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Dad Dabi is getting teary eyed as he watches his baby reader taker her first steps. My man just gets on his knees and opens up his arms for her, scooping her up and cooing how amazing she is. But when he puts her down and reader starts walking again, he realises that this means you're growing up, and since u can walk now, you're gonna start running soon, and then eventually you're gonna leave your old man because someone's scummy son wooed you, and your scummy s/o will obv not let u meet your father and he's gonna die alone and won't be able to protect u from your scummy s/o and the scummy world omg-
And Dabi's like immeadiately pushing you down until u fall softly on ur butt and he's like: alright, cut it out. No more walking for you, little brat.*sniffles*
#yandere dabi#yandere bnha#yandere mha#bnha imagines#bnha headcanons#yandere dad dabi#dabi x reader#dabi
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Endeavor - Intro/Headcanons
Endeavor is a very underrated character.
yes he was an abuser, but he is trying to be a better father. and even though hen still gets mad and doesn't really know how to show his emotions he's still trying. As someone who doesn't have the best relationship with her father, and also as some one who is trying to be a better person I can appreciate that.
I feel like if somebody were to give him a chance, somebody that has little to no knowledge of his past or status he could actually have a stable and healthy relationship with such a person.
but that on it's own is boring so make it a reader who was just recently put in an orphanage as she was saved from her neglectful parents and has no other family. we'll keep her around the age of 4-15 as those were the years that endeavor missed the most with his kids.
now, how would these two meet? I have a couple ideas and I'll write a fanfic (or fanfics) for the most popular one. (there's a poll below for y'all to decide.)
option 1 : Bus stop
reader is around 5,6,7 years old and quirkless.
so you and Endeavor have a similar morning commute at the same bus stop, at the same time, every morning. you go to school, and him to his agency. and while Endeavor never really cared for this, one morning you happen to forget your coat at the orphanage. (not that it kept you warm anyway.) the sight of a child in winter, cold and alone, practically pulled at his heart strings. a feeling overcame him I suppose, a need to protect and provide perhaps. and begrudgingly he got out a sweater, all warm and fluffy and lent it to you, grumbling something about giving it back to him later. now all snuggled up within the oversized cotton fibers of the sweater, warm and happy, all you could really do is mumble out a little thank you. Imma bout' to pull a grinch but Endeavor's heart grew 3 times that day.
Option 2 : support hero
reader is 15 and quirkless but uses support items to help her if she needs anything.
you are the apprentice of his main support hero, a wild, spunky woman who spends her days drinking, drunk, or hungover. ( I mean... good for her.) and yes while she does teach you, she usaully leaves all the real work to you. at this point she's your apprentice. so when Endeavor comes it's not her that really helps it's you! you repair, you improve, you operate the rest of the support heroes, honestly he should give you a raise. and it's nice, having you around I mean, you just always seem to make his day better, either by showing him cat memes, or explaining your latest obsession to him, or just being your self. it's a talkative and optimistic x furious monster that will fight to the death for them dynamic or a brings instant noodles to share for lunch x uses his fire quirk to actually cook the instant noodles with his fire quirk dynamic.
Option 3 : Dabi
more of a Endeavor-Dabi mix for the drama. reader is 4 and gets her quirk in the story. her quirk is a heightened version of shoto's quirk which I'll expand on if this is the fan favorite.
you are the product of Dabi and a fling he had when he was 19 or 20, and while he may not have the most money or have the money, he still tires to protect you and and make you feel as cherished and loved as one can. growing up he never really showed you what a hero was. all you need to know is that they are not good people but don't tell anyone that lots of people don't know that and might get angry. now this is fine and all, Dabi protects your innocence while also protecting you from the world that hurt him. but one thing he negelcted to teach you is who is a hero. because the description he gave you "people attempting to 'save' people and fight 'bad guys' using their quirks often with swarms of people around them." only applies to heros in action and/or heros that the public actually like. so when Endeavor is placed to patrol in a relatively bad neighbourhood (it's the best one dabi could afford HE"S TRYING C"MON) around the time kids go and comeback from school to make sure they get home safe is when he meets you. a little girl with white hair like snow and sapphire blue eyes that glisten with joy.
POLLS!!!
thx for reading!!! byyeee.
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How will yan dad dabi react to reader getting their quirk. And they have the some quirk as him. The rest is up to u
-🥄anon
Dabi doesn't like this no, he absolutely hate it.
He doesn't want his baby to have his quirk. No he would rather have them be quirkless, he doesn't want them to get his scars, to have to replace skin with plastic surgery. "You can't use your quirk too much." Dabi told Reader when he noticed a small scar forming on their pinky.
"Huh?"
"Your body is made for an ice quirk, just like me." Reader's eyes brightened. "YAY I CAN LOOK LIKE PAPA!" Reader's child-like vision of 'hero' Dabi is playing a big role into this. "I am sorry, baby. But if you use your quirk I'll have to punish you."
Dabi was trying to be as soft as possible. Knowing that this would crush Reader's spirit.
Reader started to cry and Dabi comforted Reader, rocking them in his arms.
"How about watching some Avatar the Last Airbender?"
"Yes, please." Reader whispered, still crying.
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Random thought of the day: Platonic Yandere father Dabi finding out you idolize Endeavor.
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Mirio would probably stalk touyas daughter and the one time she is able to sneak away and have some alone time there just happens to be a villain and the villain attacks her, and mirio saves her. It’s a funny coincidence that when she got attacked he was there. Just a coincidence.
And oh no, it looks like touyas daughter got some scrapes and bruises, and mirio carries her to her home. He even stays to clean her wounds while Natsuo is on his way over.
It doesn’t matter that she never told him her address, or that he showed up surprisingly quick.
All that matters to rei is that he brought her grand baby back, and he was such a gentleman by giving her his jacket.
What a nice boy, so caring and gentle towards her baby, she begins to think that he is such a good influence, and she wouldn’t hate the idea of him being like a bodyguard/ babysitter for her
You're skeptical. How could you not be?
Mirio Togara, the creepy upper class man with an obsession with you. One of UA's Big Three, while you're just a General Studies burnout
But he was here, just in time to save you? You're not buying it. You know his quirk. You know what he can do.
And you've been careful. Oh so, careful. And that's what's made him able to orchestrate this attack. You're too busy looking for him around every corner that you don't notice the villain with a gun.
And with a bullet in your side, he knows that you can't be so careful. You'll be saddled down in one location for weeks recovering. And you'll be bedridden for twice longer.
He knows that Rei will handcuff you to the bed, but he'll slip through the floor and the walls in order to get close to you. He'll even leave clothes in your place, to keep your innocence and his dick covered.
Just let him slide under your baby pink covers. It'll give you a break from your obsessive family and a chance for a free future.
Or maybe you can find your dad. Touya Todoroki isn't really dead after all.
#platonic yandere#yandere mha#yandere bnha#bnha#mha#mha platonic yanderes#reader insert#yandere todoroki clan#yandere todoroki family#yan dad dabi#yandere mirio
