated.

“But you promised to spend time with me today.”

He lied, squinting his eyes slightly. Shinya frowned and tilted his head; clearly unsure of what he was talking about:

“Did I?”

“Yes. You did, last week. When you already hung out with her.”

They were getting too close to each other for Tsunagu’s taste, and he was uncomfortable at the thought of something more happening between them. He wanted, needed, Shinya Kamihara to be his. He always daydreamed about holding him. Going on dates with him, and marrying him one day. And yet, the other had never once looked at Tsunagu that way. No, it had always been other people who had his attention, his heart, but all Jeanist had was being his Friend. 

“I- I don’t remember that. I’m sorry.”

“You can’t leave me hanging like that again, Shinya. You promised not to put others above our friendship.”

The word would barely go over his lips. But his heart fluttered as the shorter one sighed and nodded:

“I’m sure I said that. I will cancel my plans with her.”

He had always been so easy to gaslight. So easy to wrap around his finger. That’s why he had always assumed he wouldn’t need to take more drastic measures. 

“Alright. I will cook your favorite food, how does that sound?”

Shinya seemed a bit down about not getting to meet Ryukyu, and Tsunagu’s eye twitched unnoticeably as he realized that. 

Later, the two of them sat on the couch, watching a movie together; Shinya’s favorite, and the two of them could speak almost all the lines by now. They laughed, and the blonde’s heart fluttered at this wonderful moment; at Shinya’s laugh and the way he was enjoying his company. Tsunagu was brushing his hair, as he often did when seeing it messy after a long day, and he could get lost in the softness and smell of it for hours. 

“You have such beautiful hair, Shi.”

He spoke softly, with admiration, and love, but as always, the other took it as nothing more than a platonic compliment:

“Thanks, Tsu. I really try to keep it soft since you gave me tips on how to keep it healthy.”

“Mh, I’m pleased to hear that. You’re doing a really good job with it.”

Tsunagu replied, feeling his stomach grumble:

“How about I make dinner now?”

Shinya agreed, with a smile that drove the blonde insane and nodded. 

As they ate – onigiri with cucumber salad – the ninja hero started to feel drowsy. With a practiced, fake-confused head tilt, Jeanist looked at him:

“Shinya. What’s wrong. You don’t look so good.”

His voice was almost too soft and kind, to the extent that it creeped the younger one out. It was unsettling, to see his smile, which was less worried and more absolutely crazy; like a villain who had just succeeded with an evil plan. He slapped a hand in front of his mouth, dropping the onigiri as realization began to settle in, but it was too late. Tsunagu slowly made his way over to him, caressing his shoulders, and hair, and leaned down, speaking in a low and much too loving voice:

“You left me no choice. I didn’t want to rush this. Oh, you have no idea how much I didn’t want to rush this. But. You’re getting too close to Ryukyu. And I cannot lose you to her. How will you love me if you love her?”

He spoke, his smile spreading wider as Shinya tried but failed to use his quirk. Despite struggling, it was too late; the drug was spreading out in his bloodstream, and his head dropped, caught swiftly as Tsunagu manipulated the fibers of his scarf to keep him from crashing into the table:

“I’ll need you to sleep a bit, my love.”

With that, the world went black.

When Shinya woke up, he was tied to a bed; a big and comfortable one, and he looked around to take in any information he could about his environment; as a hero, he knew what to do in situations like this, and the first thing always had to be to take in as much about one’s surroundings as possible. A low chuckle caught his attention, as Tsunagu walked into the room:

“You’re awake!”

He exclaimed, clearly happy, but it wasn’t the Tsunagu Shinya knew; this one didn’t look at him nicely, with a small smile, and asked about his day. This one smiled like a maniac, with eyes he could only describe as hearteyes, and with an aura of possessiveness.

“Hakamada. What’s going on.”

Shinya spoke firmly, watching the other’s grin drop; clearly disliking being called by his last name. He didn’t reply, only came over to caress his cheek:

“My love.. my sweet little needle. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you to be with me.

I’m so happy you’re with me.”

Edgeshot shuddered at these words; the way they were spoken dripping with delusion, and utter obsession, and he wasn’t sure what to reply. 

“Won’t you answer, my darling?”

“What are you talking about. You were my friend. What are you doing?”

He insisted, but the other shook his head, clearly upset:

“Do you have any idea how much pain I was in? Watching you talk to other people. Flirt with other people. Love other people? I need your love but you always gave it to others. I was tearing apart, you can’t even understand, you didn’t leave me a choice. I’ll do anything to have you with me, only me, I need you to love me.”

Not want to. Need to. Shinya thought, seeing now just how far gone the other man was. In a moment of surprise, he wanted to use his quirk again, groaning as it didn’t work; the collar around his neck prevented him from using it.

“What are you doing my fiber? You can’t leave. I just got you. Please, just agree to stay that’s all I need you to do.”

As a human, Shinya wanted to resist and put up a scene. But as a hero, he knew this wasn’t safe; he didn’t know how far the other was willing to go, he had already drugged and kidnapped him. He couldn’t risk being hurt, or worse; getting others hurt. Cooperating also reduced the risk of the denim hero using torture as a device to get Shinya to break. So he let it happen. Just for now, while he came up with a plan and to buy the other heroes some time. What made the situation more dangerous was that Tsunagu was also a hero; no matter how far into his delusion he fell, as the number 4 hero, he still knew all, if not more, of the tricks Shinya did.

“I will stay with you.”

He said, seeing the way his former friend’s face lit up; and it disgusted him. He didn’t struggle as the blonde kissed him. 

“Oh I knew you would come around for me. I’ve been daydreaming about this. About being with you, marrying you...”

He rambled on, pulling out a ring; it looked expensive and was decorated with a beautiful blue stone. Edgeshot hated what this suggested, but simply watched in silence as Tsunagu put it on his finger:

“Won’t you be my husband, Shinya?”

It creeped the smaller one out, how natural and unproblematic this whole situation must have seemed to Jeanist; the way he spoke and moved, albeit much more exaggerated, was exactly how he had always spoken and acted around Shinya. 

“I will be your husband.”

If only for his own safety, which held top priority right now. He couldn’t afford for the other to use more drastic measures. And even if he knew that Shinya was merely acting, as long as he gave the other what he wanted, it should be alright. 

“Tell me you love me.”

“I love you, Tsunagu.”

A chuckle erupted from the other as he leaned down and caught Shinya in another kiss, crawling on top of him, but doing nothing more than that; only kissed, and cupped his face, with the same care with which he had put the ring on him. The obsession in his eyes cooled down to something Shinya couldn’t quite identify. He allowed the other to caress his face and hair, mumbling variations of

“I love you so much”, “You’re all mine now..” and even “You know I had to do this right?”

What was relieving was that the other didn’t seem to want to hurt him; he didn’t seem to want more than kisses, and Shinya could get through that. As long as he didn’t give the other a reason to lose his patience again, he was comparably safe. Shinya closed his eyes, and took a deep breath to calm his still-racing heart down; he was scared, but as long as he played it safe, there wasn’t too much to worry about. Tsunagu alone wouldn’t be able to defeat multiple other heroes, realistically seen, so all Shinya needed to do was hold through and wait for help. He had done that before, and this situation only hurt so much because it was someone he had thought he could trust. Someone he had liked and appreciated as a friend. Maybe, if Tsunagu had spoken about his feelings, he could have even returned them.

“Tsu.”

He said, more softly than before:

“Could you please get off me?”

Quickly the other obliged, lying down next to him instead, with more soft touches to his face:

“Of course, darling. Fiber of my heart, I’d do anything for you. Anything to make you happy, anything I can.” 

So he’s willing to keep me ‘comfortable’. That’s good. Edgeshot thought, turning his head towards the other man; he couldn’t help but feel sorry in a way. The way he acted, it was clear how badly he had been craving having Shinya to himself. It didn’t excuse his behavior, but Shinya knew that he needed to think deeper than his own understanding; Tsunagu had expressed it as painful, so he needed to believe that, if he wanted to cooperate in a safe manner. If it was painful to the taller man to not have Shinya’s love, surely it would be beneficial to play pretend to get him into a better mood.

“If you want me happy you have to promise not to hurt anyone. Focus on me.”

“I couldn’t focus on anyone else right now, you’re with me. That’s all that matters. And I will never hurt you. It feels so good to have you here, do you know that? Don’t you feel the same?”

The lovesickness in his eyes only grew, as Shinya nodded, but that wasn’t enough. He urged the other to speak it out loud. Not with words or actions, but simply with an expectant glance. 

“Yes, it’s nice.”

It seemed like Tsunagu wasn’t eager to hurt anyone per se, and if not given a reason to, would avoid it. Still a hero, after all, just one with twisted morals and lacking limits on how far to go for love. Shinya didn’t even want to know how long he had been like that or if anything between them had ever been normal. Didn’t want to know if any of the disappearances of people he knew oh so briefly, could be led back to Tsunagu. For his own sanity, he chose to pretend that his kidnapper had never hurt anyone.

“Are you hungry my love? Thirsty?”

“Not very, no.”

“Alright. Wonderful.”

The blonde said, his voice almost a giggle, as he wrapped his arm around Edgeshot, catching him in an embrace, and resting his head on the ninja-heroes chest. Listening to his heartbeat. And the younger one let him, knowing it was all he could do to get a moment to think. His mind flashed with thoughts about how surely, the Denim Hero wouldn’t be stupid enough to untie him at any point or take off his collar. He imagined he would feed him, and wash him, and dress him however he desired. At least the threads holding him in place weren’t painful. 

He turned his head, looking at his former friend; who was sleeping peacefully with a soft smile on his lips. It was almost scary how sound asleep he was in a situation like that, but Shinya understood, in a way, that this relief of tension and pain must have made him tired. A tear ran down his face now, which he tried to wipe away on the pillow; he was scared, of course, as anyone would be, but more than that he was saddened. Saddened about how someone he considered a good friend, his best friend even, could do something like this. How his mind wasn’t normal like he had always thought it was. How they would never normally watch movies together again. Shinya didn’t doubt that he would be rescued and that Tsunagu would be put to justice. But despite all of that, it hurt to realize that all the times they spent together would be washed away now. He had liked him, he really had. Deeply, and he had cherished their friendship ever since they started talking.

With his mind running, he looked back up at the ceiling, closed his eyes, and hoped to be lulled back into some form of rest soon.

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[itsabouttimex2]

Platonic Yanderes

(Endeavor, Hawks, Best Jeanist)

Enji Todoroki:

His own child, whom he previously spurned.

He regrets it. God, he regrets it so much. The memories seethe inside him like an angry scar, pulsing in pain.

“I made dinner, Dad! I knew you’d be out late, so I stayed up to make sure you had something to eat!” He doesn’t sit down to to eat or say thank you. He grabs the plate from your hands and stomps off to his own room to eat, casting a baleful glare to you as he does. At least you’re good for something, he thinks.

He doesn’t think like that anymore. Do you know that, Y/N? You are worth so much more than he ever let you know.

“Hey, dad. You wanna go out jogging? Fuyumi grew out of her old tracksuit and gave it to me, and I wanted to see if-“

You cut yourself off when he glares at you, a withering look on his face. He stares down at you, a sneer turning the corners his lips. “You wouldn’t be able to keep up with me,” he snaps at you, walking away and slamming the door as he exits.

But you never actually thought you’d be able to keep up. You knew you’d fall behind. You just wanted to spend time with him, didn’t you? He’ll spend as much time with you as he can from now on, Y/N.

“Do you want to train with me? I’d be happy to put up some targets for you!” You smile, tiny bits of ice sparking on your hands. That smile doesn’t reach your eyes anymore, not when you’re talking to Dad. “There’s nothing you can put up that I wouldn’t melt right through. You don’t have the skill.” As expected, he turns on his heel and leaves.

He wonders how long it’s been since the two of you talked. You were there, reaching out a hand to him, trying to get through to his heart. You made offer after offer, and he struck them down without hesitation. Even without a scrap of love of affection, you kept trying to help him become a better person.

“Why didn’t I let you help me?”

He asks himself this question again and again, looking down on you. He always looked down on you, for being weak or sentimental or distracting.

Now he’s doing it in a more literal sense, staring at your feverish form on the bed.

Your severe sickness had been the perfect excuse to squirm back into your life. He comes in with nearly a dozen grocery sacks held in his arms, a steely and determined look in his eyes. Before you have a chance to slam the door in his face (not that you strength to do so right now) he walks into the house, heading straight to the kitchen.

“What are you-“

“Hush. Not a word, Y/N.” He’s dressed in his own expensive and tailor-made version of casual, not that it makes him any less intimidating. He places the bags on your table, and walks directly towards you, his hand moving to cover your forehead. He grimaces.

“You’re burning up, Y/N. Get to bed. Now.”

“You need to-“

He grabs your shoulders and spins you around, marching you to your room, checking the rooms one by one as he walks with you. Once he finds it, he pushes you towards it and pulls back the covers. “Get in.”

You’re frozen stiff, caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, your estranged father busting in with groceries and literally marching you in around your own home, room by room. That pause gives him the chance to push you onto the mattress, tucking the blanket around you. “Good,” he says, sounding satisfied. “I’ll make you something to eat. Don’t move.”

He pulls the top off of a can of microwaveable soup, dumping the contents into a plastic bowl. He had wanted to just buy you something gourmet and professionally made, but Fuyumi had talked him out of it, saying you’d be better off with something simple and easy to eat. That you would be better off with him.

So here he is, a giant man trying his best to not break a tiny spoon as he pushes it to your lips. Now that you’re actually lying down instead of trying to work in your weakened state, your body finally gives out, entirely sapped of the energy you’d need to get up or tell him off for coming in unannounced and uninvited. With nothing else to do and a body that won’t listen to your commands, you let him him feed you.

It’s a tiny step forward, the first of so many to come. And he won’t stop until you call him your father again.

——

Keigo Takami:

A young and innocent member of the League of Villains.

“I really appreciate you stopping by, Mr.

Hawks.”

You slide him a drink, sweet and fizzy and non-alcoholic. You’ve never actually served him anything with alcohol, not even by accident. He refuses to drink it, keeping himself sober and fully focused at all times.

You appreciate it, because it means one less grown man to babysit, one less puddle of vomit to mop, one less fight to break up.

And he appreciates that you don’t ask questions or try to convince him otherwise, because it means that he can do his job much easier.

“Did you make me something new, kiddo?”

“Yeah, I did! Club soda and cherry syrup and whipped cream!”

“Looks delicious, kid.” He takes a sip, and damn, it’s actually pretty good. “And tastes even better than it looks,” he praises, buttering you up in a way that aren’t used to. The other members, the real members of the League aren’t so kind. You’ll get an errant compliment or two, but mostly you gets nods, grunts of approval, and impatient demands for refills.

But Mr. Hawks is relaxed and charming and actually talks to you outside of ordering drinks. It’s easy to trust him.

“Got any news for me, kid?”

Maybe a little too easy, with the way you spill out all the gossip you’ve overheard, bits of information that you would’ve never considered critical or even important. And all the while, he grins and sips his drink, listening very, very close.

You’re betraying your own teammates, and you don’t even know it, he thinks to himself. And why? Because you’re just a good kid, a lonely kid? A sweet and polite kid, in spite of being surrounded by literal killers and remorseless criminals.

More than anything, he feels bad for you.

Especially when he catches you drinking.

You sniffle, a red handprint outlined on your cheek, and bruising from a rough hand encircling your wrist. You tip the shot glass back, trying to take a another sip.

But something soft blocks your lips, soaking up the alcohol before it can enter your mouth. You set the shot glass down, opening your red-rimmed eyes. A feather, hanging midair, separating your lips and the glass.

“You’re still a bit young for that kind of coping, kid. Give it a few more years, and then you can start.”

His voice is soft, and he takes your wrist to turn it over, looking at the outlines left behind by rough, grasping fingers.

“Who was it?”

A flash of something fierce and angry, protective and nurturing. His eyes sharpen and then that sharpness fades, gone in an instant. He switches to laid-back and unaffected in a moment.

“C’mon. Just one word, and I’ll make sure they don’t mess with you again. Can’t have my favorite bartender making my drinks with a bruised hand, after all.”

You give him a name, fighting back tears. You aren’t supposed to cry. You aren’t supposed to break. You need to be strong and useful or you’ll get thrown out, nowhere to go and no one who wants you.

No one who wanted you until you met Hawks, that is. He’s sure you’ll know that soon, when these villains are brought to justice and he takes you into his personal custody, under the guise of rehab.

