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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Hobbit - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Tauriel/Thranduil
Characters: Tauriel, Thranduil
Additional Tags: kinda tauriel/thranduil, in a fucked up creepy way, Possessiveness, Delusions, Attempted Suicide, dubcon non-sexual situations, seriously thranduil is a creeper, Terrifying Tolkien Week, Nightmares, Psychological Trauma, Poor Tauriel
Series: Part 1 of Obsession
Summary:
Thranduil might have lost Legolas, but he will not lose Tauriel.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Reader, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Kirishima Eijirou/Reader
Characters: Kirishima Eijirou, Reader, Bakugou Katsuki
Additional Tags: Post-Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - Post-Apocalypse, Yandere, Yandere x Reader, Minor Character Death, Non-Graphic Violence, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Yandere Bakugou Katsuki, Yandere Kirishima Eijirou, Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia)
Summary:
You told yourself you wouldn't stay, this time. You wouldn't buy your time until supplies dwindle, until tensions run high, until things go bad and you can hardly recognize the people you used to call your friends. Unfortunately, Bakugo and Kirishima seem to have other plans.
SYNOPSIS: Your stepfather took you in with open arms after the death of your mother. Depression gets the better of you and Shouta promises to take care of you. But just how far is he willing to go to see it through?
CW: yandere, pseudo-incest, mentions of stalkers, mentions of death, depression, mental health issues, pregnancy, noncon, somnophilia, bondage, daddy kink, praise kink, afab reader
AN: my first collab with the bnharem server!! the theme was roommates (i ran with the term loosely) read the other member’s takes here! mind the tags as usual and enjoy!! :)
The death of your mother shattered you. A freak accident with a villain attack had her crushed under rubble from a collapsed building. Your stepfather, Shouta, suggested that you move back home with him after her funeral. As tempting as the offer was, you were determined to make it through University and handle yourself like a big girl, an adult ready to take on the world. You had only moved out a few months before her death, independence calling to you after you received your college acceptance letter.
A few months and an eviction notice later, you crawled back to him, the only remnants of your family. Open arms enveloped you, bringing you solace and comfort in your dire time of need. You felt like a child, bundled up in his arms as you sobbed, screaming at the cruelty of the world. Depression hit you hard and deep, flunking you out of your classes and preventing the bills from being paid. You had no other alternative but to accept his offer.
“You time and space to grieve properly, kitty. The most logical thing to do is take a breather.”
Ah, kitty. He always knew that was your favorite nickname, calling you that ever since you were a little girl. He also always knew just what to say. Patting your thigh, he stood up and extended his hand to help you up as well.
“Let’s go step up your room. I'm sure you need a nap after that cry.”
He gave a wrinkly smile before disappearing down the hall.
Skeptical at first, you were unsure if it was the right move to return home. You needed time to figure out what you wanted, what you needed. A break from life would give you a chance to sort things out, right? And Shouta was more than prepared to use this opportunity to show you he would be all that you needed and more.
The man was nothing short of doting and generous. A shoulder to cry on, a good laugh, a friend, a father. He helped you piece your broken soul back together. Whenever he wasn’t patrolling, he was at home with you. When your depression seemed to drown you, Shouta was there to pull you out of the water. He made sure you ate, helped brush your hair when it was matted, and got you into clean clothes daily. It was the small things that he did for you that helped your demeanor change.
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“Up and at ‘em, kitty. Breakfast is on the table.”
You grunted, burrowing deeper into your bedding. A chuckle reverberated in his throat as he rubbed your lower back soothingly.
“C’mon, I know you haven't been eating lately. Let's get some food in you. I made your favorite.”
—
But as time passed, his help could only do so much. Your mental health continued to dwindle, plummeting into the ground when her first anniversary passed.
—
Gentle strokes of a brush smoothed through your tangled hair. Shouta was kind enough to help you when your head got matted into a rat’s nest, being incredibly tender and gentle with you. Tears streamed down your face, broken hiccups and sobs bubbling from your chest. You were trying to hold it in, he could tell. A sweet kiss was placed on the back of your head as he enveloped you in a comforting embrace, letting his hands sip down to your hips to rub circles in.
“Let it out, kitty. I'm here for you.”
He was the only one that was.
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The domestic dynamic the two of you fell into hardly felt like one of parent and child, but more as two lovers sharing a home they built together. The pair of you even adopted a new cat together in hopes of cheering you up. You can't say that you disliked it. It felt...nice to have your presence matter when it was a struggle even to be alive. Shouta always checked in on you; whether he sent you an update from work or shared a cat video. He really was the best father anyone could hope for, even when your depression got the worst of you.
Your depression started to manifest itself in many forms. Lately, you’d been having vicious nightmares, only to wake up with an unknown stickiness on your thighs. Recalling the night terrors was something that evaded you, but you knew you were being violated. Perhaps your body wet itself from the fear of the dream? It was the only logical answer you and Shouta could come up with. Depression sure had funny ways of physically manifesting itself. You thought that would be the end of it, putting the situation behind you.
It was until it started happening nightly. The nightmares only seemed to prolong themselves, worsening to the point where you could vividly dream of being assaulted. Your underwear was now soiled too, and it definitely wasn’t your doing. Fearing you had a stalker, Shouta installed brand new locks on your windows and doors, hoping to soothe you. He was a Pro-Hero, so he certainly had the means and know-how to protect you. It put you at some ease, but it continued to the point where your stepfather decided sleeping in the same room would help you feel safer.
It didn't.
The nightmares themselves only seemed to get worse, but Shouta was right there to comfort you as soon as you woke up shouting in a panic. He would take you into his arms and hold you until you fell back asleep. You felt like a child. But he didn't judge you.
After a month of strange behavior, the stress caused you to gain some weight. Visiting a doctor was your best bet to get an answer. He took you to your appointment, letting you hold onto his arm for comfort as his hand rested comfortably on your thigh. The two of you were mistaken for a couple by a nurse. What a strange, intimate relationship the pair of your tangled yourselves in.
The doctor ran some tests and had your blood drawn. The results were to be emailed to you in a few days. Shouta calmed your nerves with a tender kiss to the forehead, reassuring you that everything would work itself out.
The notification for the email came in a few days later while Shouta was at work and you were lounging in the living room. Patience was never your strong suit, so you took his laptop from the coffee table, only to open up to a camera feed. Coming from your room.
The blood in your veins ran cold as you looked into the memory drive of the feed. Maybe he set up a camera to see what was happening during your nightmares? That had to be it; how could you assume the worst of your sweet dad? The only saved footage to be found was him fucking himself deep inside of your sleeping body.
“I see the results are in.”
You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of his voice. He always had a habit of sneaking up on you.
“What-” You couldn’t find the words to describe your anger. “What the fuck is this!”
Disgust. Rage. Dispair.
Your only family left had turned against you.
“You were upset at the loss of your family, kitty. So I decided to give you a new one.”
He couldn't possibly mean…
“You’re pregnant.”
Bile rose to your throat as you gagged at the mere thought of his words. Pregnant? With your father’s child? His betrayal cut you more profoundly than your mother’s death ever could have. But it couldn't have made more sense—his touches, his comfort, sleeping in your room, the nightmares that plagued you.
“You’re sick!”
You shouted, tears streaming down your face as you continued to pummel insults and nasty spats at him. You lost your voice by the end of your rant, panting and heaving while sweat beaded your brow. He just stood there, taking everything in with a grain of salt.
“I understand, kitty. I really do. I should have been straightforward with my intentions.” He confessed.
The capture weapon around his neck snagged you the second you moved on the couch.
“Let daddy make it up to you. I'll make everything better for my pretty little kitty.”
It secured you to the sofa, keeping your legs spread and your hands behind your torso. On his knees in front of you, Shouta was ready to serve his apology with his tongue. Panties and sweatpants were ripped at the seams before being tossed aside.
He caressed your thigh with a delicate touch, pressing his lips to the other side. A kiss was pressed to your clit before long slow strokes of a hot tongue lavished it in attention. He kneaded your thighs gently all the while, humming as he began to alternate between licking and suckling on your sensitive nub.
Your head thrashed about in your binds as you shouted in protest.
“S-Stop it right now! Get off of me, dad!”
In a desperate plea, you hoped that hearing you call him dad would force him back into reality. Instead, he groaned and took a breath.
“Call me that again, kitty.”
A hot mouth sealed over your wet cunt as he dove his tongue between your folds while sucking with his lips. The pleasure was undeniable; his tongue was too experienced to ignore how his ministrations made you feel. Toes flexing and curling, you cried out of a mix of frustration, disgust, and humiliation as he continued to work at your dripping hole. This pig was getting off on the fact that he was fucking his daughter. It made your soul shatter all over again, the one he worked so hard to rebuild.
You continued to sob, moans now added to the mix, as he worked a finger inside of you. He made a curling motion after plunging in knuckle deep. A pleasured shout broke between your cries.
“I'll take it that’s your sweet spot, pretty girl? Good to know.”
He continued to abuse that spot, slowing down just a touch with his tongue to drag out the ride to the peak. Can't have you coming too fast, now can we? Your moans and whimpers spurred him on even more as he wiggled another finger inside you.
Removing his mouth, he focused on stretching and loosening up your tense body. You were lax when sleeping, so sliding in was a pinch with his size. But now he has to deal with you thrashing and struggling against his bonds. Disgust and pleasure churned together in your gut, feeling the incoming orgasm approaching hard and fast. Shouta felt you clench around his fingers and added a third, using his thumb to swipe your clit back and forth. With a final cry, you came on his fingers with a shout as your body convulsed in the capture weapon. You found what little peace you could in your short-lived post-nut clarity, taking a moment to breathe and center yourself.
Your father gave you no such chance to do so, immediately springing his cock free and rubbing the tip against your clit to gather your wetness. A chuckle sounded in his throat as he watched you twitch even more from the stimulation that was starting to border on being painful.
“Relax, kitty. Being tense won't do you any good.”
He slowly nudged his cock into your hole, groaning as he took his time bottoming out inside you. Praise spilled from his lips as he let you adjust, feeling your pussy clench tight around him. Good girl, good kitty. He shushed your sobs, smoothing the tears off of your face with the pads of his thumb. Murmurs of good girl and taking me so well slipped your senses. The pace he set was slow and deep, letting you feel every agonizing inch of his rather impressive dick.
Your flowing tears were kissed away as he proceeded to thrust faster and deeper. The sound of skin slapping against one another filled the room, even above your now weakened crying and whimpers. Sweat beaded on your brow plastered your hair to your forehead. His breath was warm against your cheek, his moans of pleasure so close to your ear forced you to stay in the moment.