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Master List Part Three
Updated 04/08/2024
***My request rules have been updated on 12/11/2023 and can be found here.
<Master List Part Two
Master List Part Four>
Key:
💙 = Platonic Yandere
💜 = SFW Yandere
🖤 = NSFW Yandere (I want to make a note that not all NSFW material mentions sex. Some of it is labeled NSFW because of heavy abuse, suicidal thoughts, graphic depictions of whipping or death, etc. Read at your own discretion)
💙🖤 = Platonic Yandere which includes NSFW material such as but not limited to: heavy abuse or abuse mentioned (whether brief of not), suicidal thoughts/tendencies, graphic depictions of whipping or death, etc. Read at your own discretion
🩶 = NSFW non sexual/non consensual spanking (EX: punishment spanking)
🩵 = NSFW platonic spanking
My Hero Academia
Tomura Shigaraki:
Yan!Naga Shiggy HCs 💜
Blurb 🖤
Shiggy Drug Dealer to Yandere HCs 🖤
Shouta Aizawa:
Bratty Girl 🩶
Spicy!Naga Shota 🖤
Kai Chisaki:
Maid Kink Drabble 🖤
Annoying Yan!Overhaul Tips 💜
Keigo Takami:
You Can’t Leave Me 💙
The Scent of Another Man 🖤
Destinations in Life 💙
Baby Bird 💙
Katsuki Bakugou:
Leaving Isn’t Easy 🖤
Daily Reminder 🖤
Blurb 💙
Apologizing 💜
Daily Reminder #2 🖤
Dabi:
Yan!Naga Dabi HCs 💜
What Are You Really Afraid of? 💙🖤
Oral Fixation 🖤
Daily Reminder (Touya-Nii) 🩵
Maybe 💜
Shoto Todoroki:
Thirsty Imagine - Shoto Todoroki 🖤
Stay Home, Imoto! 💙
Izuku Midoriya:
Yan!Dad Izuku Blurb 💙
KiriBaku:
Hunt and Chase 💜
EraserMic:
You Don’t Need to be a Hero 💜
Yan!EraserMic HCs 💙
Pregnant!Reader 💙
Shinzawa:
Learning Opportunity 🖤
TodoBakuDeku:
Everything has a Price 💜
Sub!Deku to Dom!Deku 🖤
BakuDeku:
Caught In Between 🖤
Twice:
Yan!Twice HCs 💜
Multiple Characters:
Faking Stockholm Syndrome (Bakugou and Keigo) 🖤
Yandere’s Favorite Kind of Toys - MHA Edition 🖤
MHA Spanking Pain 🩶/🩵
Fairy Tail
Rogue Cheney:
Boyfriend Material HCs 💜
Mystogan:
Asleep 🖤
Naruto Shippuden
Kakashi Hatake:
Horny Drabble 🖤
The Right to Have You 🖤
Kakashi’s Enemy 🖤
SasuNaru:
Learn Something New Every Day 🩶
Attack on Titan
Levi Ackerman:
First Time in the Underground 🖤
Instructions #1 🖤
Instructions #2 🖤
Fluffy Levi HCs 💜
Bunny 🖤
Maid Kink Drabble 🖤
Crushing 🖤
LEON…Whoops 🖤
The Effects of Alcohol 🖤
Missed Texts 🖤
Pregnancy and Punishment 💜
Pleasure Spot 🖤
EruRi:
Opinion 🖤
Demon Slayer
Muzan Kibutsuji:
Mafia Yan!Dad Muzan 💙
Demon Siblings 💙🖤
I’ll Get You There 🖤
Rose Thorn 🖤
Tengen Uzui:
Back to the Beginning 💜
Sanemi Shinazugawa:
The Wind Pillar’s Tsuguko 🖤
This Little Love of Mine 💜
Multiple Characters:
How the Hashiras Spank Their Darling 🖤
Jujutsu Kaisen
Satoru Gojo:
Yandere Dad Gojo HCs 🩵
My Daughter, My Little Girl 🩵
Thirsty Imagine - Satoru Gojo 🖤
Don’t Close Your Eyes 💙
Why, Gojo, Why? 💙
Ryomen Sukuna:
Daily Reminder #1 🖤
Horny Drabble 🖤
Daily Reminder #2 🖤
Sukuna Finds Your Vibrator 🖤
Nanami Kento:
Yan!Uncle Nanami 💙
Home Sweet Home 💙
Yuji Itadori:
Daily Reminder #1 🖤
Yan!Yuji One Shot 🖤
You’ll Learn, I Promise 🖤
Thirsty Imagine - Yuji-Nii 🖤
Yuji Spanks You (Blurb) 🩶
Choso Kamo:
Thirsty Imagine - Yan!Choso 🖤
Tiny Misbehaving Blurb 🩵
Megumi Fushiguro:
Horny Blurb - Megumi Fushiguro 🖤
Toji Fushiguro (Zenin):
Horny Blurb - Toji Fushiguro (Zenin) 🖤
Horny Blurb - Yan!Toji 🖤
Thirsty Imagine - Yan!Toji Fushiguro 🖤
Princess (Daddy Loves You Part One) 🖤
Dirt Bag (Daddy Loves You Part Two) 🖤
Suguru Geto:
Suguru Geto HCs 🖤
Don’t Fuss 💜
Toge Inumaki:
Drabble - Toge Inumaki 💜
SatoSugu:
Daily Reminder #1 💙
‘Tis the Fucking Season! 🖤
ItaFushi:
The Darling Shows Favoritism 🩶
SukuIta:
Yuji-Sukuna Horny Blurb 🖤
Multiple Characters:
Spanking for Running Away 🩶
Assassination Classroom
Karma Akabane:
Death by Chocolate 🖤
Black Clover
Julius Novacrono:
Tiny Punishment Blurb 💜
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Duplicity
Dabi / Touya Todoroki x reader (ft. Tomura Shigaraki & Keigo Takami)
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First fic in yonks, and it's a dark one (seriously. read the warnings)
i have three other fics i'm working on that i'm hoping to have done in the next week or two :))
word count - 7.5k
tw: dark content, noncon / dubcon (mostly noncon), (pseudo) incest??, yandere, threesome, gangbang, vaginal sex, oral sex (both m and f receiving), throat fucking, slapping (not in a sexy way), praise, degradation, they're all pretty mean, voyeurism, choking (not in a sexy way), Dabi is called Touya pretty much the entire fic, and he has a Jacob's ladder, the big dick Shiggy agenda continues, violence, creampie, no protection (wrap it before you tap it kids), chasing, Touya has a thing for tits, some head injury (reader should really have that checked out), Keigo's kinda just there for the vibes tbh
bnha masterlist
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
The mumble is dejected, barely uttered under your breath, and promptly followed by a heavy huff.
Your day had been hell personified, to put it lightly.
A slew of unfortunate events had been what made up your day, bad luck from the moment you’d opened your eyes that morning - late, might I add.
All of your bad luck had culminated into what had probably been the worst day of your life, and to top it all off, you’d been forced to walk home in the rain. Twenty minutes of trudging down a bunch of empty streets saw your already terrible mood plummet, becoming ten times worse.
You’d been looking forward to the day’s end - all you wanted was to get home, for some peace and quiet and whatever leftovers you could find shoved in the back of the fridge.
That’s why, right now, you feel yourself itching with barely concealed irritation.
There, sat far too comfortably on the sofa, was your brother.
Step brother.
As if you’d ever call that waste of space your brother.
Worse still was the fact that he had two of his creep-fest friends with him.
That wasn’t what annoyed you, although you hated that they had decided to spend their time here instead of elsewhere.
No, what annoyed you most was-
“You couldn’t have picked me up? I had to walk in the rain. Twenty minutes Touya!”
He glances over at you, barely registering your words, his attention more focused on the game he’s playing with one of his friends - the blue haired one who has a habit of seemingly undressing you with his eyes everytime you see him.
You shiver in slight disgust as he eyes you up.
“And? How’s that my problem?”
You groan in frustration, kicking off your shoes in the entryway and stomping up the stairs towards your room.
“Fucking stupid, waste of space, dumbass, idiot - I’ll shove that damn controller up your ass.”
You take a deep breath, calming yourself.
It’s fine. This is fine.
After you’ve calmed yourself and changed out of your soaked clothing, you head downstairs again, pausing on the landing to stare out the window.
The rain pelts down in thick sheets, so heavy you can barely see beyond the window.
You preoccupy yourself with grabbing something to eat, shoving a few slices of leftover pizza onto a plate and into the microwave. While it heats up, a thought hits you and you head back to the living room.
“Hey Touya, when’re mom and dad getting home?”
He doesn’t answer. You wait a while, thinking he’s preoccupied.
Still nothing.
You ask again.
“Touya-”
“Fucking hell!” he yells, slamming his hand down on the coffee table.
The screen flashes as his character dies and Shigaraki snickers next to him.
Touya turns to glower at you.
“Stop bothering me.”
You roll your eyes.
“When’s dad getting home?”
He leans back, flicking at the controller as another round starts up. Shigaraki hands his controller over to Keigo, or Hawks as his friends mockingly call him.
“Eh? He’s not coming home. Him and your mom left for a business trip this morning - didn’t they tell you?”
You still.
A business trip?
You hum out a distracted thanks, heading back into the kitchen as the microwave blares. You grab the still-hot plate before heading back up to your room, crawling under the pile of blankets on your bed.
****
You put the thought of your parents and their last minute business trip out of your mind. Instead, you think about other things.
Like the fact that Touya refused to call your mom ‘mom’.
You didn’t blame him, per se. In fact, it was probably better that he didn’t.
It was just strange - Shouto, Fuyumi and Natsuo all called your mom theirs, so it was always jarring to hear Touya call her ‘your mom’, or even worse, by her first name. But it never seemed to bother her, so you never mentioned it.
It wasn’t as if he was even around often enough for it to be a big deal.
Mostly, he stayed with one of his friends, coming home only when no one else was around or if he needed a change of clothes.
It was an arrangement that suited everyone, though your father never seemed to appreciate his son’s flighty nature.
Whatever, it was none of your business.
All you knew was that whenever he was around, he made your life a living hell.
Before your mom had married his dad, you’d never had any siblings, so the only image you had of that type of relationship before was the stuff you’d seen on tv.
Shouto and Natsuo were nice enough, adopting you as their younger sister. You’d joined their family early enough that it felt as if they really were your siblings - you were barely four years old at the time, two years younger than Shouto.
Fuyumi had smothered you in the beginning, coddling and cooing at you like a pet.
Once the novelty had worn off, she’d become somewhat of a normal older sister, though still far more affectionate than what you expected.
Touya though - he avoided you like the plague, at least for the first few years after you’d been forced to live together. Sometime after your tenth birthday though, he’d turned into your own personal tormentor, teasing you like some stereotypical middle school bully, pulling at your hair, tripping you while you walked up the stairs, locking you in the basement if you went down alone to get something out of your dad’s office. Once or twice, he even managed to get you into a headlock, letting up only once you were seconds away from passing out.
It was horrible, and your siblings stepped in wherever they could.
He seemed to lose interest after a while, settling on slinging insults your way whenever he was near. Eventually even that seemed to lose its appeal, and, as of late, he’d gone back to ignoring your very existence, as he had when you’d first met.
It might have hurt your feelings, if you’d had any type of relationship with him. Now, you were just thankful he wasn’t trying to wrestle you to the ground whenever he saw you.
Your musings are cut short by a loud clap of thunder, and you flinch as the windows rattle.
Thunder never bothered you, but the storm seemed to be getting worse, and in the back of your mind, you registered that Shouto still wasn’t home.
You fidget with the blanket on your lap for a few more moments, trying and failing to distract yourself with your phone. You find yourself tapping Shouto’s contact, calling him before you can think twice.
Most of the time, you were concerned your siblings would find you clingy and annoying, as Touya had no problem reminding you, but you cared for them, and that meant you fretted over every little thing.
You pull at a loose thread on your sweater while the line rings, staring vacantly out the window as rain continues to streak down, blurring the view of the garden.
Will it flood? They might have mentioned something on the weather report this morning. I really should start paying more attention.
