this real simple, I write dark yandere content, specifically for my hero academia and Jujustu Kaisen
asks are always open
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rules, not many however if it is something myself and others who read it could become uncomfortable by I won't write it. but please do send it to my mailbox or message me because you never know.
these are little blurbs about Gojo, Geto and Kento being yandere
warnings- yandere, mentions of abuse, captivity, fem reader
This is part 1! Part 2 will have Kento and Toji + any requests!
THIS IS STRAIGHT FROM MY OTHER ACCOUNT, gwen-is-in-love
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SATORU GOJO
Gojo is the type of yandere boyfriend who is extremely toxic, delusional and manipulative.
Gojo is probably a 6/10 dangerous level, that's only because his delusions of you loving him are too strong for him to think otherwise. So, the most he'll do gaslight and mock you (if you really tick him off he will lock you in your shared bedroom until you 'cool down')
Gojo as a yandere never stops smiling. It's sickening. While you try to push and shove his taller frame away from you, he will just look down at you with that condescending smile.
Gojo also lives in the delusion that he knows what's best for you. Taking away your friends, family and whole ass career was what was best for you! Now you actually have time for him!
Gojo still has the golden retriever vibe, until he snaps. He is only so kind and smiley before you push his limits. He will joke and tease you to stop before he 'gets mad' and if you miss that warning, it doesn't end up in your favour.
Gojo lovessss to gaslight you! Besides teasing and mocking you, this is his most favourite activity of his! You're just so cute when you get riled up. You cheeks turn that shade of pink, your hands and clench and you even stomp your foot, just like a bunny!
Gojo needs his darling to be someone who will love him the way he loves them! While Gojo loves your little temper tantrums and the little pouts you give him when you just want to go home, at the end of the day, he will get you to love him.
SUGURU GETO
Geto is the type of yandere to be insanely complex and possessive while still being the charismatic cult leader he is.
Geto would be a solid 10/10 danger level. There are many reasons to the easy conclusion I have reached.
it would be impossible to escape the cult
Geto is known for being strong, so good like trying to kill him
it would be impossible to escape the cult
Geto would unleash his curses upon you
t would be impossible to escape the cult
Moving on, I feel it would be a pain to even try to argue with Geto. With his slow, soft speaking voice, it would only feel as if he were mocking/talking to you like you're a child with the contrasting way you yell back at him, so good luck trying to get your point across.
Geto would have 2 ideal darlings. The first ideal darling would be someone who was raised into the cult. A more naive girl which he can shape and mould as he chooses. This darling would be so precious to him and never dare to escape. The other type would still be a follower but one who is more tired or at least has seen what the world provides and instead, becomes further trapped in Geto's cult and his embrace.
Geto never keeps you alone. He doesn't trust you. He is either in the room, has follower of his standing outside the door or even has a curse inside the room if you haven't been behaving.
Following on from his 'ideal darling', Geto would provide you two options of life: Be his devoted follower in which Geto fills you with his love or be the brat locked in the room with his most disgusting curses. The options yours.
KENTO NANAMI
Kento is the type of yandere to be cold, calculating and insanely strict.
We know Kento to be a person who hates working overtime. The same goes for when he comes home to you after a long day. If you haven't done your chores which involve cleaning, cooking, folding and anything else to tidy up the house, you will greatly cause Kento to get into more of a sour mood than he already is. Expect a stern talking to and even a spanking.
Kento would therefore be, a solid 8/10 danger level. This number is high because of the factors of Kento being more likely to lay his hand on you and discipline you. The number is only an 8 because his intent is never to greatly hurt you, just to discipline you.
Kento is terrifying when you displease him. It is just like the quite before the storm. he looks at you with those cold eyes and his lips turn into a frown, moments before he disciplines you.
Kento is very possessive of you as well. Like Gojo, he believes cutting off your access to the world is for your own good, Kento fully believes that he is even protecting you from your poor judgement of the world.
Kento is a yandere who you never know what his next move is. He would pull you into bed for your to ly on his chest, he could pull you onto his lap and snuggle with you and even take care of you when you're not feeling well.
this is more set where their darling hasn't warmed up to them yet
warnings- captive reader, darling reader, yandere mha readers, kinda depressed reader? she wants to go home
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Kirishima
You’re curled up on the couch, face buried in your knees, silent tears running down your cheeks. The room is quiet except for your soft, shaky breaths. He leans against the doorway, his shadow falling across you.
