#yandere bnha characters x reader

[thefiery-phoenix]

PLATONIC YANDERE TODOROKI FAMILY HEADCANONS

You are the youngest sibling and they are INSANELY OVERPROTECTIVE of you 

They won't micro chip you and all that shit, but... for your safety, they will insert bugs in almost ALL of your electronics for your safety, of course. They don't want their youngest sibling/child to be in any danger now, do they?

Rei likes braiding your hair and Fuyumi likes dressing you up which by the way, she thinks looks ADORABLE on you 

Natsuo sometimes gives you shoulder massages while eating and Dabi/Touya likes feeding his youngest sibling. The brothers think that you're a delicate precious little angel that needs constant attention or they'd get themselves injured

The whole family loves to SPOIL you to death 

Shoto would be breathing down your neck every second of the day he can; sitting close to you or holding your hand whenever he can

If you're angry about something, say, you didn't win something though you've worked really hard for it? Surprise, surprise! You're now the winner of whatever contest you've recently entered. Someone making fun of you constantly? Bones will be broken and NONE of them will be from YOUR family 

Believe it or not, Endeavor actually has a soft spot for you. He NEVER yelled at you, nor did he ever raise his voice at you, like AT ALL (Lol, I can't believe I'm writing this since I know this ain't gonna be true but put up with me peeps)

When Enji's not around, and you're throwing one of your tantrums, big brother Touya will come to calm you down. And you do. At the sight of his music playlist (Which btw the ENTIRE family has composed ESPECIALLY for you WITHOUT any cuss words. They don't want their baby cussing)

No one cusses while you're around 

However 2 things are off the table for you. One, no hanging out with boys other than your brothers. If you are spotted hanging around them, well... they can say goodbye to a couple of bones and you'll get your favorite things taken away from you by Enji and Rei though it breaks everyone's heart to see you pout and sulk and cry, they have no choice to do it. It's for your OWN good you know and two, NO going ANYWHERE without one of them being there to supervise you. Who knows what sort of trouble you'll get yourself into and after all, the outside world isn't safe for an innocent precious naive angel like you 

One day, you and Touya had gone to a concert since your favorite band had come to town. You guys had left in the morning and returned just before dinner. Enji and Rei were getting anxious about where your brother had taken you for so long. Fuyumi and Natsuo were texting Shotou back and forth about you, but he only told them that they will be returning soon and Shoto was repeatedly calling you but you didn't answer since you put your phone on silent. Since that day, Enji and Rei didn't let you go out for concerts IF you didn't place your phone on silent AND ANOTHER sibling of yours had to be around you the next time you were alone with Touya

Natsuo once saw you cut yourself accidentally while cutting some vegetables. After that you weren't allowed to be in the kitchen while Rei was cooking and BOOM, what a shocker, the ENTIRE FREAKING house was baby proofed as well (good luck)

They might ''accidentally'' hurt you just to keep you 'safe' at home. Why go out where there are SO MANY dangers when your family can protect you from them? Besides, it doesn't matter if you ran to Enji to escape them. Sure he could keep them away from you for some time, but he's a pro hero that's needed in the country every day. So once Enji's out of the house, they'll have to lecture how how being a tattletale isn't good for you

Like I said before, INSANELY POSSESSIVE and OVERPROTECTIVE ASF

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[chaepink]

pathetic sub!yandere boys ♡

pathetic, disgusting yandere boys that can't help but be obsessed with you.

wc: 1k+ words | masterlist | part two

dom!fem!reader, stalking, begging, unhealthy relationship, mention of fucking

note: THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SHORT

Yandere boys are honestly adorable. But not just any regular yandere boys, im talking about pathetic boys that slowly turn possessive and less innocent the more obsessed they are with you.

The ones that stalk you in and out of school as they take pictures of you when you're not looking, even sometimes up your skirt when you're turned around! The ones that offer to help you with everything during school, blushing whenever you thank him and give him a compliment before rushing towards the nearest bathroom to jerk off cause they got hard from the small praise you gave them. how pathetic!

Yandere boys that would try their best to become your best friend, even going long lengths to hang out with you every second you're free.

You were going to go to the carnival with a friend? Suddenly that friend has to cancel on you because they feel sick, not knowing that your yandere added something weird to their lunch.

A friend asked if you wanted to hang with them later and you agreed? Thats weird because now they're not picking up their phone or answering their texts. Well guess who stole their phone and hid it somewhere where they wouldn't find it.

Whenever you're sad, your yandere will buy you loads of snacks and comfort you as best as they can.

Its cute really, how they try so hard to hide their obsession with you from you, even going as far as to anonymously threaten your friends that tell you how weird and creepy they are.

But everytime your friends warn you, you just smile back and them and say that [character] is just super nice to you and thats all.

Your yandere boy is so desperate for you that it's so pathetic yet so cute at the same time.

They think that you have no clue of his intentions or what he's done but little does he know, you actually do.

You know how they stalk you, how they try to separate you from your friends, how they're absolutely obsessed with you.

And so when you come over to their house to work on a class project, you're not surprised to find a big journal that has a heart on the cover with your name on it peeking out from under their bed when you come in their room. Opening it only to find lewd drawings and pictures of you alongside long paragraphs that your yandere wrote.

Reading the paragraphs and how it describes how every desire [character] has with you, even being specific as to say the exact details that would happen with each situation.

The first one you read includes how they want to get fucked by you, describing how they want to be bent over their bed as they cry and sob from the pleasure you give them.

It continues with you making him cum multiple times as you wrap a hand around his neck, leaning towards their ear to whisper degrading praise to him.

You continue reading the rest, watching as his desires turn darker and darker as they become even more specific than before, as if they actually happened before.

But before you could reach the end, your yandere opens the door with some snacks in his hand. Poor him really, cause he would have never expected for you to find out about his obsession with you.

But you're glad you did because now you get to watch as he pauses at the door, dropping the snacks in shock when he sees you with his journal in hand. Watch as his eyes flood with tears as he begins to shake from fear and shock, his face turning red as he tries to choke back a sob. Watch as he stumbles in front of you, landing on his knees as he looks into your eyes to no longer see any love in them but instead something dark that makes him shiver. Maybe it's disgust, maybe it's something entirely else.

They beg you to forget what you just saw, tears flooding down their face. It's just so embarrassing for them that you found out about their obsession with you. You can't help but coo at them as you tilt their head towards you, pressing your foot against the bulge in his pants because of course he couldn't help but get hard in this situation. That's just how pathetic they are, you think its cute though.

Hearing them let out a pitiful whimper as he lays his head on your thigh, pleading you with their eyes. Big cute eyes that try to convince you that he's done nothing wrong.

The situation is no longer about the journal when he starts to let out adorable noises when you continue to grind your foot against his bulge, making him quickly cum in the matter of seconds.

But even though he just came just a few moments ago, the way you call them pathetic with the disgust in your voice makes him hard again as he hump your foot.

They'll let you do anything to them. Dress them up, degrade him, humiliate them, they dont care! They're yours to use.

Secretly, your yandere is grateful that you found the journal under their bed. They actually wanted you to. They wanted you to get disgusted as you read the contents within their journal.

They hoped that you would punish them for how lewd and disgusting they are and they would be so grateful when you actually do.

Make the situations in his journal that he forever dreamed of come true as all he can do is moan and scream your name as you use him like a toy for your pleasure. Make him fall apart underneath you as his body gets littered with bite marks that compliment his body so nicely.

If he's too loud, shut him up with a choker or even better, your panties. The way his eyes would roll back as he cums for the nth time that night. But you're not done with him yet, oh not anytime soon.

You have to punish him for everything that he's ever done to you.

The whole situation is messed up but no matter how obsessed they are with you, you wouldn't ever trade them for the world. After all, they're your yandere.

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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[a-nuisance-called-sam]

Warning: smut, oral sex, pussy eating/cunnilingus, fingering, non con/rape, yandere, somnophilia, bondage, biting, character x reader, forced orgasm, reader has pussy, neither character nor their gender is specified.

Character x reader

Waking up from your sleep you are met with a silhouette of a person between your legs and your hands tied above your head. Their arms gripping onto both your thighs while their head buried between them, busy making out with your pussy, sucking and licking on it like their life depends on it. A scared and strangled cry leaves you at the sight of what's happening, causing the person to stop and look up at you; mischief and lust dancing on their face. Keeping eye contact, they slowly bite the insides of your thigh, sucking on it gently. Panicked, you wiggle and try to move away from them, only for them to pull you back in and hold you down in place. Going back to gliding their tongue on your clit ever so slow and gently, teasing you all the while staring into your fearful eyes, like a predator with its prey. Closing their eyes they shift their focus back to your pussy. Moving their face a little lower, their tongue starts to play with your hole, the wet muscle lapping at your essence and slithering it's way into your tight little hole. They remove one hand from your thigh and bring them to play with your clit again. Lightly pinching and rubbing at it, making you breathe heavily. You didn't wanna give into the pleasure that you were receiving against your will but your body wasn't agreeing with that. Soon at every swipe of their tongue and finger over your clit and clenching hole, a moan of pleasure would escape you. No matter how much you wanted to control them, they just came out louder. The person switched the placement of their tongue with their hands and vice versa. Now their tongue was sucking and licking over your clit once again but only this time with more force. While the hand took care of your clenching hole. With how wet you already were, they easily slipped two fingers in and started fucking your hole. You bite your lips to stop the moans but it turned out to be futile as the person worked wonders with their tongue and fingers. But just listening to you moan was not enough for them; they wanted to hear you scream in pleasure and come undone in their mouth. So with that goal set in mind, they added another finger to your hole and started to fuck you hard on their fingers. Driving them knuckle deep into you and slightly curly them upwards to hit your spot. "Be good and cum for me darling." They tell you as their tongue and fingers work to give you the world shattering orgasm of your life. Your vision goes black as you arch your back during the orgasm. The person between your legs drinks up all that you give with great joy. Your essence drips down from their chin as they raise their head and finally let go of your legs. Your eyelids grow heavier by the second due to exhaustion but right before you pass out, you hear them say something; something that makes your blood run cold.

"You're forever mine now. "

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[temptacioun]

† noncon ; somnophilia / noncon, mentions of drugs, oral (f. and m. receiving)

the bed creaks softly under his slow movements, the mattress sinking under his weight as he approaches your pretty passed out form. he’s not worried ; it was pretty easy to spike your drink, you were too focused on the conversation before to notice. that had been your first mistake, but he couldn’t complain.

for a moment he just sits and stares, eyes trailing down the glimpses of naked skin and his pants are suddenly much too tight. he leans forward, fingers twitching ; itching to touch and grope. and so he does. his fingers find solace in cupping your tits through the skimpy dress you decided to wear that night, a soft moan leaving his lips at the feeling. much better than he’d imagined all those lonely times.

he shifts, to lie down next to you with a soft smile on his lips — how pretty you are. he could see your eyes twitching behind closed lids, were you dreaming? oh, he hoped you were dreaming of him, too. like he always dreamt of you. he can’t help himself when he leans in, your lips are too inviting to pass up on.

he’s careful at first, pushing his lips against yours before his tongue swipes over your bottom lip and he could taste the faint remnants of your cherry gloss. he moves again, ontop of you this time with a hand squishing your cheeks together and forcing your lips to part to receive his eager tongue. he can’t help but moan against your lips, his free hand leaving your breast in favor of trailing down your body — lower, and lower. teasing the hem of your dress and grabbing the fat of your thigh and spreading your legs with ease.

he liked you like this, so compliant and soft. he pulls back to settle between your thighs, eyes trained on the pretty red lace there. his hands tremble with excitement, so careful when he reaches out to peel the garment down your thighs and his breath hitches in his throat when he notices how it sticks to your already drenched pussy.

he’d told himself he would be slow, that he’d enjoy himself and take his time ; but you were too tempting. he almost topples over, bracing his palms against your thighs and his nose bumps into your clit, tongue flat against your cunt and he was salivating at the taste. the soft little whimpers and gasps that fell from your lips were like music to his ears. he reaches higher, tongue flicking against your clit while his fingers inch closer towards your cunt — mesmerized by how easy your wet heat swallowed his fingers, practically sucking them in and he moans into your pretty pussy.

his cock strains against his sweatpants but he couldn’t care less about himself at the moment, so engrossed in your sweet scent ; he swore he was getting high off it. would get lost in your taste and he doesn’t even know how long he’s spent between your thighs already when he finally lifts his head for a breather.

he swears his eyes almost fall out of his head when he sees your face. your eyebrows cinched together, lips slick with drool and so soft, so plush. he chokes on his own spit at the sight. there’s a moment of silence, only your soft breathing could be heard before he shuffles himself off the bed to stand next to it instead. his hands fall down to pull the strings of his sweatpants and free his cock.

his hand falls down, thumb and index finger grasping your chin and turning your head to face him instead. he thumbs at your bottom lip, pulling it down before he squishes your cheeks together once more. his free hand wraps around the base of his cock while he pushes against your pretty plush lips, smearing precum all over and he sucks in a sharp breath at the sight.

he still can’t believe how easy it all was, pushing his cock past your plump lips and he releases a breath he was holding ; hand slipping to the back of your head and curl his fingers into your soft locks to guide you further down his length. he could hear your breath stuttering, your throat protesting around his cock but he doesn’t care. he can’t hold back anymore.

his pace quickens, grunting and groaning ; hips stuttering and it’s almost embarrassing how quickly he finishes down your throat. how sad, he’d hoped he would’ve lasted a little longer, but he can’t complain with how soft your throat felt. his lips twitch up into a small smile when he pulls away and tucks his cock back into his pants. his thumb swipes over your bottom lip, collecting some of his spilled cum and smearing it over your lips.

there was cum on your face, a soiled wet patch on the mattress beneath your thighs — he couldn’t wait to see your face in the morning.

#yandere bnha #yandere mha #yandere my hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk #imagine your favorite character #yandere x reader

[sooniebby]

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

All are for bottom male reader!