“Hello?”
You lurch forward. “Shouto? Hey, what’s up?”
He greets you, asking why you called.
“Well, you aren’t home yet and the weather’s looking pretty bad. I just- I was wondering if you’re coming home tonight?”
If you were talking to anyone else, you’d be worried about sounding pathetic - needy.
But it’s your brother. Your older brother who loves you and would never mock you for your concern.
He hums before answering. “Oh, yeah, I forgot to let you know, I’m staying over at Midoriya’s tonight. We have a project to work on and it’s just easier to stay here for the night.”
“Oh,” you say.
There’s a long pause, neither of you saying anything for a long moment.
“Okay, I just- um, wanted to check in.”
You take a deep breath, pulling yourself together.
“Well, have a good night. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He’s about to put the phone down while you scramble to keep him on the line.
“Wait!” you exclaim, “Mom and dad are away on a business trip”
“Yes, I know,” he says evenly.
There ‘s another pause.
“Natsuo should be home soon though - his classes ended about half an hour ago, so you won’t be alone,” he reassures you.
“Okay,” you say, sighing through your nose. “Okay, I- goodnight Sho, see you tomorrow.”
He bids you goodnight once more before ending the call.
You stay still, not moving from your spot for a long moment.
The truth…
The truth was that you weren’t exactly comfortable being alone in the house with Touya. Well, Touya and his friends.
Not that he’d ever done anything beyond bullying you, but - well, you hadn’t been alone with him for more than ten minutes since you were seven years old, and you weren’t eager to try your luck.
Bruises healed, but his scathing words took longer to soothe.
You shake your head.
No.
No, grow up - there’s no need to be so scared. It’s just for one night. And besides, I can just stay in my room and he’ll stay downstairs. Far away from me. And Natsuo will be here. I won’t be alone.
This is fine.
It’s fine.
****
After taking your dishes to the kitchen, you make your way back upstairs and head to the bathroom you and Shouto share, locking the door before stripping and jumping into the shower.
The hot water helps work the knots out of your neck, and you sigh heavily as you stand under the jets of water.
After scrubbing your hair and body, you leave the shower and brush your teeth. Enveloping yourself in a massive towel, you unlock the door and pad over to your bedroom.
A hot shower had unsurprisingly done wonders for your mood, and you felt much better now. Although, a part of you wished you’d properly relaxed and taken a bath instead - you were sure your muscle aches would be a thing of the past if you had.
You stop short in the middle of the hall.
The door is ajar. Your door.
You’d shut it.
Before you went to the bathroom, before you’d gone downstairs to the kitchen, you had shut your door.
Hands shaking, you reach for the handle and push it open.
Nothing.
It’s empty.
You sigh through your nose, closing the door behind you and heading over to your closet.
After changing into your pyjamas - sleep shorts that could just as easily pass as underwear for how short they were, and a ridiculously oversized shirt, stolen from either your father or Natsuo - you head over to the hamper in the corner of your room, dropping your towel into it and-
You let out a strangled sound, and it dies in the back of your throat as you freeze with your hand still outstretched.
Laundry was a chore you kept up to date with at all times, preferring to keep your clothing separate from the rest of your family.
You tended to wash your underwear in a separate load too, so it often took longer to get to.
That being said, you were supposed to do a load today, and there, on top of the full hamper, was a pair of panties.
Your favourite pair.
The lacy white undergarment lay crumpled up, discarded in a hurry. And it was covered in something thick - both creamy and white.
You feel yourself gag.
Anger- No, rage blinds you as you move to the door.
****
You storm downstairs, unthinking as you march into the livingroom and stand with crossed arms in front of the TV, ignoring the indignant yells that follow as both Tomura and Keigo die in the game.
“You’re disgusting.” You spit out, your words venomous and your tone scathing as you keep a tight grip on your soiled underwear.
Touya regards you with a bored, uninterested look, pausing for the briefest moment to eye the panties crumpled in your hand. The two other men take the unprompted disruption as their chance to take a break, Tomura standing up and heading towards the bathroom.
“Hm? Did someone upset the poor sensitive baby?” He asks in a mocking tone, rolling his eyes as he holds out a hand for the controller.
“You and your disgusting degenerate friends are the ones who upset me. Stay out of my room, and keep your goddamn dicks in your pants.” You snap scornfully, glaring down at him.
He pauses, his eyes narrowing as he sits straight and leans forward, his voice dropping an octave as he stares you down intently.
“What?”
You scoff and roll your eyes. “Don’t ‘what’ me, you know exactly what I’m talking about.”
Tomura returns from his trip to the bathroom, flopping down on the couch with a grunt as he restarts the game, craning his neck to peer around you at the TV.
“No. I don’t. What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about the literal cumstain one of you left on my underwear. Just because none of you have ever felt the touch of a woman doesn’t mean I appreciate you using my underwear to get your rocks off.”
His eyes lighten in amusement at the words, and the smug smirk he wears as he glances at his friends makes your blood boil.
“The kitchen, huh Shiggs? You dirty freak.”
Somehow, you don’t think the words are meant as an insult. The three laugh, ignoring you completely. Keigo even claps the blue haired reprobate on the shoulder in an almost congratulatory gesture.
Rage roars in your ears, and any sense of civility evaporates as you glare at them.
“I’m telling my mom.”
The words, however childish they may be, slip out before you can stop them. It’s all you can think to say at that moment.
Touya pauses, wrinkling his nose in an expression similar to disgust as he scoffs.
“Your mother? Ha, fuck off, I don’t care what she thinks. She’s not my mother. She’s nothing. She’s a brainless bimbo whose only purpose is to spread her legs for my asshat father.”
The words sting more than they should, considering you know they’re not true, and you bite back, uncaring of how you might hurt him as the words spill out of you, trembling hands clenched so tightly your nails dig into your palms, drawing blood.
“Yeah, well, at least she actually loves me. It’s more than you can say for your mother. And at least the rest of the family actually want me around. Fuck, at least Dad looks at me- he’s too disappointed in you to even look at your face.”
Tomura and Keigo’s reactions tell you everything you need to know. You just fucked up. Royally.
The only sound besides the constant battering of rain against the large windows is the sharp intake of breath from Touya’s two friends, and they sit deadstill, staring between the two of you as they wait with bated breath for Touya’s response.
He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t look at you. He doesn’t even move.
The room seems frozen in time. No one moves, no words are spoken to break the silence.
You move. The smallest of steps, a miniscule shuffle to the side, towards the staircase.
It seems that’s all he needed.
Touya is on his feet in an instant, darting towards you, but you’re already making a mad dash for the stairs.
He tackles you down before you’ve even made it halfway, grabbing your ankle and jerking you closer midstep. Your forehead collides painfully with the edge of a step and you let out a pained, strangled whimper.
Much of what Touya tells his friends is lost to the ringing in your head. All you really register is him picking you up, feeling near weightless as he carries you past the living room, his friends’ leering gazes digging into your scalp as the two of you descend into the basement.
Your attempt at wriggling out of his arms is pathetic and half-hearted, and when you try to grab at the door frame to halt his movement, he cruelly twists your wrists, his expression unchanging at your cry of pain.
The last thing you see before the basement door closes is the enraptured gleam in Tomura’s eyes.
****
You weren’t ever really allowed in the basement, not that you had a reason to enter the restricted space.
Regardless, you never wanted to be down there. It was cold, and dark, and it sent a stab of unbridled panic down your spine. It only really contained your father’s old office space and a spare bedroom which had been used as a storage space for the better part of the last twelve years. All in all, it was an empty, forgotten space.
The handful of times you’d been down there never ended well.
And as usual, the problems had to do with Touya.
Always Touya.
He’d locked you down there for hours once, before it had become essentially abandoned.
You’d been five years old, still young and believing the best of him. He’d told you it had been a game of hide-and-seek.
Only, you’d spent the better part of eight hours screaming and sobbing, completely unheard in the soundless backroom of the basement. You’d passed out on the bed sometime after the six hour mark, sleeping soundly until you were found.
Your mother had been in a panic by the time she’d found you, letting out relieved sobs of her own as she scooped you up into her arms and cradled you against her chest soothingly.
Your parents had thought, completely unaware of the truth, that you’d strayed down there alone and managed to lock yourself in. Since that moment, you’d been banned from wandering into the basement by yourself.
Similar things had happened over the years, and unsurprisingly, Touya had been the root cause of many of the problems you’d dealt with.
Presently, he tosses you uncaringly on the bed, scoffing in bored amusement as you scramble over the bed and huddle against the headboard.
Despite your earlier brashness in confronting him, you were terrified. The reality of the situation had set in, and you felt your stomach roil as Touya stared you down with heavy lidded eyes, his gaze contemplative as he scans your half-bare body.
You’d seen that look before, and it made your skin crawl. It terrified you.
It was how Tomura looked at you when he brazenly palmed the bulge in his pants.
How stupid of you, marching downstairs and confronting three grown men, as if you had any chance of winning an argument. You wished you’d had the forethought to at least put on a proper pair of pants.
You swallow thickly, clenching your trembling hands into tight fists as you straighten your spine, attempting to appear calm and unaffected.
“Okay Touya, you’ve made your point. You can stop now, I-I won’t tell anyone.”
It’s an effort to swallow your pride, but you manage the words through gritted teeth, bowing your head as you continue.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry for being, uh- For being mean.”
Touya rolls his eyes as he leans forward and grips your ankle tightly, his palm calloused and warm, pulling you closer in one quick jerk, your ass teetering on the edge of the bed. “Imoto…” he trails off, his tone far too sultry for the situation, caressing the inner side of your ankle with his thumb, stroking the soft skin as he tilts his head, deep in thought.