“So this is how it is, huh?” Kirishima’s voice is low. He steps closer, boots scuffing against the floor, and you flinch instinctively. He crouches a few feet away, hands resting on his knees, eyes locked on you.
“Crying again… for what? Huh?” His tone isn’t gentle, “I don’t want to see you like this. I didn’t keep you here to have you snivelling on my floor.”
You sniffle, trying to pull yourself together, but he doesn’t let you hide. His eyes narrow slightly, and he leans closer, so close that his presence presses against you like heat.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you.” Your eyes flick up at him, damp and wary. He grabs your chin, not harshly, but enough to force your gaze toward him.
“This isn’t about your feelings, okay? I do what’s best for you. You’re mine now. That means I decide what you need… and I can see that right now, you’re not thinking straight.” There’s a pause. His jaw tightens, and he lets go of your chin, though he doesn’t step back.
“I know the world’s scary out there. Too many people would take advantage of you. But here? Here, you’re safe. And that means listening to me.” His words are harsh, but his eyes soften slightly.
“So stop crying”
Hawks
You’re sitting on the edge of the armchair, shoulders hunched, letting quiet tears slip without noticing him. Keigo leans against the doorframe, wings folded and golden eyes scanning every detail of your posture.
“Crying again?” His voice is soft but sharp. He steps inside slowly, boots barely making a sound. The feathers on his wings rustle as he moves, and you flinch, trying to wipe your tears quickly.
He crouches a little, bringing himself to your level, and tilts his head, studying your face. There’s something unsettling in the calmness of his gaze, the certainty in his stance.
“You think this is for your own good, right? Out there, you’d get crushed in a second. But here, you’re under my eyes. You’re protected… and that means you follow my rules.”
He continues.
“I won’t let anyone touch you. Not them, not yourself. You’re mine to keep safe, and if that makes you cry, then I’ll deal with it.” Keigo tilts his head again, a faint smile brushing his lips ,more amusement than warmth.
“I didn’t bring you here to coddle you. I brought you here because the world is cruel. And I… I decide what’s right for you, whether you like it or not.” He stands again, brushing past you to adjust the blinds, letting slivers of sunlight fall across the room, but never taking his eyes off you.
“So stop crying. You won’t survive out there, but here… here, you have me. And that’s what matters.”
Dabi
The faint smell of smoke drifts from the doorway as he leans casually against it, hands shoved in pockets. You try to sniffle quietly, hoping he hasn’t noticed.
“You crying?” His voice is flat, almost bored, but the sharpness beneath it cuts deep. He steps forward slowly, “Don’t bother wiping it. I can see it anyway.”
He crouches slightly, tilting his head. He studies you for a moment. Almost enjoying this state of you. But his smirk soon faulters.
“You think I brought you here to let you wail all day?.” He steps closer, His eyes flick down at your hands, then back up to your face, and you feel the weight of his scrutiny.
“I don’t care if you like it. I don’t care if you don’t. The world’s too rough for someone like you… ” A small smirk tugs at his lips, harsh and cruel, but he doesn’t touch you. Just his presence presses against you, controlling the space, keeping you in line.
Shigaraki
He freezes when he sees you curled up on the couch, tears slipping silently. His body itches when he hears that annoying sound.
“Stop it.” The command is weak, almost a whisper, but your chest tightens at it. He moves forward, crouching just out of reach, eyes dark, analysing you.
“You’re safe here. You’re… with me. But this crying? It’s not helping anyone.” He leans closer, the room feeling smaller with his presence. His hands hover near the air around you, wanting so badly to touch you, to provide comfort to you.
“So stop. Stop crying. Look at me and understand. I’m the only one who decides what’s best for you. You’ll learn. You have to. You don’t have a choice.”
Bakugo
He storms into the room like fire, voice sharp, hands clenched at his sides. The instant he sees your tears, his anger doesn’t vanish — it morphs into a controlling, intense glare.
“What the hell are you crying for?” He steps closer, breathing heavy, fists tightening at his sides. There’s no softness in his voice, but the tension is thick, suffocating.