He hooks an arm around your shoulders and when you lean into his side, starved for warmth and comfort, he slips a feather into your pocket. A sign that he’s there, that you aren’t alone.

You won’t be alone again.

——

Tsunagu Hakamada:

A shy, insecure UA student who performs well at the Sports Festival.

You aren’t the usual kind of student he’d take under his wing. You stumble and stutter and whimper and then you crumble and hide yourself away. You have no self-esteem, no confidence, no sense of personal worth.

But your fighting prowess is impossible to deny or ignore. You might not have any self-worth, but you’ve got enough skill to make up for it.

“Fifth place”, he starts, while combing through your hair, “Is very impressive, especially for the school in question. You went up against skilled and varied opponents, and beat out all but four. Be proud.”

He doesn’t see the need to use Fiber Master on you. One single command of “sit” had you on the stool, holding as still as you could while he fixed your unruly hair, swept and tangled by the wind. You are certainly a well-behaved student, listening closely to his words, blushing at his praise.

“I was scared,” you mumble, in a sudden show of honesty. “I thought I was gonna mess up in front of everyone. With all those cameras. And everyone watching.” He’s won you over quickly, his unshakably calm yet supportive and patient personality providing you with the comfort you need to open up to him.

“And you did not. That is admirable.”

You blush a little deeper. Clearly, you are receptive to praise and positive attention. Building you up as a properly confident student and hero-in-training becomes one of his priorities.

He finds himself enjoying your presence. Something as simple as children running up to you to ask you about the sports festival, asking you to show off your Quirk for them has you looking up to him for approval, for his consent. He gives you a nod, carefully regarding your actions. You do decently with people when someone is behind you with a supporting hand on your back, it seems.

Then it’s teenagers, some classmates, some friends, occasional newfound fans. Every now and then, an outright admirer. Usually, you hide behind him, eyes down, arms wrapped around yourself. He interferes personally on the last ones, politely but firmly rejecting them on your behalf, nudging you along to continue your patrolling. You mumble a thanks, staying close beside him.

For adults, it’s two drunkards who laugh and sneer and shout obscene things about what they’d do to a shy schoolgirl like you if they got the chance. One whips out his phone to take a picture of you, only to drop it in his drink when the cuff of his sleeve tightens around his wrist like a snare. Tsunagu ushers you to a bench, draping his jean jacket around your shoulders gently. “You need not worry. I will be right back.”

He’s a dreadfully powerful man, in terms of both influence and Quirk. In seconds, both men are bound tightly by their own clothes, and in a matter of minutes, police officers are stepping in to take them into custody for sexual harassment.

He clicks his tongue in distaste, watching them get carted off. “Some people simply have no moral fiber.”

The way you look at him right then reminds him of why he became a hero. Not only to save lives, but to instill peace and hope into the hearts of those around him.

And he starts to like being around you. You look to him, not only for safety but for guidance and even for comfort. He offers it to you, watching closely as you fall deeper into the web that he weaves, one where you are safe and secure and utterly oblivious to your own entrapment.

And the longer you stick around, stumbling after him like a newborn fawn, the tighter and thicker those bonds grow. You can’t ever leave him.

But why would you ever want to leave him?

#platonic yandere #MHA #yandere mha #Yandere Enji Todoroki #Yandere Keigo Takami #Yandere Tsunagu Hakamada #Best Jeanist #Tsunagu Hakamada #Endeavor #Enji Todoroki #Hawks #Keigo Takami #Teenage Bartender

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*throws the yandere x pirate snippet au thing we created at an unholy hour at you* catch (i also added more to it! :D)

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"Don't worry, captain-" Tsunagu pulls out a knife, and Shinya stiffens up, even through his suffocation via rope.

"Wait-" The knife comes down. Shinya's voice was strangled, raspy, and there are healing bruises around his neck. Tsunagu doesn't like that. Doesn't like that someone other than him had hurt Shinya at all, and, well.

Very convenient that he'd just been cursed, and with the curse, comes the ability to manipulate water, doesn't it? People drown all the time. One or two -or maybe even ten- more bodies in the ocean wouldn't cause anyone to bat an eye. He smiles, and wrenches the knife out of Shinya's flesh.

"We'll have you out of this rope in no time," Tsunagu says to a trying-to-heal corpse. "Don't worry. I'll make it quick."

The bone takes a few seconds, and Tsunagu has to make a hacksaw out of water to do it, along with chipping away at the bone, but eventually- he's holding Shinya's head in his hands. Literally. For a second, he's tempted to see if the body can regrow from this, but… no. Too risky. Maybe another time, when Shinya hasn't been suffocating in the dark for hours and maybe even days.

Another time. Tsunagu opens up the sewing kit he has, and pulls thread through the eye of the needle, making sure to double-layer it. He sews the head back onto the neck, using the stitch made for suturing skin together, pulling on the end to make sure only the barest bits of thread could be seen, and making sure to put the bone back correctly. Shinya's eyelids flutter, after two agonizing, too-long heartbeats, and he snaps awake. "-Tsunagu!"

"Morning, Shinya," Tsunagu says, giving the newly-undead captain his nicest, prettiest, smile. "How was hell?"

"Very warm. Blue fire, you'll like the aesthetics when you go downstairs, don't worry. You'll even blend right in," Shinya shoots back, raising a hand to prod at the unneeded stitches he'd put in. "Why-?"

"I didn't have a collar." Tsunagu reaches a hand out to gently trail across the green-blue thread embedded in Shinya's neck. "And this was the next best thing. They even match my eyes." He hooks a finger around the end, thread not-quite pulled tightly all the way. Tsunagu yanks, relishing at the gasp of pain and the drops of blood staining the thread. He ties it off. "There. Now I'll always be under your skin."

Shinya reaches up. "You don't need thread to do that, Tsunagu." He pulls an odd expression and gingerly moves his head around. The stitches hold. Tsunagu had used the surgical thread, a new invention- it would dissolve into the... stitchee's(?) blood after a few days, carrying a healing potion with it. He'd stolen it off the bodies of the people who had captured Shinya.

Tsunagu doesn't say any of this out loud, but he offers an elbow to Shinya. "Come on," He says. "Let's get out of this basement. And then you're treating me to some food, I spent days looking for you."

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im not gonna lie, the dynamics in this have kinda stolen my heart (pun intentional)

-story anon

HEHEH-

Their banter after literally getting decapitated and coming back <333

#tw caps #tw yandere #tw decapitation #okay uhh #ask to tag #there we go #bnha #best jeanist #edgeshot #edgejeanist #pirate au #story anon <3 #hmm do i tag as pirate au? i guess so- branch/remix au my beloved #honestly i was so tired last night-this morning?- i forgot about this but <333 #yandere pirate au #ill tag as that for now #this was so fun to talk about-

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Diabolical Dealings

A/N: first time writing Shigaraki, I tried my best. I probably neglected Dabi a little too much and made Shigaraki absolutely disgusting. This was wayyy longer than I intended. No beta read, non-canon plot (ish).

Synopsis: reader is a police officer and stumbles into something she shouldn't have. Dabi x Shigaraki x Reader

Warnings: where do I even start lol. Heavy non-con, humiliation, implied murder, kinda violence/blood, shigaraki is gross (sorry), implied kidnapping, yandere (kinda?), spit, forced orgasm, oral, threesome. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Word count: 10.2K

A gust of wind whistled across your face, making your eyes flutter shut as dirt and stray newspapers skidded along the sidewalk. Despite the frigid air that enveloped your body within seconds - you were boiling hot. Your skin was coated in a thin layer of sweat, dripping over your furrowed brow and down to the pavement. It was shortly after twelve in the morning and you had just begun your nightly rounds of your assigned area. It was cold and dark. Your path is barely illuminated by the flickering street lights and LED store signs. It was only enough to see a couple yards in front of you, everything else hidden by the eerie shadows of darkness. 

There were hundreds of other things you’d rather be doing right now; staying home with a microwavable meal on your lap while you watched your favorite show was one of them. Being called in and roaming the streets was last on your list of things to do on a Friday night. 

Your phone rang an hour ago while you were occupying your time being curled up on the couch, with a hot bowl of curry beside you. You had just begun to settle down, only to get interrupted. 

You knew you had to answer when you saw the Chief’s caller ID reflect onto your gloomy face. 

Begrudgingly, you answered. His voice was stressed when he asked if you could come in for the night, explaining that there had been a few more attacks than usual tonight, and that the Heroes needed the extra hands to apprehend the villains they defeated. 

Reluctantly, you agreed. You weren’t a fan of working nights and opted for working days to lessen the hassle of transporting villains back to headquarters, where they would be dealt with before they were shipped off to Tarturus. It was a relatively easy job during the day, but the night only amplified the difficulty. With limited civilians and heroes, you had to be extra cautious.

If it wasn’t your deep admiration and dedication to the job - you would’ve said no. But alas, here you were, fulfilling your duties in the dead of night. 

“How are you holding up, (last name)?” A muffled voice filtered through your radio, startling you slightly as you reached to unclip it from your belt. 

You backed up towards a brick wall, casting a few glances around before you answered your partner. “I’m fine. Doing one final sweep before I head over to Endeavor and Jeanist.” You radioed back. “Are you alright?” 

“Relax, (last name). You’re doing great.” You thought the shake in your voice was hidden by your false sense of confidence, but your partner saw straight through the mask. “I’m catching up with Gum soon. Almost finished my rounds too.” 

You sighed, closing your eyes and wiping the sweat from your forehead. You were too tired for this shit. You wanted to meet up with Endeavor and Jeanist, sooner rather than later. They were Pros and had quirks, unlike yourself. Better yet, you just wanted to finish the assignment and retreat back to the safety of your apartment.  

“(last name)? Are you there?” He asked, your shaky hands clinging to the small device as your brain kicked back in to register his words. 

“Sorry, I’m here.” You swallowed. “That’s good. We’ll meet up later? Maybe grab a coffee after the shift change?” You perked up, knowing how desperate your body was for some liquid fuel right about now. 

“You bet your fucking ass we will. Radio me if you need anything. I’ll be around.” He buzzed out, leaving nothing but the sound of static sizzling in the air. 

You clipped your radio back to your belt, still resting against the bricks to give your tired feet a chance to recuperate. You’re doing great. You’re doing great. You’re going to be fine. Everything is okay. You repeated the reassurances in your mind, forcing yourself to calm down. 

You pushed yourself up, brushing out the crinkles that formed in your uniform and started to press on. The sound of your footsteps echoed as you walked along the pavement, your head turning to give quick glances down the alleyways and side streets. Nothing out of the ordinary caught your attention, which seemed strange considering the Chief explicitly said tonight was unusually active. 

You chalked it up to the increased presence of the heroes, knowing that most small-time villains would avoid these areas because of them. They never lingered in one place for too long. The fear of catching the attention of a Pro and getting apprehended usually deterred them. Granted, it wasn’t out of ordinary for a smaller villain to test their luck and linger about anyways. They usually opted for petty crimes like vandalism and theft, which would make for quick escapes if needed. There was no shortage of those types, unfortunately. 

Despite this, you noticed there wasn’t much of a disturbance tonight. You certainly weren’t complaining, but the anxiety continued to gnaw in the back of your head. You were specifically on edge since there was so little happening in your area. That could mean one or two things; the heroes scared all of them away, or that there was a bigger threat lurking about. 

Villains were similar in their enjoyment of public disturbance, wreaking havoc, and causing panics. But not all Villains were the same. The ones that committed thought-out malicious crimes usually deterred the pettier Villains. There’s always bigger fish in the ocean.           

But what would you know? You weren’t an expert, but you had picked up on a few things from your years in the field. Your skilled understanding of villains kept you alive, but you weren’t going to gamble with it.  

You’re doing great. You’re doing great. You repeated, changing the subject in your mind to something a little more pragmatic. You weren’t about to ruin your streak of luck with your panicked thoughts. You continued on, looking forward to the coffee stop you promised your partner. You hoped that when you met up with Endeavor and Jeanist, that they’d just send you off home, but those chances were slim. 

You’re doing great. You’re doing great. You hummed to yourself as you rounded a corner, poking your head out to give a quick check. 

“I’m not wasting my time on these pieces of trash. They make for better kindling than recruits.” You heard a deep voice rasp from afar. The sound came from afar and echoed off the tall brick walls, which made it even more difficult to distinguish.  

A civilian? You thought, furrowing your brows. Maybe? But why would they be wandering in an alley at this time of night? They didn’t sound too friendly either. You gripped onto the edge of the wall, tilting your head in the direction of the barely audible voice. 

“Can’t be surprised, this world is rotting from the inside and it makes me sick.” The second voice was higher pitched and much more strained than the first. 

Your subconscious must have realized that they were a threat before your mind could, because you felt a tingle run down your spine and goosebumps crawl up your neck. Definitely not friendly.  

You could hear the first man scoff and what sounded like footsteps, but nothing else. It appeared that they were retreating deeper into the alley to continue their conversation. You weren’t too keen on the idea of finding out where they were going - or what they were doing. Deciding that it was better to not push your luck, you backed away from the entrance and reached for your radio. 

You weren’t a detective, and you weren’t about to start acting like one just because you were curious. You needed to radio your partner and inform him immediately on what you stumbled upon, even if you weren’t sure what you found. They could just be some lowly villains, but you had a protocol to follow. 

Moving further away from the opening and deeming yourself to be at a safe distance, you pulled out your radio. 

“Sam?” You whispered, bringing the device up with shaky fingers. “Are you there?” 

There was a hiss of static in response and you slapped your palm over the speaker. 

“Sam?” You asked again, your voice sounding a little more desperate as you waited for a response. It couldn’t be helped, but you were beginning to feel a little anxious. It wasn’t like him to leave you hanging like this, especially for a night like this. He made it a habit to always pick up when you called. 

There was an off chance that he was caught up in dealing with something, but you wanted nothing more than to hear him say anything. You rested your forehead on the tips of your fingers, letting out a shaky breath. Your mind wanted to be rational with the thoughts, but you couldn’t help the overwhelming sense of worry at his silence. 

Swallowing hard, you decided this was something you were going to have to deal with later. It would be better off to ignore the rest of your sweep and just meet back up later. “If you can hear this, I’m making my way back over to everyone. There w-” 

A sudden burst of blue flame erupted from the alley beside you, catching you off guard and forcing a scream out of your throat. Your radio slipped from your fingers and crashed onto the pavement, cracking from the blow. You narrowly dodged the attack - your legs reacting before your mind could even fully process the situation.You hit the ground hard but corrected yourself by rolling onto your knees and into a crouching stance. Your heart nearly leaped out of your chest as it started to pump faster at the wall of fire next to you. If you were a few seconds slower, then your entire side would have been fried. 

The muscles in your chest grew tight with each breath, forcing you into a state of hyperventilation. Move. Now! Your nerves ignited with a fury of terror and forced you out of your frozen state. You scrambled to your feet in less than a second and bolted down the sidewalk without a second thought. Heroes. Get to the heroes. You no longer cared about how loud your footsteps were, since whoever attacked you knew exactly where you had been. You were positive that if they wanted to kill you, they would’ve. They wanted you to run, and you were going to do just that. 

If it weren’t for the fear, you surely would have collapsed. You never ran faster in your life till now and you didn’t stop, even when your lungs started to burn and ache. You had to keep going. That fire quirk was a long ranged attack, which was bad as is. You didn’t want to waste time dwelling on catching your breath. 

The muscles in your legs strained as you bolted down the sidewalk, pumping them as fast as they would allow. Your breathing was uneven, borderline hyperventilating due to your climbing fear. The adrenaline was enough to keep you going, passing by several side streets and alleys as you tried to put some distance between yourself and your assailant. 

You wiped your eyes, which were stinging with sweat and momentarily blinding you. 

“Where ya’ going in such a rush, doll?” The voice sounded bored, uninterested really. 

You skidded to a stop, feet sliding against the pavement in attempts to slow yourself. Your gaze moved up to follow where the sound was coming from, noticing a man resting lazily against an alleyway entrance. Your eyes widened and your lips parted to let out a surprised puff of air. You were not expecting the man to catch up to you so quickly, let alone be in front of you. This certainly took you by surprise and you felt yourself take a precautionary step backwards.

He held out a singular finger with a blue flame hovering at the tip of it, flicking his eyes back and forth between you and the subtle glow. You could barely make out his features, only a hint of light being emitted from his index. You did, however, notice the textured skin that was stapled together with the living skin. It couldn’t be. You thought as another wave of panic rushed over you. 

He must have noticed your realization because you saw him smirk wildly before extinguishing the flame in his fist. 