His grip tightens again, to an almost painful extent, and you suppress a cry as the delicate bones of your ankle groan under the pressure. His voice is cold and condescending as he speaks.
“You’re so stupid.”
You lean further back as he hovers over you, surveying you with flat, emotionless eyes.
“I don’t care that you were mean. Just like I don’t care if you tell anyone. I don’t care if they believe you either. You know why? Because no one will do anything,” he whispers, toying with the hem of your shirt as he regards you with cool indifference.
“I could do anything I wanted, and no one would say a thing. In fact, I will do what I want… Do you know what I want?”
You shake your head, hesitant and silent in your state of panic.
“Aw, imoto, you know you shouldn’t lie to your big brother,” he murmurs patronisingly, gripping the hem of your shirt as he slowly lifts it up, leaving it to rest just above your bare breasts.
His pupils are blown wide as his hand trails down your waist, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
“Y’know, you’re pretty grown now, aren't ya? I wonder… Have you let anyone touch you yet?”
He hums to himself, not pressing you for an answer as he continues in a stupor, seemingly unaware of your silent horror. You’re completely frozen, too shocked to move, to speak, to do anything. You can’t even bring yourself to lower your shirt as you listen in abject horror as he continues on.
“I really hope you haven’t. Not that it really matters… Touya-nii will take real good care of you, don’t you worry… It’s about time I treat that bad attitude of yours too.”
You’re frozen in disbelief and fear, completely paralysed as he shoves a leg between yours, keeping them open as he shifts his grip from your ankle to your hips.
The stupor is short-lived, and your struggles renew twofold as he paws at your clothed cunt. There’s a satisfying thwack sound as your foot connects with his jaw, though the sense of victory quickly fizzes out within the long bout of dead silence. Touya tilts his head to the side staring at the wall blankly, and after a few long moments, he moves, slowly facing forward again, rubbing his jaw, seemingly completely ignoring you as he works his jaw.
He huffs, the sound reminiscent of an amused scoff as he looks down at you with rage simmering in his eyes.
“Like I said: You’re so fucking stupid.”
You don’t see the slap coming. All you register is the blurred sight of his arm flying towards you, his numerous rings glinting in the lowlight of the room, and the sudden burn of his backhand striking you across the face. A short, surprised huff is all you can manage, the sharp taste of blood and the stinging pain of rapidly developing welts on your cheek distracting you from reacting.
A trembling palm presses to your tender cheek, and you look up at him with shocked eyes.
“You… hit me.”
He lets out a sardonic laugh, rolling his eyes as he clicks his tongue and caresses your cheek, condescending in his tone.
“Aw, my sweet little sister. You sound so surprised. If I’d known you were such a baby, maybe I’d have taken my rings off for you. Here-”
He pauses, pulling away as he discards his rings haphazardly, turning to frame your face with his calloused palms. His eyes soften slightly as he looks down at you, caressing your tender, reddened cheek for a moment, his fingers lovingly stroking the warm flesh before digging into the fat of your cheeks and his gaze hardens.
The next slap feels worse than the previous, if that’s even possible.
You’re still reeling from the rough strikes, jolting out of your daze as you feel Touya’s palms ghost over the inside of your thighs.
His gaze is focused and razor sharp as he soaks in the sight of your scantily clad core, his palms encasing the tender, soft flesh of your thighs.
Squirming uncomfortably does nothing as he pins your hips down, shifting to kneel on the floor before the bed, yanking you closer and throwing your legs over his shoulders.
Dread drops into your stomach like a stone, making your head spin. As badly as you try to keep them at bay, tears bubble up, dripping down your temples as you sniffle, staring up at the ceiling as you beg.
“Stop– Stop!” You wail panickedly, thrashing beneath him, making no attempts to disguise your sobs. “Stop or I’ll tell Dad!”
He lifts his head from where it was descending between your legs, grinning wickedly at the words.
“Dad? Aw, you sweet, innocent thing. He’d do the exact same thing if he could. Where do you think I get it from, huh?” he says mockingly, condescending as he slaps your cheek lightly before moving back to his previous position, his mouth dangerously close to your centre despite your tightly clenched thighs.
“Come on now, open up for me. It’ll only hurt more if I have to make you.”
A pleading whine is all you can manage as you shake your head, keeping your legs pressed together.
His eyes turn cold at that, all playfulness and teasing leaving him in an instant. He cruelly digs his fingers into the soft flesh of your thighs and huffs in annoyance at your yelp of pain, leaning forward as you jerk your legs apart from the pressure.
A moment later, his warm mouth envelopes your clothed sex.
Your hips jolt, and you gasp in surprise, eyes wide and rounded as you stare down at his bowed head between your legs.
This… This was wrong. So wrong.
Even if you didn’t like him, even if you were loathed to admit it- He was your brother.
Your brother.
“Touya… Stop, please. Please,” you beg quietly, your voice quivering with effort as you reach down to his head, intent on pushing his face away.
You don’t get very far.
His grip is like a vice on your wrist, and he doesn’t look up and he squeezes down painfully, tutting in mock disappointment.
“Did your mother never teach you it’s bad manners to interrupt someone’s meal?” he murmurs, not looking up at you as he massages your hips, hooking his fingers over the hem of your sleep shorts.
It’s torturous. A sick, twisted punishment, the way his focus is wholly dedicated to undressing you.
Shame floods your chest, burning up your neck and over your ears.
He pulls your shorts down, inch by inch until you’re exposed to him, shivering in the cold, stagnant air of the basement. He looks up at you then, regarding you with cool indifference as he kneads the fat of your thighs.
“Itadakimasu,” he purrs softly before descending on you.
A breathy, strangled garble is all you can manage as he licks a smooth, confident stripe up your slit, twirling his tongue lightly around the bud of your clit before returning to your cunt.
His tongue is teasing, punishing as he laps at your core, slurping loudly as if to humiliate you. It works, tears of shame burning your eyes as he pulls away after a few minutes to stare up at you with an appraising eye.
“Someone’s enjoying this, hm? Look at how worked up I’ve got ya…” he hums softly, shifting his hand to rub tight circles on your clit as he stares you down.
“You’re a disgusting whore, getting off on this. Like mother, like daughter, huh?”
The words snap something inside of you, and you decide in that moment, you want to hurt him- kill him. Gouge his eyes out and shove them down his throat.
“I hate you.”
You glower and slap him across the face with as much force as you can muster, not giving him a moment to react as you kick his shoulder, sending him careening back before you jump off the bed, yanking your shirt down in the process.
Though you try to sprint for the door, your relief is short lived.
At least the floor is carpeted here, you think gratefully, sparing your head the aching reverberation as your skull bounces off the ground for the second time that evening.
He wrestles you onto your back, keeping you pinned with frightening ease.
You realise in that moment, he’d been allowing you to put up a fight. Though he seemed somewhat lanky at first glance, his torso and arms were corded with muscles. Muscles he used to keep you restrained beneath him as he ripped off your shirt, tearing through it like paper and leaving you stark naked beneath him. Your struggles had been little more than a game to him, one which he’d played along with all evening.
Screams and pleas fall on deaf ears as he snarls down at you, hatred simmering in his eyes. A thin trail of blood drips down from his cheekbone and onto your bare chest, the scratch on his face red and angry from where you’d struck him.
“I was going to be nice, get you all prepped and ready, maybe even give you an orgasm or two. But you’re such an ungrateful fucking whore,” he spits, wrapping his hand around your throat to quieten your wails.
When you continue struggling, thrashing beneath him with flailing limbs, he lifts you up slightly by your throat before slamming you down, knocking the last of your breath from your lungs.
“Now, here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to punish you for that little stunt just now, and then I’ll let my friends upstairs have their way with you too. It’s the least you could do after you were so rude to them, hm?”
You have no words left. No hateful insults, no pleas, no threats, nothing.
All you can do is cry soundlessly as he unbuckles his belt, the metal clinking as he yanks it off and shoves his pants down his thighs, lining himself up with your mostly unprepped entrance.
He slaps your cheek lightly, shaking your head as you try to dissociate from reality.
“Nuh uh, none of that now. I want you here. Pay attention,” he hisses, gripping your jaw tightly before shifting his palm back down to your neck, his grip bruising and painful.
A pained squeak is all the noise you can manage, clawing at his hand on your throat as his cock shoves into your core.
It’s agonising, painful, feeling him force his way into you, violating you.
His hips jerk forward in short spurts, fighting against the resistance of your unprepared core with every stroke, his Jacob’s ladder rubbing your walls raw with each vicious stoke. Tears dampen your temples, burning your eyes, and you wait for the pain to subside as he pushes in to the hilt and stops with a puff, his breathing evening out after a long moment.
The two of you lay there in silence, and you suck in a shuddering, wheezing breath as he released the column of your throat. His hand travels down your bare body, coming to rest on your pubic bone as he uses his thumb to massage tight circles into your clit.
His ministrations leave your legs quaking, and your orgasm overtakes you without warning, slamming into you like a tidal wave as you whine and arch your back off the ground, begging him in broken babbles to stop.
Your pleas fall on deaf ears, and he seems to double down, grinning cruelly as he continues to flick your swollen clit.
“Come on now, you can give me one more,” he coaxes teasingly.
And you do. You cum again, your walls fluttering around his cock as your eyes roll back in your head.