“You’re not leaving. Not yet. And you’re not getting to act like you’re helpless.” He kneels beside you, not touching, but close enough that his presence presses into you, heat radiating.
“I don’t care if you think you’re scared. That’s your problem. I decide what’s safe. And right now, this—this room, this situation, me watching over you, that’s what’s safe.” His jaw tightens, teeth clenched, eyes blazing, “Crying like this doesn’t make you strong. It doesn’t make you clever. It just proves you need me. And I don’t tolerate weakness where I keep my people.”
He leans slightly forward, gaze intense and unwavering. “So dry your eyes. Sit up. Listen to me. I said you’re staying. And you will obey me , because I’m the one in control here. Got it?”
warnings- yandere themes, fem reader, captive reader, suggestive themes
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Bakugo
“Katsuki” — he wants to hear it soft, personal, vulnerable. He hates hearing his last name; it feels distant.
“Babe” / “Baby” — only from you. He’d snap if someone else called him that. When you say it, it feels like surrender.
“Say it again. I like it when you say my name like that — like you actually mean it.”
Hawks
“Keigo” — he melts when you say it. It’s intimate, private, the name only you get to use.
“Love” — his favourite. It sounds so domestic when it comes from your lips. If you say it while distracted, he’ll stop what he’s doing just to smile.
“Call me love again."
Dabi
“Toya” — it’s rare he lets anyone call him that, but if you do? He’s gone. That’s the name tied to his pain, and you using it means you see him. This is a name you can only call him a few months into the whole....ordeal.
“Daddy” — it is not about kink, but about control. It’s a word that makes him feel like he finally has power over you.
“Baby” — he says it to you constantly, but when you use it on him, he gets quiet — like it hits deeper than he expected.
“No one calls me that anymore… but you can. You make it sound like it still means something.”
Shigaraki
“Tomura” — his obsession with you is rooted in identity, he wants you to recognize him, not the monster the world sees.
“Sweetheart” — twisted irony. He likes when you say it timidly; it makes him feel like he’s finally normal, like he can play pretend.
“You said my name like you were scared. Don’t be. I’d never hurt you — not unless you make me.”
All for one
“Master” —He doesn’t see it as demeaning, to him, it’s natural. He expects Tomura to call him that, and so will you.
“Dear” — what he let's you say in public, like a disguise for what you really are to him.
“Say it again, my dear. Louder. You’re mine — and the world deserves to hear it.”
Kirishima
“Eiji” — he wants something soft and affectionate, a nickname that sounds like a secret between you two.
“My hero” — his favourite. It feeds that protective delusion. that you need him. It's true that it could make you cringe inside, but you don't want to upset him now do you?
“Yeah, that’s right. Your hero’s here. Don’t ever forget who keeps you safe.”
Denki
“Lovebug” — something cutesy and a bit childish. It keeps his delusion alive that everything between you is lighthearted.
“Honey” — he uses it constantly for you, and when you finally say it back, he gets this shaky, almost desperate smile.
“That’s all I needed to hear. You still love me, right? Right?”
Aizawa
“Shouta” — he doesn’t let everyone call him that. When you do, it’s soft, quiet, and it tames him for a moment.
“Daddy” — not in a teasing way, he takes it seriously, as a symbol of control and protection. You saying it means you’ve given up fighting him.
“There you go. That’s better. When you call me that, I know you understand who’s in charge.”
warnings- captive reader, mentions of sa/dubcon acts, headcannons.
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Bakugo
Okay.
Bakugo doesn't want you to sit around all day and act like a doll but he sure as hell won't take any attitude you give him.
He wants someone he can give his love to and for that person to accept it. Because Bakugo doesn't want to go around hurting you because you've been acting like a bratty bitch.
So, give him a peck on the cheek when he comes back from work, sit in his lap and snuggle with him when he rants about his work and compliantly spread your legs open when he needs you as his stress outlet.
Hawks
Keigo demands more.
Weather you were dating him already or he kidnapped you, he expects you to reciprocate the love he has given you within that month. And that isn't limited to kissing him and being compliant, he wants you to go out of your way to show your love and appreciation that you have for him!
To further this, he also expects you to help around the house, as his ideal darling (you), is his little perfect housewife. So, do the chores without asking, make his favourite dinner, pick a movie for later that night, don't mention going outside and Keigo will give you whatever you wish for. Within reason.