Engulfed in darkness, you turned and sprinted away. Your body once again acted on impulse as you ducked into the alley beside you. No. You weren’t going to die. You thought. This wasn’t going to be your end. You promised your partner that you would have coffee together. You promised to visit your parents more. You still had your whole life ahead of you. You weren’t going to die . 

With as much speed as your body could handle, you ran deeper into the dark unknown. You knew that you had to get back to the Pros, but whether or not you’d be able to was inconclusive. Your main focus was escaping, but it seemed easier said than done. Nonetheless, you carried on, jumping over stray bags of garbage and debris. 

The sound of your thumping footsteps were loud, but your heart hammering against your rib cage was even louder. The organ pumped viciously to fuel your aching limbs with blood, even reaching up to thud in your ear canal. It was only when your eyes landed on a second shadow emerging from the darkness that you spun back around. No. This wasn’t happening. Your feet slid out from under you at the sudden movement, but you quickly corrected yourself, spinning on your heels and darting back towards the mouth of the alley. You ran blindly, in hopes of getting away from both assailants.  

You glanced back, noting the shadow stalking after you. No. He wasn’t in a rush. He was taking his time chasing you. His pace was slow and intimidating, purposely drawing out every ounce of fear that he could produce from you. It was only then when you realized your mistake. Your attention returned to the freedom which was illuminated by the flickering street lights. You were just shy of reaching it, maybe a few meters or so. You can do this.  The dim light faded as a large figure stepped in front of it, blocking the exit and causing you to gasp. Fuck! Your body was moving fast - too fast for you to stop yourself in time.  

The man made no sound as you collided head on with his body, dull pain shot up your chest, making you yell out in surprise. Instinctively, you tried to pull away, fear fuelling your body into clawing and fighting back. His arm wrapped around your waist and tugged you closer, holding you still against him. His other hand grabbed a hold of your flailing wrist, keeping it planted against his chest in some sort of stance that could only be compared to two lovers embracing. 

“Let go of me!” You whined, only to feel his grip tighten. 

You looked up at him with widened eyes, finally getting a good view of him. You really wished you hadn’t. Your eyes scanned over his face, noting all the scar tissue he had beneath his eyes and along his jawline. The damaged skin was stapled together with the healthy parts, creating some sort of ugly patchwork job. It was also the first time you had been this close to him, and you never realized just how warm he actually was. He heated your skin up like a furnace, warmth seeping out of his clothes and into yours. 

Dabi. You heard about him, or rather, read. His pictures were plastered all over the newspapers in Japan. 

One side of his lips curled upwards as he looked down his nose at you. You couldn’t tell if he was smirking or snarling at you, but you didn’t really care. You began writhing in his grasp. You kicked at his shins and punched his chest with your free hand, attempting to twist out of his hold. 

He didn’t even flinch at your attacks, his only reaction was to laugh at you. His chest rumbled as he kept you pinned, sending a wave of nausea up to your throat. Your face twisted up in anguish, gasping as you placed a hand onto his chest to shove him off. He was hot. So hot . 

“Let go of me!” You repeated again.  

Seeing how your punches weren’t doing much - you opted for crying out and raking your nails down his chest, catching and pulling on his staples. This time, he let out a low hiss and let go of your waist, moving to grab your other wrist to stop your assault. 

“Aren’t you a little treat.” He rasped. His eyes narrowed down to yours, turquoise orbs watching as you tried to take a step back, so you were no longer touching him. He didn’t seem to care for your distaste, knowing that there wasn’t anything for you to do. 

You gave him a frightened look, brows pulling together as you looked up at him. You had seen him in the newspapers before, but he was even more terrifying up close. His staples reflected in the moonlight, and his eyes were practically glowing. While he was looking at you with a lazy expression - you could see hints of something you couldn’t quite place. Excitement? Boredom?   There wasn’t much time for you to contemplate your next moves, because he was already spinning you around. His chest pressed into your back, while your arms were twisted across your torso, effectively pinning you. 

It took you a couple seconds to stabilize yourself, blinking rapidly as you tried to adjust your swaying vision. The fear crawled up your esophagus, threatening to drown you as you became overwhelmed with terror. Calm. Calm. You repeated in your head. Slipping into a panic attack would do little good in your situation, but managing your nervous system was always a challenging task.  

“Relax, doll, I got you.” Dabi’s words provided you no comfort - instead, adding fuel to your hysterics. 

Your attention snapped back to the end of the alley when you heard a second set of footsteps approaching. Dabi and your fear kept you facing forward as the second figure sauntered towards you. Pale blue shaggy hair was the first thing you noticed, along with the vibrant red shoes that stuck out like a sore thumb in the darkness. You couldn’t really see his eyes, which were blocked by his mop of hair, but you knew that he was staring right at you. His steps reverberated around you - each syllable striking more fear in your heart. It felt like you were counting down the moments to your demise, unable to stop the shiver rolling down your spine. Instinctively, you inched backwards, a pitiful attempt of escape that only drew you closer into Dabi. Your back pressed into his chest, so close that you could feel every grove and staple on him. 

The man in front continued honing in on the two of you with precision and intent. Granted, you would have fought sooner if you weren’t so trapped in a daze. However, as the figure became clearer in your line of sight - your eyes settled upon his arms, which were covered by hands that were severed at the wrist. Shigaraki. Reality came crashing down on your head like a ton of bricks. Your nerves coming back with a vengeance - lighting up with such a ferocious drive that you bucked back into Dabi. 

“Looks like we’ve caught ourselves a little mouse.” Shigaraki snickered. He halted his movements, hands placed inside his pockets as he studied you. His eyes trailed up and down your figure, as if he were trying to gauge whether or not you were truly a threat. With your cowering expression and quivering form - it was obvious that you weren’t. You were a poor little cop, just trying to get through a shift, and had the back luck of stumbling into something you shouldn’t have. Stupid girl. 

You knew the full extent of how much danger you were in right now, the terror creeping into your bloodstream and controlling every aspect of your being. No matter how many hours of briefing and training you had received, you couldn’t ever be prepared enough to handle this. Part of you prayed that your partner - no, the Heroes - would come to your rescue. You knew this wasn’t a situation you could handle on your own, it never was to begin with. 

Beneath the mess of hair, his red eyes were almost glowing as looked down at you, mixing with both disinterest and disgust.You inched back slightly, as if the few centimeters would actually protect you from whatever they were going to do. It was a weak attempt that only drew you closer to Dabi - who merely glanced down his nose at you.

Dabi could practically feel the terror radiate off you as he held you, knowing fully that you were thinking of every possible outcome. He noticed you had been shaking before, but with Shigaraki closing the distance on you, your body was almost vibrating as you pushed yourself flush against him. It was entertaining in a sense - you were so scared of Shigaraki that you resorted to gluing onto him for refuge.     

“I don’t think she likes you very much. She’s shaking like a leaf.” Dabi bent down closer to you as he spoke, but his words were not intended for you, instead they were directed at Shigaraki. 

“Are you scared of Shigaraki, doll?” You can feel his nose prod into the side of your head as he continues to taunt you. 

Your body stiffens but you don’t give him a response. You were absolutely horrified. But you feared that displaying any more emotion would further instigate the situation. You could only pray that they just wanted to freak you out a bit, and then hopefully let you go. However, the instincts in your gut and the way they were both looking at you told you otherwise. 

“That’s too bad, isn’t it? ” Shigaraki caught your attention as he scratched his neck, eyes boring down onto yours. You swallowed hard and forced yourself to stare back, watching as his blunt nails raked down the dry skin of his neck. “She brought this on herself by meddling in things that don’t concern her.” He looked up to Dabi for a brief second, silently communicating something you couldn’t understand till the last moment. 

Oh, no. You repressed a shudder as Shigaraki looked back down at you, the scar on his lips twitching as he smirked.  

Before you could respond - or even blink for that matter, Dabi released your arms and shoved you towards his leader. Your arms shot out in attempts to brace yourself as your feet tripped up beneath you, unable to keep pace with the sudden force. A tiny gasp slipped past your lips as you fell forward and into Shigaraki. This is it . You thought. Your eyes slammed shut as you awaited for the embrace of death, expecting to be turned to dust as soon as he touched you.  

But you didn’t. 

Instead, you found his arms encircled around your waist, pinkies raised to prevent the accidental use of his quirk. You let out a puff of air as your cheek sandwiched against his chest, instantly engulfed with the odor of musk. With your arms completely immobilized between his body and yours - you couldn’t pry yourself away. 

“Please. Let me go. I d-didn’t hear or see anything.” You sucked in a shaky breath as you began to plead for mercy. Inadvertently, you sniffed the material that you were pressed against, letting out a strangled cough at the rancid smell that belonged to Shigaraki. Your face scrunched up with such distaste and anguish that even Dabi noticed. 

“She really doesn’t like you, eh? Just look at her. She looks like she’s going to puke.” Dabi chuckled at your expression, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket.  

You peered back at the flame Villain, almost as if you were trying to beg him to help. Silently, you tried to bargain for your life, casting a teary-eyed glance to Dabi. You knew this was futile, but you were willing to do just about anything to get away from Shigaraki and his destructive hands. Dabi barely gave you a second look, but knew instantly what you were trying to do. He kept his face impassive as he ignored your non-verbal pleas. There was no way he was going to help you in any way. 

You whimpered, turning away when you realized there would be no sympathy from him. Obviously. Instead, you managed to press your palms flat and hard into Shigaraki’s stomach, pushing lightly in hopes of creating some much needed distance between your body and his. 

“Is that right?” Shigaraki hummed and jerked you closer to him, seeing your fight as merely an annoyance rather than a threat. Your elbows buckled and you crashed into his body again. “The pretty little cop wants to get away from the disgusting villain?” He gritted as he felt the side of his neck prickle with an itch, the anger beginning to surface at your obvious revulsion of him. 

He’d gotten used to the disgusted and false pity stares that society condemned him to - but there was something about your pretentious attitude that irked and made him itch incessantly. The pitiful look on your face reminded him a little too much of how corrupt this world was and how much he wanted to destroy it all. It was clear to him that you absentmindedly aligned yourself with the same views of the Heroes - like a little puppy, blindly following orders from its master. Shigaraki’s thoughts were cruel as he conjured up ways to make you squeal like the pig you were. 

With a sadistic grin, his fingers reach towards your chin, gripping it between his thumb and index before tilting your head up to meet his gaze. You noticed he had rings of dry skin around his red eyes and lips, which were peeling, cracked, and had a scar straight across. It had to be a side effect of his quirk - something his body used as a coping mechanism. The sight of him brought you no comfort as you tried to wiggle out of his hold again, pushing at his torso with your palms when he lowered his head to your ear. 

“Careful now. You wouldn’t want all my fingers to accidentally touch you with all that squirming, now would you?” He drummed his fingers against your waist, timing it perfectly so that all five of his pale fingers wouldn’t come into contact with you. “It’s not a nice way to go, officer. Trust me, I’ve seen it.”

Your blood ran cold as you stilled yourself, paralyzed by his words and the feeling of his fingers thudding carefully against you. With one simple change in rhythm, you’d be dead. The thought of your life dangling in the arms of a murdering psychopath didn’t do any good for your state of mind. And neither did the sudden feeling of his lips pressing into your hair, which had come undone from its usual ponytail - thick locks tumbling out to frame your pretty face. 

“Oh, god. Please, just let me go.” You whispered, wide-eyed and begging.  

Shigaraki snickered at your frozen form and took his opportunity in making you feel uncomfortable. His nose poked against the side of your head as he took a deep breath in, shuddering at both the scent of your lingering shower products and your soft mewl of desperation. 

“I radioed my partner and he knows where I am. He’ll be here any minute now with backup. Please, let me go and no one has to get hurt.” You found yourself using a new tactic, one you hoped would buy you your freedom.  

Shigaraki snorted, blowing a puff of air into your hair. “Radio?” 

“It wouldn’t happen to be the same one I saw a few blocks back would it, doll?” Dabi spoke up suddenly. “The shattered one?” He teased with a knowing smile. 

Your body stiffened in Shigaraki’s arms and you swallowed. “Yes, that’s the one. It's a protocol for all of us to be in constant communication about our whereabouts. He knows exactly where I am.” You lied smoothly, keeping your face as neutral as you could. 

“I don’t think your partner, or anyone for that matter, will be coming for ya’.” Dabi pressed on, leaning lazily against the bricks as he eyed you. 

“You’re wrong. Sam will be-” You made the unfortunate mistake of saying his name, too wound up to stop yourself in time.  

Shigaraki started laughing suddenly, pulling his face away from you as he let out an unhinged cackle. Confusion washed over your features and you paused, unnerved by the high pitched sound from above you. 

“Saving you? Is that what you think?” Shigaraki’s voice was lowering in pitch as he calmed himself from his laughter. “You poor thing.” He mocked. “He couldn’t even save himself. It’s pathetic if you ask me!”

Within seconds, your demeanor had morphed into complete and utter hysterics upon hearing those words. You shook your head violently, fat tears beginning to gather in your eyes as you tried to come to grips with reality. 

“What? No. You’re lying. That can’t be…” You whispered as your head began to swirl with apprehension.  

“Did you wanna know how Sam cried and begged for his life before I decayed him? Choking and clawing at his own throat.” Shigaraki continued, his lips pulling into a manic smile as he watched the tears roll down your cheeks. 

“You’d think someone sworn to protect and serve the public would put up more of a fight, but no!” He took the chance to mock your employment motto with glee, shuddering at your look of despair. 

“Geez, you really are an ass.” Dabi mumbled with a roll of his eyes. Whether or not Dabi thought Shigaraki was pushing you too far was irrelevant, because in his own twisted sense - he was enjoying it. 

Shigaraki was too occupied by your suffering to pay Dabi any mind. 

“You’re fucking insane! He was a good-” 

“Good or bad, you and heroes still thrive on violence, just like us. Only difference being that the Heroes are filled with empty ideologies and a false sense of justice that make them foolishly believe that they’re society’s guardians. it's disgusting .” His voice ascended in pitch as he spit the words out like they were poison. 

You had been staring blindly at your feet as Shigaraki tormented you with his words. Despite your unmoving stance, your vision swam and clouded with tears. You could barely keep yourself upright as you tried to clear your head. It felt like you were drowning. The muscles in your throat tightened with each swallow. Gone, your partner was gone. Every fiber in your body wanted you to run, scream, and cry, but you remained still and unmoving. 

Oddly enough, the sadness in your body began to shift into something more akin to rage. It felt like the switch inside your brain had flipped and you were overwhelmed with cool, shivering hatred. It was all too much. Shigaraki’s hands are still grasping onto you and Dabi’s cool eyes are studying you, but you feel a drift from your body, as if you were just an onlooker. 

Murderers. They were murderers.  

For the first time in your life, you felt your resolve crumble. You wanted them dead. You wanted them to suffer. They didn’t deserve to be walking and breathing, when your partner was a pile of dust in one of these alleys. He didn’t deserve to die, but they did .  

“All quiet now aren’t-” 

“What would a villain know about justice? You murdered an innocent man!” You spat, craning your neck to glare right at him. Shigaraki glanced back down at you, not expecting you to speak. “Destruction follows everywhere you go; killing, stealing, and thriving on fear you cause. And you’re delusional enough to think we’re disgusting?” You hissed up at him with so much anger that your body shook. “We protect-” 

You screeched when a hand weaved through your hair, suddenly jolting your head back to an unnatural angle. Your neck strained in this position, feeling as if the bones would snap if you didn’t follow his movements. Your pupils blew wide as Shigaraki leered over you and seethed with anger, his extended pinky shaking as he looked to be fighting the urge to dust you. His jaw was clenched as his wild eyes locked onto you. Still angry, you repressed the urge to spit in his face. 

“It seems like you’ve forgotten who’s in charge here. You better tread carefully bitch, I’ve killed people for less.” He sneered as his grip tightened to make his point. “You’re stuck living in a fairy tale, unable to see the corruption and rot that your system has caused.” Droplets of spit hit your face as he spoke, rutting his hips against your own to gain back the upperhand in this situation. He wasn’t about to let some idiotic brat like you outsmart him. No. He was the one in charge here. He had all the power. And he was going to make sure you knew it.   

Dabi sighed, wanting to speak up before Shigaraki lost complete control and decided to dust you. “The Heroes will fall from their pedestals, even if we have to knock them down one by one.” 

You kept your eyes locked with Shigaraki, challenging him silently. You were certainly playing with fire right now, but your mouth was operating on its own accord, not even the lingering threat of turning to dust able to stop the words from coming out. 

