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All For One
TW: nsfw, noncon, yandere, captive reader, mind deterioration
fem reader
All For One has a habit of subjugating you for his own pleasure.
It’s a game he likes to play—quite like chess, only… you start off with a single pawn, and you don’t know any of the rules. And he’s been world champion ten years in a row. And he plays dirty.
Tonight, he’s dressed you up in a costume. Not any old Halloween costume, but a slutty one. Not a playboy bunny or a maid, nor a schoolgirl—this was worse—a sleazy rendition of your old hero uniform.
You’d barely recognized the faintly familiar design when he first laid it out on the bed for you. Silly and naïve, you thought his games of derision would end when you finally offered your submission, but that was a fool’s thought. What fun were you if not proof of his undying victory—a reminder, a trophy, a relic?
It’s beyond degrading. Tight and revealing. Less than an actual costume, it was more something one would wear in the bedroom, cosplaying for some fantasy starring an overly sexualized you. Only God knows where he’d gotten it from.
Your steel armor, once with the dignity of a knight, had instead been swapped out for a silly silver bikini—the shimmery fabric tacky and cheap, allowing your nipples to peak forth. Covering it was a top and a skirt made up of silver chains, which only further mocked the appearance of chainmail—looking more like the jewelry a stripper might wear.
He’d forgone your helmet, boots, and sword entirely. Truly, if it weren’t for the detailing of the pattern making the fabric vaguely resemble plated armor, it wouldn’t have been much different from any other set of lingerie.
And still, it’s just similar enough to make it sting.
“Look at you...” he jeers, his voice sodden with taunt—carmine stare faded and gleeful, thoroughly enjoying it. “What a sight for sore eyes.”
He stands behind you in the mirror, holding you delicately by the hips, intimately close, dressed in another one of his black suits, fully clothed in devastating contrast to you. His smile curls as he roams your ill-covered body, kissed with the flush of chagrin, leering at you in the reflection—his voice slithering right by your ear.
“Though I can’t say I remember it being quite so revealing, can you?” he jokes, running his hands up and down your waist, fiddling some with the intricacies—metal daintily clinking and clangoring. “No, there’s something else that’s different...”
You feel so humiliated,��so small—as if he could hold you up by the scruff of your neck with ease. It isn’t just a feeling—you’re well aware that he most likely could.
“Why yes, of course…” he hums with delayed realization—you know he’s faking for anticipation, chittering while wrapping his thick arms around your tiny midsection, giving you a firm squeeze. “You’ve lost all muscle.”
It’s a painful truth. You don’t know how many months it’s been. Perhaps a year has passed already, maybe even more. He keeps you well aware of his triumph in the outside world, but time still eludes you.
You’d tried maintaining it in the beginning, even after he’d taken your quirk. You’d been vigilant, keeping up your workout regimens just as religiously as before. But you couldn’t pick what you ate, nor when—and he’d only feed you cake. It wasn’t long before all your hard-earned muscles had melted away like popsicle syrup off the stick, licked and lapped right up by the man holding you.
“Mmh, yes…” he murmurs gratingly while swaying you back against him, lips pressing against your ear. “And it’s left you oh-so-soft.”
His bulbous crotch slots against your upper ass, resting there as it grows fatter and warm—a sign of his enjoyment. The weight of him makes you feel all but paper-thin.
His voice rasps now. “If I were to give you your quirk back, I wager you wouldn’t even be able to use it anymore—it would sooner rip your poor limbs apart.”
It’s beyond cruel to suggest—as if disgracing your old costume wasn’t enough torment already. You bite your lip, gnaw it harshly—don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t let him see you cry.
“Isn’t that just fascinating?” He gives your earlobe a gentle bite, and the whimper in your throat springs free like prey out of hiding.
A sniffle shortly followed—along the dribble of the night’s very first tears. Your diminished spirit has made you all too prone to cry as if there’s nothing else for you to do but indulge in the small comfort it gives.
“Oh, sweetie—don’t weep over prowess long since lost. It was never enough to challenge me anyway,” he coos, as if consoling you—swaying your smaller brittle body back against his looming chest, a cage that seemed to swallow you whole.