𝗔𝗡𝗜𝗠𝗘/𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗔

𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀

𝗕𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼 𝗞𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶

→ Something with the moonlight

Katsuki finds a mermaid that wants to fuck. (NSFW, breeding, creampie, reader has a cunt in human form, use of pussy/cunt, weird mermaid butthole)

𝗜𝗶𝗱𝗮 𝗧𝗲𝗻𝘆𝗮

→ Punishment

Iida has enough of your attitude. (Smut Drabble, size kink, hair pulling, brat taming, spanking)

𝗞𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝗗𝗲𝗻𝗸𝗶

→ Two is better than one

Denki and Shoto find out you’ve been fucking them both. (NSFW, Degradation, spanking)

𝗠𝗶𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘆𝗮 𝗜𝘇𝘂𝗸𝘂

→ Best friend’s big brother

Izuku realizes he must act to get what he wants. (NSFW, breeding/creampie)

→ Virgin Sweater

m!reader who cross dresses and gets caught by Izuku. (NSFW, creampie)

𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗼 𝗛𝗶𝘁𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗶

→ First Time

First time with Hitoshi’s big dick. (NSFW, size kink, creampie)

→ For me?

Yandere Hitoshi. He wants you so bad… (Smut Drabble, size kink, a/b/o, creampie, breeding, semi-public sex)

𝗧𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗶 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗼

→ Two is better than one

Denki and Shoto find out you’ve been fucking them both. (NSFW, Degradation, spanking)

𝐂𝐒𝐌

𝗕𝗲𝗮𝗺

→ Can we make a family?

Beam wants to make a family with you <3. (NSFW, somno, breeding)

𝗗𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗶

→ Never had sex before?!

Cringy idiots have sex for the first time. (NSFW, creampie)

→ Belong only to me, please

Yandere Denji who needs you and only you. (NSFW, creampie, feminization)

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭

𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗲 / 𝗧𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝗮

→ Helping out your boss

His rut is coming and being a good assistant, you help out. (Smut Drabble, trans m reader, semi public sex, creampie, breeding, use of cunt and pussy)

𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮

𝗞𝗲𝗻𝗺𝗮 𝗞𝗼𝘇𝘂𝗺𝗲

→ Jealousy

Kenma comes to terms with his feelings for you. (SFW)

𝗞𝘂𝗿𝗼𝗼 𝗧𝗲𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗼

→ Dummy

Being an idiot, Kuroo just loves to see you so stupid. (NSFW, creampie)

𝗢𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘄𝗮 𝗧𝗼𝗿𝘂

→ Office breeding

Being such a cute hybrid, how could he ignore you? (NSFW, creampie, breeding, size kink)

𝗦𝗮𝗸𝘂𝘀𝗮 𝗞𝗶𝘆𝗼𝗼𝗺𝗶

→ Are you stupid?

Sakusa’s fans found out about you. (SFW)

𝗦𝘂𝗴𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗞𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗶

→ Turned on

You get horny after sugawara’s game. (NSFW, creampie)

𝗧𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗮 𝗞𝗲𝗶

→ Yakuza Boyfriend

Your looks cause some fear in Karasuno. (SFW)

𝗨𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗷𝗶𝗺𝗮 𝗪𝗮𝗸𝗮𝘁𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗶

→ Lucky charm

His perfect lucky charm… he just has to give you some praise. (Smut Drabble, size kink, light choking, semi-public sex)

𝐉𝐉𝐊

𝗙𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗼 𝗧𝗼𝗷𝗶

→ Babysitter

You’re Megumi’s babysitter… (NSFW, ftm reader, breeding, manhandling, size kink, creampie, slight feminization)

𝗚𝗲𝘁𝗼 𝗦𝘂𝗴𝘂𝗿𝘂

→ You piss me off

Alpha Geto wants to show you how it feels to be an omega. (NSFW, a/b/o, creampie)

𝗚𝗼𝗷𝗼 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂

→ First time?

Gojo finds out that you were masturbating to him. (Smut Drabble, creampie, spanking, lit size kink)

→ Congrats!

You win a call to your favorite camboy!! Only to find out you’re his first ever male winner. Pt. 1. (NSFW, praise, dirty talk)

→ Tell me you’re mine

Gojo keeps going after you, and you can’t seem to say no to him. Pt. 2. (NSFW, praise, creampie, size kink, rough sex)

𝗡𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗶 𝗞𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗼

→ Overtime

Overtime leads to creampies. (Smut Drabble, creampie, office sex, sir kink, trans m reader)

→ Ditzy Brat

Nanami gives you the perfect birthday present (NSFW, brat taming, creampie, impact play, trans m reader)

𝗦𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗮 𝗥𝘆𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻

→ Shrine Keeper

You’re now Sukuna’s shrine keeper. (NSFW, trans m reader, double penetration, breast play, creampie, dom/sub)

𝗭𝗲𝗻’𝗶𝗻 𝗡𝗮𝗼𝘆𝗮

→ My husband

Naoya finally treats you like a lover. (Smut Drabble, creampie, degradation, use of cunt, trans m reader)

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬

𝗟𝗲𝗼𝗻 𝗞𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗱𝘆

→ Learn the hard way

You’re Ashley’s big brother and soon realize you should’ve left the rescue to the pros. (Sfw)

𝗘𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗿

→ Bathroom stall

First time in a movie theatre bathroom 🫶🏼 (Smut Drabble, creampie, spanking, semi public sex)

𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝗖𝗵𝗼𝗶 𝗬𝘂𝗯𝗶𝗻

→ First Meet

Day he meet you… got a boner <3 (nsfw)

→ Shower Job

You’re so dumb… but so cute (nsfw, dumbification, degradation)

→ Boob Job

Getting used as a toy <3 (NSFW, dumbification, degradation, feminization, praise)

→ My housewife <;3

Wearing a apron, just for him. (NSFW, dumbification, feminization, praise)

→ On the Nurse’s bed

Yubin takes care of your little booboo <3 (NSFW, feminization, lite degradation)

→ Big titty hyung (fan work)

Written by @flurrina

𝗙𝗮 𝗬𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗻

→ First meet

The lost of someone great led to the love of your life. (NSFW, light nipple play, anal fingering, rimming)

𝗠𝗶𝘇𝘂𝗻𝗼 𝗞𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗶

Posts coming soon…

→ Prelude

𝗠𝗼𝗼𝗻 “𝗝𝗮𝗲” 𝗘𝘂𝗻-𝗝𝗮𝗲

Posts coming soon…

→ Prelude

→ Drunk (fan work)

Written by @sauvhffp

𝗧𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝗬𝘂𝘁𝗮

Posts coming soon…

→ Prelude

𝗪𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗯𝗲 𝗥𝗶𝗸𝗶

→ First meet

A mating chase, just for you. (NSFW, a/b/o)

→ Our first night

Your first night together. A kiss…? How about a dildo? (NSFW, a/b/o, phone sex)

→ Breeding time (non canon)

Non canon to original plot. Your heat leads to some nice breeding. (NSFW, a/b/o, breeding, biting, creampie)

Will be having a revamp…

𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗰𝘂𝘀 “𝗠𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘆” 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝘀𝗼𝗻

→ The Real Top

Marcus has to let people know, mainly you, that he isn’t some bottom (NSFW, praise, voyeurism, semi-public sex)

𝗩𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗬𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗮

Posts coming soon…

→ Prelude

𝗫𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗲𝗿 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴

→ Discovery

You learn a random guy in your class is.. very interested in you… (NSFW)

→ Caught Red-Handed

Xavier knows you’re little secret (NSFW)

All OC stories are connected to a linear story unless stated otherwise.

Twt links for OCs :3

Non canon — written by me

Fan work — written by someone else

#bottom male reader #x male reader #original character #bnha x male reader #csm x male reader #haikyuu x male reader #jjk x male reader #genshin impact x male reader #uke male reader #male reader #x male reader smut #yandere x male reader

[bakubunny]

*insert sound effect of bell ringing as i skip into bunny’s bakery*

HAPPY 2.5k HUN! well deserved! :3

I’d like to order two slices of pie. pretty please.

1. bnha, izuku, lemon meringue

2. jjk, megumi, blueberry

i have no specifications, surprise me. i’ll eat anything you serve <333

hi starr!! okay so, in truth, i put yours off a bit because between us and our moots, a lot of izu has been written. i wanted to discuss something i hadn’t before, and it took me a while to get an idea i liked. megumi on the other hand… i feel as though i don’t know him well, but i’ll give it a shot. i hope you enjoy and that you feel better soon, love! thanks so much. i’m glad you’re here. <3

tw: dark content (megumi), yandere behavior

name: midoriya izuku

order: lemon meringue pie

lemon meringue: the first time pro bf!izuku overheard you getting off, his knees almost buckled. it doesn’t matter how long you’ve been together, your pretty mewls behind closed doors made his cheeks hot and his heart swell. he had to stop himself from busting in the room immediately; he didn’t want to freak you out or make you think he’d overheard you intentionally. but hearing the sweet, breathless coos of his name when he wasn’t even in the room made him tremble. he was confident he’d fallen in love with you all over again. whether or not he decides to knock gently and give you what you’re craving or listen quietly, i’ll let you decide.

name: fushiguro megumi

order: blueberry pie

blueberry: yandere!megumi is a silently obsessive type. dreams about keeping you all to himself, locked up in his basement, but he knows better than to try that. he knows more about you than he should, and somehow obtained a lock of your hair that he has stored neatly for safe keeping. you knew each other in high school when his obsession started. it’s lasted several years past graduation, and even though you work independently from each other for the most part, he keeps up on every detail of your life. he has to act as though everything you’re telling him is new information when you have coffee and catch up or work together on something.

bunny’s bakery (closed)

#bunny’s 2.5k celebration #aged up characters #x reader #jjk #megumi fushiguro #jjk x reader #jjk x you #tw dark content #tw yandere #midoriya izuku #bnha #bnha smut #mha #mha smut #midoriya smut #bnha x reader

[ghostsy]

Forever Hold Your Peace

WARNINGS: yandere, mentions of death, mentions of murder, non-consensual implications, implied kidnapping, hand kink if you squint

A/N: another quick short drabble, pls enjoy a deranged lil wedding crasher dabi.

read at your own discretion.

yandere ! DABI X READER

“Give me one good reason not to kill you.”

She’d never known blue to be such an angry color, but even glowing with barely contained rage, she couldn’t help but find his eyes beautiful. 

“I can’t.” 

It was growing all around them now, ice-colored fire licking at the tattered remains of her white dress. Still, she thought the heat was less threatening than warm. 

Her answer seemed to physically wound him, the soft tremble in his brow almost begging her to say something. Something to justify whatever confusing ugly thing he felt finally standing in front of her after all these years. Something that would let him sleep at night if he were to burn her bones to ash that moment, give into that cruel voice in his fractured mind demanding he destroy any and every memory that had ever made him feel something. 

“You broke your promise.”

“I wasn’t aware there were promises to keep with corpses.” There she was, that quick wit he remembered her for, loved her for, once upon a time. Even with his hand at her throat, even with the blood of the man she’d just sworn to love until death–another corpse, whose promise had quickly been fulfilled–even with his blood smeared across her cheek, she still stood tall, dignified.

“Is that what I am to you?” He breathed, thumb tracing the curve of her jaw, fingers flexing at the feel of her racing pulse under her neck, “A corpse?” It was a silly question; the patchwork wounds stapled to his rotting skin suggested he was anything but a real, living, man. If he thought about it, he really hadn’t been living for quite some time.

“No, I suppose not,” Her voice was shaky, and he couldn’t tell if the mascara-stained tears wetting her cheeks were for the mass of burning bodies behind them or for him, “More of a ghost.”

The corner of his lips quirked up, huffing a short, bitter laugh, “A ghost,” He pondered for a moment, “I like it,” His other hand made its way up from her hip, brushing at the underside of her clothed breasts, “Here I am haunting you, after all.”

“I think,” Her hands balled into fists, but he made note as they stayed trembling at her sides, “That you’re here haunting us both.”

“I guess you’re right,” His eyes fell to scan her singed gown, “In another life,” Ignoring the clenching of her jaw, he continued, “You’d have worn that dress for me.”

She swallowed, “In another life,” Her eyes left his now, sweeping the mutilated remains littering the pews, “You’d have loved me enough.”

All of a sudden he tore himself from her as if she’d burned him, “Loved you enough?” An incredulous laugh as his arm stretched out to the scene behind them, “What the fuck is all this if it isn’t enough?” 

“It’s really so devastating,” She sighed out a name that was once his, and he was surprised at the weight one word could leave on his heart, “That you would consider this love.” But his anger had returned full force, and he thought maybe now he’d be able to kill her.

“Did you love him?” 

Here it was, the answer that would seal her fate. He could do it if she said what he knew she’d say. He would do it.

“No,” His heart skipped a beat, “I do love him.” And all at once, the mangled coal in his chest crumbled to ash. Do it. You said you’d do it. Do it, you fucking coward.

No, he needed more. His fingers twitched at his sides, sparks of blue igniting and snuffing out in nervous repetition. Just one more thing, and he could do it. 

“You can’t keep a promise to a corpse,” He spat, “But you can love one?” He stepped closer to her, glowing eyes narrowed, staring down at her.

“Not any more or less than one can love a ghost, I’d imagine.”

His hands flew back to her throat, and he wrenched her face up to meet his, “And do you?” His voice fell to a raspy whisper, and he couldn’t tell if it was out of fury or desperation, “Love a ghost?”

“I don’t want to,” And again more tears welled and fell, “I really didn’t want to.”

“That’s not what I asked.” His words were shaking with anticipation, fingers trembling as they cradled her cheeks.

“Does it matter?” She sniffed, eyes flickering to the carnage, “I shouldn’t. Especially now, I shouldn’t,” There was a wrinkle in her brow that betrayed her self-disgust, “I never should have.”

He swallowed, gaze catching on her lips, “But you do.” He’d meant it to come out as a question, but there was a sort of finality in his words. She makes you weak. Kill her. Do it. Now. Do it now. Shut up.

She tried to pull away from him, but he held her face firmly, “No matter where I go,” The turn of her voice was bitter, “You haunt me.”

A soft, manic laugh, “I think,” He leaned down, lips brushing hers, “We’ve both been haunting each other.” And after a month-long moment he surged forward, crashing his mouth against her own, tongue swallowing the strangled yelp that died in her throat.