Shouta swallowed your cute noises with a kiss, cupping and stroking your cheek with his right hand while his left pinned your hips down into the cushions. He did his best to stop your tears, pushing the hair off of your sweaty face. A few minutes passed filled with kisses, cries, and deep thrusts before he maneuvered you to be seated in his lap. Back pressed into the cushions, he lazily thrust up into you, hands grabbing your now bouncing ass. His thumb made its way back to your clit as he rubbed it in small circles, grinning at your cries of pleasure that you couldn't hold back. Dark brown eyes fluttered shut as he groaned and moaned proudly, increasing the speed of his thrusts as he felt himself getting closer and closer.
He usually lasted longer while you were sleeping; he does have quite a bit of stamina from his hero work. But something about seeing your flushed, torn face, hearing your whimpers and cries, he can't help but cum rather quickly for his own record. The pleasure was manifesting itself within you again, a second orgasm hitting you like a speeding truck as you gasped and choked for air at its intensity. Shouta was soon to follow, grunting and moaning loudly as he filled your cunt with his spend. He rode out both your orgasms, relishing in the silence between the two of you. It was better than hearing your broken, choked up wails.
It was wrong; he knew that. Breaking your trust, violating you, sabotaging your personal life, he couldn't help but be selfish with you. But he always knew what was best for you, always knew how to take care of you when you couldn't.
Foreheads pressed together, he caught your sagging body against him in a warm hug, stroking your hair when you started to sob uncontrollably.
“Dream Invader” Yan! Abbacchio x gender-neutral reader (Soulmate AU)
Hello everyone! I hope you are doing fine. I don’t know if you have read my previous post, that talks about a dream I had, but I decided to turn some elements of it into this piece of writing. This fanfiction is set in the soulmate universe. I really hope you enjoy it, because I decided to write this instead of studying for my French essay I have tomorrow (please wish me luck, God knows I need it) :D. And for the requests: I haven’t forgotten you, please remain patient. T-T I’ll write my last test on Thursday, after that I have holidays, so I’ll definitely catch up on them!! Thank you for sticking around. <3
Summary: Your soulmate keeps visiting you in your dreams, but you don’t feel comfortable around them…
I do not condone any yandere behaviour in real life.
Word count: 2626
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It had happened yet again. You had dreamt again of this man, one of many countless dreams. Breathing heavily, you abruptly opened your eyes and wiped away the sweat that was accumulating on your forehead with the back of your hand. “Does that really mean…?” you mumbled softly. Most people would be happy to find out they had a soulmate and finally had met them. But most people’s match certainly wasn’t someone, who conveyed a deep obsession and possessiveness towards their beloved. Still mentally in your dream, your body started to tremble slightly. What were you going to do now? At first, you had brushed off the dreams, convincing yourself that they didn’t mean anything. But you knew the gist of it. You knew that when a certain person kept infiltrating your dreams, that they were your soulmate.
Sighing deeply, you turned around in your bed, your left cheek resting on the soft pillow. The clock on your bedside table revealed that it was 4:30 a.m. You certainly couldn’t fall asleep again, but it was still too early to wake up for work. So you remained there in the quiet, your shallow breaths being the only sound in the dark room. Despite your efforts, your racing thoughts kept returning to your dream. “Who is this man?” you whispered as you looked down on your fingers, which seemed to still hurt.
Every time he had shown up, he had never revealed his name to you, wanting to keep it to himself. “I‘ll tell it to you once we see us in real life, amore.” he had told you, a certain spark igniting his admittedly gorgeous yellow and purple eyes. Truth be told, your soulmate was nothing short of beautiful. Long white hair with a purple hue graced his stoic face. His athletic body was adorned with a dark bodysuit, accentuating his muscles. All in all, he reminded you of a vengeful Greek god, breathtaking but dangerous. Dangerous… You began to feel threatened by the presence of your mysterious dream visiter. Since he had never offered you his name, you hadn’t given him yours either, sensing there might be something off about him.
Still, he had found it out. This night in your dream, you two had been on the flower field you had met for the first time. You had felt dizzy, as if your head had been caught in the clouds. This light atmosphere had convinced you that this had been truly a dream, since a sense of haziness always accompanied your nocturnal adventures. The summer sun had been setting, turning the sky into a colourful spectacle of orange and pink. This would have been a picturesque and maybe even romantic moment if it hadn’t been for the feeling of dread building in your stomach. A small smile had formed on his purple lips when he had perceived your form. Quietly, nearly inaudibly, the stranger had murmured your name into the warm summer breeze: “Y/N.” Immediately, goosebumps had formed on your arms. “How do you know my name?” you had replied, visibly shaken. Had he somehow managed to get some information on you? “It’s such a fitting name”, he had mused contemplatively, ignoring your question. “Y/N…” His unique eyes had been fixed on you the whole time, analysing every detail of your face. Fear had started to take over your body. The slight shivers had transformed into noticeable trembling. Your breath had shortened as you had desperately searched for a way to get out of that dream. „Why are you doing this?“ you had shouted out, panic manifesting in your voice. “Why do you keep entering my dreams, just to behave like a creep? How should I trust you when you don’t even tell me anything about yourself, yet you somehow know my personal information?” The man in front of you had sighed at your outburst. Sparks of sympathy had danced in his eyes, making them appear even brighter. Slowly, he had reached for your hands, holding them in his larger ones. You had tried to pull off from his grasp, but your fighting had been futile against his stronger form. So you had been forced to remain there, listening to the dream man’s words. “I know this is confusing for you” he had said while rubbing circles on the back of your hands with his thumbs. “But I can’t give you any information yet, my job makes it hard. I need to see you in real life and I promise, I’ll tell you everything then.” Tears had pricked in your eyes, clouding your vision. Why had he assumed you two would meet? The thought of the stranger knowing your address had turned your initial dread into hot anger. No matter if he was your soulmate, you were still your own, independent person! He couldn’t just stalk you, talk to you as if you were a couple and leave you in the dark about his own identity. The dream man still had held your hands, expecting some kind of reaction from you. “No.” you had simply answered, refusing to meet his intense gaze. “No what?”, he had replied, impatience swinging in his voice. He had been in your dreams endless times, reassuring you of his love and loyalty for you. Why hadn’t you been reciprocating his feelings? He was your soulmate after all! “No.” you had repeated while your eyebrows had furrowed, illustrating your resistance. “We’re not going to see each other.” The grip on your hands had suddenly become stronger and hurtful, nearly crushing your fingers. For a second time, you had tried to take away your hands from him but without success. The stranger’s orbs had fixated you, darkness swirling in the iris of the same colour as the flowers on the field. Terror had made itself visible again in your body and mind, amplified by the man’s sombre look on his handsome face. Yes, he looked just like a statue of Ares, so enchanting and yet so enraged. And dangerous… “So you don’t want to meet your soulmate?” he had stated calmy, which only had increased your anxiety. “Please, let go, you’re hurting me” you had pleaded despairingly. The man had squeezed harshly one last time your hands before he had eventually released them. Protectively, you had cradled them against your chest, trying to soothe the pain by softly rubbing your fingers. “What kind of person would do this to their soulmate?” you had thought in disgust and fear. Hesitantly, you had looked up to him, his face remaining a stoic façade. “You still haven’t answered my question, Y/N” the dream man had said coolly. The fact that he had addressed you with your name again had put you in a state of fear once more. Nevertheless, you had gathered all your courage to reply to him. “No, I don’t. Someone who hurts and stalks me can’t be my soulmate, no matter if they enter my dreams. And even if you are, I still don’t want to be with you. Please, I’m begging you to respect and accept that.” The Italian – you had guessed that this was probably his nationality since he called you Italian pet names – man’s gaze had immediately softened at your words. He had known he’d got carried away with his rage. Of course, your words had pained him more than any weapons ever could, but he had to be patient with you. He could only imagine how he had come across to you, especially now that he had hurt you. No, he couldn’t pain a loved one again, not you… “I’m sorry, cuore mio.” he had said remorsefully, regret manifesting itself. “I really shouldn‘t have hurt you. I promise it won’t happen again. I just want to see you, really see you, and hold you in my arms. I know, I might not be the best man to have existed.” His face had abruptly twisted into a pained grimace. This had been the first time he had ever been that sincere to you. Your feelings had begun to transform into a mix of sympathy, fear and confusion. He had really appeared to feel bad about his actions, maybe he had lived through a trauma to react that way? Your pondering had quickly come to a halt. No, you really couldn’t start to show empathy for the man. After all, he had stalked you, hurt you, crossed too many lines. Nonetheless, your dream invader had kept up with his speech. “I don’t know if I deserve your love, but I really want to believe in it. You are my soulmate and I am yours, we can make it work out if we try. Please, give me a chance and I will do everything in my power to show you I am worthy of you. Just don’t reject me already.” He had paused for a moment, a slight tremble in his voice making itself visible. You had stared at him with big eyes, not knowing what to do or how to feel about this situation. “I’ll be truthful with you. I’ll tell you everything you want to hear.” The man had tried to grasp your hands again but had immediately stopped when he had seen, how you had flinched away. His lips had formed into a thin, bitter line while seeing your reaction. Was he a monster? “I see that my words don’t seem to get through you” he said stoically. “I’ll show you what I mean, that might help. We’ll be seeing each other soon enough.” His last sentence had sent you a cold shiver down your spine. You had had the feeling that he hadn’t referred to another dream… An expression of horror had slowly crept on your face. “What do you mean?” you had blurted out loudly. “You mean in our dreams, right? You don’t know where I live, do you?” But the stranger had cruelly decided to stay silent, staring at you ominously instead. Suddenly, the light atmosphere around you had changed. Heaviness had taken over you, the scenic landscape had turned black as you had woken up.
You took another look at your clock. 5:15 a.m. Did you really spend so much time recalling that dream? Deciding that you already wasted too many thoughts on that man, you stood up from your bed and took a shower, even if it still was early. “Some distraction will do me good” you sighed, exhaustion manifesting in your voice. Your dreams involving the stranger were always so vivid that the next morning you woke up completely tired and drained. As you entered the shower and felt the warm water hitting your skin, you finally managed to relax a little, even if that tiny voice of fear kept reminding you of the dream man’s words…
Weeks had passed since your last encounter in the dream world with your so called soulmate. A sense of hope blossomed in your chest. Maybe he had finally come to his senses and realised that it would be best to leave you alone? That was at least what your friends had told you. They had reassured you that it happened often, that your soulmate could be invasive, they had heard that before from other acquaintances. But in those cases, it had always ended well, none of the people had been harmed. You had chosen to blindly accept that explanation. Truth be told, you did need comfort right now. Because, what your friends didn’t know was, that you felt a pair of eyes burning holes into your back every time you left your home. Yet, you never saw the person behind the gaze. Foolishly, you clung onto the sense of security your friends provided you with, even if it was but wishful thinking…
As you returned home one evening after your work, you already perceived intuitively that something was wrong. Why was there a light on? You always did turn them off… Cautiously, you entered your bedroom, as that was where the light source came from, with your phone in your hand with the emergency number already typed in. Your palms grew sweaty and your breath heavy as fear flooded through your veins. Only now, you thought that you should have maybe taken a knife from the kitchen as protection. But alas, it was already too late. When you saw the person sitting on your bed, you were surprised to see a familiar face.