Dabi
Now unlike how I may have written him before, I like to see Dabi as someone wanting a gentle darling.
Because he has trauma and other issues going on, so a darling who is gentle is ideal. Look, he will hurt you if he has to. But he doesn't want to. He doesn't want to break you, no, he wants you to love him on your own terms.
Let him cuddle with you, let him fondle with your chest, let him have his way with you and let him keep you safe from the horrors of the world.
Shigaraki
Shigaraki mostly took you because you were cute and worked at his favourite corner store, but he grew feelings once he actually took you.
He doesn't have an 'ideal darling'. If your bratty he will fuck it out of you and if your compliant, that's cool i guess. This is because when he took you, you became that bar of expectations.
Your timid, your scared, you want to please him. You're so cute! So shy, so soft, so warm but you don't flinch as much as he thought you would. You're scared, yes. But he doesn't always...hurt you.
Another factor which made you set the bar, was how understanding you are. Although you may not be caring about what he says, Tomura feels comfort from you. You have choice no choice let him rant about heroes and his day and his masters plans, and while you listen and nod and play with his hair, he falls more in love with you and you become more like the perfect darling their ever was.
All for one
He doesn't care if you love him or not, he will take what you won't give.
In fact, I believe he loves a darling who pushes his buttons to much, who cries to loud, who cusses at him to much and gives in to little.
It is thrilling for him. But what is most of all, is how cute you are.
A small little darling, all for him to keep! Your eyes flood with tears, your lips pout and your weak arms try to push him away. It's exactly what he loves about this whole ideal!
So keep fighting and crying! Your making him happy, and getting the reaction you defenitely don't want.
Kirishima
This guy is pretty similar to hawks ideal darling.
A kind girl who is so caring, and cries tears of joy when he comes home (instead of those filled with hate) is what he craves!
Of course, he would love if you helped around the house and become that outlet of stress for him to use after a particularly hard shift, but what he wants more is for you to become comfortable around and love him.
The chores can be completed later, right know, he needs to hear those pretty words falls of those pretty lips of yours.
Denki
Denki is a perverted freak.
That's how I see him. So he will mold you to being his ideal darling if you don't make a move to become it.
He wants you a bit shy, cos that's cute.
He won't mind some crying, if that's from how good he makes you feel.
Oh! and try your best to fuel his ego! Act all innocent and he will faun over you, idolize him, he'll fall in love all over again.
Follow those steps, and you won't get a painful zap from him.
Aizawa
Aizawa does not have the time of day to deal with any disrespect or rebellious acts.
His ideal darling is not someone reckless or filled with attitude of any kind. He wants to come home to a clean house, and you waiting for him.
You don't to act all innocent and cute. That amount of dumbness you have will irritate him. Essentially, the ideal darling for him, means you will have to walk on eggshells for a while until your reach it.
Because he will never outrightly say what he wants you to be or act like it, you will have to keep guessing until one day he doesn't try to confine you in that scarf of his.
All the yandere with a suicidal darling basically the darling given up on physically escaping and has decided to kill themselves to escape in death or them with a darling who finally snaps and loses there mind and does care what happens anymore like this
can do!
warnings: yandere themes, slight suicidal themes
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All for one
The room was silent except for the faint hum of machines.
Darling sat in the corner, motionless, eyes unfocused on the dark floor beneath them. For days, weeks, maybe, there had been pleading, struggling, small bursts of defiance. Now there was nothing.
All For One’s voice, once smooth and commanding, faltered when he spoke.
“Why are you not speaking to me?” No answer. Just a dull blink. You weren’t afraid anymore, weren’t angry either. It was worse than that, you were simply gone inside.
For the first time in years, All For One felt something like unease. His power, his control, his grand designs all of it meant nothing in the face of the silence he’d created. He reached out, fingertips hovering near their cheek, and pulled back when they didn’t even flinch.
Shigaraki
The controller clattered to the floor. You didn’t react.
Shigaraki had screamed at you again, something about loyalty, about how you didn’t appreciate him, about how no one ever did. But when he turned to see you blankly staring at the wall, eyes blank, mouth slightly open as if words had once lived there and died long ago, something inside him froze.