He stepped forward as she stumbled back from the force, and her fingers flew to grip at his wrists in an attempt to stabilize herself, nails digging into the ruined skin. His leg steadied between both of hers, the bones in his patchwork hands straining as they pulled her into him, as if he were trying to make her body melt into his; make him whole.

Finally she ripped herself from him, stumbling, and wiped furiously at her lips, “I don’t want you,” Her voice was hoarse as she caught her breath, “Nothing else matters, because I don’t want you.”

It was like someone had poured ice water in his veins, and he’d come to the terrifying conclusion that it didn’t matter what she said or did; she could tell him she wanted him dead, and he’d still find an excuse to keep her here with him. 

“I don’t care,” A breathless confession.

After years without, he hadn’t realized just how starved the idea of letting her go would make him feel. He intended for his flames to swallow her whole when he'd found her again, but there was an entirely more appetizing option. He’d starved himself long enough.

The tapestries along the walls had caught fire, and the light shone through the stained glass windows, casting a blue tint across her skin. Like it was marking her as his. His hand shot out to wrap around her wrist when she tried to turn away, and he yanked her back to him.

“Nothing else matters, because I don’t care.”

She tried and failed to pull her arm from his bruising grip, feet sliding as she used her full weight, “Kill me, then,” She choked on a sob, “Why don’t you just kill me, then?”

He stared at her a long moment as she struggled, streaks of ruined makeup painting her cheeks, that once angel-white gown stained black with ash, a gloss in her eyes he could only describe as heartbreak, and he couldn’t help but think that she’d never looked so beautiful.

“I can’t.”

#yandere dabi #yandere bnha #yandere mha #yandere todoroki touya #yandere dabi x reader #yandere touya #yandere todoroki touya x reader #yandere todoroki toya #yandere toya #yandere my hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere x reader #yandere x you #dabi is just such a beautifully tragic character and yes i will exploit it

[winxanity-ii]

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BOOM!

The world swam back into focus, a sickening wave of nausea rolling through you.  Your throat rasped, a metallic tang heavy in your mouth. Blinking away blurry spots, the world swayed violently around you. There was a dull throb behind your eyes, and a chilling, empty space where your memories should have been with each sluggish heartbeat.

Fear, raw and primal, gnawed at your insides. Where were you? Everything felt...wrong.

BOOM!

Another thunderclap, followed by a blinding flash of lightning, illuminated the room for a split second. Each crackle of electricity sent a jolt of pain through you, a strange disconnect between the storm outside and the ache in your body.

Disoriented, you tried to sit up, only to find your limbs heavy and unresponsive. Groaning, you forced your eyes back open, expecting the sterile white of a hospital room. But instead, you were met with a riot of bubblegum pink and frilly decorations.

Trying to focus, you pushed yourself off the plush bed, tiny legs unsteady and weak on the plush carpet. Drawn by an instinct you didn't understand, you stumbled towards a small, ornate vanity tucked away in a corner.

BOOM!

Another flash illuminated the room, and for a fleeting moment, you caught sight of yourself in the mirror. A face stared back, long, coily red-tinged auburn hair, framed a face unfamiliar and innocent. Light brown skin stretched taut across unfamiliar cheekbones.

However, it was your eyes that truly terrified you.

Golden irises stared back, hypnotic in the flickering light. But it was the crimson rings within them, swirling like miniature storms, that sent a cold dread spiraling down your spine. These eyes, alien and unsettling, were the only familiar thing in this sea of confusion. Where are you? Why did everything feel so wrong?

BOOM!

Tears welled up, blurring the vibrant clash of pink and lightning in the reflection. But even the tears felt alien—a betrayal of a body you didn't recognize. You were adrift in a sea of your own flesh, a puppet with severed strings. No memories, no identity, just a throbbing head, a strange pain in your body, and fear—a cold, suffocating fear that had no name.

Collapsing onto the plush carpet, you reached for the cool vanity for some semblance of comfort. But instead of finding solace, your hand brushed against a soft, frilly nightgown, another alien entity on your unfamiliar skin.

You were lost, a terrified child in a body that felt wrong, with eyes that held a secret you desperately wanted to remember. A frantic voice cut through the cacophony of fear in your head. "Sweetheart, are you alright?"

An instinct you didn't understand made you shrink back.

The voice belonged to a woman who rushed to your side, her brow furrowed in worry. Her face, etched with lines of concern, was unfamiliar, yet there was a warmth in her eyes that practically swallowed you whole—you were a star in her desolate sky.

You wanted to ask who she was, who you were, but the moment you tried to form a question, a searing pain lanced through your head. It was easier, for now, to just let the confusion wash over you.

"Come to Mommy~" she reached out, her voice gentle but laced with urgency.

The woman—your apparent mother—sighed, her worry deepening. "Oh, sweetie, you must have been scared with that awful storm. Were you having another bad dream?"

Another dream? The term triggered a flicker of unease.  Dreams?  What dreams?

You clenched your fists, the throbbing in your head intensifying with every attempt to pull a memory from the void.

Nothing.

Frustration welled within you, a surge of anger replacing the fear. "I... I don't remember," you admitted, the words falling flat in the face of your growing anxiety.

Your mother, whoever she was, wrapped her arms around you, a gesture that felt foreign yet strangely comforting.  You didn't know how to react, your body stiff and unyielding in her embrace.

"It's alright, Y/N~" she soothed, her voice tinged with sadness. "Now come on, let's get you cleaned up and ready for breakfast."

The word "Y/N" hung in the air, a name that felt foreign on your tongue—a borrowed coat ill-fitting your shoulders.

As your short and chubby mother, led you away from the unsettling reflection in the mirror, you stole a glance at her. Her burnt orange hair, once vibrant and full of life, was now streaked with silver, a testament to the years that had passed. The curls, once perpetually escaping from any attempt at control, were now pulled back in a loose, lopsided bun, seemed to vibrate with nervous energy.

Her honey-tan skin was dusted with a constellation of dark freckles across the bridge of her nose—boring the etchings of time in the form of wrinkles crinkling around her warm, honey-colored eyes.  Even now, a flicker of worry, a worry that seemed to have become a permanent resident, danced within their depths.

Her name, you vaguely recalled from the panicked jumble in your head, was Mei.

The house itself mirrored Mei—functional, lacking any personal touches.  It spoke of a life lived by routine, devoid of the chaos you once thrived in.  The lack of toys or childish decorations was another jarring note.  Here, in this world of beige walls and muted tones, quirks weren't a topic of conversation, a stark difference from the hero-worshipped society you once manipulated.  Here, it seemed, you were utterly ordinary.

Breakfast was a quiet affair.  Your 'father'—Wino, a stoic man with a perpetual peppered five o'clock shadow—presented a stark contrast.

Tall and lanky, he grunted a greeting before disappearing behind a newspaper. His electric green eyes, usually crinkled at the corners from a lifetime of suppressed smiles, were hidden behind thick wire-rimmed glasses. His hair, once a vibrant auburn, had surrendered to the relentless march of time, turning a stark white that seemed to hold the secrets of countless unspoken words; both he and your mother appeared older than their mid-forties.

As Mei fussed over you, you picked at your food—the unfamiliar taste of fluffy pancakes, a bland echo of the delicacies you once indulged in.

Mei, oblivious to the storm brewing within you, hummed along to a children's show playing on the TV. It depicted brightly colored superheroes battling a giant, fire-breathing lizard. You watched the scene detachedly; it was both whimsical and confusing.

"Welcome back, young heroes-in-training! Today, we're going to learn all about quirks—those amazing abilities that make our world so unique!"

A flurry of images flashed across the screen: a boy with stretchy limbs, a girl who could manipulate fire, a man who could zoom through the air.  Your brow furrowed in concentration.  This was unlike anything you'd ever known.

"Quirks can be anything from super strength to creating illusions!" the cheerful announcer continued, "It's what makes our society so exciting!"

The show droned on, explaining quirk training, hero schools, and the intricate classifications of these bizarre abilities.  You listened intently, a spark of curiosity igniting within you.

What the hell are these "quirks" they kept droning on about?

Suddenly, a booming voice jolted you from your thoughts.

"Mei, change the channel. Not much point in letting her watch that mess. She won't be developing any quirks soon," Wino sighed behind his newspaper, lowering it down with a grimace. "No use in getting her hopes up."

Your mother bit her lip, a flicker of sadness crossing her features. "But she's only five," she began, her voice tinged with defiance, "we don't know if she's actually quirkless, there's always a chance..." Her words trailed off as Wino stood up and left the room without a glance, leaving behind a lingering scent of pipe tobacco in his wake.

You watched him go, your eyes narrowing a bit. Quirkless? The word itself felt foreign, a label you didn't understand but instinctively disliked.

As if on cue, the monotonous ringing of the house phone cut through the tense silence.  Mei gave you a strained smile before hurrying to answer it.  Left alone, you wandered back to the television, the cartoon announcer's overly enthusiastic voice now droning on about the "Quirkless Woes."

"And remember kids," the announcer chirped in a condescending tone, "if you're unfortunate enough to be born without a Quirk, just remember, there are plenty of perfectly ordinary jobs you can take up! Like... janitorial services! Or... grocery bagging!" His patronizing tone made you huff in annoyance; a strange feeling, a mix of anger and confusion, began to nestle in your chest.

Being Quirkless sounded... boring.

Limited.

Unfair.

Suddenly, the cheerful theme song was drowned out by a breaking news alert flashing across the screen. A stern-faced woman with a microphone reported on a villain attack downtown. Live footage showed a hulking man with glowing red eyes causing havoc, his bare fists shattering concrete pillars with ease.

"This is villain Catastrophe causing a rampage in the Musutafu financial district," the newscaster explained. "Heroes are on the scene, but the situation seems critical. We'll continue to bring you updates..."

Your gaze flicked between the cartoon heroes and the real-life devastation; a strange mix of curiosity and... envy? flickered within you.

These people, these heroes, could manipulate reality—defy the laws of physics with the flick of a wrist.

You, on the other hand, were utterly and seemingly ordinary.

The frustration bubbled up again, a familiar feeling you couldn't quite place. Was it the powerlessness? The lack of control? Or perhaps a deeper longing for something more, something you couldn't even articulate?

As the news droned on, Mei switched the TV off, a bright etching itself onto her face. "Come on, sweetie, let's finish your breakfast~" she said gently, "Today's an exciting day, we're learning the alphabet!"

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Later that night, as the rain tapped a gentle rhythm against your window, you lay tucked under the covers, Mei having just left after her nightly goodnight kiss.  Staring out at the slick streets, you tried, in vain, to push past the blank canvas of your memories.

A dull ache throbbed behind your eyes, intensifying with each frustrated attempt.  Your body trembled, a cold sweat slicking your skin. Suddenly, a sharp pain lanced through your head, and a gasp escaped your lips.

Involuntarily, your eyes flared open, an unsettling yellow glow emanating from them for a fleeting moment.  A metallic tang filled your mouth, and you reached up to your nose, feeling a warm trickle of blood.

Through the ringing in your ears, a voice, faint and distorted, seemed to whisper a name. "...Ma...ki...ma..." it repeated, the syllables blurring together before fading entirely. Each whisper senting a jolt through you, a flicker of a vision erupting behind your closed eyelids.

"...Ma...ki...ma..." The first whisper brought a flash of a pale, porcelain face, a chilling smile stretched impossibly wide across blood-red lips. Then, darkness.

"...Ma...ki...ma..." The voice pleaded, a touch more insistent this time; and with it, it ignited a vision of slender, crimson-stained fingers wrapped around a length of barbed wire, a look of perverse pleasure contorting the unfamiliar face. Darkness again.

"...Ma...ki...ma..." The vision that followed this plea was a kaleidoscope of horrors—a city in flames, screams swallowed by the roar of an unseen beast, and that same face, eyes blazing with a cold, predatory hunger.

A wave of nausea washed over you, and you squeezed your eyes shut tighter, willing the visions away.

The whispers began to quicken, a desperate urgency seeping into their tone. "Ma...ki...ma...Ma...ki...ma!" Each utterance felt like a physical blow, a sledgehammer pounding against the fortress of your mind. With each beat, the visions intensified, a torrent of violence and depravity flooding your senses.

A cackle, laced with madness, echoed in the darkness. You saw twisted shadows writhe on the ground, heard the sickening crunch of bones, felt the heat of searing flames licking at your skin.

And then, her face, crystal clear this time, filled your vision.

The pale girl, the crimson smile—Makima.

Her eyes, once a mesmerizing crimson, were now a bottomless void, devoid of any humanity.

"Makima!" The final whisper arrived in a shout of despair, resonating with horrifying clarity, shattering the last vestiges of your resistance.

Your pupils dilated, a single word echoing in the vast emptiness—Makima.

It was a name, a fragment of who you were, but it offered no explanation for your current existence.

Slowly, the tremor subsided, the yellow glow in your eyes receding, leaving behind a chilling emptiness.  Fear melted into a strange sense of clarity.

You were Makima, but you were also Y/N.

Calming your ragged breaths, you tested the name on your tongue in a low, raspy whisper. "Makima..."

It held power—a chilling familiarity—but it felt distant, alien.

Y/N, the name your mother called you, felt more comfortable, more like your own.

Yes, you decided; you were Y/N.

You didn't know who Makima was, but you would find out. And in the meantime, you would carve your own path in this world, as Y/N.

A determined glint flickered in your eyes, a spark of defiance against the unknown future.

***EECKKK!! I'm so hyped for this, lol. Just get ready for all the fan-service cuz y'all know i love being delusional, lololo

Anyways, here's a sneek peak, I have like 10+ completed and should start updating regularly in about a week (i plan on having 20+ completed so I won't keeping you guys waiting too long in between updates) See y'all next update ❤️

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[theres-a-body-here]

Rival Character, talking about the obsession (playfully): You better be careful😊 I might fight you for them 😉

Yandere!reader, who takes shit too seriously because they are a dumbass: THEY ARE MINE AND MINE ALONE!