“The only ones who will fall are y-” 

Your voice cut short as Shigaraki sloppily collided his mouth with yours. The awkward action took you by surprise and you gasped against him. Instantly, you were swarmed with his stale breath and cracked lips, planting your fists onto his chest to push him away. He groaned into you and you could tell he was unskilled by the way he messily moved his lips and prodded you with his tongue. The kiss was wet and warm, liquid building up in your tear ducts as you squirmed violently. You had emotional whiplash at the situation, as you were positive he was itching to kill you just a few moments ago, and now he was slobbering all over your mouth. 

You caught his bottom lip between your teeth and bit down hard . The skin broke beneath the pressure, your mouth immediately filling up with the bitter taste of his blood as it pooled onto your tongue. 

Shigaraki released your hair with a feral growl. It was his turn to be surprised at your brazen behavior, stepping back slightly as his fingers touched his chin before examining the liquid dribbling down his chin. 

You glared back at him and against your better nature, you spat the remaining blood in your mouth, hitting the pavement near his feet. “You’re nothing but a petulant little child - crying and whining when you don’t get your way. It’s pathetic.” You hissed, wiping your chin with the back of your hand.   

Shigaraki looked at you through rage filled eyes. He should have expected this reaction from you, but figured that you were more bark than actual bite. His chest rising and falling at a pace that indicated he was ready to kill. He could feel every nerve in his body buzzing with adrenaline and anger, aching to pounce and watch your body crumble to dust. Oh, he was going to make you regret that.  

“You’re in trouble now, little bitch. I’ll bring you to heel like I should’ve done from the start.” His lips pulled back into a snarl as he stepped forward. 

You could see the malicious glee radiate from his darkened gaze, forcing you to take a step back to avoid it. He could’ve caught you in a mere second, but he found pleasure in your look of anger quickly turning into fear as he matched your retreating steps. Shigaraki could practically feel the anxiety coming off your body in waves, sending a sickening shudder down his back. He didn’t usually find pleasure in anything besides destruction and death, but there was something about you that made him want to savor this - despite your bratty demeanor and fake brave facade. 

He giggled - high pitched and threatening as he advanced on your trembling form. He never found close contact to particularly be one of his favorites, but he’d make an exception just for you. Shigaraki knew there was no escape for you, which was emphasized by Dabi creeping forwards. 

“Get away from me, freak!” You shrieked out of surprise, too focused on Shigaraki closing in on you to notice that Dabi had settled behind you again. 

He wasn’t going to let crusty have all the fun, that just wouldn’t do.    

“Ah, ah ah. You aren’t thinking of running again are you, doll?” Dabi rasped and you instinctively spun around to face him, meeting his crooked smirk with a grimace of your own. 

Dabi stepped forward suddenly, and you stumbled back, brain swimming before you realized Shigaraki was directly behind you now. He took this opportunity to catch you by the collar of your uniform, all five fingers coming into contact with the soft fabric. The material instantly began to unravel and disintegrate into thin air, leaving you in nothing but your bra and a thin layer of dust. 

“What are you doing!” You cried out, backing away into the wall between them. Your hands covered your chest in attempts to protect your modesty. Your breathing only escalated at this point, your bare chest doing little to hide the rise and fall of your panicked state.

Both men scan over you, but it's the feral look in Shagaraki’s eyes that scare you the most. You back against the wall, leaning away as he takes slow paces towards you. He hated you, you knew that, but there was a lingering appearance of longing hidden deep within his crimson eyes. It was terrifying when he was angry, since it was so clearly displayed, but this was something completely different. This lustful expression was chilling, and there was nothing you could do to stop it. 

Shigaraki continued until he was only a few inches in front of you, his ebony fingers reaching out to touch your face. His gaze followed the swell of your breasts for a moment, before settling back up to your face. You thought your heart was about to explode out of your chest when you watched Shigaraki’s tongue wet his dry lips. He didn’t need to say anything for you to understand this action, and you started to feel light headed. Your hand balled up into a white-knuckled fist, pulling back slowly to hit his smug face. 

Dabi must have had an idea of what you were about to do, because he launched forward and caught your wrist, ending your attempt prematurely with a click of his tongue.  

“As much as I would’ve loved to see that, I don’t think it would be wise, doll.” Dabi wrenched your arm back down to your side and placed himself behind you - standing guard with his hands on your shoulders, in case you decided to try it again. 

Sandwiched between the two villains, Shigaraki grinned as he moved to run his hands along your waist, his pinkies rising just above your shivering skin. “If you don’t drop that attitude, I’ll have to force it out of you, sweetheart.” You much preferred when he called you a bitch, or anything besides that sick term of endearment. 

You held yourself straight, begrudgingly allowing his fingers to trace small patterns. You focused on keeping your face straight and looking directly past him as if he weren’t even there. Shigaraki noticed this and became slightly annoyed at your ignorance. This just wouldn’t do. His palm rested flat against the material of your bra, dusting it just like he had done with your shirt. 

A soft sound rumbled in your throat and your eye twitched, but otherwise you said nothing. You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. You chanted to yourself, repeating the reassuring words to ground yourself. 

Dabi laughed. “Stubborn little thing isn’t she?” He settled his chin in the crook of your neck, causing you to try and shift away, which succeeded in little as Dabi wrapped his hand around your throat. “It looks like we’re gonna have to show ya’ some manners, doll.”

“She’ll learn.” Shigaraki tipped your jaw up with a single finger, watching you through his lashes.  

“Don’t touch me.” Shigaraki crouched down, his face level with your stomach. He paid no attention to you as he pressed his tongue flat against your stomach, feeling you shrink back and let out a sharp exhale. 

Wet, hot trails of saliva littered up your torso as he dragged the muscle all over your skin. You did your best to remain still at his assault - commanding your body to adhere to your orders had never been such a struggle till now. You had been managing fine, until you felt his tongue prod closer to the top lining of your jeans. The appendage was too close for your liking, resulting in your hips unconsciously shifting backwards from the searing heat.  

Dabi let out a pained groan when your ass came into contact with his erection. The brief contact made him twitch and his hand tighten around your neck. He watched you out of the corner of his eye, noticing that you were biting your lip. With his free hand, he pushed the stray hairs away and settled his lips against the curve of your neck. You had been so focused on Shigaraki that you nearly forgot about him - jumping slightly as he pressed open mouthed kisses at the base of your neck. 

While the action was not welcomed, the feeling of his lips against your skin made your head fall back into his shoulder. Satisfied with your reaction, Dabi let out a breathless laugh. You could feel the moisture of his breath on your neck, making your eyes flutter shut. 

Shigaraki peaked up at you, grinning devilishly as he moved to grab your breasts. His thumbs ran over your peaked nipples before he latched his mouth onto one of them. His tongue flicked over the sensitive skin, causing you to push your chest closer to him. Shigaraki hummed to himself, hollowing out his cheeks to leave dark bruises. He couldn’t hold back the saliva that pooled in his mouth and instead, he let it collect all over your skin. He’d make sure you’d regret calling him disgusting. 

“Stop that!” You snapped your head downwards to glare at Shigaraki - narrowly missing Dabi’s head in the process. 

Shigaraki pulled away with a giggle, a line of spit connecting his lips to your nipple. “And what makes you so confident to tell me what to do?” He stood to his full height now, towering over you and causing you to bump back into Dabi. “The pretty little cop, all alone with the ugly villains, thinking she can give demands.” Five fingers skimmed across your pants, making them crumble to another pile of dust at your feet. 

Your eyes met with Shigaraki, who let out another snort of a laugh. “Don’t move now, I’d hate to ruin the fun by accidentally killing you.” He teased, his fingers looping under the band of your panties as he pulled them down your legs. 

His fingers skimmed down your thighs to prove his point, and he began to kiss and lick at your skin, noticing that you were trembling now. With your panties out of the way, he brought them up to his nose and sniffed at the center, his eyes shutting at your tangy odor. You almost keeled over at the sight below you, but Dabi kept you upright with a sharp tug.   

“You’re not keeping those are you, creep?” Dabi asked, his lips curling back at Shigaraki’s actions. 

“Shut up and hold her still, crispy.” He shot back, tucking the last piece of clothing you wore into his pocket with an annoyed growl.  

Dabi rolled his eyes and reached around to grab onto your waist, steadying you as Shigaraki lifted your leg up. You swayed slightly and took hold of Dabi’s forearm, your nails digging into his coat as you tried to balance yourself. 

“I got ya’, relax.” He spoke, annoyance riddled in his voice. 

Shigaraki moved his attention to your cunt, which you tried to hide by shuffling your foot inwards. He didn’t mind nor care for your refusal, noting that he would deal with it later. He was too consumed with lust and excitement, drool beginning to pool on his tongue at the sight of your mound. 

“You sick fuck. You’re not act-” Shigaraki gave you no time to protest as he dove mouth first into your cunt. He latched onto you, his tongue awkwardly poked around at your folds, almost like he didn’t quite know what he was doing. Nonetheless, the sudden intrusion caught you by surprise, causing you to snap your jaw shut. 

You could feel his lips curve upwards, the taste of you sending a spike of blood to the tip of his cock. His mouth moved messily against you, sucking in attempts to get more of that sweetness he craved. It was pure bliss. He never imagined you’d taste this good.  

His tongue swept up to your clit, which caused you to flinch. He repeated the motion again, this time circling harder over it. You keened into his mouth, involuntarily letting out a small moan at the feeling. Shigaraki snickered against you, focusing his assault on that same spot which made you flutter and gasp. He propped your leg further up, gaining better access to the gathering heat of your pussy. 

“Oh, god. S-stop-” You blubbered, arching back. 

The sound of your whimpers and soaking heat made him growl, he wanted nothing more than to replay those pretty sounds over and over. His face pressed harder into you, quickly learning where to focus his tongue to make you cry out and gush over his mouth. Your lips parted into an ‘O’ as your hips unconsciously bucked into his face, taking Shigaraki by surprise at your sudden eagerness. 

His tongue lapped over your clit a few more times before he buried it into your hole, tasting and sucking the slick that dribbled out. This time, you moaned louder. Shigaraki sucked and lapped at you, drawing out noises that you’d never thought would come out of you. You could feel just how wet you were getting, the skin of your cheeks flushed with a bright blush, stinging beneath your eyes as you soaked his face. 

“That’s it, doll. Let it all out.” Dabi began kneading the flesh of your breast as he cooed softly in your ear. His own erection was straining against the front of his pants, poking you in your rear each time you moved. 

Shigaraki placed two bony fingers at your entrance before shoving them in hard and fast. His knuckles slammed into you as he fully sheathed himself inside, drawing out a sharp cry. You were not prepared for this and you felt yourself clamp down hard. He continued to slurp at your clit, enjoying the feeling of his fingers barely fitting. He pulled his fingers out slowly, watching his fingers shine bright with your slick. 

“You’re pretty soaked for someone who doesn’t want this.” He examined his scissoring fingers, slick connecting his pale digits together before he licked them clean. “You like my ugly face buried in your sweet cunt, don’t you?” Shigaraki placed a chaste kiss on your thigh.  

“How’s that ego doing now?” Dabi teased, pinching hard at your nipples. “You’re gushing all over that creep.”  

You gritted your teeth together in humiliation. You didn’t know if it was Shigaraki’s or Dabi’s taunting that sent you over the edge. Either way, it was Dabi who was going to suffer. You snapped your head back to connect with Dabi’s chin, eliciting a sickening crack at the sudden contact. He didn’t expect you to pull such a stunt, especially now of all times. He let out a deep snarl of anger that vibrated against your back, before releasing his hold on you. 

“How’s your face?” You hissed back, struggling to keep yourself steady. The rattling in your skull didn’t help your now wavering balance, as you were still standing on one leg. 

Even with your pussy hovering only a few inches in front of his leader - you were still acting like a brat. Dabi glanced at Shigaraki, who was watching you closely before nodding towards Dabi.  

“Down, bitch.” Dabi growled. 

Simultaneously, Dabi kicked the back of your knee with his booted foot and Shigaraki let go of your leg. Your knee immediately buckled and you let out a cry of surprise as you lost your balance. Your hands shot out in attempts to stop yourself from falling, but you were too late. You collapsed to the floor, landing hard on your knees before Dabi kicked you into Shigaraki’s lap.  

Once again, he caught you, glancing down at you with a smile as you tried to peel yourself off his body.  

“It’s game over now, brat.” You continued to struggle in his hold, your palms lifting up to push at his shoulders, but Shigaraki was quick to catch you. His slender fingers wrapping around the back of your neck and tilting his head to give you one last look before forcing your face to his groin. 

Despite his lanky appearance, he was quite strong and easily managed to subdue you. Your eyes squeezed shut as Shigaraki let out a low groan, reveling in your helplessness and the feeling of your nose pressing against his clothed erection. Your fists dug into his thighs as you tried to push yourself up, your arms shaking in exhaustion.     

Shigaraki gave you another shove, forcing your head back down. “This is nice, don’t you think?” He rubbed small patterns in your hair, carefully tucking his thumb against his palm.  

Your eyes stung with tears of humiliation, your ass perched up perfectly for both his and Dabi’s enjoyment. Inadvertently, you breathed in, once again overwhelmed with his musky smell. You let out a quiet sob, the tears burning as they slid down your cheeks. 

“She looks much better from this angle.” You heard Dabi rasp from behind you.  

With the little strength you could manage from this angle, you turned your neck to look back at him. His attention was focused on the round of your ass, and you could see him palming the front of his jeans. The lewd action made you sob, which Dabi noticed and made him smirk. 

Shigaraki was studying you from above, his crimson eyes soaking in every bit of your reactions as he leaned back on his heels. Oddly enough, the look of disgust on your face managed to turn him on even more . His scarred lips cracked into an unnerving grin and he pulled you up by your hair to meet his gaze. 

“I want you to suck it.” He ordered. 

Your stomach dropped at his words and you felt the tears finally start to stream down your cheeks. “Please…” He gave you no time to beg, already stripping himself free of his pants and guiding you down. 

You find yourself hovering directly above his cock, staring at it with widened eyes. You didn’t know he’d be this big. You swallow hard and tentatively reach out to stroke him, your fingers barely managing to wrap around his girth. He lets out a sharp hiss of air at the feeling of your soft hands and bucks forward. Another choked sob escapes your lips and your tears fall onto his legs as you continue to stroke slowly. 

Shigaraki lets out a disgruntled growl and tightens his grip on your hair. “I told you to suck it, idiot.” 

Shakily, you stick your tongue out and run it over the tip of his cock. The mix of his sweaty skin and precum leaves a salty taste on your tongue, making you cringe. Your mouth parts more as you try to adjust your jaw for his size, but Shigaraki was impatient. His hips suddenly jut forward and you gag, feeling his entire length force its way into your throat. Your hands slap against his thighs and you begin to breathe through your nose. Shigaraki lets out a low moan at your throat clenching around him. 

Tears blur your vision and snot runs down your nose. Shigaraki didn’t care, too wrapped up in the pleasure of your wet mouth sucking him off. You were his toy now, and he was going to do whatever he pleased with you. 

Dabi could feel his dick twitch with every whine and strangled gasp you made. The confinements of his jeans were getting a little too tight for his liking, so he made quick work of unbuckling his belt and freeing himself. He trailed two fingers up and down your slit, smirking as you slick gathered on his digits. A squeak traveled up your throat, muffled by Shigaraki’s cock stuffing it full as you felt Dabi’s fingers prod at you. 

“You’re drenched, doll. Are you enjoying this? Hm? Getting raped by two Villains at the same time?” Dabi’s fingers pushed past the tight muscle of your pussy, embedding them deep inside you. He curled his digits up and brought them in and out slowly, shuddering at your suffocating walls tightening around him. 

Your throat vibrated with a low moan, saliva pouring out the sides of your mouth as you could no longer hold it in due to the girth of Shigaraki’s cock resting against your tongue. 

“You’re so fucking tight, but don’t worry, I’ll stretch ya’ out.” His fingers left your sopping hole before you felt something much larger settle against you. Your eyes widened and you tried to pull away from both of them. 

Shigaraki hissed as your teeth grazed against him, the foreign feeling causing him to jerk forwards and deeper down your throat. You pitifully looked up at him, eyes bloodshot from crying and gagging. 

The distraction allowed for Dabi to plunge into you, fully bottoming out and slamming against your cervix. You immediately screamed, eyes wide and unseeing as your back bowed to the ground. 

“Fuck! That’s it.” Dabi had you by your hips, keeping you pinned while he rocked towards you. 