His fingers stop their tortuous movements while you pant, but you’re not granted a reprieve as he grips your hips, lifting them slightly to position the back of your ass on the top of his thighs. He jerks his hips forward, snickering as you gasp and whine before drawing his hips back and slamming forward.
The movement makes your breasts bounce, and he immediately sets an arduous pace.
You dig your fingertips into the carpet beneath you, clinging onto it for dear life as he fucks his way deeper into you, pressing your thighs to your chest.
The noises you let out are disgraceful, moans and whines that would put a pornstar to shame, but your mind feels blank, empty of all thoughts besides the feeling of his cock filling you up, the mind numbing massage of his piercing against your gummy walls.
Touya isn’t much better off. His bottom lip is caught between his teeth and his brow is furrowed, twitching as he grunts and moans each time he bottoms out inside you, feeling your walls suck him in deeper with each stroke. You’re both covered in a light sheen of sweat, panting heavily and trembling with the exertion, and your cheeks still shine with tears.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs. “My sweet little sister, nothing but a dumb little cumslut. What would everyone say if they could see you now, huh?”
His words are hateful and meant to hurt you, but you can’t think, can’t respond in anything but breathless moans as he pulls you closer and picks up the pace.
“Say thank you. Say ‘thank you big brother for making me cum’. Say it.”
He’s as demanding as ever, tweaking your nipples in punishment when you make no attempt to respond, insead laying dumb and drool covered beneath him.
“Say it,” he orders you.
“T-Thank you- fuck- thank you Touya.”
He scoffs, slapping your tits with an open palm.
“Thank you Touya-nii,” he corrects you, squishing your cheeks together with one palm as he shakes your head back and forth.
“Thank you Touya-nii,” you whine, writhing beneath him.
He rewards you by leaning forward and spitting into your squished open mouth, clamping his palm over your mouth as you gag and try to spit it out.
“Ah ah, swallow.”
You do.
He pats your cheek in a gesture that seems almost loving, shifting his fingers down to your clit once more.
“You wanna cum again? Wanna cum on your big brother’s cock?”
It’s a rhetorical question, he’s already forcing you over the edge for the third time that evening, leaving you a twitching, overstimulated mess beneath him.
"It was me, by the way. I used your underwear- I came to tell you Natsuo wouldn't be home tonight, but instead all I find is some lacy white shit."
He chuckles at your horrified expression, groaning at the feeling of your fluttering walls.
“-’m gonna fill you up,” he grunts to himself, gripping your thighs, digging his nails into the tender flesh as he uses your body.
His words fill you with cold dread, but you don’t have time to interject before he stills with a throaty groan, slumping over you as his cock twitches inside you and warmth floods your belly.
“F-Fuck, so good-” he mumbles into your chest as he presses kisses against your tits, still grinding into you as your walls twitch pathetically around him.
He huffs a spiteful laugh at the whine you let out as he pulls out of you, his cum dribbling out of your spent cunt. He lightly slaps your cunt, smirking as your legs twitch, before he sits back on his haunches and tucks his now limp dick back in his pants.
“Up. Get on the bed.”
Your mind, somewhat coherent once more, is in a frenzy.
What the fuck had you just done.
This was wrong. So, so wrong.
What would your parents say? What would your siblings say?
Oh God, if they saw this, saw you…
You feel sick, your stomach roiling as you sit up, shoulders shaking with cold realisation.
Another harsh slap to the face pulls you out of your panicked reverie.
Touya looms above you with cold eyes and an unimpressed expression.
“Get on the fucking bed. Right now. We’re not done here.”
You know by now that fighting is useless. He was so much bigger and stronger than you, so easily able to subdue you. Not to mention the other two men upstairs-
No. Please no.
But your suspicions are confirmed as Touya walks to the door and leaves the room, coming back a moment later with his two friends in tow and a cruel smirk on his face, tutting mockingly at the anguish on your face.
“I did warn you. You have to apologise for your bad manners. Come on sweetie, be a good girl for them, yeah?”
None of them wait for a response, both Keigo and Tomura pulling their aching, leaking cocks from their pants as they hover above you, leering down like a pack of hyenas.
Touya doesn’t slap you when you try to dissociate this time, content to let his friends use you while he lounges in the armchair in the corner of the room, watching with a disinterested expression. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he seemed bored.
Keigo seems to have some sick fascination with your mouth, shoving his cock down your throat without warning or preparation and letting out a throaty moan as your throat convulses around him.
His palm remains locked around your neck, watching with rapt attention as your throat works awkwardly around the thick intrusion.
You’re almost thankful for the distraction of his cock, for the way Touya had stretched you out minutes prior, when you see the length bobbing between Tomura’s legs.
How it was possible for someone to be that big, you didn’t want to know.
Your eyes remain transfixed in muted panic on the monstrous member as Tomura makes his way around the bed, propping you up on your knees before he spits on your cunt.
The feeling of a fat glob of spit hitting your entrance and sliding down the length of your slit makes you cringe, shivering in disgust at his actions. You’re not given a moment's warning before you feel the fat head of his cock rubbing against your entrance, trying to pry its way into your tight heat.
A panicked, muffled garble escapes you as you jerk forward, only serving to fit more of Keigo’s length down your throat in your attempt of escape.
Tomura lets out a hiss of displeasure, digging his fingertips into the fat of your hips as he jerks you back towards him, forcing the head of his cock into your pussy.
It hurts, you want to say. It won’t fit, please.
But you can’t. All you can do is choke down gags and sobs as Tomura rips through you. Everytime you think he’s bottomed out, he just keeps going. He keeps going until it feels like he’s pushed through your cervix, until he sits snugly in your stomach.
He doesn’t give you a chance to catch your breath, doesn’t grant you the smallest of breaks like Touya did. Instead, he immediately sets a harsh, forceful pace, and each stroke feels like a punch to the gut.
From his spot in the corner of the room, Touya lets out a low whistle, leaning forward with his forearms resting on his knees.
“Look at ya. You’re loving this, aren’t ya? Hm, if I’d have known being dicked down was all you needed to shut up, I’d have done it ages ago.”
His words flow in one ear and out the other, your sole focus on not choking around Keigo’s length as he bottoms out and keeps you pinned in place with his palm planted on the back of your head.
As much as you try to ignore it, his throaty, vocal moans make your core clench around Tomura who scoffs. “You were right, she really is a whore. I can feel her sucking me in.” Touya only hums in response, watching now with an almost enthralled expression as his two friends plough into you simultaneously. “You probably love this, hah? Dumb little slut.”
The swat he places on your ass leaves a stinging red welt on the smooth flesh.
You’re too lost in the unwanted pleasure to even think about responding. You let your mind wander elsewhere, losing yourself in the toe curling sensation of Tomura’s dick rubbing up against your walls, filling you completely.
Maybe if you pretend it’s someone else, anyone else-
You cum so hard you black out for a moment, losing any and all sensation in your hands and feet as your limbs fill with a strange fuzzy feeling. Your orgasm was so sudden, so unexpected and all-consuming that you struggle to keep yourself conscious and up on all fours, arms and legs trembling as Tomura whines through his teeth.
Keigo grips your hair at the roots, bringing your attention back to his cock as he moans, tilting his head back and flooding your throat with his cum without warning.
He tuts, pulling out of your mouth with a sigh and tapping your chin with his fingers.
“Be a big girl and swallow now, will ya?”
You wince, grimacing as you swallow down his thick, salty seed.
His smirk is devious as he pats your cheek, zipping up his pants and walking over to Touya. He leans down and whispers something in his ear, though their conversation is lost to you as Tomura flattens your chest against the mattress and picks up his pace.
You can’t stop your tongue from lolling out your mouth as he rails into you, your drool forming a puddle beneath you, soaking into the cream duvet. All you can manage is breathless, whiny moans - the only sound in the room besides his own grunts, the slick pattering of your cunt, and the banging of the headboard against the wall.
The thick duvet lays twisted beneath your fingers, and you cling to it desperately as Tomura pants above you like a dog in heat, using your cunt like some glorified fleshlight.
By the time Tomura finishes inside you, you’ve climaxed twice more. He collapses on your back, breathless as he licks a stripe up the ridges of your sweaty spine.
You’re too exhausted to even whine or wrinkle your nose in disgust. It’s all you can do to fight from passing out, puffing from the exertion.
Goosebumps cover you as the sweat cools on your skin, leaving you shivering and sticky.
Touya approaches the bed, murmuring something to Tomura, who grumbles and gets off of you with a grunt before ambling out of the room.
Once only the two of you are left in the thin silence, Touya speaks. His voice is little more than a low murmur as he crouches down next to you, softly brushing the sweaty strands of hair off your face.
“You look so pretty like this. All vulnerable and used… I hope you know how this changes things. You’re mine now. All mine.”
The sentiment makes your stomach curl. If he sees the cold dread on your exhausted face, he doesn’t comment on it, instead pressing a soft, small kiss to your temple.
“Come on, I’ll carry you to your room.”
He doesn’t wait for an answer, lifting you off the bed with ease before leaving the basement and making his way through the house, to your room. The sight of the soft, baby pink walls feel surreal after the past few hours. You feel as if you’re violating the clean, pure space of your bedroom, soiling the sheets as Touya sets you down on your bed.
He bustles around your room, grabbing another sleep shirt and tossing it your way before coming to settle down beside you on your bed. You make no move to put on the shirt.
You don’t do much of anything but stare blankly at the wall opposite your bed.
Touya hums softly, stroking your hair.
“Ya not gonna say anything?”
There’s a pause.
“Huh. Okay then… I think you’ll move in with me. Well, Tomura and me, that is. It’s a nice place, you’ll like it.”