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[thefiery-phoenix]

COMING HOME INJURED

You had some hero work to do and you had to take care of some villains. You got yourself injured pretty bad and you have no idea what's in store after you come home. Jump RIGHT in to see how your yanderes would react to you getting injured

Bakugou: Blood poured from your lip and dribbled down your chin and you felt like you had broken a dew ribs. You pushed open the front door, almost ready to faint inside when you suddenly heard an angry voice thundering at you from the kitchen

''Y/N, where the HELL have you been?'' yelled Bakugou angrily. You didn't bother answering him at first since you kind of felt dizzy and you had to sit on the sofa to regain a bit of your consciousness, but you thought that a little nap wouldn't hurt either 

Katsuki looked how badly you were beat up, body littered in bruises, blood gushing from different parts of your body as you struggled to keep your eyes open, you looked like you were dead on your feet

His teeth grinded as he struggled to caress your cheek as tenderly as possible. Hot, fiery rage lit up the pit of his stomach, almost travelling to his hands before he stopped himself from exploding just next to your face

He was beyond PISSED, he was LIVID and FURIOUS at YOU for getting into this mess at the man who thought he could live after doing such a thing. And angry at himself for never trusting his gut and locking you away for good to keep you safe and protect you 

"I'll kill whoever did this to you! I swear, even if it takes me my life'' 

Becomes REALLY clingy to you after this incident and soon kidnaps you (no surprises there)

Shoto: He could only watch horrified and looking shell shocked, like a fish out of water as you stumbled in with a black eye and limped with an almost fractured leg

Went INSANE with worry as soon as he saw you in this state

After five minutes of him checking every inch of your body for more damage, he finally leaves and returns with a cup of steaming something

He looks like Satan spawn as he asks you, ''Who. did . THIS!?'' 

''No worries, the pros have already arrested him'' you replied calmly slightly wincing at the pain

This precious bby makes sure to massage you and makes you feel comfy and safe. He tries to make your pain go away 

"Okay. Fine. I'll let it go. But please be more careful next time."

That night, he glares at the ceiling, unable to sleep thinking about that no good scumbag who hurt the love of his life (aka YOU)

With his amount of money and fame, he quickly made a small visit to the place where the villain was detained. He bribed the people there and threatened them not to say anything as he murdered the villain who hurt you and threw his remains over a bridge into a gushing river. When he finally returned home, you didn't even stir once as he showered off the scumbag's touch and returned to his place in your arms with dripping hair

 "Shh, go back to sleep, YN." And you did, ever so safe with Todoroki at your side Because with him, nobody would dare to hurt you again

Deku: The second you walk through the door, Deku's at your side, ushering you into the bathroom. With a washcloth, he wipes the dirt from your face and neck, stopping every few seconds to stare at the finger-shaped bruises on the skin

"I should have been there, YN." His teeth grit in frustration and his hands ball up into fists. "I should have kept you safe." 

Starts mumbling how useless he is and how its all his fault for not protecting you and what a failure of a hero he is (aww... poor baby)

You assure him that it isn't HIS fault and tell him everything will be all right. "You're wrong, YN. I should have been there. It's my responsibility to keep you safe."

After he finishes treating your wounds, he makes your favorite food and he cuddles you to sleep, slowly stroking your hair as he whispers praises in your ear for being so brave, but part of him inclined him to kidnap you so you won't have to get hurt like this ever again

Soon, like Todoroki, he quickly got rid of that villain who hurt you so badly and started making preparations of your new lives together as he watched you sleep in bliss, humming peacefully.....

#yandere bnha #yandere bnha x reader #yandere bnha characters #yandere bnha characters x reader #yandere katsuki bakugou #yandere katsuki x reader #yandere katsuki bakugou oneshots #yandere katsuki bakugou imagines #yandere katsuki bakugou scenarios #yandere katsuki bakugou headcanons #yandere shoto todoroki scenarios #yandere shoto todoroki oneshots #yandere shoto todoroki imagines #yandere shoto todoroki x reader #yandere deku scenarios #yandere deku headcanons #yandere deku imagines #yandere deku x reader

[shini--chan]

Yandere Character Sheet

Did anybody ask for Overhaul? No! Are you still getting him because I am in a phase? Yes!

Overhaul - Kai Chisaki

Trigger warnings for: emotional/psychological manipulation and abuse, kidnapping, coercion, character death, white/grey torture, mindbreak, objectification, neglect, human experimentation and yandere tendencies. 

Attributes - What sort of Yandere is he/she?

Overhaul is an absolutely strict yandere. That is more or less a given considering his overall personality. He is controlling to a fault because he just has to be. If he can’t rest assured that you’ll follow his every order to the letter, treat his every wish as a command. He has a certain vision in mind when it comes to you, a role that you must seamlessly fit into, and he won’t settle for anything less. Therefore, there are schedules that you have to adhere to, and rules that must be minded. While you might think that Chisaki’s word is law and that he would direct you as he pleases, the fact is, that he loves to play mental games with you. After all, don’t humans learn best through play?

He will want you to reach conclusions on your own. You are smart, so, over time you should realise that he only has your best intentions at heart. Besides how tiring it would be for him to spoon feed you all the lessons and pieces of wisdom he desires you to know, having to “obtain the knowledge yourself” has the side effect that you don’t fight him as viciously. In a way, he’ll tame you like a circus trainer does a dolphin. And once you know on which axis Overhaul’s little world spins, then he’ll fully expect you to adhere to the “laws of nature” that exist within. In some ways, it is what he does to keep Eri in line. 

On the same note, he is also prone to guilt tripping and gaslighting you when you step out of line. He does so much to take care of you after all - he keeps you healthy and safe and clean. Kai refrains from using his quirk on you in hurtful ways and doesn’t engage in physical abuse when it comes to you. If anything, you’re a pampered princess, so stop being so selfish and cause him to dirty his hands, okay? In short, he is absolutely manipulative. 

Of course tying into the two characteristics above is his obsession with cleanliness and health, that you’ll also be subjected to. He is the sort to nag and demonstrate to you how to properly wash your hands, how you should brush your teeth and other matters in that vein. In the beginning, you’ll be subjected to extensive physical and psychological evaluations so that he can tailor make the perfect diet plan and determine how to best deal with any health issues that you have. But besides that, it’ll also have the purpose of him gathering information on how far he can push you. 

Towards you, he is oh so condescending and patronising. Often, he'll point to your previous lifestyle as proof that you can't take care of yourself properly and need somebody smarter and more disciplined to help you. Additionally, in comparison to him, you just have meagre ambitions and don't utilise all your gifts to their full potential. While you might realise that the world and society is running on the wrong track, you still didn't comprehend just how deep the rot sits until he enlightened you. So just accept that he is your better. 

Possessive. Full stop. To Chisaki, you are an unrefined diamond when you fall into his talented hands, and it is his job to cut and shape you into a work of art. Since the end product is essentially his creation, only he has the right to possess you and decide what becomes of you. Ironically, the more you except this fact as a law of nature the more freedoms you'll have - once he is sure that you know your place, he can be confident that you'll reject anybody trying to "rescue" you. Until then, he'll keep you far away from anybody that could sully your mind and body. 

Besides, you are one of the very few things that put him at ease. All his life has been dedicated to the service of others, be it the Shie Haissakai or society in general, even if they don't wholly appreciate his efforts. You have been added to that number, but that doesn't mean that he is without selfish motives. Not that he feels guilty - after everything he has done, doesn't he deserve to indulge in his own wishes and desires? And if it is moulding a person to his wishes and keeping them as his, who is to begrudge him that? 

Unlucky for him, despite being possessive of you, to him you are not just some possession that he can put on a self and forget about. No, you have awaked feelings in him and he finds himself so deeply attached to you. He wants you to return his feelings, if only so that you get a taste of the suffering you've inflicted onto him. If he is becoming an emotionally controlled freak that yearns for your love and affection and approval, then you should take the fall with him. 

Nevertheless, it is contrasted by the part of him that is ruthless and cold. He has to be, to protect you and ensure you become the epitome of perfection. In a way, he has always been like that - unable to simply wear his heart on his sleeve, guarded and reserved and even stoic, except for the irritation that neigh constantly oozes off of him. As such, he won’t allow you to pull on his heartstrings much at all. Allowing you to so shamelessly manipulate him would also mean giving up control and he is having none of that. 

Cornering - How would they get you?

Either through coercion or kidnapping.

Perhaps you are a test subject that he picks up and develops feelings for overtime, a client or employee he discovers he wants to spend more time with or a person he meets through organic circumstances that he doesn't find as revolting as all the other people. While logically, he knows that the best course of action would be to woo you and then squirrel you away, he is a bit impatient when it comes to you. 

Besides, the best way to break old habits so that they can give way to new ones is to make a person go through a severe life changing event. On those grounds, Kai reasons that being a bit more forceful with will, in the end, bring about the positive outcomes he desires faster and more efficiently. 

In the case of you being an employee or a client, it makes matters so very easy. Just who will you go to, to prattle on about his misdeeds? The police? A hero agency? Darling, you are already in too deep to escape unscathed should you do something as foolhardy as that. Not to mention that he has his own eyes and ears in the places that matter, and when he catches wind of your traitorous behaviour, expect retribution. Though, he might even thank you for doing such a thing, since it would give him the perfect excuse to make you disappear from the public eye forever. Everybody that knows you would think that your body is at the bottom of some lake with weights around your feet, not in the basement of some yakuza head. 

In the case of you being a test subject that he snagged off the street or tricked into being one through a legitimately appearing medical programme, things would go relatively “smooth”. Smooth as in that Kai would slowly demonstrate his feelings to you. However, you would still be his captive during the whole process and he wouldn’t tell you that he has developed a soft spot for you (at least not outright) so the whole ordeal would be beyond nerve wrecking. 

And if you are some free soul that he meets by chance? There are still skeletons in your closet, shadows of your past haunting you and people and things you care about. All this can be used against you. While he might not be able to use all the resources he desires for that task, having to keep the limitations of the Hassakai in mind, Kai is nothing but innovative and opportunistic. He might very well shame you into jumping into his arms. 

Expectations - What do they expect of you?

nterestingly enough, I personally don’t see being quirkless as being a requirement to catching Overhaul’s eye. In his mind, Hero/Villain Syndrome is more a sickness of the mind, either having its root or being exacerbated by the quirk a particular person has. So, the first and foremost requirement would be to not have Hero/Villain Syndrome. There would be exceptions to this rule, when you would be deeply rooted in this “psychological issue” but he just sees such potential in you that he isn’t able to let you be. 

That would also be the main point for Chisaki - he sees who you could be, the utter health and perfection you could embody and will do anything to help you reach that. Your will only matters insofar as the path he must take to help you reach that end state, other than that, your quibbles and protests don’t matter. After all, he knows what is best. Your protests and fighting back would be annoying, so you would do best to let them be. If you wouldn’t then he would just have to train them out of you. 

If anything, what would really catch his eye would be if you are able to maintain a level head under pressure. In the case that he would kidnap you, you spitting vitriol and begging and screaming that he is a monster would only get on his nerves. However, you assessing the situation, and asking careful questions on what he could possibly need you for, and if he really had to have you stuffed in a car while walking home, would enrapture him. It is the actions that set you apart from the common footfolk that would draw him to you, like a moth to a flame. 

Being the head of the yakuza, and a very ambitious head at that, requires him to run through every possible scenario and consider everything that may factor into past, present and future. Operating on such a high mental level means he has little tolerance for stupidity in others, and if you don’t want to be treated like a dainty china doll with no will of their own, then you better be intelligent yourself. Of course, Chisaki knows that being smart doesn’t automatically mean that you’re right - if anything, it means that you are able to entrench yourself in and justify your delusions (your world view) all the more rabidly. However, he isn't the sort to shy away from debate; if anything, he revels in it. It is an opportunity to learn what makes you tick, to bond with you, and even to show you the light (his world view) 

What would make him believe he has struck gold would be if you understand his world view. He knows that his outlook is rather unique, especially since it is heavily coloured by his germophobia. Though to have somebody that can follow his thought patterns without making clumsy mistakes due to misconceptions or self-righteousness, somebody who he would discuss everything that is wrong with the world - that is balm to his soul. 

Looking at him, it is also pretty obvious that he requires you to be tidy and clean. He will not outright demand you scrub every surface with cleaning alcohol and shower three times a day. Though, your life will be significantly easier if you are tidy to begin with. Remember, that a happy Kai means a happy life, and there are a few things that irritate him more than disorder.  

If anything, it is highly likely that he'll fall for you if you work in one of those professions that place a lot of value on personal hygiene, like surgery or pharma or research. Besides the good hygiene, he would then expect to be able to connect with you based on shared interests. And that he won't have to teach you trivial things, like how to properly wash your hands, since you will just be able to fall back on the old patterns that you would know from work/university. 

What is also valued is patience. You see, Overhaul has more or less grown used to keeping people at least at arm's length. Even with Pops and Hari there is a sort of emotional distance, a serious tone that excludes overall warmth. Aside from what has been mentioned above, he is just so unaccostumed to thinking in modes and ways that don't pertain to utter ruthlessness and logic, that having to consider his own emotions and the ways they affect him would leave him floundering. Of course, he would do his best to conceal it, ever putting up a self-confident front. But there would still be moments where is awkward, or abruptly stands up and flees the scene. In order to gain more control over himself, he will try to dissociate from his emotions. But until he has regained his equilibrium, be forgiving of his mistakes, ok? 

Of course, there is also obedience. While in the beginning he'll be understanding because it is a frightening and absurd situation he has put you in, he'll expect you to learn fast. After all, he knows what is best for you and he doesn't deal well with resistance. He won't hesitate to list off all your flaws and past mistakes, pointing out your lifestyle errors in excruciating detail should you become snappy with him. If push really comes to shove and you don't even bend when punished, then he'll see no other option than to brainwash you. 

Tied in with the two aforementioned qualities is also sincerity. Like with many other things, Kai will be more understanding of fibs and lies in the beginning, since you are still new to each other and there are some matters that are embarrassing or stigmatised that you just don't want to be frank about in the beginning. Though as time passes, he'll expect you to learn to be utterly sincere. After all, he is a yakuza boss and lying and dishonesty are part and parcel to that line of work. And it is exactly because of that, that he outright demands sincerity from you. You are his and he is entitled to know all your secrets and everything that goes through your head. Additionally, how is he supposed to have complete control over you when you are concealing things from him? 