The man from your dreams quickly stood up when he glanced at your form. His eyes first landed on your horrified face, then on your phone. Without a second thought, you quickly tapped on the call button and placed the device next to your ear. The man knew exactly who you were planning on phoning. “Please, take the phone away Y/N, I’m not going to harm you” he said lowly. Even though he promised to not hurt you, his dark expression on his face made you think otherwise. Of course you weren’t going to hang up now. You heard the Italian sigh at your act of defiance. After the second beep sound, a voice appeared on the line. “How can I help you?” the person on the other side of the phone asked politely. Before you could reply, an to you invisible force ripped the device out of your grasp and slammed it onto your wall. The screen of your smartphone turned black and cracked into thousand pieces. With eyes as big as saucers you stared incredulously at it. “I’m sorry for that” the man simply uttered. Though you couldn’t hear a hint of actual remorse in his voice. “I’m gonna buy you a new one.” “What do you want?” you managed to voice. “I thought you had left me in peace.” “I’ve told you at our last encounter that we would see each other again, fiore mio.” the man replied with softness. “I can’t believe you’re really here physically” he kept on musing in a dreamy tone, eyes lighting up. He took a few steps towards you, a hand reaching out to you. You instinctively took a few steps back until your back hit the door. “Please, don’t come near me” you begged, feeling completely helpless and exposed. “It’s fine Y/N, really. I promised I’d you show that I won’t ever hurt you again.” He was now in front of you, your faces so close, you could feel his breath fan over your nose. Tears welled up in your eyes and threatened to stream over your face. What were you going to do now? You were scared to react in a sudden way, scared it would trigger the Italian and his dangerous invisible force. Gently, the man shushed you and placed a hand on your cheek. A calloused thumb brushed away the tears that had finally escaped. “I know that I have done bad things in the past” he whispered quietly to you. “but I, Leone Abbacchio, swear I will fix it. I will be a better person for you, Y/N.” Your eyes widened at the revelation of his name. Abbacchio basked in your innocent reaction. He took a mental note to replay it with Moody Blues later. While one hand kept caressing your cheek, the other one grabbed into his pocket to take out a yellow flower, matching perfectly with the man’s eyes. Your gaze fell upon the plant, recognising it from the flower field of your dreams. Abbacchio softly tucked it behind your left ear while admiring your face. You hiccupped anxiously at his obsessive staring. “We will have a beautiful future ahead of us, I’ll make sure of it” the Italian murmured in your ear. “After all, we are soulmates.”
you got any delusional/love sick yan Kiri on valentines day👀👀
You said lovesick and my mind jumped to
(What to expect - no NSFW, drugging, manipulation, marriage talks lol)
(inspired by when I was in the hospital and high off of whatever drug they fed me, I was so relaxed and did whatever the heck they asked. I had to get a catheter and they were like “Strip kid” and no questions I shucked off my scrubs right then and there, spread my legs when they asked, had no worries nor a care in the world. I agreed to anything and everything they proposed bc I was loopy as hell, glad my parents were there to like reel me in afterwards)
“Happy Valentine’s Day!”
A hand on your shoulder eases you from your slumber, blinking awake into the soft light of the morning.
“Breakfast in bed, your favorite-” Kirishima’s grinning wide, eyes big and full of love.
He’s pulled back the curtains, straightened up your room a bit, placed a vase full of flowers on your dresser, directly in your line of sight.
There’s a tray on the bed, a plate stacked with fruit, toast, and a cup of warm tea on the side. Tucked in the corner of the tray is a little red, heart shaped box.
“K-Kiri? What are you-”
“Here, open up!” The man is picking a strawberry, pinching it’s leaves, shoving it against your lips, but you turn your head to the side, brows furrowed.
He shouldn’t be here.
You shove his hand away with a stern look. “What the hell, how did you get in?” there’s no trace of sleepiness in your demeanor as you sit up.
Kiri waves his hand. “Ah, that doesn’t matter-”
“No, it totally does-” You huff out a sarcastic laugh. “I took your key back. How the hell did you get in Kirishima?”
The man deflated slightly, placing the strawberry back on the plate. He was sitting on the bed, shoes off, in casual clothes. “You know me, always loosing’ that thing. I made a bunch of copies for when I got drunk and couldn’t find my keys.” A toothy, apologetic smile is offered, but you’re furious.
“I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but you need to get the fuck out of my house. We’re done. It hasn’t even been a month, Kiri, I told you I wanted to take a break and that I needed space.”
Kirishima bites his lip, bows his head, looks up at your through his eyelashes like a wounded puppy. “But I missed you, and-well... it’s Valentines Day...”
“Get out Kiri, this is ridiculous. This is why I needed a break from our relationship in the first place. You can’t respect my boundaries.” You maneuver around the tray, slipping off the bed and onto your feet, before facing your ex-boyfriend. “Now leave.”
He doesn’t move.
No, he just sits there, staring at you. Then he sighs heavily, sadly, as if you had just insulted his manliness. “At least open the present I got you?”
“No Kirishima, please just go. And get rid of the copies you’ve made of my key. That’s fucking creepy.”
The redhead bristled at that, shoulders rising defensively. Yet still, he refused to move from his spot on the bed. “Hey, it’s not weird! They’re backups-”
“So you can come snoop through my stuff when I’m gone? I don’t want you around anymore.”
Maybe you were being harsh, but you had tried being nice.
Tried letting him down gently, that you wanted to work on yourself and focus on your career. That you wanted him to find someone who could give the same effort that he did, since you obviously weren’t.
Then you had been firmer after he didn’t accept it, explaining that he was smothering you in this relationship, guilt tripping you every time you wanted to go out, trying to manipulate you into feeling bad for him when you chose to do anything but spend time with the man.
He was co-dependent, and reliant on your presence to a frankly alarming degree.
Your stern words seemed to get through to him. The man nodded slowly, running his hands over his face. “God, okay, I’m sorry. I know I can be a little much. I just thought maybe.... I don’t know, that I could fix this? Fix us?”
“Breakfast in bed isn’t going to fix anything, especially not when you break into serve it.” You snipe, feeling a little cold, exposed in your big pajamas. It was warmer under the covers.
“I didn’t! I didn’t break in! I have a key-”
“Just leave, please.”
Kirishima sighed again, before he reached over the tray, picking up the heart shaped box. “Open the present and have one, then I’ll leave?”
Anything to get him going. This was how the two of you would fight, you struggling to make yourself heard, to be respected, and Kirishima completely ignoring your wants, stubborn and unrelenting in his desires.
You took the box as he held it out to you, quickly lifting up the lid to see mini chocolates. Classic Valentine gift.
“Just one? Then I promise I’ll go.” He pleaded.
A chocolate was selected, one with little sprinkles on the rounded top. You had to admit, they did look delicious.
Your ex-boyfriend always was a generous man, insisting upon giving. Giving back rubs, giving kisses, giving you prime cuddles and giving you undying love.
“Can I feed it to you?”
A glare was shot his way, and Kirishima quickly fell silent.
One bite, then two, and the chocolate was gone. it was sweet, almost sickly so. When Kirishima left, you’d be throwing the entire box into the trash.
“Good girl.” His voice was low, mischievous, and your body heated up at the praise while you swallowed the chocolate down.
“’Kay, I had some, it was lovely, now get out.”
He rose to his feet, and you were reminded of his size, intimidated immediately by the way the man towered over you. You’d forgotten how big he was in the time you’ve spent apart.
But he moved past you without another word, out of your bedroom.
You followed him down the hall, through the dining room, to the front door, where he stopped and turned.
“I know why you’re really pushing me away, (Y/N).”
“Oh, do you.” Crossing your arms, you waited for his explanation.
“You’re scared. You found the ring, didn’t you? I understand if you don’t want to get married just yet, but I wish you had just told me that instead of freaking out.”
Ring? What ring? Marriage?
Kiri continued. “I’m willing to wait. I’ll always wait for you, no matter how long it takes. You can’t rush love, baby, you taught me that.”
Your face felt warm, he couldn’t be serious. Marriage? The two of you had been dating for a significant amount of time, but there had never been any talk of marriage.
“Kiri-”
The man took two steps towards you, invading your personal space. You tried to backpedal, overwhelmed by his sudden, looming presence, but meaty hands gripped your arms, locking you in place.
“Are you starting to feel it yet?” His face was too close, warm breath splashing against your skin, those dark red eyes searching your own, eager, anticipating.
“What? Kiri, let me go-”
“It’ll kick in real soon I bet, and then the real Valentine’s Day fun will start. Fuck-” The man breathed, pushing himself back from you a bit, taking a deep breath. “I’m so excited that I get to be with you again. I’m going to treat you right, you won’t ever have to feel afraid of commitment again. I’ll be the best boyfriend, best fiancé, best husband, best dad-”
“Kiri-” You gasped, struggling in his hold. The man didn’t even notice, lost in his own convoluted fantasy as he stared down at you with affection. You were starting to feel warm, woozy.
What was he saying about something kicking in?
“Did you-oh my god, did you drug me?” Is that why he had been so insistent about the chocolate?
“It’s not really a drug, more of a relaxer!” His smile was so bright, teeth too sharp. You felt unsteady on your feet. “I know you’ve been stressed out lately, and that's another reason why you needed a “break”, so this is the perfect way to relax!”
When had he picked you up? Kirishima was carrying you back towards your bedroom, bridal style. You rested against his chest blearily, blinking your eyes in confusion as your world spin.
“A nice breakfast, some cuddles...” He cooed, setting you on the bed, climbing up after you so he could rest you against his side. You felt like you were asleep, dreaming maybe? You didn’t know.
Kirishima held a strawberry up to your lips. “Open sweetheart-” You opened, bit down, chewed, swallowed.
“We can mess around a little, I’ll light some candles- oh! And I brought wine too! We can drink some wine, play with each other.... I love you so much, (Y/N).”
A kiss, pressure against your lips, body crushed in a hug against a broad, muscular chest. You relaxed into it. Nothing felt real.
“We’re gonna spend the rest of our life together.”
Oohh how would shouta and hizashi take their submissive readers virginity?