He stepped closer, trembling hands reaching out, then pulling back before touching your shoulder. “Hey... come on, don’t ignore me like that.”
Still nothing.
He crouched down, his voice softer than he’d ever meant it to be. “You’re not... mad, right?”
You blinked slowly. Then you turned your head toward him, and smiled. But it wasn’t a smile at all. It was the hollow, tired kind that people wear when they’ve given up on being human.
Dabi
The flames had gone out hours ago. Smoke clung to the air, curling lazily through the broken room.
You sat on the floor, knees pulled close, staring into nothing. Dabi leaned against the wall opposite, his usual smirk long gone. He’d yelled earlier. Said things he didn’t mean or maybe he did, once. But now, as the quiet stretched, all he could hear was his own heartbeat and the faint sound of their shallow breathing.
He pushed off the wall. “You can say something, y’know. You always have something to say.”
You turned their head slowly, eyes glassy. “I’m tired, Dabi.”
Two words. Soft. Flat. And they hit him harder than any insult, any tear, any punch could have. He opened his mouth, but no words came. The burn scars on his face seemed to sting, as if even his skin was ashamed of what he’d done.
When he finally sat beside you, his hand hovering just above your shoulder, you didn’t even flinch.
Aizawa
You don’t even look up when he enters the room. The faint sound of his boots, the rustle of his scarf, they used to make you tense, ready to explain, to beg, to defend. Now, you just sit there, still and silent.
“Didn’t I tell you to eat?” Aizawa’s voice is low, roughened by irritation. He sets down a tray on the table, but you don’t move. Not even to acknowledge him.
He sighs and crouches in front of you. His eyes scan your face, searching for the spark you used to have the spark he thought he could protect by keeping you close. But there’s nothing now. Just that dull, distant look.
When he grabs your wrist, there’s no resistance. You let him. You let everything happen, because what’s the point?
“I’m trying to help you,” he mutters.
You only whisper, “It doesn’t matter anymore.”
Deku
He’s frantic when you don’t respond to him.
You used to cry, scream, fight. Now you sit on the edge of the bed, still and quiet, your eyes fixed on the floor. His voice cracks as he says your name over and over, but you don’t look up.
“Hey—hey, don’t be like that. I didn’t mean to scare you, okay? You just— you just weren’t listening and I…”
You don’t care. The apology doesn’t reach you anymore. The tears on his face blur into the background, meaningless. When he asks if you understand why he keeps you here, you nod, but the movement is slow, empty — automatic.
“Yeah,” you say quietly. “Because it makes you feel better.”
Kirishima
You don’t even flinch when he raises his voice. The red-haired boy who once smiled every time you did now stands there, trembling, unsure of himself. His “punishments” were always meant to teach you, to make you “perfect.” That’s what he told himself. But now you don’t argue, don’t cry, don’t beg. You just… stare.
“Come on, at least say something,” he pleads. “Yell at me, hit me—anything.”
But you don’t. You let the silence stretch between you like a wall of ice. You don’t even try to defend yourself when he accuses you of lying, or when he says you don’t care. Because he’s right. You don’t.
When he finally realizes that, his voice breaks mid-sentence. The “manly” strength he always preached collapses under the weight of guilt.
You don’t look up to see it, you’re too far gone to care but he sinks to his knees anyway.
Hawks
You don’t react when he lands beside you, feathers rustling against the floor.
Usually, he’d crack a joke. Call you his little bird. Ask for a smile. But lately, you’ve stopped giving him anything to hold on to. Even now, when he crouches in front of you, golden eyes searching for a spark, you just blink at him like you’re half-awake.
“You’re quiet today,” he murmurs, but the smile he wears doesn’t reach his eyes.
“I’m always quiet now,” you reply, your tone soft and flat.
He laughs a little, like it’s a joke, but it’s not. You can see his feathers twitch nervously, his wings shifting as if he’s fighting the urge to grab you, shake you, make you react somehow.
“You’re not mad?” he asks after a long silence.
You shrug. “It wouldn’t change anything if I was.”
Bakugo
You don’t fight him anymore.
When he snaps, when he shouts you just stand there, calm and unbothered. It infuriates him at first, until he realizes the quiet isn’t rebellion. It’s surrender.