Faded - Would they let go of you in any way?

The short answer is no. The long answer has a few loopholes that you could slip through. 

Kai has many goals, ones that are also very important to him. No matter how much you either crave his attention or not, he won't abandon them because of you. Therefore, should one of his "projects" demand his utmost attention or be endangered due to the heroes closing in, he might temporarily let you go. But watch out! As soon as the dust settles, he'll retrieve you from wherever you thought you could hide from him. 

Other than that, he is far too attached to you to ever entertain that idea. 

Punishment - How would they proceed if you do something they disapprove of?

In the beginning, Overhaul is more understanding of your misgivings. He knows that he has put you in a stressful and strange situation, you are bound to be hysterical and not listen properly. Now, understanding doesn’t mean being lenient. For transgressions, you’ll be punished. At first, it’ll just be scoldings and him verbally tearing you apart, though if you persist, then they will become more extreme. Physical abuse is completely out of the question for him and he’ll never raise his voice in anger. The punishments you’ll be put through will be far more methodical. 

Like locking you in an all white room, depriving you of one of your senses temporarily (something that is very easy to achieve thanks to his quirk) or taking away forms of entertainment. If need be, he can leave you solitude for days with him observing how you slowly lose your mind over a system of cameras. He could deprive you of your hearing or eyesight, while leaving the nerve endings in the brain intact, leading to you having hallucinations.

 Or inject you with drugs that make it feel like ants are crawling under your skin. On the flip side of sensory deprivation, he would also happily inflict sensory overstimulation onto you should you step out of line. You should inhale or be injected with something that makes every light touch feel like sandpaper and every whisper like a booming shout. You’ll taste colours and smell emotions to the point where normal vertigo feels like a holiday in paradise. 

Though, those are just some of the more extreme punishments. Usually, you’ll get scolded, as mentioned above, or deprived of entertainment and privileges. One day after giving him the cold shoulder as much as possible, you’ll enter your room after a hot shower only to discover that all your books are gone. After refusing to eat, he’ll solemnly inform you that you’ll be strapped to a hospital bed and fed intravenously. 

If you behave like a brat, then he’ll also treat you as one. Really, classic old school punishments will be the closest he’ll ever come to being physically abusive - he’ll make you kneel on uncooked rice grains or frozen peas, having to look into a fire of spicy chills or standing in a corner while holding a book over your head until he says you can stop. 

Generally, punishments will be lighter in the beginning and the more time passes and the closer you two grow together, the harsher they’ll become. This is because what irritates Kai the most isn’t toeing out of line, but you “relapsing” or going against the rules when you already can recite them in your sleep. Though there is one exception to this - killing people in your name. He will kill somebody, a low level grunt that displeased him and is going to die anyway and then say you forced his hand. 

Reaction - How would they react to you escaping?

There are two options here.

The first is the following: Him leisurely walking after you, anticipating all your moves and finally managing to corner you, either physically or by threatening bystanders. That is because you didn’t really escape, and instead he is just playing cat and mouse with you. Because while all his guards and systems and the labyrinthine nature of the underground base will make it extremely difficult to escape, you’ll nevertheless look for an opening and fantasise about running away. What better way than to crush those dreams than by demonstrating that no matter how far you run, you’ll always end up back in his arms. So, he’ll provide you with an opening, let you escape so that he can retrieve you and shatter those hopes. Though, you’ll be punished for not proving your loyalty all the same. 

Then there is the second one of you really escaping without it somehow being intended by Kai. It is something that would drive him into a frenzy, but he would do his best to conceal it. Nevertheless, he would be far more irritable, prone to lashing out and overhauling his goons. As such, his men would do their best to fetch you. It wouldn’t be difficult for them to put two and two together and figure out that you put the Young Head at ease, so it is their best interest to return you to your owner as soon as possible. 

On that note, the saying “Happy wife, happy life” also applies to Kai Chisaki, so you might even have instances where people that hate Kai or even hate you slip you a note or plead with you face to face to just behave and not making everybody’s life in the Hassikai difficult by putting the Boss in a bad mood. In the interest of the Eight Precepts, Mimic and Chrono (they are the only other people that Kai lets closer to you than five metres), do so doubly, because they would tire quickly of playing messenger boys to the lower ranking members. 

Back on track. If you earnestly manage to escape then the base would be in a frenzy - reconstructing how you escaped and looking for clues on where you might have gone. Phone calls will be made and orders given as Kai pulls some strings to ensure you are back in his arms as soon as possible. After all, the further you run and the more people you wrap in your little escapade, the more complicated things get - he doesn’t want to have all his hard work undone. The Shie Hassaikai have bases in all major Japanese cities and ears and eyes where it counts. Should you be away longer, he’ll keep his ear on the ground, listening for the slightest hint as to where you’ve gone. 

And once he has you back in his vice grip, you have to pay. Perhaps somebody loses their life or you have to undergo some of the other more brutal punishments. But before that, you’ll be cleaned thoroughly. Overhaul won’t shy away from pumping your stomach empty if you have eaten unhealthy foods, and then washing your mouth with soap. In extreme cases, he might even just give you a penicillin shot without further ado and shave off all your hair. 

Turnabout - Scenario: You have the upper hand? What would be different from their usual MO? 

Let’s take two case situations - in one he doesn’t have his arms, and in the other, he has. 

As to armless Kai - he is numb due to his entire world having been torn down. He only has you know and god, is he desperate. Of course, in spite of what has happened, he still has his pride. Due to all he has done for you, he’ll demand you repay him. He’ll be erratic, especially if he just recently escaped Tartarus. With his mind in jumbles but still so desperate for human connection, he is putty in your hands. Though there are still some red lines. They took away his arms, not his tongue and he’ll do his best to remind you he can still give you a verbal lashing when you misbehave. 

In the case he has his arms, matters are a bit different. He’ll be more disgruntled and less needy. Maybe you are in charge due to you hiding him or maybe he needs money from you but can’t put you under his thumb in the process. He criticises every other thing you do, and does his best to worm his way into any cracks your shields may have. The more annoyed he is, the less subtle these attempts are. That being said, do be careful, for every moment that you are in control and he isn’t, is another moment where the natural order of your relationship has been upset. 

Vengeance - What would they do in the face of competition?

Hellfire and brimstone, or better said, his most gruesome abilities. You are his, you are his possession, his lover, his little pure doll that he wants to play with to his heart's content. As such, nobody but him is allowed to touch you. He is self-conscious to a degree - he isn’t the most social or personable man and his germophobia combined with his line of work and worldview can be off-putting to many. There are many people that you would get along with better, that would be nicer to you and give you what you want out of life.  

But what you want is not what you need, and you need him above all else. So he’ll have to teach you that you’re his and all the people around you that you are taken and not to be touched. If you have any romantic or, god forbid, bed mates, then he would make quick work of them. Of course, he doesn’t want you to be too traumatised, so if he doesn’t separate you by kidnapping or something similar, then he’ll cook up evidence and a story that will lead to a break-up. Then you would be vulnerable and available and ripe for the picking. However, if he is feeling particularly petty, then he’ll kidnap your lover right along with you, and subject them to a few rounds a torture before they become pig food. 

Should the man that arouses jealousy be one of his underlings, then somebody is in for a long night. It could be one of the guards becoming a little too chummy or a Precept that is just a little too cocky. Overhaul will be colder to everybody in his vicinity, even to you, since how dare you be so sweet and charming and perfect to somebody that isn’t him? Either way, the offender will be disassembled and reassembled a few times. 

Though because Chisaki is a possessive, manipulative freak when it comes to you, other people will also fall victim to his jealousy and wrath. Misunderstandings lead to lives being ruined when it comes to Kai Chisaki. The cause could be you being too friendly to a visitor, offering comfort to one of the guards or something in that vein. Regardless, it wouldn’t be enough to completely arouse his bloodlust, or maybe killing somebody that is still in the public eye would have repercussions that Kai doesn't want to deal with. Therefore, he’ll dig up all the sins they committed, ruin their reputations or set up events that lead to their social death. 

And if somebody dares hide you from him. There will be psychological torture is store for them, stuff worse than the stuff he’ll ever put you through. The filth that tried to keep you from him would also make for good test subjects, and will make you watch as he experiments on them. It would be all your fault, and all of this wouldn’t have to happen if you behave and obey him and accept your place at his side. 

Art is not mine: from Kohei Horikoshi, Irina Vinnik and other artists

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[the-grimm-writer]

Opposites

(Greaser! Dabi x Reader)

warnings: major character death, non-con, breeding kink, manipulation, drug use, drinking, misogyny, slight bondage 

honestly just using the 1960s aesthetic (not the accurate time cause it sucks ass) because who doesn’t want scummy greaser dabi 

Dabi felt his lips stretch into a mocking smirk as he watched the preppy male in front of him struggling to get up. He slowly stood up and gave him a fierce glare that could make other people intimidated, but did nothing but make the greaser laugh.

Struggling to catch his breath as he coughed up blood, he sneered. "Kicking someone when they're down, huh? Real mature. Even if I don't win this I'm still a bigger man than you'll ever be.” He sauntered towards him and kicked him in the stomach, causing him to collapse onto the hot concrete. 

“Like I’m concerned about what a little bitch’s definition of a man is,” Dabi retaliated, rolling his eyes. “Not so tough now, huh?” 

The brunette looked up at him, golden eyes connecting with electric blue. “Whatever, just stay away from (Y/n).” 

He raised his eyebrows, feigning innocence.”I’m sorry, who’s that? You’ll have to refresh my memory.” He was taunting him, both of them knew that. Instead of thinking about it too much, Dabi decided he wouldn’t let him respond, not wanting to hear him go on about his beloved girlfriend. 

“Kai! Kai!” Dabi had his foot raised, ready to kick him again, and everyone turned their attention to you, running towards them. 

“(Y/n)?” Kai groaned. “What are you doing here? Get out of here, quick!"

You shook your head, dropping to your knees beside him. "I'm not leaving here without you!” Dabi crossed his arms, looking down at your injured boyfriend with narrowed eyes as you were trying  your best to comfort him. Finally, you turned to him. 

"Oh hey, doll!" Dabi grinned. "Fancy seeing you here. Say, why don't you ditch this loser and come with me? I'll show you what a good time really is." He winked.

You frowned, pretty (e/c) eyes darkening as you scowled at him. "Why are you doing this? Leave him alone!"

He shrugged. "He punched me first, it was self defense, really.” 

Kai held on to you as you helped him back up. You were a little surprised Dabi didn’t charge at him again but you weren’t about to complain. You knew that he wasn’t entirely wrong but you still decided to focus on your boyfriend. 

You wrapped your arm around Kai. “You know what? I don’t care who started it, it’s over now.” 

Dabi rolled his eyes, swimming with annoyance, mixed with amusement. “You need to relax, doll. The whole goody two shoes act is no fun.” 

You began walking back, trying no to give him a reaction like he wanted. All he was trying to do was get a rise out of you. You weren’t like Kai, you had no interest in petty fights or useless arguments. 

Walking away with Kai, you finally stopped when you were far away enough, in a fairly vacant parking lot. He wiped the blood from his nose with his sleeve, hissing softly in pain. 

A frown made its way to your face as you looked at him. He was bruised up, Dabi obviously had the upper hand in that fight. You weren’t surprised, tough as Kai was, he picked fights for fun, while having everything handed to him. “You need to stop doing that.” 

You shook your head when Kai decided to play innocent. “Stop doing what? I didn’t do anything wrong,” he protested. 

“Antagonizing them!” You sighed. “Honestly, Kai, who cares if they’re on the wrong side of the track, I’m pretty sure if you left them alone they would do the same.” 

He sighed. “So what if I mess with them a little bit? They’re always terrorizing our area.” 

Deciding now wasn’t the time to point out that his little friends that followed him around like he was a king did the exact same thing to them, you just brushed off what he said. “I’m serious,” you protested as he grabbed your hands and pulled you against him. “You could get seriously injured one of these days.” 

He could tell that you were getting annoyed with him so he leaned towards you, smiling. “Aw, you can’t stay mad at me. Let me make it up to you, I promise I won’t let it happen again.” 

You tried to stay upset, you really did, but you couldn’t help but smile. You reached up and kissed his lips. "Remember to be over at my house at six, my parents want you over for dinner.” 

Neither of you were aware of the piercing cerulean eyes staring at the both of you with an envious rage. You didn't notice Dabi's friends having to hold him back the moment your lips connected, calming him down as you walked away hand in hand. He let them hold him back, knowing he would do something irrational if they weren’t.

Kai  smiled at you,following the path to your home. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” You hummed softly in response, hoping that was true. 

You had patiently waited. The hours blurred together, and suddenly you were being called down for dinner, the scent of your mothers cooking filled the house. The longer you waited, the more anxious you became, leg shaking as you sat at the table, passing the salad bowl around the table once you had some. You looked up. “Can I be excused from the table please? I need to call Kai real quick, to see what’s going on.” 

When you were excused, you made your way to the telephone, putting his number in on the rotary dial. Kai walked you home, and you had reminded him to come back in a few hours. Now you were standing with the phone pressed to your ear, tapping your foot impatiently as you waited for an answer. 

“Helloooo?” You stiffened as you were greeted with slurred speech. 

You looked back as laughter filled the table, your little brother telling a story about what happened at his school that day. 

“Seriously? You’ve been drinking? Kai, you were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago! What the fuck is wrong with you?” You kept your tone hushed, resisting the urge to scream at him so as to not disturb anyone. 

“Babe, don’t be mad,” you could hear obnoxious laughter in the background, and you’d met his friends enough times to recognize their voices. “My buddies came over, and I lost track of time.” 

You pinched the bridge of your nose, praying that you didn’t lose your patience with him while your family was in the house. “Whatever. Just - forget about it. I’ll make up an excuse for you.” 

You could hear the grin in his voice. “I knew I could count on you. I love you.” 