(What to expect - virginity, NSFW, dubcon, noncon. If you’re wondering the type of piercings Hizashi has, they’re dydoes (or kings head) and a pubic piercing. MxM penetration, anal plugs (Hizashi’s wearing one while he diddles u hehe))
Gently, I imagine.
If their darling is submissive, too afraid to run or fight, then there’s no need for them to be harsh.
They can take their time, be sweet and loving.
"Shhhh, you're getting loud." Hizashi holds a fingers to your lips as you lay there, panicked whimpers, distressed whines tumbling out of you.
Shouta huffs at the irony, his fingers working at the button on your jeans, then the zipper, then hooking into your belt loops, tugging the pants down easily as you begin to hyperventilate.
“Hey, hey, breathe with me, you’re alright.” Hizashi places a a hand against your chest, pressing you back against his warmth as he begin to take deep, steady breaths, encouraging you to do the same.
You can’t calm yourself though, eyes wide and fixed on the man in front of you, drawing your legs up and away from him as he rids you of your jeans, trying to keep your panties from his view.
If your wrists weren’t tied together, lashed to each other with soft, black ribbon, you’d be clutching at Shouta’s fingers as they ghost over your calves, up to your knees.
“P-please-” Is all you can whisper, fear settled so thoroughly in your body that you’re almost frozen.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to be gentle. ‘Zashi’s just holding you so you don’t wiggle too much and hurt yourself.” Shouta’s words are measured, steady even when he slips a hand between your knees and forces them apart.
You want to sob, but you can’t. Shouta breathes out a quiet “fuck” as he looks at your panties, running a finger across the waistband.
“She’s shaking like hell Sho.”
“It’ll be fine. It’s just nerves. Everyone’s nervous their first time.”
It’s nerves, it’s fear, it’s terror and dread. You’re horrified, and scared, and you’re shivering as if the room is freezing, even though it’s warm, cozy.
Hizashi dips down, brushes his lips against your neck, and you flinch, your shoulder rising to push his head away, his mustache tickling your flesh.
“Hah, you ticklish? That’s so cute.” The blonde coos, his arms circling around your stomach as his husband begins to tug down your panties. You’re sitting in Hizashi’s lap as Shouta strips you, the two men working together.
The blonde is already shirtless, pants-less, in nothing but boxers. You can feel his warm flesh through your hoodie, pressed against your back.
“My first time, I came in my pants.” Hizashi chuckled, thumbs rubbing at your sides. “Embarrassed myself to tears. The other dude thought it was hot, dropped right to his knees and pulled out my dick and got to suckin’. It kinda hurt, but he was fingerin’ himself at the same time and well, teenage-me was able to get it up immediately.”
You suppose he’s trying to ease your nerves.
Shouta gets your panties off, tosses them to the side as a hand grips each of your ankles, and then you’re spread wide.
A cry gets caught in your throat at the humiliation, Shouta and Hizashi both pausing to peer at your pussy, Hizashi letting out a low whistle.
“Damn, you’re a fuckin’ snack!”
Shouta lets go of your legs, and you snap them shut, closing your eyes as your cheeks burn.
“When I first had sex, I was a one-pump-chump. The girl I was with at the time said it was fine, but I didn’t know how to get her off. I’ve learned a lot since then.” The dark haired man offered his own story, hand slipping between your legs no matter how you twisted or clenched your thighs.
“Wooo! Imagine that, little ole Sho losin’ it after one stroke!”
“That’s what happens when you lose your virginity when you’re thirteen, ‘Zashi.” But Shouta has a gentle grin on his face, and his words held no malice towards his husband. Just two men in love recounting stories.
The dark-haired man leaned towards you, one of his fingers petting slowly over your folds as he did. Shouta wasn’t shy about kissing you, his lips warm, soft, stubble prickly against your skin.
He pulled back, breathing hotly against your lips. “How do you touch yourself? What feels good? I don’t want to overwhelm you, it’s easy to see that you’re sensitive.”
You trembled even harder, sniffling, closing your eyes as his finger still ran softly over your folds, barely touching.
“Sweetie-pop, can you show us? Show us how you want us to touch you down there.” Hizashi’s hands were playing with the edge of your hoodie, easing it up, his warm digits skimming against your skin.
Both men are waiting on your answer, watching you with lust-filled gazes as they run their hands over your skin. They’re already touching you, burning your skin, and you want to scream. All that comes out is a pathetic whimper.
“How do you masturabate? Do you like touching here-?” Aizawa presses his thumb to your clit, wiggles the digit and you tense, shaking your head.
“-Here?” His fingers trail down to your entrance, one slowly beginning to push inside. You whimper again desperately, shaking your head side to side while looking at the man in front of you with pleading eyes.
“’K, this is gettin’ old-” Hizashi interjected. “I’ll ask one last time, and then Sho’ and I get to touch you however we want to, got it? How do you want us to touch your cute lil’ pussy?”
“I don’t know!” You wail, tears rolling down your cheeks. You’re so overwhelmed, and scared, and you just want to go home.
Neither man moves for a second, but then Hizashi is letting out a an excited sigh, hunching his back so he can kiss at your shoulder before questioning. “You don’t know?”
“I’ve never-never touched my-myself down there.” You manage to hiccup, and Shouta rubs your knee soothingly, his grey eyes trained on your face.
“That’s alright, there’s no need to cry.” One of his hands cups your cheek, thumb brushing away salty tears. “We just want to make you feel good.”
You’d feel good if they took their hands off of you.
The hand that’s been rubbing over your folds becomes bolder, parting the lips of your cunt even as you try to squeeze your thighs shut. All that does is trap Shouta’s hand against you, his fingers sending little jolts of unsteady fire burning through your tummy.
“Mm, wait, please-” You whimper, desperate to escape this sensation.
Aizawa doesn’t wait.
Hizashi slips his nimble fingers underneath your hoodie, rucks it up over your chest and you burn with embarrassment at being exposed like this. You want to hide your face, but with your wrists bound, all you can do is cover your eyes with shaky fingers.
“Look at ‘er, god, you’re delicious. Just wanna eat you up! Sho, after you finger her, think I could eat her out? I wanna taste.”
His lewd words make you cringe, and you can’t even think about how it would feel, the blonde pressed between your thighs, tongue laving against you over and over-
“One thing at a time, she’s already a bit dazed. Maybe another time.” Shouta’s gently stimulating your clit, brushing his knuckles over it, watching you twitch with each pass of his fingers against the sensitive little organ.
“Alright, relax now, okay? Breath out for me.” The man instructs, and you could almost laugh; if the man thinks you could relax, he’s an idiot-
A wet finger pushes inside of you slowly, and you gasp brokenly, mouth falling open. There’s so much pressure, you feel stretched and it almost burns, but he’s not stopping.
There’s a squelch, and cool liquid rushes over your hole, slips inside as the finger slightly retracts, and you shudder at the feeling. It’s weird and you feel like you can’t breath.
The finger inside rubs at your walls, and your muscles clench at the foreign sensation, unsure whether it feels good or bad.
“Calm down, you’re okay. I’m just stretching you out. Tell me if something feels really good, alright?” Shouta is acting as if he’s speaking to a child, a spooked rabbit, a baby. His eyes keep flicking between your flushed face and your pussy, enamored by the way you suck his finger inside, at the feel of your velvety walls, the slick feeling that he can’t wait to experience hugging his cock.
“I can’t, I can’t, please-”
“You can, doin’ so good for us sweetie.” Hizashi chirps, and you realize his hands are resting against your bare chest, idly squeezing at your breasts. You had been so focused on his partner’s actions that you had missed his coy advancement.
One finger turns to two, and two fingers turns to three, and you’re quickly reduced to a sweaty, blubbering mess, begging the men to wait, to slow down, writhing in Hizashi’s lap while his husband violates you.
The pressure fades away to a comfortable stretch, and by the time Shouta begins to move his fingers with intent, you’re already close to your limit. Your thighs are still clenched together tightly, but the dark-haired man has plenty of room to maneuver his hand, moving his fingers in and out, letting his thumb tickle your clit.
You can’t stop your legs from shaking, abs clenching in pleasure, little noises that fall from your mouth without your permission. It feels good now, and Aizawa and Hizashi seem to know it, speeding up their movements, manipulating your body as a team.
The orgasm that washes over you is gentle, the build up to it steady and measured. The pleasure is expected, and yet it still hits you like a train, hips jerking against Shouta’s hand as he continues to finger you through it, a smile on his face as you drench his hand, pussy drooling.
“I’m sorry, oh no-oh no I made a-a m-mess.” You sob, mortified at your body, at your reaction, feeling gross and disgusting and a sweaty mess while both men watch you fall apart.
But Shouta just slips his hand from between your thighs, holds it out towards you expectantly. You’re confused, still trying to hide your face behind your bound hands, but then the man behind you is leaning forward, sucking Shouta’s fingers into his mouth, right next to your face.
You can hear him sucking your juices off his husband’s fingers, feel the shame coloring your cheeks deepen and spread. He’s so noisy about it, licking the digits, running his fingers between them, and your pussy clenches when you catch sight of a piercing nestled in the middle of his tongue.
You feel dizzy.
“Mmm, just like I though-” Hizashi purrs as he cleans his husband’s hand. He pulls back, growls in your ear “-Delicious.”
Then the two men are switching positions, Hizashi handing you off to Aizawa who settles you easily onto your back, head in his lap. Hizashi pulls at your hips, lifting them up to stuff a folded pillow underneath them, and you begin to realize what’s happening.
“Wait! Please! Hold on, I-I-just wait, oh god, please wait!” The fear is evident as your voice cracks pathetically, but you aren’t above begging.
“’Zashi’s a bit smaller than I am, figured that he’ll be nicer to ease you into it. If-” He shoots his husband a glare “-He keeps his cool.”
Hizashi was grinning as he shucked of his boxers, completely shameless as he revealed himself to you. “Hey, can’t blame a man for bein’ a bit excited. I mean, look at this little sweetie, all laid out like this.”
You felt exposed, afraid. Hizashi’s length bobbed against his stomach as he moved forward, grabbing your legs and settling them on either side of his hips.
There was a piercing in his cock, several piercings.
He was circumcised, with a prominent mushroom tip that held three prominent barbells along the edge. Another barbell glinted ominously behind the curve of his dick, settled right at the base on the top, blonde pubic hair trimmed neatly to showcase the piercing.
“No, no please don’t. I’ll do anything, please, just not this! Please, please-”
“The piercings feel really good.” Shouta murmured, one hand cradling your head, the other pressed to your chest underneath your hoodie, keeping you anchored to the bed as you squirmed.
“I got this one ‘specially for you sweetie!” Hizashi took hold of his dick, pointed it down to show off the barbell in his pubic area, displaying it to you proudly. “It’s supposed to hit your cute lil’ clit when we’re going at it.”