“Don’t ignore me!” he yells, slamming his fist into the wall beside you. The sound echoes, but you don’t even flinch.
“I’m not,” you say softly. “I just don’t have anything left to say.”
The words hit harder than any explosion.
He grabs your shoulders, shaking you once, desperate to find the person who used to fight him, argue with him, care. But your eyes are empty and it terrifies him more than anything ever has.
“Don’t do this,” he mutters. “Don’t just… give up like that.”
Denki
He brings you little gifts, food, soft words all the things that used to make you laugh. But you don’t smile. You don’t even look up. You just sit there, quiet, detached, like a ghost in his perfect world.
“Come on,” he says softly. “You’re not mad, right? You still like me, don’t you?”
You tilt your head, voice faint. “If I said no, would it matter?”
Denki’s grin falters. He kneels in front of you, hands trembling. “I can fix this. I can make you happy again.”
Shoto
He doesn’t know when it happened — when the silence started to feel heavier than his father’s voice ever did. Maybe it was after the last time he locked the door behind him, telling you he couldn’t let you “get hurt.” Maybe it was when you stopped looking at him altogether.
Now, you just sit by the window, staring out at the snow. It’s peaceful, almost. Too peaceful.
Shoto stands behind you, watching your reflection in the glass. “It’s cold,” he says softly. “You should move away from there.”
“Are you angry with me?” he asks after a long silence.
Your voice is calm when it finally comes. “No. I just don’t care anymore.”
Something inside him cracks at that. Not like fire or ice not visible. Just a small, human sound, deep in his chest.
He steps closer, hands hovering near your shoulders but never touching. He used to be afraid of hurting people with his fire, so he always kept his distance.
Then he murmurs, “You can tell me if I’ve gone too far,” you glance at him for the first time in days. Your eyes are dull, tired, too old for your face.
“You already did,” you whisper.
He thought he was protecting you.
Now he’s just standing in the ruins of something he swore he’d never become.
can i request hawks or present mic with a stoic darling who is determined not to give him a reaction?
yes i would love to! Thanks for this request
warnings: yandere themes
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Hawks is used to charming reactions, giggling, flustered looks, or teasing retorts. But his darling? They never blink. Never flinch. No blush, no stutter. It drives him insane in the most frustratingly enjoyable way.
He will lean in close, whisper something ridiculously suggestive, or toss a casual hand around their shoulder… and his darling just tilts their head, deadpan. Hawks has tried everything: smirks, puppy eyes, sly jokes… nothing. Absolute zero.
Despite their stoicism, Hawks’ possessiveness spikes. “They don’t react to anyone, so nobody touches them,” he thinks, and suddenly, anyone within a five-meter radius feels his glare.
The rarest moments like a fleeting smirk at something only Hawks would understand, send him over the moon. He’ll treasure that single reaction forever.
Hawks is always thinking to himself. “How can someone be so calm? It’s like they see right through me… I love it.” Every unreactive glare, every clipped word, fuels his obsession further.
If they’re injured or tired, Hawks will hover, fuss, and insist they let him carry them. His darling might just nod without a word, and Hawks is internally screaming because that tiny acknowledgement feels like victory.
Even though they stay calm, Hawks can’t help the small touches: brushing hair back, adjusting their coat, sliding a hand down their back. His darling doesn’t pull away—they just allow it, stoically, and Hawks reads it as permission to be slightly more daring.
Hawks’ yandere side loves imagining scenarios where he’s the only one who can provoke a reaction from them. It’s his personal challenge, his obsession: “I will be the one to crack them.”
Their calmness is both torture and thrill. He wants them to show fear, to flinch, to beg, but they never do. Every unshakable, impassive stare becomes fuel for his obsession.
Because the darling never reacts, Hawks interprets their calmness as a private agreement: they don’t resist him, they endure.
I did it with the characters-> All for one, Shoto, Denki, Dabi, Kirishima, Bakugo, Hawks, Shigaraki, Aizawa and Deku !!!
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All for one
Since All for one usually only takes you out when he want's something from you.... He wouldn't do to much.
He would get someone to check up on you and maybe give you medicine. Don't think you're getting much more than this.
Shoto
Shoto would sit quietly by your side. Truthfully, he didn't even think this would happen, at least he hoped he wouldn't have to deal with it.