Again, a pause. He seems to be waiting for a reaction, a change in facial expression, something.
…
Nothing.
He sighs heavily.
“Come on, don’t be like that. It’s not as if you didn’t enjoy it. You’re lucky it was storming outside and no one’s home. I’m sure the entire neighbourhood would’ve heard you moaning like a whore.”
It’s a jibe, one meant to get a rise out of you.
Nothing.
“...whatever. You’ll come around sooner or later, hah?” he hums, ruffling your hair.
He stands and stretches, seeming to contemplate something for a moment before he sighs again, covering you with a blanket and leaving your room without another word.
Only once the door clicks shut, do you allow yourself to cry, your small sniffles muffled by your pillow.
Despite your fear, your strained emotions, the ache between your thighs and in your jaw…
You fall asleep, curled up in a tight ball beneath a pile of blankets.
Unconsciousness welcomes you with open arms, and you pray that you stay asleep indefinitely, not wanting to wake up and deal with what had happened.
You dream of shadowy figures, larger and faster than you, with glinting silver jewellery and cruel smirks, all looming over you.
And when you wake up hours later, you awake all your belongings packed up in cardboard boxes, and to Touya next to you in bed, his fingers pumping in and out of your core, his other palm massaging your breast.
He nips at your ear, smirking against your neck. "Morning imoto..."
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Yandere Bnha Collage AU
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You are in your last year of high school and your teachers have given your class the opportunity to take extra classes so that all you can be prepared for college. And you of course accept, who wouldn’t? However the classes are at the Ua college campus, which means you will meet a lot of new people.
Yandere Shigaraki who becomes obsessed falls for you after you return his headphones that he had forgotten in class one day. He has had his eyes on you for a while and became interested quickly, I mean who wouldn’t when you have that sweet sweet smile. He was a few classes above you, but you heard a rumor that he skipped a few grades because of how smart he was, but also because his dad was apparently a very powerful and dangerous man with a lot of influence. But that didn’t bother you, because they were just rumors, right? There were lots of other rumors too about him; that he had a nasty and aggressive personality, that he was an incel, that he didn’t care about anyone. But none of that seemed to be true, sure he could be a bit cold or aggressive at times but he was a good person overall, so why would all the other rumors about him or his family be true?
Yandere Toya Todoroki who is known as the popular rich boy with good looks. His soft looking white hair and piercing blue eyes has made every girl on campus fall for him. And the piercings gave him a sort of bad-boy look, which made him practically every girls dream guy. He could have any girl he wanted, if it wasn’t for his personality and focus on school. He never fully changed to dabi here, so a big part of him still wants to impress and get his fathers attention. He does his best -and more- at school in hopes his father will praise him and one day give him the family company/business. There is no time for girls or parties, and if he did have time for a girl she would have to be perfect. Someone who his dad would approve of, someone who would make him, the company and family look good. And you are just what he is looking for.
Yandere Keigo Takami, close friends (if not best friends) with Toya. But unlike his friend, he doesn’t mind a few parties and girls here and there. But they are never serious. Sure, he is more laid back and playful than most of his classmates, but he still needs good grades. So that he can support his family (mom & dad) one day. And if he did find a girl, she would have to be the one.
Yandere Toga, who is going to be your roommate later when you start college. She is a year older than you and because of that has been given the job to take care of you and show you around. Make you feel comfortable and welcomed. And she does her best. At first she didn’t take you or her new responsibilities that seriously, but after a week or two she did. I mean, you were just sooo cute and understood her weird humor. She felt as though she could be herself around you and not be judged. You were like a breath of fresh air. And you feel the same way about her too, right? Because that’s how the absolute best of friends feel around each other, and you guys are best friends forever.
#x reader#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x darling#darling reader#yandere bnha#yandere mha#bnha x reader#obssesive#posessive#yandere dabi#yandere hawks#yandere shigaraki#toga himiko
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masterlist??
MHA!!
shiggy being in love
dabi and shigaraki’s ideal types lol
hawks, shiggy with a short s/o
hawks, shiggy, aizawa with an insecure s/o
hawk’s and aizawa’s ideal types
domestic! hawks
hawks mating for life??
aizawa and hawks as dads!
shiggy with a mentally ill s/o
if shigaraki had a different childhood...
shigaraki redemption arc?
endeavor thoughts
bakugou, shiggy, shoto being jealous
shiggy, aizawa, hawks with a flirtatious s/o
bakugou and todoroki hearing you gush over them
toga, shinsou, tamaki with an s/o who has a shrinking quirk
shinsou, bakugou, kiri with an s/o who snaps
hawks with an oblivious s/o
kiri, bakugou, izuku with a chubby s/o!!
shinsou, ms. joke, toga with a stuttering s/o
bakugou with a pregnant partner
shinsou, aizawa, monoma with an avid reader! s/o
toga, shinsou, denki with an s/o with glasses
momo and ochako with an s/o with an opposite quirk
aizawa meeting a motherly s/o
bakugou, kiri, shoto with a twin sister
hawks after an argument and breakup
present mic, aizawa, midnight with an s/o with long hair
dabi, shinsou, miruko with an s/o who loves the rain
shinsou, denki, tamaki genderbent
shinsou, bakugou, tsu with a mega quirk s/o
toga, bakugou, dabi when u fart
shigaraki, bakugou, shoto when you ask for a kith
shinsou with a lying s/o
hawks, aizawa, shinsou with a writer s/o
tsu, shinsou, uraraka holding hands
tsu on a swimming date
mina and jirou with a singer
kiri, iida, all might as boyfrens
hawks in a relationship
hawks with an owl quirk s/o
bubble tea date with denki, shinsou, mina
hawks, bakugou, dabi when their s/o opens up
monoma with a pained s/o
shinsou, monoma, kuroiro with a shadow quirk s/o
all might fluff
midnight and mic with a villain s/o
bakugou, denki, shinsou when their s/o visits from the future
more hawks relationship fluff
hawks breakup angst
shigaraki and hawks with a singer
aizawa, shinsou, jirou with a cat-quirk s/o
kinoko komori appreciation
momo, izuku, neijire with an s/o who possesses people
shigaraki and his gamer
aizawa, izuku, bakugou with a quirkless s/o
shiggy x reader fluff fic
random class 1a hcs
bakugou angst, tw:abuse
HxH!!
kurapika with a short s/o
can illumi love??
yandere illumi
can hisoka love??
kurapika and leorio as boyfrens
leorio, hisoka, kurapika with a tall s/o
kite, illumi, chrollo with a pregnant s/o
hisoka’s type
hisoka hcs
illumi brainrot
Genshin Impact!!
childe x reader sample fic??
HSR!!
thoughts about sampo
hsr shitpost number 1
hsr shitpost number 2
hsr shitpost number 3
hsr shitpost number 4
#masterlist#finally#mha#bnha#bnha x reader#class 1a#izuku#bakugou#shigaraki#dabi#aizawa#kirishima#hawks#midnight#present mic#toga#momo#neijire#shinsou#monoma#shoto#all might#kurapika#hxh#hxh headcanons#hxh x reader#illumi#hisoka#leorio#kite
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Little Dove 1/?
You're Pro Hero Hawks' little sister. Dabi finds out and everything devolves from there.
TW: none for this chapter, but future parts may include, but are not limited to, noncon, dubcon, drugging, forced incest, yandere hawks, yandere dabi, coercion, lying, manipulation, grooming (of an 18 year old character), obsession, gaslighting...
Part 2
You have wings, too, though they’re nothing like his. Where his are scarlet as fresh-spilt blood, yours are the soft white of a swan’s feathers. He says they’re beautiful and perfect, just like you, but you’re so much weaker than he is. Your feathers can’t be controlled by your mind; when they come off, they flutter to the ground and remain there, lifeless. You think that’s why you can’t really fly. Keigo’s feathers have a telekinetic aspect to them and they’re so strong, able to lift things far larger than they should. You wish yours were more like his.
“Don’t say that, dove.”
You hum as he preens your wings for you. It’s something you’ve done together for one another since you were small. Neither of your parents had wings; your dad had feathers and your mom has those floating eyes, but only you and Keigo share the extra appendages. It’s nice to have that in common, because you feel you look more like your mother otherwise.
One warm hand smooths over the curve of your wing. It feels so nice. You tighten your arms around your knees and savor the sensation. “If my feathers were more like yours, I could be your sidekick.”
“I’d rather you weren’t.” His tone is gently chiding. “You’re too precious to me.” His goatee tickles your shoulder as he lays his chin on it.
You giggle. “If I were stronger, the villains would fear me.”
“My fearsome little sister.” His hands wiggle at your sides and you explode into a fit of laughter. “Villains beware! The Chuckling Chicken will get you!”
You kick and squirm beneath his hands. “Keigoooooo. Not a chicken!” You want to be indignant, but he’s so tickling you too well for you to feel anything but the excitement.”
“Yes, a chicken,” he insists. “A clucking little hen gonna peck their eyes out.”
“Noooo.” You bat ineffectually at his chest.
Before you can get too tired, Keigo stops. He leans over you, so soft in his own home, so unlike the cocky show he puts on for the public. “You know I would worry too much about you if you were a hero.”
“Yeah.” You wrap your arms around him in an embrace. Keigo knows the risks better than you do; he goes out and fights every day. Sometimes he doesn’t even come home, he’s too busy keeping the city safe. “I worry about you, you know.”
“I know.” He rolls over to lie beside you on the bed.
Moments like these, you can forget that you’re brother is one of the most popular, powerful heroes in Japan. He’s right under the hero who saved you as children, Endeavor.