The words washed over you, and the severity of your situation hit you. The planning required to get a piercing, have it heal-plus the idea that he expected to be actively using it with you again and again....
You started bawling.
“P-please! Don’t do this, please don’t! No no no no, no, no-” Your words were garbled, practically nonsensical, but that’s what you were trying to say. Whether or not they could understand you was out of your control.
“Hey, shh, shh. You’re okay sweetie.” The blonde placed a hand on your thigh, but that only served to make you sob harder.
“Calm down, we aren’t going to hurt you. It’ll feel good (Y/N).”
“No-oo! ‘M scared!!” You cried, and if your vision wasn’t blurry from tears, you’d have seen Hizashi’s green eyes soften, his lips twitch downward into a concerned frown.
The married couple looked at each other, Hizashi hesitant and moved by your teary display, but Shouta was firm.
“You’ll be okay. It’s normal to be a bit frightened during your first time. But ‘Zashi and I have a lot of experience, we’re going to take good care of you.”
You don’t have time to protest, Hizashi settling between your thighs again, those long hands of his guiding his cock to your drooling entrance.
Shouta’s kissing you then, insist, his tongue pressing against your lips, distracting you.
Hizashi pushes inside, you gasp, and Shouta plunges his tongue into your mouth. There’s too much sensation, between the warm rod settling into you and the slimy tongue slipping around your own, and you can’t do anything but cry.
You cry when Shouta pulls back, when he places a soft, uncharacteristic kiss to your nose, brushes your tears away with his hand.
You cry when Hizashi groans, finally seating himself balls-deep in your cunt.
You cry when he pulls out, thrust back in with a smooth roll of his hips, swearing underneath his breath.
Shouta leans over you, grabs his husband by the back of the head and pulls him in for a passionate kiss. Long blond hair slips over Hizashi’s shoulders, tickles against your skin but it’s just another sensation that you can barely register, overwhelmed and already too fucked-out to focus.
The piercing at the base of Hizashi’s cock does stimulate your clit, especially when the man presses himself flush against you, circling his hips in a quick grinding motion. The metal rubs against your folds and you feel like screaming, it feels good but you don’t want it to.
The metal through the flared mushroom tip keeps brushing against a spot inside you that has you seeing sparks, but you still feel uncomfortable, too full, too stretched.
Hizashi fucks you slow, his husband petting awkwardly at your face.
Minutes pass, you’re not sure how long, but then Hizashi is going a bit faster, then faster again, Shouta’s telling him to slow down, but the blonde pants out “Can’t Sho’, she feels so damn good-”
The metal keeps grinding across your clit, and then you’re shrieking as an orgasm slams into you full-force out of nowhere.
It had been feeling good, but the combination of the tip of Hizashi’s cock hitting your sweet spot, plus the barbell along his pubic bone rubbing your little nub as he humped your cunt had you spasming, mouth dropping open and your eyes rolling back.
The next few moments are hazy, but you know Hizashi pulls out, lets out a low groan and then there's a bit of warmth striping across your stomach. Aizawa is saying something in that low baritone of his, but you don’t know what.
Your limbs feel like jelly, you feel too hot but chilled at the same time, feverish, sweaty. Shouta pats your cheek “Still with us?”
“Uhnh....”
Aizawa laughed then, a full, throaty sound that made his stomach quake, and both you and Hizashi looked at him in surprise.
It was rare for the man to make such a noise.
“You good Sho’?” Hizashi asked, a puzzled smile on his face. Aizawa nodded, calming himself down a bit to respond, a broad grin still plastered across his features.
“I’m more than good, this is.... you were perfect.” The last bit is directed at you, and Aizawa leans down to kiss you, even though it’s clumsy and awkward. Still, he persists.
When he breaks away, he reaches for his husband, and pecks him on the lips, before shuffling backwards on the bed, your head sliding off his lap.
“Do’ya wanna lay down sweetie-pop? Or sit in the chair and watch?”
“Wha-?” You blink at the blonde, a hand rubbing at your puffy eyes. You’re thirsty.
“She’s exhausted, have her lay down. Plus, you can kiss her when you start getting too loud.” Aizawa prompts his husband, and Hizashi swats playfully at the dark-haired man, but heeds his advice.
You’re maneuvered up the bed, until your head rests on the pillows. Your wrists stay tied though, and your brows knit in confusion. Are they leaving?
No, Aizawa’s removing his boxers, Hizashi’s on his knees, his face by yours scrunched up as he reaches back to his rear.
A glimpse of Shouta’s cock, and you’re suddenly extremely grateful that you had been under his husband, and not taking the monster Shouta had been hiding behind his boxers.
But your attention is torn away by Hizashi, who’s holding up.... a plug, shiny with lube.
Shouta shuffles behind him, grabs his husband’s hips, and then Hizashi is kissing you, whimpering into your mouth as Shouta enters him.
You can’t find it in yourself to feel sorry for Hizashi. At least he’s going to enjoy himself, sharing that part of himself with someone he loves.
Bitterness rises within you as you realize; you aren’t able to say the same.
I feel like I’ve found my kin, I fell in love with Kakashi when I was like 8 LOL. Can I request some general yandere Zoro headcanons btw? I loved/still love him too 😶
Yes you may ahhh!!!! I love Zoro so much. I love writing for fandoms like this bc shounen anime are... Well, shounen, they're aimed at dudes, so they tend to not have as large of a female audience so there's not a lot of content out there. I love Luffy and there's like zero girl-targeted content for him. I swear I've spent so much time looking for wholesome, decent LuNa (my otp im sorry i just hhhh) doujins that aren't super male-oriented, and there's like... 2. For a 900+ episode anime. 2.
I also love the concept of a yandere in a situation where they CAN'T kidnap you, they're limited by their circumstances, so they have to kind of adjust or go insane. It's an interesting dynamic because it eliminates the norm for yanderes.
I think I mentioned this but I'm not 100% caught up with one piece (I mean, who is?), so I'm just keeping it simplistic and going with kinda basic Zoro and nothing with specific character developments or any spoilers other than his backstory
Yandere Roronoa Zoro (One Piece)
Tws: all the usuals -- yandere, noncon, kidnapping
He meets you while he's lost. I'm sorry I just. Zoro gets lost in the middle of some place they're docked, and you're just such a sweetheart, you see this guy clearly not knowing where he's going, and offer to help him. He's kind of taken aback by your softness and sweetness.
He's not easily made aware of his own feelings. He's a rough and tough sort of guy, and he has dedicated himself to swordsmanship so much that he's neglected to focus on himself and his interpersonal relationships, and he's not really self aware at all of his own feelings, very out of touch with his emotions.
Obviously, even if he tries to shove it down, Kuina weighs heavily on his mind in relation to you. He's another man that has known loss and it's dealt its damage on his psyche. He can't lose another person who's dear to him again.
This results in him becoming insanely protective, one of the most protective yans out there. He's easily one led into paranoia delusions regarding your safety. However, he's an honest and reasonable guy and can be level-headed when confronted. If someone (not yourself, as he thinks you're naive, but maybe another girl like Nami or Robin) tells him he's being overprotective and exaggerating about your safety, he may actually have a moment of self-realization and admit to it. He's capable of being reasonable enough to see it once it's pointed out to him. However... this doesn't stop him. He tries, really, he genuinely tells himself that he needs to stop. But his instincts just kind of take over. It's an impulse, to stop you from doing even the most slightly dangerous things.
Once you join the Straw Hat Crew, he just kinda... clings. It's a silent presence, but he's always there, constantly seems to show up wherever you are. Unfortunately, you can't really... get away from him per se. You're kinda limited to one ship, at least as long as you're out on the sea. Your only option for respite is going to your room or bathing, otherwise, he's gonna follow you, even if he's not saying anything and (very badly) trying to feign indifference, pretending you just happen to be going the same way all the time. He doesn't really know what to say, he's not good with these things, and often he's acting without really thinking too much about it. He won't usually strike up a conversation, he just... is there. Watches. May awkwardly ask a question or make a passing comment.
One scenario I imagine is you jokingly picking up one of his swords and wielding it around giggling and he just flips out, takes it from you and yells at you not to do that, are you an idiot? Do you want to trip and fall and have that impale you? Do you realize how easy it would be for you to slice your arm open by accident? It's startling to both you and anyone watching -- even for someone who gets yell-y as easily as him, it seems like an overreaction. He'll apologize but insist it's a safety thing, really.
And he really tries to hide his more... aggressive nature, because he thinks it will drive you away -- he's a blunt, tough guy with a short-fused temper, and he thinks that's definitely not something women like very much. He tries not to yell at you, not get mad so easy, keep his calm better around you, and might even be nicer to others so that you don't think he's mean. And for the most part, he can manage that. Except when it comes to a very specific, very problematic blonde crew member. His little conflicts with Sanji get worse, to even a point that he's snapping at him so frequently that even Sanji himself is a bit bewildered and caught off guard by it. The others notice they fight a lot more often... and Zoro always seems to instigate it, picking quarrels over the littlest things. In reality, he's afraid of the other's... sleazy nature. He can't have you falling for that bastard. He even starts to get jittery when you're in the presence of Franky, Usopp, hell even Luffy of all people. It's noticeable, and everyone kinda worries for him.
He kicks himself for it as soon as he does it, but he finds himself insulting you nonetheless. It's a terrible habit. He gets so awkward and flustered that it's second nature for him to say something snarky or even rude when you talk to him, and he immediately is just mentally screaming at himself for doing so. This will get a bit better with time, though, if you two talk more often.
Now, even if you can fight, you're never gonna really get the opportunity. In battle, he's clinging to you and protecting you at every moment, even if it costs the others some unnecessary wounds. It's highly uncharacteristic of him, and they notice. He won't leave your side, insisting that you're a weak fighter and that he has to take care of you. You just don't get it, you overestimate yourself, you underestimate your enemies, you're a girl. What, Nami and Robin? Well, they've been at this much longer than you, and they had rough upbringings. You're different. You're soft... fragile. You just can't see it. You're lucky he's here to protect your dumbass.
Due to your setup, well, he can't really kidnap you per se. He undoubtedly would if you two were somewhere else, in another life or another setting, but that's not really an option, and even as a yandere, he would never go so far as to kill or abandon his crew. So, he's stuck with just... slowly, slowly mentally deteriorating.