Your core burned in anguish, giving you barely any time to adjust to his size as Dabi’s cock dragged up and down your walls, moaning as your pussy greedily sucked him in. You felt like you were going to pass out, both of your holes stuffed beyond their limit and catching you out of breath. 

The sight almost made Shigaraki bust his load down your throat, but he managed to suppress it. He wasn’t about to prematurely end this little game just because he couldn’t control himself, so he pulled himself out of your mouth with a wet plop. The tip of his cock throbbed painfully, deepening in color with the amount of blood arousal pumping to the head.    

You gasped like a fish, gulping down as much air as your lungs could handle. Oxygen had never tasted quite so sweet until now, considering you were on the verge of passing out. Your hand shakily moved up to wipe your nose and mouth, grimacing when Dabi bottomed out again. Your chest bounced with the swift force, giving Shigaraki a clear view from above.   

“What a mess.” He kept his hands on your head, silently warning you not to move.

You struggled to keep pace as Dabi’s movements refused to slow. With your mouth freed, Dabi took the opportunity to make you scream. The enlarged head of his cock slammed back into your cervix, hitting a particularly sensitive spot that had you heeling over Shigaraki’s lap. You clawed at his thighs, digging your nails into his skin. 

“Please! It hurts!” You sobbed, but dared not to look back, knowing that you’d only make things worse for yourself. 

“Begging now?” Dabi grunts, “It’s not like you can do anything about it- just relax and enjoy it.” He says between breaths, struggling to keep his voice steady. The depth of his strokes make you cry, and you try to crawl away. You don’t get far, Dabi sees to that by dragging you back with a growl. 

“I-I can-can’t. Please, stop!” Dabi’s arm moves to cradle your stomach, his other hand dipping down to your cunt, eagerly searching for your clit. This angle only draws him in deeper, but the soft circles that his fingers trace along your clit lessen the pain. His steady rhythm and lingering heat of his fingers make it harder to control the building pressure. You weren’t sure who you hated more, Dabi or Shigaraki. Both of them could rot in hell .  

“Does that feel nice?” Shigaraki coos. The knotting in his stomach is calming down, and he's almost ready to watch you choke on his cock again, but your not so subtle attempts to hide your pleasure has him enchanted. The way your eyebrows twitch and mouth open in awe almost make him bust at the sight. 

Ever so slightly, he tilts your head up with a gentle tug. Obediently, you open your eyes, briefly noticing his scar twitch as he opens his mouth. A string of spit falls from his lips before you can close your mouth, landing on your tongue while the remnants drip down your chin. 

“Swallow it.” His eyes challenged. 

“Ngh-” Your eyes fluttered shut, throat clenching as you swallowed it back. Gross.  

“Good girl.” Shigaraki was done with his mind games. He lined himself back up, confident that he could last slightly longer. 

You granted him access, kissing and licking at him in hopes that he’d cum quick. Your tongue pressed flat on his underside, rubbing up and along the vein that thumped with each stroke. You knew he was getting close, and so were you. Dabi was working quicker on your clit, your body ignoring every cue from your brain to stop. You had no control, and felt the effects of your orgasm wash over you. You tensed, clenching down on Dabi and making him groan, eyes rolling back at the feeling. 

“That’s it, doll. You’re- gonna make me-” Dabi hissed, following your orgasm with his own moments later. He’s never come that fast before, and to be honest, he was a little embarrassed. 

You moaned, feeling the heat of his cum drench your insides. Hot. It was so hot . He twitched as he filled your pulsating cunt, drawing out a handful of curses from him. You cried out, muffled sounds escaping your mouth. Tears soaked your face as you rode out your high, feeling Dabi pull out of your sopping hole and release you. A mixture of his and your own cum ran down your thighs, causing you to shudder. He stayed behind you, in case you had any bright ideas while he was stuffing himself back into his pants. 

Shigaraki laughed, rutting himself against your face, taking you by surprise as your nose collided with his pubic bone. You let out a strangled cough, slamming your hands onto his thighs as you struggled to breathe through your blocked nose.

“I knew you’d be fun -ah- knew it.” Shigaraki pushed your head so far down that you gagged, tears overflowing and blurring your vision. 

His hips thrusted forward, releasing a low growl as he spilled himself down the back of your throat. You coughed, quickly swallowing it all back in fear of your body accidentally spitting it back up. It was salty, and felt heavy as it traveled down your throat and settled in your stomach.

The moment his hand left the back of your head, you threw yourself away and wiped your lips. There was a lingering taste of him invading your tongue, which you knew would take you months to wash away. 

Curled up against the wall, you shielded your head in your arms, tucking yourself behind your shivering form. You didn’t bother looking up when you heard their footsteps, instead, you remained still and awaited death. 

“It seems like your time wasn’t wasted afterall.” You heard the familiar rasp of Shigaraki. He wasn’t talking to you, but you could feel a tinge of something in your gut at his words. 

You felt something crouch beside you, peering over you like a hawk. You tilted your head slightly, glancing up at Dabi as he examined you. “Not the type of recruit I had in mind, but she’ll be useful.” He patted your head, brushing matts of hair away from your eyes. “In other ways.”

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[tetsupeach]

pro hero bakugou x pro hero todoroki x reader

summary - you'd never imagined being best jeanists late night hero would be so tiring.

cws - healer reader, threesome, degradation, praise, light yandere overtones, possessive overtones, bakugou and shouto really don't wanna share reader. dom characters sub reader

a/n - ty to @killerdabi for the request follow them at @daddymaki minors dni

“Really,” you cross your arms. “I can’t pay any special attention to you because you did well in hero school.” You shrug. “I’m a healer and it’s my job to assist everyone equally,” you turn your back to the two boys who’d gotten into a skirmish well after Best Jeanist's working hours. “Give me just a second, alright, and I’ll take care of you.” You tap the spacebar on your laptop, waking it up so you can make a couple notes. 

“We uh,” Bakugou says, his low rasp cutting effectively through the silence, well above the hum of the air conditioning unit. “We had a question for ya.” You look up, they’re both only mostly dressed, hero costumes shredded from the fight with the villain engineered bioweapon. 

“Yes?” 

“We want to know which one of us you like better.” Shouto says bluntly, stepping in front of the blonde. You blink at them in surprise. 

“What?” 

“You heard him.” Bakugou crosses his arms over his broad chest. “We wanna know if ya like me or half n’ half better.” 

“I,” you scramble, none of your healing training had prepared you for this, “I’m not sure I have enough data to make a decision.” 

“That,” Shouto considers, “That we could provide.” 

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“Shhhh,” Shouto breathes, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “So good, takin’ him so well.” You let out a strangled whimper, sitting in between the two pro heroes you’ve never felt smaller, sinking just a little lower on Bakugou’s cock and feeling like you’re being split in half. You’re straddling the blonde, he’s laying down on his bed, huge hands resting on your thighs. 

“So close,” he growls, “Almost got me all the way,” he eyes Shouto angrily, “You gonna help her out or are ya just here to watch me fuck her brains out?” Todoroki rolls his eyes, reaching around your body and rubbing softly at your clit, watching your mouth drop open as you relax against his chest. 

“I wouldn’t give me orders if I were you,” Shouto says coolly, kissing your shoulder as he makes eye contact with Bakugou, “I’d focus on making our sweet girl feel good,” he nips at your neck and you gasp with pain, clenching down hard on Bakugou, who swears violently. “That’s a good boy,” he coos, radiating condescension. 

Bakugou scowls, and swats at him. 

“I’m gonna move,” The blonde warns, and you whimper loudly as he rolls his hips against yours, you bury your face in Shouto’s neck. 

“So good,” He repeats smoothly, still rubbing softly at your puffy clit, feeling the way your thighs are trembling, “Think she’ll be able to walk after this?” He asks, eyes closing in pleasure as he starts to massage your chest with his free hand. “Fuck, these are perfect.” 

“Not if I can help it,” Bakugou grins, pressing down harder on your thighs as he fucks you, pinning you tightly against him. Shouto holds you upright, but your lips part, a hushed moan dropping from your lips as Bakugou bucks up into you, “C’mon,” he grunts, “Take it like ya said you could.” 

“Talked a big game,” Shouto says in your ear, “So sure you could handle both of us, pretty girl, how’s that working out for you?” 

“I,” you manage, hands on Bakugou’s abdomen, attempting to balance. 

“You know what’s at stake here,” Shouto says, still playing with you, cool hand so gentle on the softest part of you, carefully rubbing your clit, “If you fall apart, we own you, sweetheart,” 

“Wantcha to do everythin’ we say,” Bakugou grunts as your eyes start to roll, “No more of this competition shit, you’re ours, our fuckin’ healer, our sweet little set of holes.” 

“Fuck,” you chirp, toes curling, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna,” 

“We’re just getting started,” Shouto kisses your burning cheek again, groping at your chest as you feel his hard cock against your ass. “You said there was no way we could make a mess of you.” 

“Oh,” you lean forward but he catches you, Bakugou smirks, thrusting up cruelly into you, watching you completely lose composure. 

“From where I am, princess,” he spits the last word like it’s an insult, “Pretty sure you’re a fuckin’ mess.”

“Shhhh,” Shouto breathes in your ear, “Be a good girl and take it, and when we’re done, we’ll take care of you.” You warble something unintelligible. “And you’re gonna be a good girl for us,” he kisses your neck softly, mouth cool on your hot skin, “And you’ll cum on his cock, and then  you’re gonna take mine, how does that sound pretty girl.” 

“Don’t wanna hear shit about you from other fuckin’ pros,” Bakugou growls, “Don’t wanna hear you gave ‘em the fuckin’ time of day, you’re goddamn ours now.” You nod pitifully, barely able to stay conscious under their careful ministrations. “You wanna cum?” He snaps and you nod, whimpering. “Whaddya think, bastard, should she get to cum?” 

“Hmmm,” Shouto sighs, slowing his attention to your clit. “Surely not until she’s pleased both of us.”

please rb if you liked it &lt;3

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[thecuriousquest]

SFW Bakugou Sharing Headcanons

Yandere Bakugou x Unwilling Fem!Reader x Kirishima

Warnings: Yandere themes, implied kidnapping

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @writerandstudent

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I would have to say that SFW would be a different situation. He’d share you with Kirishima. Bakugou is still a yandere, so there is a romantic aspect to him by definition. However, the environment he shares you in with Kirishima is not romantic.

Think of Kirishima as your “big brother” in this sense because that’s where the line is drawn. Bakugou makes this very clear from the start.

Bakugou sends you over to Kirishima’s house when he has to do overnight patrols because he doesn’t trust you to be alone. You could literally be the same age, and he wouldn’t give a singular fuck.

Kirishima isn’t allowed to discipline you. If you fuck up while you’re staying with him, you’ll just have to wait until Bakugou comes to get you. 😰

Shark Tooth loves to joke around with you. He’s a laidback guy whom you can feel open with. He makes things easier than Bakugou does. However, he’s still in on the kidnapping, so you’re not 100% relaxed around him.

Red Riot feeds you desserts, something Bakugou almost never does. To make things even better, he doesn’t drug them! Isn’t that great? 😃

All in all, he’s definitely one of the better characters to be shared with. He’s not strict like Best Jeanist, and he wouldn’t be on your ass all the time like Deku.

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[mishy-mashy]

All For One is obsessed with Abilities and taking them. Like a toddler, he's interested in things that are straight-forward, without much effort on his part. We see this when he spares Best Jeanist and his Quirk.

When he finds Quirks he's interested in, he wants them. Like when he "couldn't help" taking Ragdoll's Search. Below are just some examples of AFO wanting Quirks, and being fascinated by them

All for One has this interest in Quirks and taking them because that's the nature of his Quirk. You know who else was like this?

Himiko Toga.

All For One, like Himiko Toga, is driven by desires caused by the nature of his Quirk. They:

● are consumed and driven by desires and interests caused by their Quirks (stealing quirks VS blood)

● have yandere tendencies (AFO is possessive, Toga stabs for blood, yet sees blood as a form of love)

● both want something vital to a person (Quirks VS blood)

All For One's Quirk both gives and takes. But he's more focused on the taking part of it. He wants Quirks for himself. The nature of his Quirk naturally makes him want to possess things, and he literally names it "All For One". All For One person, instead of One For All.

If he focused on giving, history would've been different. But he was born with his Quirk, and as a baby, he's going to be self-centered and only seek for himself, his own convenience, and the world only exists exactly as he views it. That's just how babies are.

That self-centeredness would've combined with his Quirk's desires, evolving the "take" portion of his Quirk to something that drives him.

Himiko Toga, like other kids, likely awakened her Quirk when she was five. That would be why her parents only expressed shock in her like for blood when it showed with the bird; she was a kid at the time, and it was likely their first glimpse of the nature and effect of her Quirk.

All For One had his Quirk at birth. Toga got hers later, and thus would've had time to learn about the world first. Toga didn't completely fuse her Quirk with a baby's natural "I want and need", but there's enough self-centered awareness as a child to still want first.

I want to bring attention to these panels because they're definitely related. Look at the parallels of All For One and Toga.

Toga, after a talk about why and how she loves, because blood is so fascinating,

And Yoichi talking about his brother's way of using his power,

All For One could take, but he could also give. And yet, right before Yoichi narrates this, rather than something like Toga realizes,

All For One's first thought was he had to steal Yoichi back.

Like Toga before having a girls' talk with Ochako, both were only interested in taking for themselves. Giving never crossed their minds.

All For One only gave Quirks to make sure people stayed on his side. So he had pawns.

All For One's obsession with Quirks, and having possessions, only makes Yoichi [One For All] even more attractive: he's both a Quirk, and All For One's "first possession in this world".

All For One is basically like Himiko Toga pre-Ochako-talk, but never learned. He died because he got too greedy to win against Bakugo, but Toga died because she decided to give her everything to save the object of her affection.

(Idk if Toga actually is dead, but that's the current assumption after she says she'll give Ochako all her blood to save her)

All For One and Toga are foils to each other. Goodnight.

#i like the way they explore villains #not just being bad because they should be for the sake of the story #but because something drives them that is “deviant from the norm” and “nails that stick out are hammered down” #even the big bad villain of the story - AFO - is just the same as a high school girl in the end #his quirk makes him want and want and want #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #afo #all for one #ofa #one for all #yoichi shigaraki #himiko toga #spoilers #and toga was similar in that because she loves #she wants blood to be like others she loves #has anyone mentioned their parallels/foil to each other? #or rather toga is a foil to afo #because toga is how we explore quirks impacting desires and interests and the “what if?” to live better #this one excites me #its just so blatantly obvious yet people also dont notice or mention it #(dunno if people mentioned this but if so yasss) #ITS THERE BUT CAN EASILY GO UNNOTICED AT THE SAME TIME #when there has been focus on it SO MANY TIMES FOR BOTH TOGA AND AFO #niceeeee

[yandere-kokeshi]

Hello can I request a Keigo best jeanist and mirkos react to Seeing their S/o getting Brutally killed in front of them? (Seperately)

Yandere Hawks and Mirko reacting to their darlings death

Warnings: violence, killing, mental issues, and a lot of angst; hint a suicide.

A/N: Hi, I don't write Best Jeanist so I decided just to write these two characters.

Sorry if this is short, I was hurried!! :((. Thank you for requesting, stay well.

Hawks / Keigo Takamki:

His body shook with anger and denial.

Anything in his way feels his wrath. His wings shoot out, killing and smashing anything in his way as he jumped onto the villain. Brutely punching them until their face as unrecognizable, his fists and body splattered with red and bruised.

He didn't want to believe you were gone, even though he woke up to you never there — always flying around, almost searching for you, yet, nothing came.

Endeavor, of course, saw the change and showed a rare chance of compassion; a hand on his shoulder for support. But, it was pushed off; his face stoned cold, and his eye's colored black.

Keigo hits rock bottom — after everything, right when he had you and got a true meaning of happiness. He lost you, a true dove that belonged.

He completely changed. He didn't do his smirk, or show off his wings, but rather hid them whenever he was in public. Nor did he sleep, barely getting a few hours, only waking up with dreams of your laughter, smile, and touch; oh God your touch.

Suddenly, the television announced that Hawks was missing, expressing that he wasn't seen.

He was lost. He was missing, rather flew somewhere very high, only bringing your favorite blanket, some clothes, and a flower that you always adored.

The apartment was trashed. His feathers are sprawled everywhere, and trash added into the corner as everything is where you had left it; untouched.

Nobody knows where — or when he'll be back. But, the last thing that is seen by him was, on the fridge a sticky note dated: "Tomorrow, at 8pm."

— "I'm so sorry – why couldn't I save you?"

Mirko / Rumi Usagiyama:

Rage and confusion consume her.