But he is very attentive and would stay by your side the whole time. He monitors how much you eat, sleep, your temperature, even if your breathing well.
Denki
Denki is hovering a little to close. Maybe he likes the idea that your letting him get this close.
But Denki will fuss over you, saying that "You're too cute like this" when your bundles in blankets in his bed. Denki will not be leaving your side at all, not once.
Dabi
Dabi will do the least their possibly is to do.
From him not always being home to not having the energy, or even bothering to go and steal get things for you, so just expect a blanket tossed at you at some teasing about how weak you look or "where'd that fiery girl go?" type of comments
Kirishima
This is one of the few times he won't get upset that your not pulling your own weight in the house, by that I mean not doing the laundry, cooking dinner for him, cleaning the house etc.
It's like a switch. Kirishima can be demanding and intimidating, but fusses over you (slightly because of his obsession and possessiveness of you), so you will be treated like a princess, until you recover.
Bakugo
Bakugo does actually care and love you, why else would he kidnap you?
So expect 9/10 princess treatment from him. He only got marked down because of the constant comments he makes like "Stop worrying me", "I said rest!" etc
Hawks
Keigo absolutely adores that you need him!
Although he does expect a lot from you Everday, you usually do those tasks out of fear, so when your to sick and you need him by your side, Keigo takes it as an opportunity for you to start loving him!
Shigaraki
This man does not give a shit.
Usually your just bed rotting the whole day until he comes back home so if he see's your sick, he will get Kurogiri to get your some medicine, but he won't provide any help, maybe not until you start to love him.
Aizawa
Aizawa is more quiet about his care.
He will throw you blankets and dim the lights of the room like closing the blinds so you can sleep and he will also order you some food, but he won't stay by your side the whole day.
Deku
Deku does not once leave your side.
He hovers around the whole day. Parts of him taking care of you and other parts wanting to take advantage of you in this state, he can't choose! He does hope during this whole 'sickness' that you come out of it, with a 'thankyou, i love you' type of attitude.
to know: yandere, captive reader, scary yandere, mentions of physical abuse, denki sa's darling
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Dabi
He'd be lying if he said he was sorry.
Now Dabi may have some guilt, but you were really asking for it. It was your attitude and that angry, disgustful face you always wore when he was around.
Dabi thought that maybe by week 3 you would come to your senses, but as week 5 approached and the hateful words from your that followed, Dabi just lost it.
"C'mon Doll, where'd that fighting attitude go?" Dabi teased, backing you into the wall. You try to gulp down the pin, but its screaming. It hurts. You had tried to slap him earlier, but he caught your wrist and burned you. He even burned your other wrist just for fun.
Shigaraki
Shigaraki has never been a patient guy, so it makes sense that it only took the second week of you being captive for him to show you what he was really capable of.
“You shouldn’t make me mad,” he mutters, his grip on your neck tight. His pinkie hovers over your neck.
"You want me to kill you? is that what you want?" he barks down at you, his voice rises. Tears well up in your eyes and you can't stop the whimpers of fear.
"Stop....Stop....STOP!" holding onto your neck, he pushes you harshly away, finally freeing you from his old. While you wrap your arms tightly around yourself, the cries don't stop. Above you Shigaraki scratches at his neck, annoyed by your pitiful sounds.
Hawks
What Keigo wants, Keigo gets.
Thats why he had such a hard time getting you settled in. After all, all his fan girls swoon over him. So when you scream and cry and repeat whenever he touches or talks to you, he just can't understand why.
"C'mon, don't give me that look" he says lightly. You're starring daggers at him from the floor while his red feathers stand on guard, surrounding you. One small move and he could easily slice you up.
A minute passes and Keigo crouches down to your level.
"Why can't you just love me? At least smile at me, or kiss me on the cheek when i get home from work hmm? would it be so hard to take that fucking scowl of your face?" He spits the last of the sentence with venom. Your shaking, terrified, but you can't break now.
Bakugo
Bakugo it very hot headed, we all know that.
But surprisingly, he tried to make a gentle approach to you. At least he didn't want to much tears and trauma in the first week.
But he is a ticking time bomb, so it's understandable why he got mad at you so fast.