Now, he's not capable of kidnapping, he's not smart enough to really manipulate you into anything (although he WILL tell you that some of the other guys are out to use you), so, he's left to be the guard dog he inevitably becomes to you. If you avoid him, he'll just follow you. If you don't talk to him, that's ok. If you confront him, he'll just insist he has no idea what you're talking about, and you'll start to feel like maybe you're just paranoid. The others... don't really know what to do, to be honest. I can see Nami/Robin potentially confronting him, but in the end, they can't force him to change his behaviors, and they can't afford to lose him. This results in, gradually, everyone slowly kind of accepting your dynamic onboard. They feel bad for you, really, but... in the end, Zoro's just more valuable to the crew. Sorry. They're not gonna get rid of him, but they don't want to get rid of you either.
If you leave? It may just be one of the very very few things that could ever cause him to leave the Strawhats. It would tear him up, really, it goes against his dreams, his pride, his loyalty, but in the end... his loyalty is first and foremost to you. He'll follow you if you leave. It's a bad move on your part, because this gets rid of the only thing standing between you and kidnapping. Which, at that point, surely will happen. Like his other behaviors, he'll feel bad, he'll try and stop himself, tell himself it's wrong, but you'll end up bound in some dark basement nonetheless. He's one to take a very simple approach. Find you alone, sling you up and over his shoulder and carry you off before anyone can come.
Rejection doesn't faze him. No matter what, he'll remain by your side. Even if you never love him in return. It's just his nature, he's a guardian through and through.
In the end, he'll be right there by your side, scaring off any competitors, clinging to you like glue, ever in your presence like a shadow, forever. Whether you want him to or not. He's just an inescapable force, an unmovable object, and you're wasting your time trying to change your fate.
Now, he's very flustered with anything sexual. Highly embarrassed, lots of shame, and doesn't talk much about it. It just kind of happens. He doesn't talk much during, mostly grunts and the occasional fuck when you clamp down, occasionally asking you if you're ok, if it hurts, if it feels good. It's one of the only very soft sides of him. In the end, he really, truly loves you, and doesn't want to hurt you, he wants you to feel good and just love him. It's a very different side to him, one no one else has ever really seen, it's the most vulnerable he himself has ever been with another person.
He feels shame for it, but initially he'll definitely be one to steal your things, sit outside of your room at night, listening to you through the wall, try and get glimpses of you bathing or dressing. He really, really feels guilty, and he's one that will, once you're comfortably restrained and never going anywhere, just sit down and list out every nasty little thing he's ever done regarding you, just to get it off his chest. He understands if you react badly, and he'll apologize, which is a bit ironic considering how much worse kidnapping you is.
He'll apologize for that, too. He's actually one to do so a lot. He's normally a proud guy, but with this? He knows it's wrong, he knows it's fucked up. He knows he can't stop. And he'll be sorry to the moon and back. Just never sorry enough to stop.
He's actually a pretty vanilla guy. Hand-holding missionary type. And, despite being so embarrassed over it all, oddly romantic about it. It's one of the only things he's ever soft and gentle about, it's almost unbelievable to you that he's capable of being so gentle and slow with anything. But he'll kiss your forehead, really take his time with it all, make you cum on his fingers before ever actually fucking you. Hold your hand, look into your eyes. It would be honestly incredibly sweet if it weren't... you know, taking place in some dark sealed off room after dragging you there against your will.
If he's particularly mad, he can get rougher, but he'll apologize after. It's a lot of harsh grabbing, biting, it leaves bruises that he'll rub over softly, whispering an apology, even if a little part of him likes the way it looks on you.
Fairy! wicked idea, you know how professional cuddlers is a thing? How about Enji Todoroki hires one, and it goes fabulously, they are so sweet and kind and small- he requests them to cuddle regularly, purely platonic (at first) and after some time, he develops a very Yandere level affection on them, what u think? (OR u can make it non Yandere and just a full on fluff fest, completely up to you!)
Oh my god, seriously?! Professional CUDDLERS!!! I NEED ONE I SWEAR TO GOD! I love this idea! This is obviously when he’s trying to reform himself.
Enji x Professional Cuddler! Reader
- He heard about the idea because both that brat Hawks and his son, Natsuo, suggested that he hire a professional cuddler to soothe all that anger inside him. Obviously, it was a joke but he found himself getting super aggressive, especially when he’d come home to the apartment he bought (because some people used his reformation to their advantage and didn’t want him around) and was forced to realise that this reformation was real and he couldn’t do anything about it. He’d get that occasional glimpse that this shouldn’t be happening and how dare they!!-- you get it.
- So he called the number on the card he was given and he honestly didn’t know what to expect but you...oh, god, he wasn’t expecting you. You were so cute, curvy in all the right places and even a bit more here and there. You weren’t short, about the same height as Rei, but you were shorter than him.
- You didn’t judge him as he let you enter his apartment. You had him sign some papers and then you asked how he’d like to do this. He kept his resting bitch face the entire time yet he couldn’t answer you.
- But you were soft and so so gentle with him, keeping this warm smile on your face as you directed him to his couch. You sat beside him and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You told him that this would be it for now, until he got used to it.
- It was a bit awkward in the beginning but with each session (it first started out as one per week), he got more and more cuddlier. By the fifth session, you were in between his legs and his large arms were wrapped around you. You were so small and you fit perfectly in his arms. He loved it.
- The tension from all the politics, all of the fighting and media just slowly ebbs away as he holds you. He buries his nose in your hair and he can smell that sweet shampoo of yours. He just feels so warm inside and for once, he’s at peace. He doesn’t have to worry about the stress of keeping the media away, the stress about reforming himself, nothing. Nothing to worry about, only peace-of-mind and content in feeling your touch.
- And you didn’t seem to mind it, too. I mean, who else could say that they had the No.1 Pro Hero acting like a big teddy bear? No one. Obviously, this remained a secret between the two of you, and your company, too.
- He doesn’t have his fire beard active and honestly, he looked kinda wholesome when you’d glance in the mirror and see his face as he rested his chin atop your head, snuggling your body against his warm one. It was peaceful, all relaxed and his eyes shut. He looked at rest and some times, he did sleep.
- He’s like a teddybear. His large, muscular arms and warm embrace sometimes make you feel sleepy, too. It’s like you’re being entrapped in a large, warm cocoon that just makes you feel so so safe. You lean your cheek against his arms and his arms would tighten ever so slightly and he’d lean back to let you cozy up in his embrace.
- Enji was beginning to understand why professional cuddling is such a thing nowadays. It feels so great.
- And so, he keeps scheduling more sessions until he got you at least once a day. You don’t mind and even try to experiment with different positions. He found another favourite, you lying right on top of him. He absentmindedly plays with your hair, softly braiding it from the times when he actually gave a damn about his children. He’s shit at it, obviously, but he still knows how to.
- He cooks you dinner whenever you come by, or if he can’t be asked, he’ll just hold you tight and order from outside. It’s a lovely gesture and you appreciate it.
- When he starts opening up about his reformation, you’re so gentle with him, always wearing that warm smile as you explain with such a professional understanding that he might just take you for a therapist. You giggled when he told you that and just claimed it was from experience. People liked to tell secrets and their insecurities when they’re cuddling. It’s such a vulnerable thing and when you feel so exposed, you let more things out to ease out the tension. It was a side-part of your job, sorta.
- Before he knows it, he’s fallen in love with you. You’re just so sweet and you don’t see him as Endeavor but rather, Enji.
- He has to have you. Has to.
- He figured it out, that these toxic feelings are blooming within him when one day, you couldn’t make it. You had to cancel on him and he freaked. He panicked, using all his resources to figure out just why you couldn’t come.
- And the next day, when you did, he scooped you up and wouldn’t let you go, almost suffocating you in his embrace because he feels like you might just leave if he lets go. You have to reassure him that that’s not the case and he will loosen his hold.
- Oh, you shouldn’t have gone out with your lady friends yesterday ‘cause while you were out, Enji was planning everything. Planning for what?
- Why, you moving in, of course!
- Because you’re not leaving him. At all. He’s got the legal work all signed and done. You’re going to be his. Permanently.
- But don’t worry! He’s going to take good care of you. He’s not going to make the same mistake twice with his new wife, and don’t worry, the kids will love you, too. And if they dont, who cares! All you need is him and all he needs is your hugs. So just smile for him and cuddle, okay?
- Midoriya is a delusional yandere for sure and Shoto keeps him grounded, in a way. Shoto, on the other hand, is a bit more of an obsessive darling and Midoriya only makes it worse. When it comes to this poly relationship, Shoto is much more possessive because he not only has to look out for you but also for Midoriay.
- They are both obsessive, wanting to know pretty much everything about you. Midoriya has a whole notebook dedicated to you, only you. He’s got your quirk written down, your body measurements that he definitely didn’t figure out by stealing your clothes and bras, the small things you like, your relationships with others, a bunch of fantasies based around you and him, etc.
- Shoto is obsessive and possessive, very protective, too, and Midoriya’s delusions and claims that they know best for you just makes his yandere nature worse. Like a lot worse.
- After the Sports Festival and Stain, the two grew closer to each other and by the time the dorms happened, they were probably in love and together. You came into the equation after they became pros, not before. One of them probably saved you during a villain attack and fell head over heels, immediately calling the other after all the civilians were safe and told him about you.
- When the other saw you, they agreed immediately and thus, the “courting period” started, which is another word for them stalking you.
- If you worked as a florist, they probably kept coming into your shop to buy flowers from you and they would accidentally kill them within a couple of days by claiming that Shoto’s quirk got the best of them. In accordance to this au, you’re a very gentle lady and you quietly laughed with the softest smile (which caused their heats to go doki doki) and offered different flower alternatives.
- If you worked at a bar, they probably kept coming each night. In the beginning, they would sit in the corner of the pub and occasionally look at you. Obviously, you’d be a badass in this situation and when they’re still there 5 mins before closing (they’re the only ones there), you stormed up to them, slammed your hand against the table and demanded what they wanted.
- When they told you they liked you, your badass nature would falter for a second and you’d either blush or tell them to fuck off.
- If you didn’t accept their offer for a poly relationship, they’d straight up kidnap you and force you to.
- If you did accept their relationship but wanted to take it slow (in both AUs), they would be totally for it. They understood that being with the two top Pros would be a bit intimidating given all the media and they would take their time with you, taking you out for luscious dates and making sure the media would back off with a proper law suit if they took photos of you.
- You’d eventually fall for Midoriya’s good-hearted nature and big goofy smile and for Shoto’s quiet charm. When you moved in with them, that’s when their yandere tendencies started to appear.
- Midoriya got a bit too clingy, always wanting to be by your side whenever he was free. He always wanted you in his lap and liked to dress you up. Shoto honestly stayed the same but when you were out with him, either alone or with Midoriya, he’d glare at any guy. In the beginning, that was fine. It’s just them being boyfriends.
- But then Midoriya’s clinginess lead to him wanting to text you every hour, asking where you were. He wanted to know who you were with at every minute of the day.