Immediately, she looks at the villain with a look of wrath; tears swelling in the corner of her eyes as she felt her adrenaline course through her body.

Rumi attacks the villain, throwing them around before beating them to a pulp; punching, choking, and hurting them till her hands were covered in thick blood.

She kept screaming "why?" And "how fucking dare you."

When the police show up, ask questions and take her to the hospital for a check-up... she's numb.

She doesn't believe it at first, she tries her hardest to say strong. She does. The only feeling of guilt and anger fills her heart.

When the funeral comes, she's reassuring everyone — but herself. She's letting your friends lean on her, cry on her shoulder as her eyes stunk from crying the night before.

When she comes back home, she breaks down. Sliding against the wall as she breaks everything; punching the wall, pulling at her ears and hair.

She keeps your favorite flowers around the house; decorated in vases with items stilled around the home. She never moves them, but rather admires them with tears rolling down her cheeks.

For the next few days, Rumi stays quiet. She stays in bed, and looks outside while the birds chirped and imaging your voice; touch; that sweet addictive scent of yours.

Slowly, everything loses its motivation for her. She won't bring herself to work, let alone eat, drink, or sleep. Just lay there, in the bed rethinking it.

The memory constantly repeats each minute of her time — your screams, your face, your blood. Everything.

— "It should've been me... why wasn't it me."

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MHA Masterlist

Started: 06/04/2023 or 04/06/2023

Edited: 06/19/2023 or 19/06/2023

Male Readers:

Izuku Midoriya X Quirkless Autistic Male Reader

Denki Kaminari X Shy Male Reader

Katsuki Bakugo X Shy Autistic Male Reader

Shota Aizawa X Male Reader X Hizashi Pt 1

Shota Aizawa X Male Reader X Hizashi Pt 2

Denki Kaminari X Male Reader

Ejiro Kirishima X Autistic Male Reader

Fumikage Tokoyami X Shy Male Reader

Tamaki Amajiki X Male Reader

Shota Aizawa X Quirkless Autistic Male Reader

Hanta Sero X Trans FtM Reader

Hitoshi Shinso x Autistic Neko Male Reader

Correctional Officer Izuku X Male Prisoner Reader

Hawks X Autistic Male Reader

Female Readers:

Shota Aizawa X Autistic Female Reader

Mirko X Female Reader

Bully Midoriya X Female Reader X Victim Bakugo

Hound Dog X Female Reader

Flirty Izuku X POC Mid-sized Female Reader

Hanta Sero X Shy American Female Reader

Izuku X POC Female Reader (Xmas Edition)

Midnight X Female Reader

Villain Izuku X Shy Female Reader

Tenya Iida X Shy Female Reader

Mashirao Ojiro X Tenya's Sister Reader

Bakugo X Skinny Dysphoric Fem Reader X Shoto

Mezo Shoji X Female Mutant Type Reader Pt. 1

Mezo Shoji X Female Mutant Type Reader Pt. 2

Ejiro Kirishima X Shy Female Reader

Yandere Overhaul X Female Reader

Overhaul X Female Reader X Chronostasis

Tomura Shigaraki X Villain Female Reader

Kirishima X Mute Female Reader X Bakugo

Shoto Todoroki X Autistic Female Reader

All Might X Quirkless Autistic Female Reader

Monoma X Blind, Deaf Female Reader X Shinso

Gang Orca X Fem Reader Pt. 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt. 4, Pt. 5, Finale

GN Readers:

Yandere Edgeshot X GN Reader

Best Jeanist X GN Reader

Jiro X GN Reader X Momo

Mezo Shoji X GN Little Reader X Ojiro

Bakugo X Non-binary Reader X Izuku

Asui Tsuyu X Non-binary Reader

Tenya Iida X Non-binary Tourette's Reader

Mina X GN Reader X Ochako Uraraka

Shoto Todoroki X GN Reader

Shouta Aizawa x GN Pro Hero Reader

Character X Character

Alpha Izuku Midoriya X Omega Ejiro Kirishima

Alpha Denki Kaminari X Omega Mezo Shoji

Alpha Hitoshi Shinso X Omega Denki Kaminari

Alpha Denki Kaminari X Omega Koji Koda

Alpha Shoto Todoroki X Omega Hanta Sero

Alpha Ejiro Kirishima X Omega Hitoshi Shinso

Alpha Koji Koda X Omega Mezo Shoji

#fanfic #fanfiction #anime #manga #bnha #mha #quotev #fluff #quirks #x reader #x female reader #x fem!reader #x male reader #male y/n #gender neutral reader #gang orca #izuku #katsuki #eijiro #mina ashido #uraraka ochako #denki kaminari

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MY HERO ACADEMIA | Masterlist 2

Last Updated: August 8th, 2020

| Key: ✿ → SFW | ✦ → NSFW | β → Omegaverse | ⚠︎ → Dark content |

Because of the amount of content created, this had to be split into 2 Masterlists. I hope you understand!

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Kugo Sakamata (Gang Orca)

✿ [HC] Gang Orca Headcanons ✿ || GN reader ||

Mezo Shoji (Tentacole)

β✿ [HC] They’re an omega ✿β || GN Reader ||

Mina Ashido

✿ [HC] Fandoms they were in ✿

Mirio Togata (Lemillion)

β✿ [HC] They're an Omega ✿β || Alpha GN Reader ||

β✿ [HC] Going all out for a Pregnancy Announcement ✿β || GN Alpha Reader ||

Momo Yaoyorozu  (Creati)

✿ [HC] Fandoms they were in ✿

β✿ [HC] Alpha Momo with an omega Partner ✿β || GN Omega Reader ||

Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fatgum)

β✿ [HC] They’re an omega ✿β || GN Reader ||

Tamaki Amajiki (SunEater)

✿ [HC] Parenting Headcanons ✿ || GN Reader ||

✿ [HC] Fandoms they were in ✿

β✿ “The butterflies in my stomach have turned into little feet” ✿β || GN Alpha Reader ||

β✿⚠︎ [HC] They’re an omega ✿β⚠︎ || GN Reader ||

⚠︎ Zombie AU || Tamaki Amajiki ⚠︎

Tenya Iida (Ingenium)

✿ [HC] Dating them in secret ✿ || GN Reader ||

β✿ [HC] They’re an omega ✿β || GN Reader ||

Tomura Shigaraki

✦ [HC] NSFW Headcanons ✦ || GN Reader ||

β [HC]Jealous Omega! Shigaraki β || GN Reader ||

β✿ [HC] They're an Omega ✿β || Alpha GN Reader ||

β⚠︎✦ Teasing Omega Shigaraki while hes in heat ✦⚠︎β || Alpha GN Reader ||

β⚠︎ [HC] Omega Shigaraki being Pregnant ⚠︎β || Alpha GN Reader ||

β✦ Pregnant Omega Shigaraki Smut ✦β || Alpha GN Reader ||

Toshinori Yagi (All Might)

✦ NSFW Alphabet ✦

β✿ [HC] They’re an omega ✿β || GN Reader ||

β✿ [HC] Omega Toshinori pampering Alpha reader ✿β || GN Alpha Reader ||

β✿ “The butterflies in my stomach have turned into little feet” ✿β || GN Alpha Reader ||

β✿ Pregnant Omega EraserMight with Alpha Hero reader ✿β || GN Alpha Reader ||

✿ Eccedentesiast ✿ || GN Reader || Meeting up for your monthly “Date” as you call it, Toshinori asks you what you would use to describe him.

Tsunagu Hakamata (Best Jeanist)

✿ [HC] Pampering Stressed Jeanist ✿ || GN Reader ||

✿ [HC] Reacting to their S/O having a breakdown ✿ || GN Reader ||

β [HC] Denim in Jeanists nest β

β✿ Jeanist in heat with his crush there to help him ✿β || GN Reader ||

β✿ Nesting with Jeanist ✿β || GN Alpha Reader ||

β✿ [HC] Pregnant Omega Jeanist Headcanons ✿β || GN Alpha Reader ||

β✿ Putting a flower crown on Pregnant Jeanist ✿β || GN Alpha Reader ||

β⚠︎ Omega Best Jeanist losing his baby in the fight with AFO  ⚠︎β || GN Alpha Reader ||

Sero Hanata (Cellophane)

β✿ [HC] They’re an omega ✿β || GN Reader ||

Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead)

✿ [HC] Dating them in secret ✿ || GN Reader ||

✿ [HC] Dating a Male Hero Younger than him ✿ || GN Reader ||

β✿ Pregnant Omega EraserMight with Alpha Hero reader ✿β || GN Alpha Reader ||

β✿ [HC] Pregnant Aizawa ✿β || GN Alpha Reader ||

β⚠︎ [HC] They’re an omega ⚠︎β || GN Reader ||

β⚠︎ Nightmares ⚠︎β|| GN Reader ||Teenage Aizawa goes to your house after a nightmare and looks for comfort.

Shoto Todoroki (Shoto)

✿ SFW Alphabet ✿

✿ [HC] Fandoms they were in ✿

β⚠︎ Endeavor not letting Shoto present as Omega ⚠︎β || GN Reader ||

Yugi Aoyama (Can’t stop Twinkling)

✿ [HC] Fandoms they were in ✿

β✿ [HC] They’re an omega ✿β || GN Reader ||

OTHER/RANDOM

Yandere boys + Toga Playlists

The League of villains as Avatar Benders

#Masterlist #my hero academia #toshinori #aizawa #Iida #mha scenarios #mha oneshots #bnha oneshots #bnha scenarios #Gang Orca #Tentacole #mezo shoji #mina ashido #mirio togata #momo yaoyorozu #fatgum #tamaki amakiji #tenya iida #tomura shigaraki #toshinori yagi #All Might #best jeanist #tsunagu hakamata #Cellophane #shota aizawa #eraserhead #todoroki #shoto todoroki #Yugi Aoyama

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Love Hurts (Part 2)

Yandere!Jeanist again except I prefer he didn't hurt or kill people. So he didn't lol. The Erikas are an idea I got from one of the Black Butler musicals that absolutely wrenched me free of every tear I could have possibly shed. Thanks again anon for the ask! :)

The first part has an open ending which I also liked so this isn't necessarily the only possible one :) Angst, positive ending, Yandere

It’s been weeks since Shinya had been taken away by Tsunagu. He was still tied to the bed, his limbs so numb they didn’t even hurt anymore. The blonde had been treating him nothing but well, aside from the involuntary kisses, but even those were kept short and gentle. Shinya thought that if Tsunagu had admitted something sooner, they could have even been a couple. He wouldn’t have suspected anything.

“My little fiber, I brought you rice balls. Please eat something?”

He asked; for a good reason. Shinya hadn’t accepted food in two days and was starting to be really hungry. It wasn’t that Tsunagu had drugged it again since kidnapping the Ninja hero, but it felt so wrong to accept his favorite food now. The Denim Hero sat down by the bed, holding out one of them for the younger one to take a bite. Smiling widely as he did so:

“Oh, I’m so glad. I was beginning to think you were sick. Is it good? I made it as always. Do you want soy sauce?”

“No thank you, Tsu.”

Shinya replied, calmly, as if nothing was wrong. This had worked those past weeks; it was almost scary how normal Tsunagu acted; he wasn’t forceful, wasn’t pushing him at all, always spoke with the same kindness his voice had held since the two of them had met. He seemed content with Shinya just being there, living in his own delusion of being happily married. Shinya wasn’t scared at all which allowed him to think rationally; the other heroes should come soon, probably having a very clear plan ready. Knowing Jeanist’s patterns would give them at least an idea of where the two of them might have disappeared to.

“Tsunagu? Can I ask you something?”

He asked carefully, catching the taller one’s attention:

“Of course, anything.”

“Why didn’t you confess to me? Earlier, I mean. Why did you keep this to yourself?”

It was a question asked in genuine curiosity. Why had the man let himself fall so deep into this pit of obsession and heartache?

“Oh! Oh, that’s easy. You never paid attention to me, the way you did to others.”

Hearing this hurt, but Shinya knew he was right; he had always seen Tsunagu as a friend, and seeing him flirt with others, of any gender no less, must have hurt like hell. Shinya understood that.

“Were you scared to lose me? We could have talked about it. We’ve known each other for so long.”

“I couldn’t live if I lost you, my darling.”

The denim hero replied, his voice sounding full of genuine fear and pain. He stayed silent until Shinya finished eating, then stood up, looking towards the door; like he was waiting. Of course, he knew that somebody would be coming to take away his love. To steal the medicine to a pain he couldn’t handle any longer. Shinya noticed his gaze:

“Tsu. Tsunagu, look at me.”

It was surprising to hear that, but the blonde did; his eyes shining with a strange mix of emotions. The bit of light that was shining in through the pulled-down blinds looked pretty on Shinya’s face, but with each passing day, his tied-up body felt more and more out of place. Tsunagu was trying to push down that feeling but he couldn’t. He went over, laying down, and caressing Shinya’s face, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek, with a sadder expression.

“Are you happy seeing me like this? Unable to move? With no choice?”

Shinya asked, wondering just how deep this delusion Tsunagu had built up was; feeling like it had become more shallow. It was silent for a moment, time ticking by awfully slow, but there was no tension. Just silence and Shinya allowed himself to turn his head after a while:

“Tsu, please answer.”

“I can’t. I don’t want to.”

“Why is that? Because it becomes real when you do? I promise you, we can figure something out.”

The older one’s caresses became more firm, not in a mad way, it wasn’t angry at all, it was desperate. Scared, he was scared:

“I was so happy, having you with me, being able to kiss you. I was happy seeing you all the time but it feels.. wrong now. I want you... I want... I..”

“You are such a clever man, Tsu, you know you will be going to prison right? I can plead for you. If they believe me it’s not Stockholm. I can get you mental help.”

Shinya explained, giving a gentle smile for the first time in weeks, as Tsunagu only listened:

“Wouldn’t you like it if I visited you every day out of my own free will? If I came to see you because I care about you and not because you have me restrained? You haven’t hurt people. You haven’t killed anyone. Tsu, you are not beyond help. You just need to allow yourself to get it.”

“But I kidnapped you. I drugged you and stole you.”

Tsunagu said, and Shinya saw a single tear on the other’s cheek. The atmosphere was weirdly calming, and the gray-haired man continued talking:

“I forgive you for that. You need help, help I can’t give you and I know you’re not going to be happy like this long-term. I will make you a promise if you agree. I promise you will not lose me as a friend. I will not leave you. I will not let you serve more time than the court gives you. But I want you to promise in return to get help. There are good mental facilities, they are not all bad. I will support you.”

“But.. but you won’t love me.”

“Tsu, there are more kinds of love than romantic. I love you as a friend. I care about you so much. I want you to be okay, and I know you are not a bad person. You aren’t, you are a hero. I’ve known you for so long, and you are kind and nice, and talented. I admire you. But you have to prove to everyone that you can be good.”

Tsunagu was about to reply as the door flew open with a crash; seconds before people stormed in; Endeavor and Mirko first, followed by Hawks, all ready to fight and Tsunagu looked at his love with fear in his eyes.

“Don’t attack!!”

Shinya yelled, and the three froze, keeping out anyone still outside the door. One last kiss fell on his lips before Tsunagu got up from the bad, calmly and slowly how he had been taught to in a situation like that. He slowly raised his hands, closing them into fists to signify he wasn’t going to use his quirk on them.

The heroes all looked confused, even more so as Tsunagu began to cry more, with heartwrenching sobs, not resisting at all as Mirko pinned him down. Shinya asked her to be gentle, and Jeanist only moved his hands to free Shinya from the threads holding him trapped against the bed; it hurt to move his limbs after so long, but he could stand with Hawks’ help:

“I will keep my promise, I hope you know that Tsu. I want you to get better. I will just need to see when I can visit you. But I promise you I will come. It might hurt until then, and you might feel like I will not, but I promise you so much that I will.”

The days passed, it was a struggle for Shinya to rush through checkups, assuring the doctors and his colleagues he was fine. It was a struggle to get through psychological checkups and to convince people that his care for Tsunagu was genuine and not a result of trauma. It wasn’t Stockholm, because the feelings were the same as before; he wanted to be the blonde’s friend and wanted him to be happy. He couldn’t love him romantically, but he could platonically. And could and wanted to support him. It took a lot of convincing, especially to Endeavor and Mirko, to be allowed to go see Tsunagu again.

And when it was finally time, he brought a single Erika flower to the prison; Tsunagu looked terrible when Shinya saw him; thin, like he hadn’t eaten, and tired. His mind had probably gotten to him and he surely must have wondered if the younger one would really come.