“Kai!” You heard a feminine voice call out when you were about to speak, it didn’t sound familiar to you. “Get over here, baby, you’re missing all the fun!” 

That was the last straw, ignoring the way he tried to tell you it wasn’t what it seemed. "Asshole," you whisper hissed, “Kai Chisaki I wish we never met.” You ignored his drunken protests to not hang up on him.

You loved Kai, at least, you think you did. But sometimes you couldn't stand him. You stood up for him, even though you knew he was in the wrong, you're always there for him. You've forgiven him for all the stupid shit he's done and even tried to help him. And he can't even return the favor by doing this little thing for you. 

Tears sprung in your eyes and you slammed the phone back onto it’s holder, not realizing that would be the last time you ever talked to him. You dried your eyes before making your way back to the dinner table.

"(Y/n)?" Your parents questioned, concerned. "Is everything alright?" 

You nodded. It wasn't like you could tell them, sometimes you felt like they loved Kai more than you. They thought he was a golden boy that could do no wrong. "Yeah, everything's fine, something just came up at his work. He has to stay in late and can’t make it," you lied easily.

"What a good kid," your father nodded in approval. Your brother rolled his eyes, and you mentally agreed with him.

He never hid his dislike for your boyfriend, and sometimes you didn't blame him. The biggest reason why you didn't break up with him most of the time was because your parents would be more devastated than you'd be. That, and you knew he'd lose his shit and hurt not only himself, but others while he was at it. He didn’t handle his liquor well, a fact you had the dismay of living with. 

Taking a shaky breath, you swiftly changed the subject, pretending to be interested in your dad’s work. It was a short dinner, one that seemed longer than it actually was because of your impatience. As soon as everyone finished you started to clean up, volunteering to do so as everyone went to the living room. You liked doing the dishes as much as the next person but it was a nice distraction from your thoughts. 

You took your time, making sure that every dish was spotless before drying and putting them all away in their proper spots. Then you went over to spend some “quality family time” with your parents and little brother. Really, it was just watching television but if it made them happy, you would do it. 

Your father would sit on the couch with a cigar in his mouth, constantly reminiscing about how in his days it was all black and white pictures, with some of them silent films still. You laughed softly to yourself as your sibling groaned and said what you were all thinking, “Get with the times, old man.”

You wished that your life was as easy as these moments. Where the image of a cookie cutter family wasn’t just an act. You didn’t have to worry about the nights you spent with your little brother clinging onto you for comfort as you hid in your room, your parents spent the early hours of the morning in a screaming fit. It was peaceful, and you just prayed that it would stay that way for the rest of the night. But it was never worth getting your hopes up just to get set up for disappointment. 

Upset with the recent events, you excused yourself after an episode of an old black and white show you weren’t paying attention to ending. Just using the excuse that you needed to file for some more scholarships. Your parents had quickly given you the okay, glad you were always taking studies seriously, even in the summer. Your parents didn’t know that you were just staying there for the summer until you got into your choice of university, which was far, far away from here. 

You hoped your parents didn’t come up to your room, because you just went in and plopped down on your bed, staring up at your ceiling. You let out a huff before closing your eyes. You didn’t know what you were going to do about Kai, you thought sleepily, and for now deciding you’d sleep off the stress. 

It was eerily quiet in your house as you walked down stairs the next morning. It creeped you out a little bit, looking around. Had you gotten up earlier than you thought you had and everyone was still asleep? 

Your mom was on the couch crying silently, your father right beside her, rubbing her back, looking on the verge of crying himself but pushed it down. You rushed over to them, thinking that a close friend or family member must have passed or got into an accident. 

At the sight of you, your mother started crying harder, making you step back. “What’s going on?” You said softly, knowing your brother was still upstairs asleep.

“Sit down, (Y/n),” your father responded hushly. You immediately sat down as you were told. He pressed his lips together, a grimm look on his face. “It’s Kai… He was found dead this morning in the fields. A couple found him and immediately reported it. He was shot.” 

Your breath caught in your throat, feeling like time had stopped. You were glad that you were sitting down or else you would have fallen, your knees feeling weak. “Dead?” He nodded, making you feel nauseous. 

“You can stay home for the day, I know it’s a lot of process.” You agreed, letting your parents pull you into a tight hug before sending you upstairs back to bed. 

Sitting back down on the bed, staring at the floor, hoping that you were just in shock and not crying. You curled back, snuggling into the blankets, that sick feeling in your stomach still there. 

The days blurred together leading up to the funeral. You stayed at home for most of it, but you were eager to get back to your life. And besides, you were beginning to look forward to a life without Kai. You’d been planning on breaking up with him anyways, but this way you didn’t have to deal with the backlash that would come with it. 

It got old quickly. The sympathetic stares, the fake offers and comments that they’re there if you ever need to talk to somebody. Even your teachers were going easy on you. You didn’t want special treatment because your boyfriend was dead. 

You didn’t smoke, not falling for the propaganda that they were actually healthy for you, but at the moment you craved one; suddenly understanding why some of your friends who smoked while under stress. 

Getting dressed in the only black dress that you owned and a pair of mary janes, you followed your family out to the car, all of them dressed in their dark attire. 

You felt guilty for the most part just wanting to get this over with. You wished that you were more sympathetic, but Kai had made you so fucking mad the months following up to his death, you knew he was leading himself into a hole. 

In a sick sense, you had been expecting this to happen. Especially since he liked to pick fights with the kids on the other side of town. Nights of getting drunk and being a dick wouldn’t end well, and it was obvious that he was going to piss the wrong person off one day. 

It was a closed casket funeral for obvious reasons, and half the town there for the golden boy's funeral. You numbly accepted the hugs and even more prayers and condolences. You felt your head start to pound as you watched the ones he insisted were his best friends speak about him, obviously leaving out all the illegal shit that they did together. 

Your eyes narrowed. They encouraged his dangerous behavior, therefore they were just as responsible for his death as the one that shot him. You ignored them, your glares enough to keep them from coming up to you. You didn’t do a speech, which you were glad that everyone accepted. You dropped a singular red rose on top of it before walking away from it.

One girl in particular caught your eye. She wasn’t from town, and most definitely not from your school. She was sitting in a corner, alone. Curious, you went up to her, needing to know who she was and how she was connected to Kai. 

“It’s tragic, isn’t it?” You asked, sitting down next to her, legs crossed. 

Tears were streaming down her cheeks, wiping them away with a cloth, turning to you. “I can’t believe that he’s dead. I genuinely believed we had a connection.” 

You sat down next to her, crossing your legs. “Really? Tell me more. Were you and Kai together?” 

She ran her hand through her hair. “Well, we’d been talking for a few months, and we went out a couple times. I was really hoping he’d ask me to be his girlfriend, and the night he died I really thought he was going to.” 

You clenched your fists. “Girlfriend?” 

She sniffled, nodding her head. “Yeah, but he never made it official. I never knew why until… oh.” You could see the panic on her face as she put two and two together. “God, you’re his girlfriend, aren’t you? (Y/n). I’m so sorry!” 

A part of you wanted to snap at her, scream and tell her to leave, slap her. But you know that it wasn’t her fault. She was just another soul added to the long list of people that Kai had manipulated. 

You let out a shaky breath and stood up. “It’s fine. You should be thankful you weren’t his girlfriend.” You weren’t as fortunate.

But unlike him, you were dealing with the consequences of his actions even beyond when he was dead. And it pissed you off to no end. 

Not wanting to deal with this any longer, you hurried up and said your goodbyes, promising the Chisakis you would stop by for dinner one of these nights and kissed his adopted baby sister Eri on the cheek before you left. You alerted your parents you’d be walking home and rushed off.

It was so bright outside, just like the day you’d last seen him alive. With friends sitting together in their cars and chatting with one another, smiling and laughing. Kids running around, embracing their childhood, eating soft ice cream as they screamed with delight while they chased after each other. Delinquents in ripped jeans and leather jackets that stayed huddled together talked among themselves. You almost relaxed, but failed because that’s when you thought about Kai some more. 

A frown fell onto your face as you recalled different memories. Like the time he’d snuck into your home when he knew you were alone babysitting your little brother, blacked out drunk, grabbed your hand and told you that he couldn’t live without you, ignoring how you told him he couldn’t be there. “God, I hate him so much,” you whispered to yourself, thinking that no one was close enough to hear you. 

Laughter interrupted your inner monologue. That, and bumping shoulders with someone. “That’s the spirit, tell me how you really feel.” 

Embarrassed, you slowly looked up at the guy you ran into. “Shit. I’m sorry about that, I didn’t see you there.” 

He chuckled. “It’s fine. Where’d you just come from? A funeral? Or is it some sort of new fashion trend?” 

You nodded your head. “Yeah, a funeral…. My boyfriend died. He was shot.” 

The blond’s eyes widened, looking sympathetically at you. “Oh. I’m sorry for your loss.” 

“Thank you.” You finally got a good observation of him. He was wearing a black t-shirt and blue overalls, stained with grease. You were guessing he was a mechanic. Scruff around his chin, and hazel, almost amber colored eyes that shined in the sun. 

“I’m Keigo, by the way. But everyone calls me Hawks.” He held his hand out for you to shake and you took it. Now you knew why he looked familiar, your friend had taken her car over to the repair shop and wouldn’t stop raving about the hot mechanic that worked there. 

“(Y/n).”

“(Y/n), huh? I know who you are now.” He perked up, looking all too happy to be talking to somebody that just left a funeral. 

You tilted your head, confused. “Really, how so?”

“Dabi.” He smiled, changing the topic. “I almost forgot, where’s my manners?” He dug from his pocket and held out a carton of Marlboro cigarettes that was half empty. “You want a cancer stick of your own?” 

You shook your head politely. “No thanks, I don’t smoke.” 

Hawks nodded in approval. “Good. Don’t start, kid. It’s a nasty habit. Really don’t recommend it.” He dug out a red lighter at the end of the last sentence and lit his own. He let out a puff of smoke before speaking up again. “You know, I’m glad that I ran into you. I was hoping I would, Dabi was just talking about you and I wanted to get a look at you myself.” 

You were confused, but started walking again with him following you. “Why was he talking about me?” 

He shrugged. “It’s a small town, people talk. I’m sorry for your loss.” 

“It’s fine…” 

“Anyways, where are you heading?” He tilted his head, messy blond hair falling against his forehead as he did so. 

You turned to him. “Home. What about you?” 

“Anywhere and everywhere.” He draped his arm around your shoulders, and for some reason you decided to just let him. “Ya know, Dabi may seem like a mean ol’ man but he’s actually soft at heart. Don’t tell him I said that though,” he added. “He may get into fights and gets high off his ass in his free time, but he’s a good guy, promise. And a hard worker.” 

You quirked an eyebrow. “Are you trying to set me up with him or something?” 

He chuckled. “It depends, is it working?” 

“No,” you said bluntly. “I quite literally just got out of a relationship. He died before we even broke up.” 

“Who said it has to be a relationship?” He smirked down at you. “You can just fuck him, let all those frustrations loose. He’d be all too happy to oblige. Hell, I’d offer myself if Dabs wasn’t my pal.” 

You shrugged him off, aggravated now, nose scrunching to hide how his vulgar words flustered you. “That’s disgusting.” 

Keigo pulled you back. “Wait! Just think about it.” He sighed when you narrowed your eyes at him. “C’mon, what do these little boot lickers do for fun anyways? Tip cows? Speed down the dirt roads drunk? Steal from the convenient mart for the thrill, not a necessity? Use daddy’s money to get away with shit everyone does anyways? I think you’re one of the good ones, though, so you should hang with us. Live a little.” 

If you were one of the “good ones” like he said then you wouldn’t even be considering his offer. You would say no and rush away, but you were still curious. Besides, it was a breath of fresh air that he wasn’t treating you like some delicate flower that was about to wilt. You usually avoided parties, but going to one where no one knew your name or situation sounded refreshing; a much needed break. 

You almost wanted to slap yourself as you said, “Fine. I’ll think about it.” Both of you knew that he’d convinced you to go. 

He grinned, digging out of his pocket a piece of paper with an address on it. “I heard  that as a yes. See you then. Promise you won’t regret it.” 

You already were, getting home. Even on your worst days you wouldn’t dream of lying to your parents, but the opportunity quickly presented itself when your little brother rushed over to your parents, begging them to let him go to a sleepover one of his friends was holding. 

Honesty was the best policy, but one little white lie wouldn’t hurt anyone as long as it was a secret, right?

You let out a shaky breath. “Can I spend the night at my friend’s too?” You wrapped your arm around your little brother. “I’ll even walk him over to his friend’s before going over there.” 

Your parents looked all too happy to agree, almost making you feel guilty for lying to them. “Of course you can!” Your mother beamed. “Just be careful, you two. Stay close to each other.” 

Walking up the stairs, you packed some things for your brother and then yourself, quickly grabbing a nice dress. It was your favorite one. Then you walked hand in hand with your brother, the sun setting which meant all the kids were already inside for the night and the teens and adults were wandering around doing gods know what. 

You almost chickened out when your brother nearly tripped from running towards the front door of his friends after giving you a quick hug. You took deep breaths as you hid behind one of the houses, getting dressed as quick as you could, praying that no one happened to walk or drive by as you did so. 

Satisfied,you made sure your hair was the way you liked it before you began walking once again. Going back and forth, you contemplated the pros and cons. 

On one side, it was a new experience. That’s what life was all about, wasn’t it? On the other hand, so many things could happen. You didn’t know anyone, and they could easily hurt you when it came down to it. Your small area in town was considered “safe” so you never had to worry about self defense. 

You discussed it with yourself the entire time, and before you knew it you were standing at the front door. There was music blasting, even outside you could feel the bass of drums and guitar in your chest. A bunch of cars were parked outside, most of them old and rusty, a few diamonds in the dozen that were squeaky clean with leather seats and a shiny paint job. For some reason those were the ones that you wanted to avoid. 

There were voices talking and screaming, so when you knocked, you doubted that anyone heard it but you still thought that it was polite to do it before opening the door and stepping inside. 

This wasn’t a place you’d consider your normal spot. Most of your friends would flip if they saw you even remotely in this area. 