- Similarly, Shoto got sorta paranoid. Whenever you were talking to a guy, Shoto would wait ‘till the dude left and grabbed you by the shoulders, taking you somewhere private and demanding what you were doing with him. An argument ensued and the two of you were shouting at each other, you demanding why he was acting so insecure and him getting all defensive. He pulled a guilt trip on you the first time it happened and revealed his past, saying quietly that he thought you would leave. You softened and gave him a hug, whispering in his ear that you wouldn’t.
- You should’ve.
- It got worse with each passing day until they managed to fire you from your job, black listing you everywhere and forcing you to stay at home.
- “You don’t need to do anything, Y/N-chan~!”
- “We’ll take care of you.”
- Izuku is much more willing to punish you than Shoto, surprisingly. They’re not cruel and they don’t do it all the time but when you get a bit off the charts, a bit more aggressive, they have no choice but to punish you. Shoto keeps Izuku calm at these times because he’s sensitive to abuse and wants to make sure that you don’t go cray cray like his mum.
- They spoil you a lot. Like a whole lot. You’re a girl in a threesome with the two top Pros. They can get you anything.
- They do tend to take the luxuries they give you if you get a bit off hand. So they isolate you but not for too long since Shoto likes to keep your mental stability in mind. They never harm you. Never. Shoto does restrain you with ice but it’s about that. So you’re kinda lucky.
- They will hurt others, though. They have no problem with that.
- Also, they do gaslight you. Not too much though. Shoto doesn’t really like doing it and he always feels guilty when he does but he manipulates you into believing that the world outside is dangerous and it’s safer for you in the penthouse.
- Bakugo begrudgingly helps them out with this. He did such a good job with Kirishima’s darling so they asked him to have you be kidnapped by some villains and the two of them would save you. They needed you to be dependent on only them.
- Shoto is very considerate. When you’re feeling down, he knows just what to do to make you happy. He’ll wrap you in his arms, warm you up with his quirk, roll yourself and him up in a blanket and watch tv by your side. He lets you choose whatever show you want and will stay awake to watch it with you.
- Midoriya just thinks he knows everything. He does know how to make you happy but because he’s always clingy, it doesn’t really work out that well. So he ends up being casted aside while Shoto makes you happier. He’ll pout and turn his back to you both until you call him over to join you inside your burrito blanket.
- Depending on whose home food is taken care of. You don’t need to raise a pinky. All you gotta do is stop doing whatever you’re doing (be it gaming or painting or whatever activity you love doing) and come and eat. Midoriya tends to make healthy stuff and Shoto makes food that would give you a bit of fat. He likes you that way and will always be there to remind you that you’re gorgeous in his eyes, no matter how you look. He likes a bit of fat on you and will adoringly worship your body with kisses and compliments.
- In bed, Shoto is the dom. Hands down. Midoriya and you both switch. There are days where you’ll top Midoriya or he’ll top you. Either way, Shoto is still top top. Even though he’ll get down on his knees and eat you out, he does it in a way that still shows off his dominance, still shows off how much authority he has over the both of you.
- Midoriya likes to eat you out a lot. He likes making you cum in any way he can. Shoto likes to have his arms gripping you. Be it your thighs, your hips, whatever he can grab onto, he’s chilling. That’s why he gives you more junk food than Midoriya lets you eat, because he hopes you can get a bit more chubbier and he can have more to grab onto.
- Midoriya blushes a lot in bed. His face is always red. Shoto barely blushes but he can if you and Midoriya attempt to dominate him. It works because Midoriya is much stronger and Shoto would never dare to hurt you. So when the two of you are giving him a blowjob or stimulating his body in many ways, he will blush and grunt.
- If it’s not obvious, Midoriya is very loud in bed. You’re quiet mostly. Even if they’ve forced you, you’ll cry silently. Shoto is mediocre. Sometimes loud, sometimes quiet.
- On the note of being forced, neither of them have a problem with raping you for punishment. Though they’ll do it gently most of the time, they still will do it. Midoriya tends to delusion that your tears are tears of joy because you don’t actually make any crying sounds. Shoto has to step in when he gets a bit too out of hand.
- When you fall into Stockholm syndrome, life is much better. You live a grand life with two caring boyfriends who don’t have to worry about you leaving because by then, you’re too messed up to even think that you should leave. The world is too scary to be without your hero boyfriends.
- Izuku Midoriya is a downright delusional yandere that worships and obsesses over you. He’s clingy as fuck and believes that you were made for him. From the minute he saw you, he has tried countless methods to learn everything about you. Personal information, hobbies, your routine, everything. He knows it all, and it’s all jotted down in his notebook bought specifically for you. That notebook has everything. From simple, high school-like doodles to the details of your wedding. He worships you, to an extreme. That book is like his sacred shrine, it’s filled with little items and random facts about you
- “y/n prefers to use a small spoon for cereal – I gotta buy some soon!!”
- When he kidnaps you, everything has to be perfect. He won’t do it if anything is out of place. You’re locked in a room with a cuff around your left ankle. The chain is long enough for you to explore the room. The room will baffle you, though. It’s composed of everything you love. You’re a gamer? Expect two or three screens and a long shelf full of games. You’re a weeb? There are posters of your favourite anime all around, the amount depends on if you’re a hugeass weeb that wants your room filled head to toe with posters or a simple weeb that prefers to watch. Hell, you can even expect a popcorn machine in the corner.
- He’s not that bad of a yandere. He only wants the best for you. He’s not going to hurt you, not at all. He could never do something to damage that lovely skin of yours. If he finds out that the cuff is too tight, he will be so ashamed of himself. How could he hurt you?!
- That’s why it’s so easy to manipulate him. Just bat your eyes and give him a pout and whatever you want is in your hands in a matter of seconds. But I’m warning you, if he finds out, he’ll be very disappointed in you. This is when he’ll restrict himself and take away your luxuries. He’ll put you in another room (it’s still comfy and warm, but you’ll be bored out of your mind).
- Your punishment is the “boring room”. He’ll take away all your privileges. You like your small spoon for breakfast? You’re not getting that anymore. You’re a picky eater? He’s going to give you food that you don’t exactly like but you can’t complain.
- Escape? It’s super easy in the beginning. He’s very easy to manipulate and he doesn’t react badly the first couple times. He’ll cry and wail but he won’t do anything more than that. He might put you in the “boring room” but he doesn’t do anything. To you, it seems like he’s a pushover, but in his perspective, he’s learning. A relationship has its ups and downs, your escape is just a down. That window you managed to sneak out of? Glued shut and will never open again. The whole in the fence? It’s going to be replaced with bricks soon.
- When he snaps? Oh, boy, you’re going to get hurt. It may not be intentional but you will get hurt if you’re the cause. He doesn’t snap easily but if he does, he’ll lose control of his quirk and accidentally hurt you. When he does and you start crying, he’ll snap out of it and ball with you. He’ll quickly wrap you up in cuddles and smother you with affection.
- He shows his affection through gifts, cuddles and the little things he happens to know about you. You want breakfast? You’re going to find a small spoon, probably the one you like in the bowl. Hell, he’ll go above and beyond for you. You like your lucky charms with marshmallows only? You’re going to get a whole bowl full.
- He’s not much of a killer. He’ll only do so when it’s absolutely necessary. Someone is trying to take you away? He might snap and kill them, but otherwise, he’ll use harmless methods. If you’ve got someone crushing on you then they’re going to fall for someone else. He’ll see to it.
- He won’t do anything without your consent. That’s a no-no. He wants you to be willing and accept him. He’s prepared to wait years for you. Yeah, sure, if he gets frustrated, he might take one of your underwear and sort himself out, but nothing else.
- When you do consent, he is on his hands and knees for you. He’ll take the lead if you like that but he will sure as hell let you dominate him. Fuck, that’s one of his kinks. Don’t forget, this guy knows everything about you. The first time you have sex, he’s going to be able to get you to cum in seconds. He knows your spots, the best way to get you to orgasm.
- If you let him take the lead, he is going to worship your body. It’s like a temple. That’s why he wants no bruises but if you have a scar from maybe being another Pro-Hero, he will cherish them. He’ll drag his tongue across them and across your body.
- When you get Stockholm Syndrome, nothing really changes, to be honest. You’re already living the perfect life filled with things you love. He may get more sexual with you, but other than that, there’s nothing much that changes. You’ll be one happy couple, for sure.
- He’s baby. Look at that smile! Like Mirio and Midoriya, he’s a delusional and seeks to make you happy with everything he’s got. He had a depressing childhood and he knows how it feels to feel like shit and he doesn’t want that for you so he tries his hardest to always smile and cheer you up.
- On a scale from 1-10 on how bad of a yandere he is to you, he’s a 0.5. There is no chance in hell that he’d hurt you! But there’s a possibility if you drive him over the edge with incessant stubbornness that he may accidentally hurt you. Obviously, he’d be so ashamed and guilty.
- On a scale from 1-10 on how bad of a yandere he is to others, he’s a 4. He’s Red Riot, perceived to the whole world as a chivalrous lovable idiot but he can be sadistic when it comes down to it. He will hurt someone he thinks is stepping out of line but it doesn’t happen often.
- He loves to dress you up in clothes he buys you or anything really. He finds you super cute and sometimes will buy you some lingerie because you are fucking stunning and it turns him on so much.
- He loves it when you feel safe. You don’t have to say it to him, he can easily tell. When you relax in his arms and snuggle into his waist, he knows you feel secure. He’s a man! It’s his duty to make his beloved feel protected and he does his best to ensure that you’re always safe, becoming regretful if the opposite happens.
- He’s a restraint yandere. He loves you so so so much that he’s willing to kidnap you and tie you up to keep you by his side. He’s so afraid that one day you’ll find someone better than him and he wants to prove that no one else can protect you like he does. Obviously, he’s not going to tie you up too roughly and will make sure you’re comfortable when he does so.
- Bakugo is his main man, his best pal, whatever, so sometimes, his ideas of making you realise that only he can protect you are borderline sadistic. He doesn’t know that, of course, because Bakugo knows best. He has a loving darling so he must know what to do!
- That being said, one way he forced you into realising he was the only one to protect you was having a couple of villains come after you and when no one else came to save you, you freaked the fuck out. The villains had strict orders to make you feel as scared as possible so they went ahead and stripped you, laughing maniacally.
- Kirishima swooped in and killed them all because they were NOT supposed to take you for themselves. He took you into his arms and you broke. You cried and wailed, thanking him for saving you and though he felt guilty for making you cry, the grin that spread from ear to ear told the truth.