“Hey. I finally made it. I’m sorry it took so long.”

He spoke gently, watching as the other perked up and came to the cell’s door:

“Shi.. I was-“

He started, but the younger one interrupted him; smiling and handing him the flower:

“I know. I had a hard time trying to be allowed to see you. I brought you a flower. Erikas signify friendship, I thought you might like it as a promise.”

“But flowers wilt..”

“I know they do. But our friendship won’t. Not if you get the help you need. If you promise to try your best to get better. And I make another promise; until your heart feels better, I will not start dating. Not Ryukyu and not anyone. I want you to be comfortable. And I don’t want you to feel like I do anything to hurt you on purpose. So I will wait.”

The blonde stared for a moment, then slowly nodded; he wanted to say Shinya didn’t have to do it but he appreciated it too much for that. His heart throbbed so badly already at the knowledge that the younger one would never reciprocate his romantic feelings.

“It hurts so much.”

“I know, Tsu. That’s why I hope that the facility you’ll be brought to will help. If you make an effort, they will shorten your sentence. I pleaded for that. I went through a psychological check-up, one that deemed me in the right state to make such a statement. It hurts me too to see you in pain like that. But I can’t soothe it by making myself unhappy by faking feelings that aren’t there. But a friendship isn’t worth less than a romance. I hope you know that. You won’t lose my attention. Not again.”

He said, taking the other’s hand through the bars; it was warm, and soft, and comfortable. For a moment they just stood there, calmly, and listening to the noises of other people talking:

“If you want to be a hero again, and regain everyone else’s trust, you will have to work really hard for that. I cannot promise it will be a success. I cannot promise you will be okay. I can only promise you that I will be there but only if you try.”

“What if I won’t be better?”

“I am optimistic. I know you. But if not then we will have to see from there. It’s normal that there won’t be instant improvements, and it’s normal for there to be declines from time to time. I want you to know that so you don’t lose hope. You will need that hope and you can’t give up.”

Shinya spoke, his voice still soft and calm. Tsunagu looked at him, being the one to let go of the short one’s hand:

“What if I tried only for you?”

“Then you still try. I’m sure you will be able to do it for yourself, once you start improving. I just want you to know you’re not alone at all. I know your mind will plague you enough.”

For the rest of the allowed visitation time, the two talked; not always about relevant things, some moments were spent entirely on memories, jokes and plans. Shinya promised to take him skating again. To have movie nights and dinners still. Tsunagu even agreed to try and speak with Ryukyu as well about everything. Once her anger died down.

Months flew by like minutes, and the mental facility Tsunagu stayed at permanently now, after his seven-month-long prison sentence, helped him greatly. Therapy was provided and he could speak freely about his feelings. His obsession and the unbearable pain. He was trying different medications, all safely observed by doctors, and Shinya visited him often. After around three months, other heroes had also started seeing him again. Especially scary was the moment of Gang Orca stomping towards him, causing him to flinch thinking he’d hit him only to be pulled into a tight hug.

“Tsunagu how much of an idiot are you?!”

He had said, but with the explanations and Tsunagu’s attempt at redemption, was more worried than angry. Shinya forgave him after all, so he was willing to do the same. It didn’t change what he did and that certainly wouldn’t be forgotten, but there was room for forgiveness nonetheless.

There was improvement, good improvement, only interrupted by days where Tsunagu felt like dying; pain overwhelming him along with despair of having surrendered without a fight. He was upset those days, angry with himself, and the only talking he did with people was when he asked the staff for some time alone. As alone as they let him be at that point. But overall, the worst thing about this facility was that he couldn’t wear his beloved denim fabric; trapped in ugly uncreative clothes he wanted to pimp with literally anything.

After over a year, he was allowed to return to his own apartment; still needing to serve mandatory therapy sessions, but overall free again. He did a lot of social work during this time, soon retaking leadership of his agency. Many of his sidekicks had left, while others stayed loyal to him albeit with cracked trust.

The pain was also a loyal companion, but now it wasn’t as bad. He wasn’t keeping it hidden to himself. Shinya wasn’t unaware of his feelings. Everyone knew now and everyone supported him when he needed time. It wasn’t jealousy now when Shinya was with Ryukyu, it was something else he couldn’t explain. But he got the other’s attention in equal amounts now, and the platonic aura, the different look Shinya gave him began to feel like something special rather than something bad. They were best friends. They could rely on each other. And fight together and even though he would never wake up to kiss Shinya, he could still wake up laughing with him after falling asleep on the couch during a movie.

But what was even stronger than the pain was the pure happiness of not losing Shinya’s light. He would be able to appreciate the friendship fully, one day, he knew that he could, if he just kept on putting effort into accepting the help that had been long overdue.

And that brought him a spark of peace he’d never felt.

#best jeanist #edgeshot #mha #fanfiction #tsunagu hakamada #shinya kamihara #edgejeanist #bestshot #yandere tsunagu hakamada #yandere best jeanist #angst #good ending #happy ending #ryukyu

[drak3n]

↻ GENERAL RULES

requests are closed; i am always open for suggestions, but if you see that i haven’t responded to your ask then it’s because i don’t feel creative enough to write it.

i always write with fem!reader in mind even if not specified.

i don’t have a set updating schedule, given that i’m a college student with two jobs. i’ll try to post regularly but i can’t guarantee it.

spam likes will get you blocked (5+ likes in a row)!

characters will always be aged up in my 18+ works.

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this blog interacts with and will include dark content in the future. i don’t entertain any kind of discourse about that topic. if you don’t like it, don’t interact. it’s that simple.

i obviously can’t control all people interacting with my posts, but blank & ageless blogs will get blocked, so will minors.

do not interact if you are triggered by/anti: dark content, aging up characters, yandere, dub/noncon, stepcest, physical & emotional abuse, manipulation, gaslighting, babytrapping,… more to be added! i tag my content accordingly, just block the tags you’re uncomfortable with.

↻ WHO I WRITE FOR

JUJUTSU KAISEN: nanami, toji, geto, gojo, choso, shiu, naoya, higuruma, kusakabe, ino, yuji, megumi, yuta

TOKYO REVENGERS: draken, mikey, mitsuya, baji, taiju, hanma, koko, inui, ran, haruchiyo, kakucho, wakasa, south

DEMON SLAYER: sanemi, tengen, obanai, giyuu, kyojuro, genya, akaza, doma

ONE PIECE: luffy, zoro, vinsmoke brothers, ace, sabo, law, eustass kid, killer, shanks, crocodile, mihawk, doflamingo, rosinante, lucci, smoker

ATTACK ON TITAN: levi, erwin, eren, jean, reiner, porco, floch

MY HERO ACADEMIA: bakugo, todoroki, kirishima, kaminari, shinso, shindo, hawks, endeavor, best jeanist, dabi, mr. compress

HAIKYUU: oikawa, iwaizumi, kageyama, kuroo, bokuto, ushijima, terushima, sakusa, miya twins

BLUE LOCK: isagi, kunigami, raichi, baro, itoshi brothers, mikage, nagi, aryu, shidou, noel, oliver, kaiser, karasu

#🖇️.sena’s rules

[depressedexpressed8]

Yandere Mental Hospital

  Yandere pro’s as different roles in an asylum and reader being their favorite little patient. Obedient for everyone except Endeavor and AllMight. Whenever she is in the same room as them, she has to get sedated for acting out or trying to escape. But the others can’t get rid of them because they all agreed to share reader and keep her from leaving them.

Mic is reader’s inpatient case manager

 Zawa is a doctor 

Midnight is an art therapist 

AllMight is a nurse 

Endeavor is a tech on nightshift 

Miriko is night shift nurse

 Hawks is a tech

 Best Jeanist is a nurse 

FatGum is the cook

Tensei is the therapist

(y/n) was a kid who grew up very isolated and neglected, she had to start working from a very young age and it wore her down. It widdled away at her little by little as her hard work went unapreciated. So she stood on the top of a 3-story building, only to be pulled away by a blonde bulky man in scrubs. He-Toshinori- took her to his work place, which he just came from. He had a therapist-Tensei- do an intake for her and got her set up with the nurse on nightshift- Mirko- to get her checked and in bed, where she would be safe.

The next day, (y/n) woke up confused before remembering what happened. she runs out of the room, and into Toshinori, who she met the night before. He sees how frantic and anxious she is and tried to calm her down. It doesn't work very well and he has to call in his coworker, who was about to clockout, Enji. Enji sedates her and (y/n) wakes up to three people scolding Toshinori. one black-haired man, and two blonde-haired men. (The reason she hates AllMight and Endeavor is because she thinks they had a really stupid reaction to her reasonable panic.)

Toshinori explains to the three men that he was concerned that she would hurt herself in her fit of panic. The dirty blonde male is the first to notice her wake. He starts off joking in a laid back way but when (y/n) asks to leave he-Keigo- frowns and softly says that they can't do that unless they are sure that she is safe and since she tried to attempt not even 10 hours ago, they can't release her. reader starts crying, Keigo's words being the cherry on top of her stress sundae. The other blonde man-Hizashi- panics and franticly throws soothing words at her, making her cry more because it was the first time someone tried to comfort her without trying to gain anything. The black haired man-Shouta- is the one to calm everyone down. Explaining that they will let her go as soon as they were sure she was stable enough to not attempt again and that as long as she was good, she wouldn't have anything to worry about.

After a few weeks of being there with no end in sight, (y/n) starts to act up, spending more time drugged out in a room on her own (as far as she knew). The workers (her yanderes) would take turns watching over her while she was too drugged out to struggle. After realizing that she was getting nowhere with lashing out at everyone, and resorts to just the man that brought her there and the man who was the first to drug her. Her hatred of the man-Enji- increased when she met Shouto, his son who was locked up like her. She heard his story, his poor mother stuck in this hospital just like them. And not constantly being on the receiving end of (y/n)'s spite, they found her resistance of the two bulky men kind of funny. The two large men being bullied by the “small frail girl”, unable to fight back against her antics.

[dynamightgod]

The Damage We Cause

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x yandere!reader

Warnings: kidnapping, drugging, revenge, abuse, childhood abuse, mentions of abuse, yandere themes, yandere reader, Katsuki is a dick, abusive behavior, violence, burning

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT I AM AN ADULT AND THIS IS ADULT CONTENT

A/N: I wanna thank @kingkatsuki for inspiring me to write again. If this is well received I might make a part two that's a little longer. For now this is a drabble I cooked up. Enjoy!

Katsuki Bakugou's eyes snapped open just as his alarm began it's annoying buzz. He slammed his fist down, causing the bedside table to shake as he shut the alarm off. He rubbed his eyes, inhaling deeply, before stretching and glaring up at the ceiling. 

Today would be his first day as a hero on his own. He had been a rising star as a sidekick at Best Jeanist's firm and was more than a little excited to finally show the world what he was capable of. 

He brushed his teeth and showered quickly, shoveling down a protein bar and grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge before heading out the door. He paused, just before locking it and stepping into the curb towards the black Mercedes Benz waiting for him in the driveway. Something was tugging at him, in the back of his mind, he felt like he was being watched. But instead of entertaining it further he shrugged, deciding to continue on his way. 

Everyday for the past two years, since he graduated top of his class at UA actually, he always made it a point to go for a jog in the morning. It boosted his moral and got his blood flowing, a nice cold shower at work would have him energized and he'd be ready for the day. It all started with a routine. And Katsuki was not one to fuck with routine. 

So he couldn't understand why this morning felt different, why something felt off to him and he couldn't place his finger on it. He wanted to ignore it, but as he parked his car and got out he couldn't stop his skin from crawling. 

The park looked empty. A couple people here and there, he pulled his hood up and secured his mask before starting an easy pace, hoping the feeling would disappear as he began jogging. 

But the further he ran, the more isolated the area became and he began to second guess himself, turning off his music and cringing at the hairs standing on the back of his neck. He felt his body shifting, his palms warming as he braced for attack. One he was not expecting to come from above. 

Something heavy dropped down onto his shoulders, a rag covering his mouth and nose as he hurtles towards the ground and blackness. 

"Tell ya what? You wanna be mine so bad, I'll leave a mark so noticable noons will ever question who you belong to."  He pushed her face harder into the dirt beneath him. He couldn't stop himself, everything in him was screaming. This is wrong. Heroes don't do this. All Might wouldn't do this. He tightened his grip on the girl's wrist, his knee pressing harder into her lower back.

"Katsu-chan please! Please don't hurt me! I love you!" She sobbed into the dirt as he brought his palm up, sparks crackling as he brought his hand down near her face again.

"Nobody else will ever want you. I don't even want you. You're quirkless! You're nothing! How does it feel to know the only one you belong to will never ever take you!" His eyes rolled and his body shivered with pleasure as her anguished screams filled the air. She tried to kick and move but he held her down, searing his mark into the side of her face. For all eternity. She was his.

Katsuki felt something soft and warm beneath him, though his hands were restrained, he could feel the heavy quirk restraints on his forearms and hands, there was something tight and hard wrapped around his neck as well. He swallowed hard, trying to clear his throat and wincing as it felt like sandpaper due to lack of saliva. 

"You're waking up. 's good." He hears a voice call. It's soft, amused, and feminine. He feels himself relax, she sounds small, she sounds like a woman he could take down easily, just had to wait for the right opportunity. 

He opened his eyes to a dimly lit room. Devoid of furniture save for the bed and a chair by the wall, the only light show from a single bulb swinging in the doorway, covered partially by the small form who occupied said doorway. 

"....what….what the hell? Who are you?" He watched the figure tilt their head to the side, tsking quietly, as if to scold him. 

"You don't remember me Katsuki? After everything you've done?" They stepped into the room, their face still hidden by the shadows. 

"Oh that's right." Their voice dropped with venom. "precious Camie captured your attention. Isn't that right? How could I forget." The person stood at the edge of the bed now. She bent down, her hair falling slightly over her face, she pushed it back, letting Katsuki see her for the first time. He let out an audible gasp. 

"Your face….you…" she smiled bitterly, her eyes boiling with a rage so scalding it made Katsuki flinch. His stomach churned and his mind was screaming but he wasn't sure. He didn't know who she was. But as he got a closer look at her face, he felt his blood run cold. 

A prominent burn mark covered the left side of her face. Unlike Todoroki's it completely covered her left side, the left side of her mouth pulled down into a permemnant scowl, making her smile look more like a grimace. 

"But you and I both know that scars never go away completely. You can cover them up, hide them as best you can. But the ugly truth is that no matter what you do they're there. Beneath the surface " she was taunting him now, laughing humorlessly as he jerked against the restraints. 

"Get comfortable Katsuki. My revenge is just beginning." That sparked his interest. His head bolted up at her words as she began to walk out of the room. "I'm yours forever Katsuki. It's just like you wanted." 

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakusquad #kiribaku #yandere bakugou #my hero #my hero academia #bakugou fanfic #bakugou fanfiction #my hero academia fanfic

[elivancrab]

Tomorrow -Tomura Shigaraki- Intro + Prologue

[Protective Tomura bordering on obsession/Yandere]

The quiet static buzz of the console. The smell of energy drinks and aftershave. The place where they could just exist and be. The sanctity of the backroom. -Ruined, gone, wrong-

All because of those good-for-nothing Heroes.

The story is told from the Third-Person Narrative Voice, with a bit of omniscient Narration thrown in here or there. Since this story is a slow burn AND a deep dive into the world-building of MHA, it does take some time for the Tomura-Love-Plot to kick in, so be warned, though there are clear signs of his presence, involvement and effect on the MC early on, as well as hints to their relationship prior to the events of the first chapter. [Also there is some SOFT!Platonic!Dabi stuff, as well as some mild Bakugou trademarked bully-flirting, before it mellows out into a "Broseidon of the Brocean x Brobi Wan Kenobi"-relationship]

[Also, also, also; I don't have a dedicated beta-reader, so I guess we die like the bitches we are]

[TW; Suicide, Suicidal thoughts]

"Eat shit Shigaraki"

"Yeah, fuck you too. You keep using Best Jeanist and his busted-ass moveset"

"no... you just suck"

His eyes returned to her face, feeling his own breath hitch. He fumbled, didn’t know what to do, knew only that he had this broken feeling when looking at her face illuminated by the light of the TV. 

He didn't hate looking at her dumb face, and it made him mad. 

"Best three outta five?"

She nodded.

-+-+-+-

When she was standing in front of the Blackboard and staring at all the faces of those bright-eyed kids, all she could think about was how she should have prepared herself better for this moment, or how she shouldn’t have come at all.

It was a stupid idea after all. He had been right.