It wasn’t trashy, that wasn’t the right word for it, and you didn’t want to be rude. It was a low income area, different from the suburbs you grew up in. The houses were a whole lot smaller and rural, kinda dirty but not too terrible. You looked around, hoping nothing went wrong tonight because you knew well nobody would be calling the police if you did. 

Nervously, you scanned the small (yet large, considering the size of the place) crowd, regretting your choice of clothing. Your dress was too clean, proper for this type of party. You hoped that you could find Keigo, or even Dabi fast. You shifted uncomfortably as some heads turned to get a good look at you. 

Luckily you didn’t have time to panic as you were getting stared at like you were a piece of meat, connecting with a pair of amber eyes. He’d been talking to a pair of girls, but at the sight of you he excused himself and made a b-line towards you. 

Keigo grinned and quickly wrapped his arms around you in a lazy hug. There was something charming about the blond, you couldn’t help but feel comfortable with him. You hugged him back. “I’m glad you could make it, kid. I was getting worried you weren’t going to come for a second there.” 

You smiled, tense. “I was thinking about it,” you admitted. “But I decided to say screw it.” 

He chuckled. “A drink will make you less tense, trust me. You can get it over there.”  He pointed, and you could hardly see the kitchen he was pointing to through the puffy clouds of smoke. 

You nodded, walking over there, missing Dabi that was right behind you, standing beside Keigo as he watched you worm your way through the crowd. 

Dabi shook his head, playfully hitting him. “I could kill you, you know?” 

His best friend let out a bout of obnoxious laughter. “But you won’t!” He jeered. “After all that I’ve done for you.” He pouted and rubbed his shoulder where Dabi punched him. “What was that for?” 

He rolled his eyes and scanned the crowd for you. “For annoying me. And for making (Y/n) come here without telling me first.” 

“There’s this thing called surprises, maybe you should pick up a book once in a while if you can’t tell what that is,” he teased. 

“Fuckin nerd.” Dabi pushed him back. “Thanks man, I’m going to go find her now.” 

You were easy to spot, Dabi almost laughed as he saw your dress. Not because you looked ridiculous, he thought you were cute enough to eat. You just looked like a lamb in a room full of wolves. And he knew others got whiff of that too, so before they could do anything stupid like make a move on you, he sauntered over to you. 

“Long time, no talk.” 

You looked at him, trying your hardest not to check him out. He was painfully attractive, and you could see why half the girls in town secretly drooled over him. “It’s only been… two weeks.” Two long, painful weeks, for the both of you, but for very different reasons. 

“Too long to be away from such a pretty face.” You waved him off, thinking that he was just joking. 

Dabi observed you, laughing when you took a sip of the drink you’d grabbed and scrunched your nose, nearly coughing from how strong it was, the liquor burning your throat all the way down. You set the solo cup down when you finished it. Your cheeks were already flushed, and you had that big, proud smile on your face that let him know it was your first time. 

He chuckled, turning and pouring you another drink. “Here, this should be more to your liking.” 

You took it, taking a cautious sip before your eyes widened. “This is good.” 

“There’s more where that came from.” 

It always amused him, maybe more than it should have, watching good little things like yourself let loose. He hoped you didn’t crash too fast. The night was only getting started. 

You were a lightweight, already laughing away and chatting away like you already knew everyone in the room. Your body buzzed, and you could understand why people liked the feeling so much. But all the new sensations got overwhelming quickly. 

You were getting hot, beads of sweat dripping down your forehead and shirt clinging to your skin. Noticing, Dabi grabbed your hand, leaning into you. “Let’s step outside for a moment, c’mon.” 

You nodded your head and followed him, looking around at all the people and their different attire as he led you outside. You greedily inhaled the fresh air, relieved to get away from the clouds of smoke that were waiting for you back inside. 

“So.” He leaned back against the porch railing and looked at you. “How’re you handling Kai’s death? He was a piece of shit, but I’m sorry for your loss, I guess.” 

“Nothing.” You blurted out, feeling the giddiness you were feeling from the alcohol start to die down from the thought of your ex. 

Dabi looked at you, urging you with his eyes for you to explain. 

“I mean, I know that I should be more upset about it, sometimes I feel like a horrible person for not being torn up about it. But a little part of me feels... relieved.” You admitted, much to his shock. “I didn’t even want to be in a relationship with him, I just felt trapped, too pressured into staying with him to do anything. I guess a good chunk of it was because he wasn’t a good guy, not in the way most people thought him to be. I hated it, but could never do anything about it. And it just reminds me of my parents' relationship, pretending everything’s fine and dandy when it’s not. Felt like history repeating itself and I could do nothing about it.” 

Dabi listened in silence, processing everything you told him. It had to be the alcohol making you open up. He should’ve known you’d be a lightweight. 

You stopped and turned to him. “Sorry for ranting to you. I know what you’re thinking, poor little spoiled girl complaining about her life.” 

He shook his head. “No, I don’t think that. I know where you’re coming from.” He smiled bitterly. “The perfect ones are usually the ones with the most to hide.” 

You looked out at the other houses, each one worn down, in dire need of an upgrade. Despite not being in the best circumstances, you always admired how close Dabi’s community was.. “I’ve never thought of it that way. But you’re right… Thank you for understanding.”

Dabi nodded, brushing you off. “Yeah, whatever.” 

“No.” You walked over to him, having to look up at him. “I really do mean it. Thank you.” 

He bent down, a smirk making its way to his face. “If I didn’t know any better I’d think that you’re starting to take a liking to me.” 

A smile twisted your lips upwards. “Maybe I am,” you challenged, leaning up so you were almost kissing. 

“I would. But you’re not ready for that yet,” he mused. 

You always liked challenges. Before the logical side of you took over, the one you knew that would regret ever doing this, you closed your eyes, gently kissing him. 

Dabi immediately responded, arms wrapping around your waist, keeping you close until you looked like a couple making out with each other. A euphoric feeling rushed through him. Kissing you felt better than he ever imagined. 

You whined against his lips, grinding against him, your hands going to pull at his shirt. He groaned, slowly pulling away. You couldn’t tell it took all his willpower to do so. There were so many things he wanted to say, stuck in his throat, lingering on his smooth pink lips. But it wasn’t something that he wanted to say while you were drunk off your ass and most likely wouldn’t remember it the day after. 

He chuckled softly as you pouted, trying to kiss him again. “I thought you wanted me...” 

“I do want you.” You smiled as he pushed you against the wall, one hand balancing himself over you, pressing his forehead against yours. “But when I finally take you I want you to be aware. When I have you, you’ll be sober, and I’ll be the only thing that’s on your mind.”  

He gave you what you wanted, at least a little bit. A short, sweet kiss on the lips. Enough to feel the warmth of his mouth against your own, the faint taste of whiskey on his tongue. But it didn’t last as long as you would have liked. It was a teasing taste yet it still managed to take your breath away. 

Dabi looked smug as he pulled away, grabbing your hand. “Let’s get back inside. We’re missing all the fun.” 

You swore that you hated alcohol. Because once you did one shot, it was hard not to do another. Especially since you were in a rowdy crowd, basically pressing the small glass against your lips and encouraging you to drink it. In a blink of an eye one had turned into six. 

Everything all blurred together. You drank everything in the red solo cup that Dabi had given you. You couldn’t lie, you liked how the alcohol helped you get loose. You were dancing around, hugging the girls around you, cheering each other on and talking like you were close friends that have known each other for a while instead of complete strangers. 

You were grinding against Dabi, a rock and roll song your parents would’ve called the devil’s music and would beat you and send you directly to church if they knew what you were doing. 

Dabi wasn’t so different from Kai. But what made him more attractive was that he knew his flaws, and owned them with no hesitation. He didn’t hide behind a fake perfect appearance and you respected that. Maybe it was because he was off limits, or maybe it was because he felt like a breath of fresh air. 

The night flew by and you woke up on a raggedy old couch, your head pounding like a drum. The small house reeked of bad decisions. The scent of marijuana and alcohol blended together, and it did nothing but make your head pound even more in protest. You’d never had a hangover before, but you were relieved that you had enough experience taking care of Kai to know what to do. This was just the first time you were on the receiving end of it. You sat up, panicking when you saw someone walking out the hallway. 

Messy short blonde hair sticking up in every direction, a scar running down his forehead, you could tell that it’s been healed for a long time but even now it looked painful. He was wearing a white wife beater and black sweatpants, holding a half drank beer bottle in his hand. 

He paused for a second, obviously not expecting to come out to his living room to see someone sitting up on their couch so early in the morning. He took the cigar out of his mouth, letting out a puff and pointing it at you. “You look familiar. You were with Dabi, right?” 

Flustered, you nodded, getting off the couch. “Yes, I’m so sorry, I’ve never really drank that much before.” 

He shrugged. “It happens all the time. There’s a first time for everything.” 

You smiled nervously, looking around. You were glad that you hadn’t brought any valuables, because you would have surely lost it. “Dabi…” Did you kiss him last night?

Confused, he just decided to brush it off. “Take your time, kid. Don’t push yourself too hard, the first hangover is always the worst,” he warned.

“I won’t… Do you need help with anything? This seems like a lot of work to do for one person.” The place was trashed. Empty alcohol bottles thrown everywhere, trash and cigarette buts littered the ground, empty pizza boxes on the counter and floor. You tried to ignore the murky colored stains on the carpet. You’d feel guilty if you just left in this condition. 

“Nah. I have a few others coming over later on to help, thanks. But you know, come crash here anytime. You’re the only one that’s passed out here and offered to help clean up. I like you already.” 

Remembering the time, you were glad that he didn’t accept your offer. Your parents were most likely losing their minds right now. You smiled, waving him goodbye as you left. You liked him too, he seemed like a nice guy. Most of the people you knew would have lost it if a random person was still in their house after a party. Now that you had been in that position, you were glad he wasn’t one of those people. 

Rushing to your home, you knew how bad it was going to look. It was mid afternoon, you were supposed to be back home hours ago. First thing in the morning. You tried thinking of excuses you could use when you 

Your mother was pacing back and forth across the living room, and your father was sitting on the 

“You’re late, young lady.” He said in his stern voice. 

“I’m sorry, I lost track of time! It’s just, everything is slowly starting to go back to normal and I almost forgot how that feels.” You said honestly, hoping for once they’d let this slide. 

After blowing her nose, your mother rushed over to you, pulling you into a tight hug. “You know what happened to Kai! We just don’t want anything to happen to you as well.” 

“I’m an adult -” 

‘That still lives in our house. Which means you follow our rules. Now go upstairs.” 

Groaning, you begrudgingly did as you were told and went up to your room. You didn’t regret what you did, you needed to feel normal for once. So if you had to stay holed up in your room for a few days before your ridiculously strict father gave you permission to go out again, you would gladly do it. 

You glanced at your little brother as you walked past, who looked up at you with a smile. “If it helps, Miss. Fields baked a pie for you, as a get better soon gift, she said. 

Smiling, you ruffled his hair. “Well next time you stay over there tell her I said thank you.” 

The next few days passed slowly, and you found yourself staring up at the ceiling waiting for time to pass. Even if you didn’t agree with it, you understood that they were just worried about you. It still was upsetting, all you had was to reread your books. 

Your prayer was answered on Saturday night. You were in your room, having just finished dinner when there was a knock on the door. You didn’t think anything of it, it had been a few weeks sense Kai’s death and neighbors were still checking up asking how you were. 

“Is (Y/n) home?” You immediately perked up when you heard your friend’s voice. “We were going to take her to the drive-in as a surprise since everything that’s happened…” She trailed off, looking at your parents. She didn’t want to mention Kai’s name just in case. 

You were shocked, rushing down the stairs towards your friends who were talking to your parents. 

“I don’t know.” Your father sighed, shaking his head. “Now’s not really a good time. 

“Please!” You looked at your parents eagerly, you could tell your friends in the back were helping your cause, eagerly looking up at them. “We’ll take good care of (Y/n), Mr. and Mrs. (L/n)!” 

“Yeah, we won’t let her out of our site!” Chimed your other friend. 

Sighing, your father looked at your mother. When she gave a nod of her head he turned back to you. “Oh, alright. Go have fun.” 

“But not for too long!” Your mother added. “We expect you to be home before midnight.” Your three friends cheered, thanking your parents and quickly pulling you away before they could change their mind. 

You left the house laughing, linking arms with them as you skipped over to your friend's car. You sat in the back of your friend’s cherry red car, resting your head against the tan leather seat, enjoying the wind blowing in your hair as they drove off.

The drive in was one of the very few places you’d see everyone hanging out together. It was filled with either groups of friends like yours goofing around and enjoying the movie on the screen, or couples making out and hooking up in the back of their cars. 

“I’m going to go get a coke,” you told your friends once the car was parked. The line wasn’t too long, thankfully. Getting there at just the perfect time. You were about to get in the line, and perked up when you saw a familiar blond, deciding you’d go up to him real quick before you got your drink. 

You didn’t recognize anyone else in the group, but you thought it would be good to say hi to Keigo. He had been nothing but nice to you, after all. He was in the middle of a conversation, shrugging off his leather jacket and flipping it over his shoulder. 

It was rude to snoop, and you were just about to walk away when you heard your ex’s name. 

“So is it true? Dabi’s the one that finally took that Chisaki brat out?” They were gathered in a circle, all of them looking at him eagerly. 

“Yeah,” Keigo chuckled. “It was a real shit show, but you know Dabi. He only gave him what that shit head deserved.” 

“And stole his girl too.” Another added, making the group burst into laughter.

You stepped back, covering your mouth as you felt nauseous. You couldn’t believe that you’d given Dabi the benefit of the doubt, or any of his friends, for that matter. You just didn’t want to admit the rumors of them being dangerous was true. But now - you had to get out of here. And as much as you and Kai left on bad terms, he deserved justice. Well, his family at least deserved to know what happened that night. 

There was a guy with light blue hair and red eyes standing beside Keigo noticed you first. He nudged him, staring at you but Keigo was too into telling the story to notice until he hit his arm.