- Kiri likes to buy you things that make you smile. He LOVES seeing that gorgeous smile that dazzles with the stars and so he’ll do anything to keep it there. He’ll buy you your favourite drink, favourite food. He will buy you a freaking penthouse or a tower if it means you’ll smile for him.
- But that smile better be for him and for him only. Anyone else who gets that smile doesn’t deserve it and he will throw hands when they smile back at you. He’ll drag you home and pout that you shouldn’t smile for others.
- He’s like a little puppy, always asking for affection. If you’re playing a game, he will drag you from your gamer chair and wheel you to the bed where he’ll take you in his arms and hug you. If you’re playing on the couch, he’ll seat you on his lap and you can play for however long as you like since you end up snuggling further into him.
- He punishes you with the restriction of your luxuries. He’ll stop buying you things and take stuff away. It’s like training a child, really. He can’t bring himself to physically harm you, no matter how many times Bakugo tells him to.
- He’s hella easy to manipulate. Just be like “let me out, will you? it’s for our date” and he’ll beam and let you out. He’ll hesitate in the beginning when you don’t have his complete trust but if you’re smart and actually do what you said you were doing for the first three times, he’ll believe you and the fourth time would be your opportunity to escape.
- With that in mind, escaping is hard. That’s because his main man is Bakugo Freaking Katsuki. He’s dealt with his own s/o so he knows what he’s doing. He knows where you’re going to go because his s/o pulled it too and yeah, you’re going to get captured and mailed back to Kirishima.
- When you get back to Kirishima, he’ll be very upset and disappointed. He may not necessarily hurt you but he may start shouting, at Bakugo even if the blond hurt you. Bakugo most likely injured you as a little threat when he found you. He knows Kirishima would never lay a hand at you.
- And Bakugo is terrifying so it definitely left a mark, on your skin and in your mind.
- He’s sexual, not as high as Bakugo and Dabi but moderately close.
- His kinks consist of biting because he loves seeing you marked with his teeth, a sign that you belonged to him. When he’s older, Kirishima has a thing for daddy kink, not ddlg though. He absolutely has a thing for you wearing a UA high schooler uniform because it’s just so hot to defile a high schooler, even though you’re not one.
- When you’ve got Stockholm syndrome and finally accept him, that big grin of his won’t go away for days. Everyone will notice how happier he’s gotten and you may even find a little gift wrapped neatly for you by an equally happy blond.
➳ Shuichi is a pervert, a huge one. He always was, and his perviness only got worse when he first met you. You were astonishing to him. Your hair, your outfits, your personality, body, looks; all if it was absolutely beautiful to him.
➳ Over time he became more obsessive and possesive towards you, getting these unexplainable urges. Urges that would send him to jail of he dare acted them out. Fortunately, he had very good self control and held back on these urges. But, all good things must come to an end, as these urges and thoughts became too overwhelming for him.
➳ He had bought his own camera just for taking pictures of you at your most vulnerable moments. Shuichi would stay right next to your window, waiting until you're sleeping, changing, masturbating, etcetera. He kept it mild, for now.
➳ But of course, he got away with these things, and due to that he started thinking that possibly he could get away with more intense things. Break-in's, stealing, touching you in your sleep.
➳ He gave into those thoughts and urges too, satisfying them as he broke into your room at night. He did that by using the window, as it was closest to you, sleeping beauty. You were so much more beautiful up close and in person, your skin so soft to the touch.
➳ He grazes his hand across your delicate skin, that touch alone sending arousal to his half-hard dick. Saihara watched as your chest raises up and falls back down, in a calming slumber, completely unaware about what's to come.
➳ Your shirt was raised up just above your belly button, to which his cold hand took to its advantage and rested on your stomach. His eyes snapped to your face as you tense in your sleep, the cold of his hand interrupting your peaceful slumber.
➳ Once you've calmed, Shuichi let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. His hand was warm now due to your body heat, allowing him to trail his hand up more and more without disrupting your sleep. His thin fingers stopped at the strap of your bra, his arm had only raised your shirt up more reveaing the bottom of your bra.
➳ Shuichi licked his lips in anticipation, taking his hand out of your shirt to delicately lift the rest of your shirt up, revealing your bra in its entirety. He could see your hardened nipples through the fabric, making his cock twitch in his pants. His hand groped your breast gently, he huffs, he could barely feel a thing! Your bra was in the way!
➳ He crawled onto your bed, straddling your hips with his hands at the sides of your head. He's so close to you, bent down with his lips inches away from yours. You looked absolutely stunning. The camera he had wrapped around his neck was nearly touching your breasts, which reminded him. He needed to treasure this moment.
➳ Forunately your lamp was on, which he found absolutely adorable. You can't sleep in the dark, you poor thing~ He did his best to drive his attention to his camera, lifting it up and taking a photo of your body, making sure your breasts were in view. With a chuckle, he took the camera off his neck and placed it on the desk. Now he can do whatever he pleases without waking you.
➳ Carefully he tucked his hands under your back, undoing your bra in no time. He felt the clips of your bra fall into his palms, allowing him to remove your bra. It took some effort, but in just a few minutes your bra and shirt were tossed onto the floor, revealing your now nude top half.
➳ His breathing became uneven, he wanted to do so much to you, but he knew that he needs to take baby steps to get to that point. For now, his hands squeezed and fondled your breasts, his thumb and index finger pinching your nipples to roll them between his fingers, feeling them harden. Satisfied, he let go, your nipples now hard and begging to be sucked on.
➳ He only chuckled at this and leaned down, pressing the flat of his tongue against your rock hard nipple, giving it a light flick of his tongue. That didn't wake you thankfully, a smirk forming onto his blush covered face. His thin lips wrapped around the bud, eyes fluttering closed.
➳ His sucks on the snesitive bud were incredibly gentle, in hopes you wouldn't wake up and attempt to kick him out. All he wants to do is make you feel good, so why wouls uou kick him out in the first place?
➳ Speaking of which, he groped your other free breast with his left hand, his right going between his and your legs to press his two fingers onto your clothed folds. He wasn't expecting your shorts to be wet, popping off of your saliva covered bud to look at the somewhat noticeable stain.
➳ "Ahaha.." he laughs softly, licking your other nipple once more before heading between your legs. The scent of your arousal hit him almost immediately, though he wasn't complaining. The scent was intoxicating, and made his pants just become even tighter.
➳ He sits up onto his knees, oh so carefully taking your shorts off and tossing them with the other articles of clothing. Your panties were just the cutest, making him immediately slide those off and have a whiff. "Mmhm~ Naughty, naughty girl.." he said, noticing that your folds were drenched.
➳ Instead of tossing the panties onto the floor, he shoved them in his pocker for later, getting back down onto his stomach to spread your wet folds. "Oohh.." he hums, you masturbated before this. Oh wow, he couldn't keep his dick in his pants for much longer. Quickly he grabbed his camera and took a photo of your hole, biting his lip so hard it nearly bled.
➳ "Wow.." he admires you once more, placing the camera down onto your desk once again. Stunning, he thought. Absolutely gorgeous.
➳ He leaned into your heat, sticking his tongue out and pressing the flat of it against your slit, and flicking it upwards while making sure it hit your clit, watching it twitch. A breathy laugh came from him, his left hands thumb pressing onto your clitoral hood and pushing back lightly.
➳ "Mmh.." he mumbles, sticking his tongue out to lap up your thick juices. His heart was pounding, you tasted astonishing. Your taste alone has him rubbing himself against your mattress, you're that addicting.
➳ Gently he pushed his tongue inside of you, there being not must resistance fortunately enough. His thumb let go of your clitoral hood to press down on your clit, rubbing it in slow circles. He could tell you were slowly starting to stir, small whimpers were coming from your sleeping body. Adorable, small whimpers to be specific.
➳ "Mmmh.. w-what..?" you mumble, sitting up to see what was happening to you. Shuichi's heart skipped a beat for a moment, busted, he thought. However, he didn't stop, he just chuckled lightly, sending a spark of pleasure through your nerves. "A-Ah-! W-What are you-?!"
➳ Your hands frantically clawed at his head, desperately trying to tear him off of you. His hands went straight to your hips to hold them down, the glare he's giving you shooting daggers into your heart.
➳ "G-Get off of me you creep! G-Get out of my house!!" you yell. Unfortunately for you, Shuichi wasn't leaving until you cum. His tongue got pulled out of you to flick your clit, thin lips wrapping around the little bundle of nerves. The feeling made you go tense, "H-Hnnaaah-!"
➳ The moan drove him on, watching as you finally gave up and fell against your pillow. In all of his years being a detective, he's never seen nor heard someone give up this quick. You must want this as much as I do, he thinks. That idea alone had his cock begging to be released from the tightness of his pants.
➳ He hums against your swollen, sensitive clit, shoving two of his fingers into your clenching hole with no regard of how it'd feel. "O-Ow!! S-Shuichi--" you get cut off, his other hand lifting up and slamming down onto your thigh telling you to shut up.
➳ With a whimper, you kept quiet. You felt your high becoming closer and closer, his fingers doing a 'come hither' motion right against your g-spot wasn't helping either. You did not want to cum because of this sicko, this absolute freak, but you couldn't help it. The pleasure was just too much. You came, you came all over his fingers. Your velvety walls cleched around his slim fingers.
➳ A hum of satisfaction came from his throat, pulling off of your overstimulated clit and roughly pulling his fingers out. He was absolutely desperate for your juices, his tongue darting out to lap up your cum. Sweet like saccharine, Shuichi though. He smirked once finished, sitting up onto his knees to pull hos pants down to his knees and to take his dick out of the hole of his boxers.
➳ "G-God.. you're gorgeous," he moans out, hand wrapped around his pre-cum leaking dick. Roughly he started getting himself off to your twitching, limp body. "Y-You know.." he starts, "I-It was so tempting to.. just carve my initials into your skin, but.. you're so incredibly irresistible, my love.."
➳ His words meant nothing to you, of course. You were sure about that once you felt his warm semen shoot onto your sucked-in stomach. He came a lot, letting out a pleasured sigh. "Here.." he scoops some of his seed off your stomach with his fingers to wipe it onto your lip. Instinctively, you licked it off, which you immediately regretted; it made his half-hard dick twitch.
➳ "Haha.. it's like you're asking for more. Don't worry, love..." he kisses your forehead. "This won't be the last time."
➳ He gets dressed, takes a photo of you, and leaves. Leaving you covered in his semen, quivering.
Be warned! This is my first nsfw fic in a very long time. I’m basically using this as practice to get better and I tried my best. Not sure if I’m going to start accepting lemon fic requests yet though, I’m mainly just writing what I want for right now. Please let me know what you think! Also! This is really self-indulgent amslndskdbcs
Should I start doing that thing where people put gifs on top of the fics haha? Please tell me if I spelled something wrong