You twine your fingers with Keigo’s as you stare up at the ceiling. Your wings are spread just enough to be comfortable beneath you and he mirrors you. “Half the girls at my school have a crush on you.”
“Oh, really?”
“Uh-huh. They think you’re so cool and handsome. I wonder what they’d think if they knew you’re such a dork.”
“Tch.” He rises to his side, leaning on an elbow. “I’m not a dork. That would be you.”
You roll your eyes. “Do you have any idea how weird it is to hear girls gossiping about your brother? And not even be able to say anything?”
“I know, dove. But it’s safer this way.” He squeezes your hand and sits up just in time for his phone to go off. He raises it and sighs. “Well, back to the grind I go.” He kisses your forehead and grabs his jacket from where it sits on the nightstand, then he’s out the door.
You lie there for a moment then your alarm goes off and it’s time to get ready for school. At least you got to spend time with Keigo; those moments are so fleeting, so precious, and you appreciate each and every one of them.
You change out of night clothes and into your uniform, carefully slipping each wing through it’s back hole. The snowy white of your feathers contrasts the starched so-close-to-perfectly-white fabric of your blouse. You’re glad it’s summer so you don’t have to put the blazer over your shoulders too. Honestly, putting on shirts is your least favorite part of getting dressed.
There’s a springy pop and you realize Keigo must have put your morning toast in the toaster. He’s so thoughtful. You smile to yourself as you butter the bread and pour the juice he insists you drink; you’d like coffee, but he refuses to have it or a coffee maker delivered to the loft. He says it’s bad for you. “You’re a growing girl.” Nevermind that you’re an adult in your last year of highschool.
There’s a nondescript black car waiting outside, just as on every schoolday. Being Hawks’ sister means you live in a nice flat with high security, there are people who ensure you have all your needs met, and you get a ride anywhere you need to go.
It also means you have no close friends who can come over. You rarely get invited out since you can’t tell anyone about your family situation, so it’s usually straight home.
Your care is part of Keigo’s agreement with the commission; you’ll be provided for as long as he works for them or (in case of the worst) if he dies in the line of duty.
There a bunch of benefits and all, too, but you leave the details to him. The most important part is that you and he have your own nest at the top of a building owned by the commission, a penthouse apartment that’s nicely outfitted for the pair of you. Not that Keigo gets to come home very often; you’re fairly sure he sleeps at his agency as often as not.
It beats living with your mother.
Keigo made arrangements for her as well, but neither of you has contact with her.
School is mostly boring. You do well; you have little else to do with your time, so your studies are a major focus. You’re thinking of going into hero agency business or support, that way you can work for the Hawks Agency and spend more time with Keigo. You’d also get to see what he does, what his work space is like. However, as the best of the best, your brother’s agency is picky in who it hires. Since your existence is hidden from the world, you have to look the part. Your school is posh; it’s no UA, but well known enough and respected for those who aren’t trying to enter a hero course.
Classes pass by with nothing more interesting than a little gossip about who’s dating whom or who will go to a certain place later, at least until lunch.
A television streams news in the corner. Usually you don’t pay attention to it, but a flash of crimson crosses the screen and you turn toward it so fast you almost get whiplash.
There’s Keigo on the screen. He and Endeavor are fighting a villain together. You gasp as your brother takes a hit. Tears flood your eyes, but you can’t look away. He grits his teeth in a facsimile of a grin. The camera zooms in as his lips move, but his words are unheard. No doubt it’s some quip he’s airing to dismiss any concern over his well-being.
“Oh my god! I hope Hawks is okay!” All around you, other students are watching the fight unfold.
They’re gathering quite the crowd in person, too. You count out news casters, camera people, everyday folks with their cell phones out… One guy sweeps up a phone from the ground; he must’ve dropped it. It’s red case catches the light, then you’re distracted by Endeavor sending out a wave of fire.
You can’t imagine the amount of collateral damage this fight will produce. The villain is likee noone you’ve ever seen. His skin blends into the shadows, his eyes glow yellow, and he’s enormous. Keigo, average height and lightly built beneath his baggy clothes, looks so small as he fights against the man, and beside the enormous beacon of strength that is Endeavor.
You send up a prayer that the flame hero keeps your brother safe. Other than Keigo, he’s your favorite hero. You have no idea if he remembers the two winged children he rescued many years ago, but you remember him.
Your anxiety climbs until a new hero joins the fray. It’s Miruko, the rabbit hero, and she comes in with a mighty bunny kick that send the villain reeling.
The three top pros turn the tide and relief spills through your chest as emergency responders come in to clean after the heroes are done.
You unclench your hands where they were balled hard enough the skin in your palms shows red half moons.
It’s okay now. Keigo is okay.
In your school bag, your phone buzzes. You won’t see the text for hours.
>Who would hawks have saved as my little dove in his contacts?
want to be added to the taglist? lemme know
#darkfic#yandere#mha#hawks#my hero academia#yandere dabi#dabi#dabi x reader#yandere hawks#hawks x reader#smut
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Imagine,dad dabi biting baby readers' cheek heheheeheh
Poor child can't do anything without Dabi hauling her up and mauling her chubby cheeks. I mean he obviously doesn't hurt her or use his teeth, but Dabi will squish them, kiss them, blow raspberries and what not. And at first, baby reader would just giggle and let her father slobber over her squishy cheeks, but its getting to the point where this poor child can't even sleep without Dabi poking her cheeks so now she swats his hands and whines/growls, sometimes she'd even give him a mean face (just small angry pouts and huffs, still adorable) and Dabi all but provokes you more by holding your hands in one of his and using his other hand to continue poking your cheek and tickling you.
It isn't until your dear uncle Natsuo comes and yanks on Dabi's hair to pull him away from you, scolding him for having no control. And Dabi's all like "I'm her father, she doesn't mind. She doesn't wanna be with anyone but me-" and baby reader is immediately making grabby hands towards Natsuo, who scoops you up and pulls you to his chest protectively.
"My niece and I will be taking a break from you until you swear not to abuse chubby cheeks privileges."
"Natsuo, give my child back-"
"No." And then he freezes Dabi in his spot and leaves with you🥰🥰🥰
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imagine this.
RUTHLESS, TERRIFYING, VILLAIN, Dabi, a MURDERER and FELON.
Stealing Buying his daughter arts and crafts supplies and showing her how to use a paint brush properly (like a good father). all like
daughter! (Y/n) : daddy look! I painted a pony!
dad! Mama Dabi : oh honey I love it
the pony in qestion :
but trust me this man will keep every one of the drawings you give him. he will NEVER throw them away, they are his to cherish.
or imagine
Daughter! (Y/n) (stuffie in one hand) : daddy! I made this for you *holds up a blue and black bracelet* it's a friendship bracelet! since you are one of my best friends!
Mama! Dabi : *slightly tearing up cause no one wanted to be his friend when he was younger* Baby I-
#dad dabi#platonic yandere dabi#dabi x reader#dabi x daughter reader#bnha fluff#bnha x reader#bnha x child reader#Idgi#bnha dads
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Hi if it’s ok to ask how would the lov react to reader having their first sleepover?
Okay, love, the fact that you think that Reader can have sleepovers is hilarious.
But let's just say that they can, it would be with Todoroki Shoto in a Shoto villain au, who's like a secret agent with the other traitor (imma not tell you guys who, in case you haven't read the manga). And I got a fic in which Shoto dates Reader, so a romantic sleepover kinda with Dabi as Supervisor. Since the league would otherwise fuck everything up and that would be an oof.
Shoto told his family that he was going to have a sleepover with his s/o and their brother to get a better bound with their family. They absolutely loved the idea, in the hopes that Reader could visit them more as well.
The sleepover was chaotic to say at most.
The league had a mission and Dabi couldn't chose between acting like a fan girl hyping up their favorite ship in a drama and acting like the moody older brother for both of them.
Either way you'll never be left alone with him and if reader wanted to cuddle Shoto, Dabi would join in and be like: awwhh GROUP CUDDLE PILE.
And when Shoto knew that Dabi was Touya he strived even more to get his approval and affection.
So he's like a miny version of Dabi when it comes to your safety ect. And he starts to hate his dad even more, causing Natsuo to realize something is up but he kinda agrees with Shoto.
Either way the sleepover would be fun, but Dabi would fuck it up with his brotherly teasing for both you and Shoto.
#treefairy🧚♂️🍁#soft yandere#platonic yandere#yandere x darling#fluff#male yandere#yandere mha#yandere bnha#yandere my hero academia#yandere father#yandere shimura tenko#yandere shigaraki tomura#yandere tenko#yandere dad#yandere league of villains#yandere dabi#yandere twice#yandere hawks
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Platonic Yandere dad Dabi has consumed my heart tbh. Especially when it’s just the little domestic moments.
Him giving Toddler Reader a bath, him teaching them how to walk. Dabi just showing up to the LOV bar with little you strapped to his chest.
(Shigaraki and Hawks being a certified DILF fuckers now-)
I’m especially in love with the idea of Dabi and the LOV robbing a store and you just casually picking out stuff that you want. It’s weird considering that the LOV, this terrible villain group, is letting toddler you put plushies and candy into a cart. Dabi casually squaring up with one villain who was being a bit of a jackass.
Things only get complicated when the Todoroki family finds out that they have a grandchild now.
(I know it’s never gonna happen but let me have my delusional thoughts-)
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Contion of yand tode dam with dabi and natso in please
Shoto has been actively trying to not allow Natsuo to meet Izuku because if he's anything like Fuyumi, he'll get attached too. Hell, he already has to convince Izuku to come back to his place at least twice a week or Fuyumi will threaten to track him down on her own.