Fuck. You crossed the line. Bakugo had given you warnings, small threats and sharp looks every time you crossed the line, but you didn't take it seriously...I mean he was so nice..
But now slumped against the wall, bleeding from your lips and someone from the head, your not just crying because of the pain, but how fucking scary he looks. You can't even hold eye contact.
"You think I'm the bad guy here? Fine maybe I am...." Bakugo continues his rant. Your is no much pain and your bodies shaking from fear and yet, he continues his damn speech? You already understand, you won't call the police again, not unless you really want to die.
Kirishima
Kirishima, man he is so manly.
So manly that he sometimes cooks for you and sometimes cleans, but that's your job. He's so manly that he will kiss you before he leaves for work, but that's your job.
It's simple with Kirishima, you don't do what he's asked you to do, then he'll get mad, and he's scary when he's mad.
It's been what? 5 months with Kirishima? 7? You don't know. He won't tell you what day it is, he won't let you have access to any media. But no matter how long you've been...here, the one time you messed up he decides to crash out?
"Hey don't walk away from me when I'm talking" He brings you back to your senses with his strong grip on your shoulder. He's using his hardening quirk. You yelp in pain when he digs his finger into your skin more, causing your blood to coat around his fingers.
"Stop acting like a brat and fucking look at me" He spat, spinning you around to face him. Your eyes divert away from him. You're fucked. He grips your jaw and forces you to look up at him. Your shaking in his hold.
His quirk terrifies you. He's so tall and big and strong, he could crush you, like actually hurt you if he wanted to right now.
Denki
Denki.....kind of like Keigo in a way, expects to get everything he wants.
So when you deny him any form of intimacy in your first week of being essentially, kidnapped, denki gets livid.
"Guess I'm good at ruining stuff" Denki laughs while he holds your body down with his own weight.
"All I wanted was some pussy, guess i ruined you day" he snicker like it's some inside joke, like you denying him, saying no while crying, was a minor issue to your day.
But now that your stuck underneath him and you feel his fingers pulling down your shorts, you know you should have just closed your eyes and said yes. At least then he wouldn't have zapped you to get where you are now.
Dabi is the type of yandere to back you into a wall with one lazy arm above your head, a smirk on his face, smoke curling from his fingers as a silent warning, just to see you flinch and squirm out of his hold.
Denki is the type of yandere to keep your ankle cuffed to the bed with a mere one-meter chain “for safety,” grinning like it’s a joke. He brings snacks, games, and gifts to make it look like a sleepover, but the spark in his eyes turns dangerous when you pull too hard on the chain or tell him no.
Kirishima is the type of yandere to take your phone “for your own good”, insisting he’s “protecting” you, but his grip on your arm tightens whenever you question him, his smile stretching a little too wide as he calls you “his girl.”
Bakugo is the type of yandere to pin you against a door after a fight, his palms sparking while he growls in your ear about how no one else could handle you.
Denki is the type of yandere to hover at the bathroom door, whispering flirty comments through the crack, his tone playful but his shadow always there.
Hawks is the type to joke about clipping your wings if you keep trying to fly.
Shigaraki is the type of yandere to scratch at his neck while you cry, telling you to stop being dramatic as he locks the door to his room and hands you a game controller.
Shoto is the type of yandere to freeze the door shut instead of yelling when you try to leave.
Shoto is the type of yandere to set a steaming bowl of food in front of you and sit across the table, watching you eat in silence
Kirishima is the type of yandere to block the door with his body, smiling while his voice drops, "C’mon, babe. Don’t make me unmanly.”
All For One is the type of yandere to buy you an entire wing of a building and call it “your space,”.
Dabi is the type of yandere to disappear for days and return at night smelling like smoke and ash, dropping stolen things at your feet like offerings before slumping next to you.
Bakugo is the type of yandere to grab you by the wrist and drag you into his lap mid-argument
Hawks is the type of yandere to bring you expensive gifts and call them “treats,” reminding you you’re “lucky” to be his.
Shigaraki is the type of yandere to scratch at his neck while locking the door, muttering about how you “don’t get it” but still handing you a game controller like it’s a peace offering.
All For One is the type of yandere to speak softly while his guards hover nearby, his words warm but dripping with ownership: “You’re safest when you’re mine.”