“Huh?” Golden eyes flickered towards you. “Oh, hey, (Y/n). I don’t know how much you heard but it isn’t what it sounds li-” He didn’t even get to finish his sentence when you turned around and made a b-line to where your friends were waiting for you. 

You didn’t hear him swearing to himself, pushing his friends back and going to the nearest payphone to alert Dabi of what was about to happen. 

You shakily returned to your group of friends, who looked concerned. “You look shaken up! Did one of those guys bother you again? I thought you went to get a coke.” 

Shaking your head, you leaned against the car. “No, nothing happened. They were out. I just saw someone who looked like Kai and it shook me up a little.” You felt bad for lying to your friends, especially when they looked at you like you were a wounded puppy. 

“Oh. If that’s the case do you want to go home?” Your friend on the driver's side spoke up first. 

You immediately nodded, glad you found a way out. “Yeah, I don't feel so great, so I’m just going to head back early. Don’t worry though! You guys stay here!” 

They looked hesitant. “Are you sure? We don’t mind leaving early, it’s no problem driving you there instead of walking.” 

You smiled and nodded, hugging them all. “I’ll be fine, it’s only about a fifteen minute walk, anyways. Besides, I need the fresh air,” you reassured them. Even though they weren’t sure about it, you were relieved that they let you go. 

Dabi’s place was around a half hour away. You walked there slowly, despite hearing the sound of thunder in the distance. Your parents would be wanting you home earlier cause of the rain, and would be scolding you for leaving your friends, but that was the least of your concerns. 

You were shaking even before the rain started. You were so furious that you weren’t thinking straight. Logically, you knew that you should’ve called the police, but you needed to hear it from him first. That it was true. 

Rain was pouring down as you stormed towards the front door, pounding on it as hard as you could. When there was a moment of silence, you starting knocking against it with both of your hands. “Dabi!” You screamed out. “Come on! I know you’re in there.” 

Dabi answered it wearing a white wife beater, exposing his muscles. “Well, well.” He crossed his arms, a lit cigarette dangling between his lips. “Finally come around, huh?” 

You pushed your wet hair out of your face as you looked up at him. “It was you! I know you killed him!” You were shaking as you stepped closer so he could hear you talk. “You shot Kai.”

He feigned innocence with a look of confusion. “Doll, I’m a lot of things but a killer isn’t one of them.” 

“Don’t lie to me! I know you did it! I --” You stopped for a second. You really didn’t have any hard proof that he did anything, besides overhearing something his friend said. “--I heard it. I just know. Keigo himself confirmed it.” 

Dabi laughed, playfully blowing smoke in your face. You immediately stepped back, waving it away. "So, what? You came here by yourself without any evidence, no backup, nothing, accusing me of murdering your ex boyfriend? That's cute. Now get your ass in here before you get yourself sick."

You knew it wasn't a good idea to do it. You should have said no and left, taking your chances out in the pouring rain, but you let him grab your wrist and pull you inside. 

“I don’t know if you remember the other night.” He went over to a closet and got out a towel, throwing it to you as you just stood there, water dripping. “But I wasn’t lying when I said I care about you, (Y/n).” 

Drying yourself off, you hesitantly sat down beside him when he patted the seat next to him on the couch. “I’m not sure what to believe anymore.” 

“You know why I go by Dabi, (Y/n)?” You shook your head, confused. You thought that was his name, everyone called him that. 

He smiled bitterly. "You might know me better as Touya."

You gasped. "Touya Todoroki? Like that boy who went missing years back?" It had been on the news for months when it happened, but as time went by they just considered him dead and the hype lowered considerably until people stopped talking about it all together.  

He nodded. "That's me. I ran away. I was homeless for a good month or two before I ran into Keigo and he helped me out. Took me in, made sure my bastard father would never find me. I tried to get my siblings out of there too but wasn't able to. Old man would have had me thrown into jail, or worse."

You felt horrible for him, though you were still confused. "I'm glad you got out of there... " You almost added the word safely but didn't. There was nothing safe about Dabi. "But why are you telling me this?"

The male shrugged in response, rolling the blunt. “You may not believe it, but I like you, doll, I really do. That’s why I want to help you, you remind me of myself in a way.”

Looking at what he was doing, you were shocked when he pressed the joint against your lips, the lighter in his other hand. “Inhale, but don’t do it too hard. Don’t want you to take too big a hit your first time.”

Dabi laughed as you broke into a fit of coughs. You don’t know what it was about Dabi that he managed to convince you to do things you’d normally never do, even when you were on edge. Not even Kai could get you to do things like that, no matter how hard he tried to persuade you. 

Just after a few minutes your mouth was dry and your eyes were red. It was a strange feeling, getting high. Everything felt so light. And when Dabi got you a glass of water, you just drank it, not noticing the bubbles in the water that weren’t supposed to be there, from the pill that just dissolved in it. 

After a minute or so, you were starting to feel different already. Your body felt heavy, like you couldn’t move because there was something heavy on top of you. Hazily, you looked at Dabi who had a grin on his face, making it clear that he had something to do with how you were feeling. 

“Wanna know something?” He pulled you into his arms and you groaned, lolling your head back as you were now on his lap. “I did kill that motherfucker you used to call a boyfriend. You wanna know why? He showed up in our spot shitfaced, pulled a knife on Shigaraki, waving it around claiming that he’d be doing the world a favor if he just killed him. Me too, for trying to take you away from him when he charged. So I took out my gun and shot him. Of course him and Kei helped me cover it up, him and his shitty friends deserve to die anyway, and we weren’t about to go down for that.”  

Numbly, you tried to turn away from him. A singular tear fell down your cheek, and you inwardly cringed as his thumb wiped it away and he cooed at you. “Aw, don’t worry, I don’t blame you. Not a bit, you were just blind to his true nature. He didn’t deserve you, hell, I don’t either. But that’s the difference between me and your ex, I’m willing to take what I want. Now get some rest, baby. You’re gonna need it.” 

You tried to fight the drug coursing in your system, your eyelids growing heavy as you barely realized that he was carrying you to his bedroom. You were out like a light the second you hit his bed.  

You knew you fucked up the moment you woke up. Your head throbbed in pain, your arms were uncomfortably above your head, and a cloth had been shoved into your mouth and tied around the back of your head. Aside from that, you would have been comfortable. You were dry, clothes no longer clinging to your skin. Instead of wearing an oversized shirt you could tell by the scent of ash that it wasn’t yours.

Dabi, you thought.

The thought about him sent a surge of panic to go through you, and you tried to sit up, only to be pulled back, a sharp pain shooting through your wrists. You were gagged and cuffed to his bed, it took your hazy mind a minute to process it. The moment you did you began to panic, thrashing around on his bed, kicking the blankets back as you did.

Dabi walked in a few minutes later, smoking another cigarette once again. 

He chuckled, sitting down on the edge of the bed and observing you. “You know, I’ve always had a thing for ya.” You were still struggling against the cuffs and screaming against the gag, but he was just admiring your beauty, paying it no mind. “I knew from the minute you walked past me that I would wife you up. Maybe that’s one trait I got from my old man. Todorokis can always appreciate beauty when we see it, and we always have to have it.” 

For a moment, you stopped struggling. You didn’t like the way he looked at you, like you were his most prized possession. It made chills go down your spine. 

“Won’t that be nice, doll? I can see it already. We’ll work together perfectly, you'll be such a good mommy, taking care of our kids. I'll always be there, making sure we always have bread on our table. And don't worry, I'll take care of you, my own little housewife."

You shook your head, trying to move away from him. There were so many things wrong with that sick fantasy of his. For starters, you despised the idea of being a housewife for anyone, let alone him. You had planned a future for yourself, waiting to hear back if you’d get the scholarship so you could leave this town once and for all. 

You started to cry, and not just because he was tearing your clothes to shreds with his pocket knife, trailing it down bare skin to show you what could happen if you squirmed around too much.

It made you feel a little better thinking this was always bound to happen. You wouldn't be surprised if he planned to kidnap you with the help of his best friends. Fate just hated you, going from one trapped relationship to the next.  

I hate you, you screamed in your mind.         

You couldn’t say anything with the gag in your mouth, but Dabi was still amused at the muffled swears that flew out of you as he placed his warm hands on your breasts. Licking his lips as his eyes scanned your bare body. You didn’t miss the predatory gleam in his eye, feeling like a prey about to get devoured by a ravenous beast. 

“You know, I wanted to kill the mother fucker long before I did just for kissing you.” Feeling himself getting heated at the thought of your ex, he shook it off. “That doesn't matter anymore, because I’m going to have the rest of your firsts.” 

Tears burned in your eyes as his warm hands ran down your body. His cerulean eyes connected with yours as he rubbed your slit, chuckling when you gasped and almost closed your thighs around his hand. “Are you scared, baby? Never been given the pleasure that you deserve before, huh?” 

You wanted to deny it, but you couldn’t get yourself to shake your head as he gently rubbed your clit with thumb. Smiling at your small moan, he slowly pushed his finger inside you, making your eyes go wide. 

“So tight. You’re doing so good,” he praised,slipping another finger inside you and began pumping his fingers. You started to whimper as you felt your stomach get all warm from the pleasure. You’d touched yourself a few times before, but it had never felt like that. “Yeah? You like it, huh?” His fingers were starting to get coated with your juices he finally pulled away. He licked his fingers, groaning at the taste of your pussy. “Oh yeah, you’re definitely ready now.” 

You went stiff when he stood back up, slowly taking off his clothes. There were tattoos on his chest and stomach, and you tried to distract yourself as he completely got naked. You didn’t understand why Dabi was doing this, he was extremely attractive, You knew he had no problem getting girls, so you didn’t understand why he was doing this to you. 

“You’re mine,” he said softly before he pushed into you. Your eyes went wide, not used to the sudden intrusion. It hurt, but it wasn’t entirely unpleasant given how wet he’d gotten you. It took all his will power to continue the slow pace sinking into you. His cock throbbing as your walls sucked him in. The sting was still there as he bottomed into you, but he waited. When he shifted and you didn’t cringe, he started to thrust into you. 

It was confusing, your mind spinning from the mixed signals your body was sending you. But Dabi knew what he was doing, knew exactly what to do to make your body open up to him. You couldn’t tell if  that was worse or not, trying to get you to accept him by using your body. His hips pressed against yours with each testing thrust. 

He undid your gag and threw it to the ground, pressing his lips against your own as he kept a steady pace that worked for the both of you. The sound of skin slapping against skin started to fill the room, ringing in your ears as he groaned. 

“Fuck, Dabi!” You cried out, clenching your fists together, overwhelmed at everything that you were feeling. It felt good, as much as you didn’t want to admit it. The pleasure making your sensitive body shake. “I think I’m gonna -” 

“Cum.” He growled. He’d already been so close, but until he felt you cum around his cock he wasn’t going to yet. 

You nearly screamed as you felt yourself unravel, your toes curling from the sheer force of your first orgasm. You swore you felt tears in your eyes from it, shaking as Dabi quickly followed, his cum thick and warm shooting inside you. 

It took a lot out of you, barely noticing the way his hand pressed against your stomach, looking down at you with a strange look in his eye. It was wishful thinking, but you prayed that your first time wasn’t enough to get you pregnant. Your high was gone quickly, the weight of what just happened crashing into you hard, almost feeling numb. 

He was panting, rolling over before pulling you into his arms. You winced, feeling like your sweaty body was glued to  his own as your back was pressed against his chest. 

“I love you,” Dabi said softly as he kissed your neck, closing his eyes. 

Tears ran down your face as he started to fall asleep. You just laid there, still cuffed to his bed. A position that you knew you’d have to get used to.

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[temptacioun]

hidden yandere’s that fuck up majorly —

drenched in blood and casually poking the corpse at the ground with their feet, knife still in hand and the dropping of blood to the puddle on the pavement haunts your ears.

their brows go up in surprise before they fake a pout, dropping the weapon and shuffling closer. you can’t even move, frozen to the ground in fear while their arms curl around your midsection and pull you into their chest.

“don’t look— it needed to be done.” hands shift to grab your shoulders and force you to look at them. they’re smiling, eyes hopeful. but there’s a slight hint of desperation in their voice when they speak again. “you still love me, right? tell me — tell me you still love me.”

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[bakubunny]

Hey bunny! Which yandere daddy's/uncle/brother has a high protocol dynamic with strict consequences? Katsuki? Izuku? Kirishima? (Outside of a maybe aizawa) ty!

kirishima definitely. i see dom!kiri in general as someone who could handle or might even want a high protocol dynamic, though i think it would depend a little on who he's with. (though i don't usually write him that way because i don't prefer them.)

yandere dad bf!kiri is controlling and doling out consequences like nobody's business. there's a good bit of gaslighting in there too if i'm honest. he's sweet but manipulative, more intelligent and ahead of you than he lets on.

yandere dad bf!izuku is another one who i think is high protocol, though i'm curious on @dcsiremc's opinion on that. very strict, very controlling, so many little rules that it's dizzying.... and perhaps there are so many because he wants a reason to punish you... but you don't need to know that. also very gaslighty and manipulative.

katsuki, i haven't really thought about, though i don't see him as high protocol, yandere or not. as a dom, i don't think he values control over people more than he values success or getting what he wants, and those things don't necessarily overlap. if he wants control over anything, it's himself and his environment rather than strictly controlling his captive darling.

yandere!tenya (dad bf or not) on the other hand... oh honey. he's probably the strictest, but i don't really see him as one who's as manipulative as kiri or izu. but when i say strict, i mean this man watches your every movement when he's in the room and corrects it. your posture, the way you hold your fork, the way you sit, the way you pour his evening drink, and the way you stand quietly making yourself more of an object than a person. every hair and item of clothing better be perfectly in place and your makeup done the second he walks in the door. be ready to greet him exactly as he's trained you if you don't want consequences. (bonus hc: (yan!)enji also falls into this category.)

tokoyami and shinso are the type of doms who prefer high protocol no matter what way you cut it... unless they perhaps have a sub who doesn't do well with strict protocols and punishments. it's their preference (and fumi specifically really shines in this area), however i like to think they're both okay with a less strict dynamic as well. fumi is a bit more strict than hitoshi, though.

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