Her scar ached with white-hot fear and bottomless black yearning.

Everything was building up to this; to her last chance.

She had thought that she could do it.

First, it was their curiosity that wafted off of them. It crept up her shoes, tickled her with her classmate's combined anticipation, and made her hesitate.

But as the seconds passed, as she was building up her courage, the curiosity turned to annoyance and judgment and seeped into her skin like cold.

It suffocated her already fragile voice, and with it all the hopes and dreams she dared have.

There was blank horror on her face, and it must have been quite the pitiful sight, for the teacher next to her decided to unburden her after a sigh:

“This is Aharen Ono, joining in late on the principal's request”

-+-+-+-

“Hey kid, that was pretty impressive!”

The voice was… squeaky, but gentle.

She turned around as she wiped the blood from her nose, quickly glancing around and clearly feeling a person nearby oozing off inquisitiveness and awe.

“Down here!” the voice repeated, and the girl's gaze dropped down to a dapper-looking talking plushie.

Anxiety crept in.

She crouched down to meet him eye-to-eye, even though everything in her body was aching and her mind was still raw from what she had done.

“What’s your name?” he asked, beady black eyes looking at her as he raised a squishy paw in a waving gesture.

Being so close, his curiosity neigh to overwhelmed her, almost squeezing her into mush, but the soothing sound and look of him somehow also made her feel at ease.

She could talk like this, even if only in the most quiet of whispers.

“Ren… I’m Aharen”

If it weren’t for his keen animal senses, he probably wouldn’t even been able to hear it.

“I’m Nezu, principal of U.A. High School. Have you applied for the entrance exam?”

She shook her head. Where others have aspired of doing so from kindergarten, she didn’t even consider it ever having been an option.

“Oh, that’s a pity. Ketsubutso Academy or Shiketsu then?”

Nezu watched as she shook her head meekly, her somber expression turning even more so as her bangs dropped down into her eyes.

“Have your parents not allowed it?” he asked, curiosity wavering into disappointment.

She didn’t respond to that at all, seemingly only tensing up which caused Nezu’s eyes to wander away from the teen's face.

Her clothes were in rough shape. The print on her washed-out shirt had seemingly long since disintegrated into ambiguous pixels of color and the jean shorts were far too stressed to be considered fashionably tattered.

She felt the worry bloom in his chest and was ready to bolt.

The girl flinched when he put a paw on her knee, careful to not touch the scrapes.

“Let's do something about it, shall we?”

-+-+-+-

The area was dark, only illuminated by the light of two phones on the ground facing upwards, and a little blue flame in the palm of a hand. There was dust and debris from construction all around and the sound of water dripping on metal beams and flowing down concrete stairs. 

“I’m glad you’re not charging me for this. I’d end up broke” he mumbled while biting down on a belt.

Silver string soaked in velvet red dragged through tense muscle.

“Dammit…!” he cursed as the needle dipped back into the flesh of his arm once more, watching as careful fingers pushed it through to create another stitch. Her grey eyes met his blue ones for a moment and her lips moved and said something that went unheard due to his labored breathing.

“Alright, alright toots! That’s good enough”

He pulled his arm back, examining the neat seam that had reunited healthy and burned skin once again.

“You’re getting far too good at this,” he said and ruffled her pink hair, expecting her hands to reach for his wrist and yank it away with an annoyed look. 

The girl put the used equipment back into the beaten-up first-aid-kit, her eyes trailing through the abandoned building, the look in them far more solemn than he last remembered it.

“I know I’ve been gone for a while, but you couldn’t have missed me that badly, c’mon, not with that friend you hang out with."

His jovial tone didn’t even make her look up at him.

She was teetering on the edge, had been for a while.

He sighed, searched his pocket for something, and mumbled with disdain: “ I heard some bastard ‘borrowed’ you for a job and didn’t even end up paying you… again”

The scarred man didn’t like the look on her face, didn’t like the fact that that single cut on the inside of her wrist was getting thicker and angrier each time he saw it; that it seemingly never healed.

He pulled out a pen, holding it right up to her face and pushed down on the button. Instead of the tip of a pen, out came the small blade of a boxcutter.

“I found that one in Osaka. Pretty ingenious if you ask me. No one’s gonna take a pen from you when they frisk you. You can’t let yourself be pushed around by those twats. If word gets out that you use your quirk for free, you’ll end up in a real shitty place.”

“D̶̛̛͖̂͑̓̆͗̉̑̈́̏̉̽̅̀͂̍͗̕͜͝ạ̴̢̛̲̱̩̦͖̱̞̿͑̎̈́́̾̾͊͂̏̒̌̎̇͆͜ͅb̸̢̨̓͌̊͊̆͠ȉ̶̡̛̘̠͐̄̓̊̾̎͊̚ͅ…” her voice was almost intelligible, her hands gripping the fabric of her shirt so tight that her knuckles turned white.

“I̵’̴m̶ ̵s̵o̶r̵r̸y̷… I’m just so tired”

“I know. You’ve been thinking about it for a while, haven’t you?”

His hand reached for the collar of her shirt, pulling her closer and forcing her glassy eyes to meet his.

“Don’t” he said. It sounded more like a plea than a command.

“Do it tomorrow. If you do it now, it’s over, forever. You can kill yourself at any point in the future, it’ll always be an option. There’s no rush. Just because you don’t do it tonight doesn’t mean you won’t get another chance.”

It was fucked up, but soothing in its own way. And exactly what she needed to hear to make it through one more day.

Sugared words and hope-inspiring speeches were obsolete for people who lived this kind of life, their kind of life, teetering on the edge with every passing step. He felt a cold clump of guilt in his abdomen, feeling gross about asking her to keep going, despite the fact that he had decided long ago to head for the same destination, if only with a few stops before that inevitable end by his own accord. 

She nodded, but he wasn’t sure she’d listened at all.

Tomorrow then.

-+-+-+-

Tomorrow had begun with her tired body strolling through the streets of the city, walking all night after parting ways with one of the tragically few people she’d considered ‘safe’, of whom she had some semblance of comradery and commiseration with.

Walking through the city, through the back-alleys of the back-alleys, and seeing what she had seen so many times before, she felt unsure of whether or not she could keep postponing her release to the next day, and then the next and the next after that.

Rundown shops here, downtrodden and broken people sleeping on cardboard there, a  a poor sod down in a dark corner shoothing up a high into his veins over there, even in the wee hours of the morning.

Not a hero in sight, for there was no glory in sweeping up the bottom of the food chain.

It was getting too much, it was getting too hard.

Many times had she tried to keep her hands clean, many times had she tried to escape this broken hell, but never did she succeed.

If only her mother hadn’t tried to kill her all those years ago. If only her father had a drop of love for her in his heart. If only someone had looked at her and noticed her; seen her when she was cast away, heard her when she called for help, reached out, and saved her when she had asked for it.

She was beyond saving now. Those who could have, never tried, and those that stilled the bleeding of her aching heart were in just as much need of help as herself. 

So when no one does save you, and you then truly  stand in the shadows all by yourself with that miserable hand of cards dealt and no chance in sight to change a thing, you just grit your teeth and throw over the table to change the rules, or forfeit.

Aharen has tried to play the game with her cards, had them scattered times and times again and picked them up and hoped to win. Now she had given up on them entirely and was going through the motions on borrowed time as she wasted her last day away.

She wondered if farewells were in order.

To whom?

D̸̥̞̋͊̍a̶̗̼̓̔̇b̶̞͉͖̅͆̂i̶̝̒, the lady that doesn’t ID her when she needs to crash at her motel, G̵̮͍̣͑̓͝i̴̢͂̈̓̿͒r̸͕̗̍̂̃ä̸̧̖̮͕͖͉͇́̄̓̓͝n̴̛̤͎̼̤̊͋̍̐ ,the noodle-shop-owner who lets her bus tables in exchange for dinner and a place to sleep, K̴̜͝u̵̮͎̫͗̓͆̕r̶̨͈̠̹͔͑͠ỏ̴͙̟͖̥̔ǵ̵͓͜i̵̡̨̤̾̀͆͌̕r̴̡̈́̓̑ͅi̵̺̘͓̠͊͜,, the train-attendant that never checks her non-existent ticket, S̸̹̀̇͛ḧ̴̦̠́̏ͅi̷̛̻̠g̸̹̹̟̓a̷͚͐r̴̟̃̈a̶͇̦͆͐̐k̴̨͈͉̇̿ī̸̻̙̀͜.

S̵͓͂h̷̳̀i̸̼͑g̵̪͝á̷͙ṙ̴̝a̶̠̾k̸̪͠ì̸̥

S̸h̸i̶g̷a̶r̵a̵k̵i̵

She probably wouldn’t have been able to say anything anyway, not with all that white noise that filled her mind with cotton and the ringing in her ears.

But for him she'd always talk, if only just not this last time so as to not seed hurt into a person that had soothed her own. Going silently and without goodbyes would leave room to doubt her passing.

To everyone she'd known she'd just slip through the cracks one final time and leave for the shadowy underbelly of another city like many of her kin and peers did.

Off to greener pastures, one way or another.

It must have been fate that made sure this day wouldn’t be her last.

She didn’t even register that she’d made her way through the crowds all the way to Kanaiga District, notorious for recently having been overrun with criminal activity, until the afternoon rush had died down and she’d found herself coming out of the haze now that there wasn’t so much information drowning out her senses.

She’d frequented the district for jobs in those past few weeks, but why she’d gone there on her last day, not intending on ever needing a job again, she didn’t know.

It must have been fate.

She felt hot white terror sweep through the tight alleys before she heard the voice it belonged to.

“Let go!” a young woman shrieked, followed by aggravated commands for her to shut up.

In another timeline she would have turned on her heel and gone the other direction until that raw fear couldn't reach her anymore. In a better world she would have ran for the main street, been able to summon her voice and call for help with someone actually arriving. And wouldn't it have been for this twist if fate, she simply would have frozen up in place like she'd always done; involuntarily consumed and swept up by the paralyzing terror of the victim until said victim would cease feeling anything. 

However, that day Aharen followed the voice. At first she'd thought it to be a roundabout way of ending things; getting involved in someone else’s business to not have to do it herself. Later she believed those actions to be the last throes of her survival instincts; desperate urges and desires to change anything just for once and regain some semblance of purpose and will to keep her going. 

“There, there ‘luv” he mused “just relax.”

She couldn't quite recall when she had slipped the ‘pen’ out of her pocket. All she knew was that when she went around the corner and was met with the sight of a bulky guy, half-bull half-man, holding a young woman up against the wall by her throat as she thrashed desperately against his grip, she already held the blade in her hand with a fierce grip.

Waves of dread splashed against her, yet instead of incapacitating her, it awakened a deeply seeded sense of exasperation.

She wasn't witnessing the poor woman's fear from the backseat for she knew exactly what it felt like, and something in her just snapped. 

Approaching from the shadows of the alley, Aharen's presence went unnoticed until the very moment she'd sunken the thin blade into the attacker's wrist.

“Sneaky cunt!” he spat as he let go of the woman to backhand Aharen, “mind 'yer business 'ya dang toddler!”

She stumbled backward with a noiseless yelp and fell, scraping her knees against asphalt while something hot and sticky trickled down her lips and chin.

The woman was gone, leaving behind an electric feeling that amplified that broken sensation in her chest that had urged her to get involved in this mess in the first place. It made her muscles tense with anticipation.

Remnants of the guys’ animosity lingered on her cheek for but a moment before that eerie energy devoured it and began buzzing through her body like angry wasps.

“You little…!” cursed the guy under his breath "thinking yourself a hero?", unadulterated rage burning in him like a wildfire, and now that the something rippled within her flesh like a beat, Aharen was feeling that burn too, and not like an observer, not in a second-hand-kind of way like she had felt it all the previous times, but like that rage had been born from herself.

She had never felt like this before, never felt such strength or conviction. Up until this point, all she thought she was good for was reading people's emotions, when she wasn’t busy getting overwhelmed by her quirk in the first place.

Whatever that sensation was, it shot through Aharen with so much force that she felt weightless. Combined with the bull-man’s rage and her own pent-up exasperation over her life, she felt as if she was going to come apart at the seams.

So when the guy lunged for her, and she decided not to dodge, to stand her ground just this once, she thought this would have been the end of her; a tragic high note to end it all.

Her palm hurt from the impact of his fist when she had caught it. All the force from it dissipated the second skin met skin, leaving Aharen standing on her feet, but sending the man-bull tumbling backwards with his hand in the air as if it was on fire. 

The Bull then suddenly folded over with a strained gasp, spitting profanities like they were poison. His face was turning redder with each second as several more veins began popping on his forehead and neck, and before Aharen even had time to react, he screamed into the sky and collapsed onto the concrete, leaving behind utter and complete calm as everything either of them had felt up to this point evaporated into nothingness.

-+-+-+-

“Soo!” chimed in the principal standing atop the teacher's desk “Please welcome your new classmate with open hearts and kind spirits!”

This was a bad idea.

This is honestly my first time dipping my toes into the MHA-FF fandom, and to be frank I'm a bit unsure as to what I'm doing, so I'd really appreciate it if y'all could give me some pointers or share your thoughts!

[Also found on AO3 ]

#mha fanart #mha fanfiction #mha x reader #tomura shiragaki #tomura x reader #tomura shigiraki x reader #shigaraki tomura #oc #Fic'Writing #eventual smut #eventual romance #fluff #slow burn

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

The Magic Book AU

This is an older idea I had that I ended up ranting to @anastasian-dreamer about while not sober.

Okay!! So, instead of it being two brothers it was three siblings. Mugen, Yoichi and Himawari. Himawari was the middle child and the only girl. Like her elder brother she had a power that was very powerful. Possibly one of the most powerful: she had a book that had a card on each page. She could use all these cards like spells, though she could never use the powers except for flight on herself. So while she can perform healing she can’t heal herself.

Himawari was like her brothers in that this Quirk can pass on. Except she needs to pick a blood relative for it to go to. Not that she knew that until she lucked out in meeting someone able to tell powers. Himawari opposed her elder brother with Yoichi, and worked with him to try and save people. She had to run when Yoichi was shoved into a vault, going into hiding where she would have her daughter. She joined back up with the fight and battled with them. Until her death, when her quirk Magic Book was passed to her daughter.

Her daughter fought against Mugen until her own death, where the book passed to her cousin. Yoichi’s eldest. It was here that it became clear what was going on. Mugen, now going by All for One, began to hunt down the family members. Yoichi’s child ended up running to. The Third holder of One for All at the time decided to remove the mention of the third user when speaking to protect them

So the Magic Book passed between hands, and the holders watched the fights carefully. They would step in when needed but never directly… until the newest holder.

A woman named Midoriya Kasumi.

Kasumi had been married, and her name was changed to Tanaka. It is what saved her nephew and sister in law from the fate of her children when AFO came calling. He was badly injured and needed healing. He couldn’t take Magic Book without healing no longer working on him so he threatened Midoriya Kasumi with her family. She hesitantly obeyed, but not fully. She was stalling, and sabotaging her own work. Then she found out he killed them.

So she cast a wicked curse that would bind AFO to his form permanently, and another to stop anymore healing. She RAN when she finished and searched for any family. It was then she found her sister in law and nephew

Little Izuku reminded her of herself, more so when she found he was Quirkless.

 A sign in her family. That the child would hold magic book. She is very aware why her brother never said. Jealousy. She began spending more time with her sister in law and nephew. Then a nasty villain attack. Unknown to her it was spurred by AFO in his rage.

Kasumi ran in to help with the fight though upon seeing Nomu and realizing why. She would be horrifically injured but save the city. As she lay dying she would call Izuku to her. She’d tell him the story and pass him Magic Book.

Notes On This AU:

-Magic Book and One For All users see each other as siblings, and so Kasumi saw All Might as her brother. He saw her that as well, though they only met during her last battle where she DIED. 

-Izuku is now All Might’s nephew. Inko is his sister. He refuses to let people argue. 

-This is a public reveal of OFA and Magic Book cause I am a slut for the idea and I have like half a dozen ideas for it. 

-Hagakure gets OFA in this story. She becomes Izuku’s sister and they are fucking terrifying.

-Because I’m a shit, I decided that Shigaraki has an obsession with Izuku and Hagakure that’s very yandere and creepy. 

-Best Jeanist/Inko is a thing

-All Might/Gang Orca

-We decided Izuku needs Simps for his partners and decided that Kiri/Mina/Izuku will be a thing.

-Also Hagakure/Iida is a thing cause he’s a simp to and the idea of him going gaga for her is fun.

#bnha #bnha au #magic book au