He can't be convinced that she hasn't, but that's a different fear in his mind.
But, he isn't very lucky. For Fuyumi has invited Natsuo on her own. Their new little brother, she's calling him. Nobody mentions Touya. He was their older brother. But Shoto still feels like Fuyumi is searching for him in Izuku, because he was so deadset on proving people wrong.
Natsuo's different. He's more socialized. He sees the little brother he never got in Izuku. Honestly, if Shoto wasn't so angry about them attempting to take Izuku's valued, precious time, he'd be mad that Natsuo wasn't trying to get close to him like this.
It's another family dinner. Well, fractured, obviously. Shoto's plastered to Izuku's side, sticking to him like a particularly overprotective cat. Fuyumi and Natsuo take the image in, watching with rapt attention. Pork katsudon is being served, izuku's favorite. And they're actively talking about All Might in his #1 Hater's home.
Izuku doesn't look like he minds. He's still very much coming over and eating dinner. He was alone for a long time with a father that wasn't around and a mother who had to work.
Shoto relates, and that's why he latched onto Izuku.
He might've pushed his energy onto someone else, if they only outstretched their hands, but Shoto shakes the thought out of his head. It's downright blasphemous to think so.
"First semester finals are coming up, huh?" Fuyumi asks and natsuo groans. Fuyumi (lightly) elbows him in the side, "I wasn't talking about you! I was talking to the boys."
"Oh, yeah." Izuku replies, "I've been training for the final. Rumor has it that we are fighting the Zero-Pointer robots from the entrance exam."
"The what?" Shoto asks.
"Oh yeah," Izuku remembers, "You got in on reccomendations, didn't you?"
"Endeavor's money hard at work."
"I earned my spot." Shoto replies, "Without using his... firepower."
"We're working on using it." Izuku chuckles, trying to steer away from the sore subject of their father, "But yeah, there was these big Zero Pointer robots that were basically used to seperate everyone and weed us out. Uraraka was about to get smashed by one and I was the only one who noticed, so I went up against it."
"Were you alright?" Fuyumi asks, more fear for past-Izuku than she ever did about Shoto.
"I broke a good portion of my bones!" Izuku answers a bit too happily for the Todoroki's sibling's comfort, "But I got used to it. And Recovery Girl healed me."
"Why are they letting you use a quirk that's actively harming you?" Natsuo asks, "Recovery Girl should've put a stop to this."
"She hasn't been to happy..."
"I bet!" Natsuo exclaims, "I worked under her at U.A. and she would supervise any kid who would repeatedly injure themselves with their quirk."
"I'm writing a letter to U.A. immediatly." Fuyumi says, "this is unacceptable!"
"Well if I don't use my quirk, how will I get stronger?"
"Training," Natsuo says, "without a quirk. Getting your body physically stronger so your quirk output doesn't hurt yourself in the process."
"He's getting a nursing degree" Fuyumi explains, "He's wanted to be a doctor for as long as we can all remember."
"You'd know all about doing things without a quirk, wouldn't you Natsuo?"
The room falls silent. Izuku shifts a bit away from Shoto and the room notices. His back straightens, his grip on his utensils tighten.
And then, he laughs. Forced, nervous. Izuku's nervous, afraid.
And Shoto notices.
"Are you okay, Izuku?" Fuyumi speaks first.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Izuku tries to maintain his breathing in a way that isn't noticed. But they all do. They have all been in moments like these, "I knew a kid like that before. Quirkless." He talks of this person detached, as if it isn't him, "He's doing better for himself. Conditions have gotten better. But I just, I just wasn't expecting that comment. That's all."
Nothing is said again, until Natsuo speaks, "I'm used to the comments. They all find out eventually, right? Number two heroes' kid is quirkless. I just didn't expect them to come from Sho's mouth."
"I didn't either." Izuku stands up, "I better go. I promised my mom I wouldn't stay out too late."
Fuyumi jumps up, "Let me call a cab, at least!"
Shoto doesn't speak. He just looks at Izuku.
"No thanks, Fuyumi." He says, "I'll catch the train. Same time, next week?"
Fuyumi and Natsuo both echo back sentiments of agreement. Shoto doesn't say anything and neither does Izuku. Once he's out of their house, Shoto retreats to his room, conflicted, leaving his siblings behind.
#you can also drag frat boy natsuo from my cold dead hands#also im using these as practice writing for nanowrimo#like a warm up of sorts#izuku can fit so much todoroki trauma into him#you can also cry quirkist shoto and quirkless natsuo from my cold dead hands#because they were raised in the todoroki house when quirks were inherantly linked to your value as a child#and shoto for as much as he hates his dad seems to hold similar stances on issues like mutants#and if you hate mutants you probably also hate quirkless people too#and quirkless natsuo is like one of my fav headcanons because it means endeavor got the full set#fire ice none and both#also i didn't add dabi to this one because i felt like the drama was just so good in this one that tacking dabi would be bad#detrimental even#yandere platonic#platonic yandere shoto#platonic yandere fuyumi todoroki#platonic yandere natsuo todoroki#platonic yandere todoroki siblings
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MHA Spanking Pain
Multiple MHA Yandere Characters
Warning: Light yandere themes, NSFW (punishment spanking - NOT EROTIC), non consensual punishment spanking, bruising, bare ass spanking, characters 18+, characters can either be platonic or romantic
Master List
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Bakugou- We already know. Explosions. Murder. JFC wouldn’t even be able to get through the first spank. And he’ll fucking give it to you too. He goes harder than you could have ever imagined. Like, you’re over his knee, bottom bare due to him LITERALLY RIPPING OFF YOUR CLOTHES. They’re just in tattered heaps on the floor along with your dignity.
Deku- Fuck. Really? Goddamnit. Couldn’t even handle it at 2%, and he wants to go 10%?! 😭 You must have really done something to fuck up if he’s pissed enough to spank you that hard.
Shoto- Okay, you were expecting him to heat up his hand. That’s always a given. However, you never FUCKING EXPECTED HIM TO TURN DOWN THE TEMP. His hand is freezing your ass with spanks, and it’s so painful in like a cold and numb sort of way.
Kirishima- You don’t even understand! 😭 When he uses his quirk to spank you, you’re literally bent over in the most degrading way, your skin stretched to his liking to make that sensitive under curve completely visible. And then his hard paw cracks down on your skin as if someone spanked you with a paddle made of concrete. And your scream is so loud that your voice breaks and actually goes out within the first minute.
Denki- When he spanks you and charges his hand with volts of electricity…fuck you’re just fucked. Say your prayers, light a candle for yourself. Do whatever you need to do to mentally prepare for this fucking torture.
Aizawa- He’s got that Dad swing. Hurts like an SOB. Ties you up too. Bitch, you ain’t goin’ nowhere. Not today, not gonna even be able to walk properly for a while.
Enji- Also has that Dad swing, but he can also heat up his hand and burn your ass.
Overhaul- It hurts, and he makes sure you know what you did was wrong, but you can usually get through it with minimal tears.
Shiggy- Bulked up Shigster makes you wonder what you did in a past life to deserve suffering under his “special spanking” glove. It’s exactly what it sounds like. He has his gloves that make sure he doesn’t decay whatever the fuck he touches. But this support item…whomever made them must either really hate you or they’re really scared of Shiggy. Hurts like a mother fucker.
Dabi- Dear God…his spankings are the worst. First of all, he doesn’t even necessarily need to do this, but he ties you down to the bed. Each limb secured by rope which is attached to each bed post. Either turns up the temp in his hand or just lets the flames do the talking. It really just depends on his mood and the infraction. What’s worse is that sometimes you don’t even do anything to deserve it. He just likes hurting you because you can’t do anything to stop him. 🖕
Mr. Compress- Very old fashioned. Pants and underwear bunched at the ankles with you bent over his knee. Uses his hand or a paddle, sometimes a belt if you’ve been very naughty. However, he always gives you a long winded lecture like a fucking monologue as he spanks you, and his words are what makes it all sooooo much worse. His words actually leave you in tears. Yes, the spanking hurts, but it’s the guilt that ebbs and gnaws at your heart.
Twice- Spanks you and then apologizes because he doesn’t think you deserve it only to laugh at you and do it again. It’s a literal mind fuck, but he’s got you pinned down with a clone. I think a funny idea is him making a clone of himself so that his double can spank you while he watches, and then he says something dumb like “Take your hands off of my woman! That’s kind of hot, do it again!” The pain though…he’s an actual devil, so he’ll spank you rough and raw, bruise you up just with his hand.
Hawks- Lord have mercy! Uses his hand AND a feather, and his feathers are like one of those paddles with the holes drilled into them. It’s the worst being spanked by one of those feathers. He uses spankings for large scale infractions. Punishment is punishment. It’s gotta hurt so you can learn. Quick corrections are done with a few smacks on the spot, typically over your clothes. The big rules you break are ALWAYS done bare with you bent over the back of the couch. He spanks you to tears even if it breaks his heart to do so.
All Might- Heeheehee. Okay, so like if we’re talking bulky All Might, then you know you’re not going to be walking properly until the swelling and bruising goes down. In this form, he doesn’t even need to use an implement. His hand is just fucking enough. If we’re talking depleted All Might…I’m just gonna let you know that his hand is still enough, but he’s more likely to use paddles and belts. I honestly think he’s even old fashioned enough to cut a switch. Either way, your ass is grass, and you’re fearing for your life the moment he forces you over his knee or the bed for a long punishment.
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