Steering your jaw, he holds your face still before the mirror, unable to look away as the tears dribble down your sorry cheeks—he smears them further with a kiss.
“The world would chew you up as you are now, fragile like glass.” The grin curling his lips makes you resemble prey caught on a predator’s teeth—you can’t help but shiver at the sight of it. You wish he wouldn’t toy with you like food and just kill you already. “Mark my words, hero—the belly of the beast would not grant you as much comfort as I do.”
His other hand slips down to cup your mound—firmly, with a squeeze that has you curl yourself back against him as he presses two tough fingerpads into your clothed clit, rubbing it tightly enough to make your thighs shake.
“You’re better off like this,” he grunts, snickers at how your weak hands clutch the sleeve of his suit, curling the fabric in your palms until your knuckles whiten—watching the furrow further crease between your cinched brows as you try and bite back your pathetic little sounds even as more tears come tumbling down your swollen cheeks. “Mh, my pretty plaything.”
He makes you continue to look at yourself as he simply slides the panty to the side of your cunt. Encouraging you to place your hands flat against the mirror as he bends you forward, then to step back and stand atop his dress shoes.
“Don’t be shy now,” he makes sure to tell you. “You’re as light and negligible as a feather.”
He parts his feet and yours along with them, spreading your thighs enough to accommodate the fat heat he soon slides between them. Rigid and veiny, it competes with the size of your forearm—so thick that when he slaps it up against your slit, your knees buckle from the impact.
His chuckles rumble across your body like an earthquake. You only realize how much it makes you shake when he encloses your hip in his big hand, steadying you. Holding you still as he drags his engorged cockhead through your lips, catching your clit before resting on your entrance.
You’re so sore from prior nights—countless hours locked in this room with his visits the only thing keeping you company—everything has yet to forgive you for the wreckage those visits leave behind. Your sorry little puss rues and dreads another defeat now as he sinks inside the comfort of your battered walls, one unyielding inch at a time.
You wince and tense, shoulders bracing, and yet he pushes deeper, sliding you down his shaft until you rest at the hilt of his base, kneading the tip into your gummy womb, giving it a deep kiss that bulges out from your poor belly.
The sight in the mirror is morbid, even more so than the feeling—the way he molds your insides to fit him, to cater and house his length and size.
“Ah—just perfect, isn’t it, hero?” he purrs, chest resting heavily upon your spine while dwarfing both your hips in a firm grip, chin-stubble scraping along your neck as his voice comes out hot against your ear, “Obedience suits you so well, don’t you agree?”
Your knees buckle once he starts the heavy pace—slowly pounding into you from behind, dragging out and pushing deep in womb-robbing thrusts. You pant from the toll of it, feeling your muscles give��too tired and too broken to continue acting tough. He’s the only reason you’re left upright on your feet—keeping you standing with just his hold on your haunches. It seems like nothing to him, though it feels like the weight of the world to you.
“It’s only a shame it had to come with all these scars.” He clicks his tongue, eyes raking across your body as it takes him, resting on each mark disrupting the otherwise milk-smooth skin. “If only you’d accepted your place sooner.”
The ember burning within you is all but a piece of cooling charcoal now. You feel it diminish every day, leaving you even thinner than before.
“But then again, I quite enjoy you like this—littered with my battle scars from your toes up to your crown. It’s rather intimate, isn’t it?” he hums with a smile. “Proof of all the times I could’ve quashed you beneath my foot like a pitiful bug but decided to spare you. Teach you how to worship like the weak ought to.”
There was a time when you still humored the thought of killing him, even with your quirk taken from you. You thought, in your foolishness, that being this close to him must garner an opportunity, any, however slim, just enough for you to take advantage and finish what you vowed to end so long ago.
Now, you almost don’t care anymore. The world had moved on without you, and there was nothing more you could do about it.
You realize your promise had been as cheap as this outfit.
“The greater the fall, the sweeter the surrender, isn’t that right?” he states. “Doesn’t it feel good to finally accept your place in the world, hero?”
You can only nod your head and agree.
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OMG, I just love your writing! Especially the yandere Big Brother shigaraki HCS! If your requests are still open, can I request Yandere Big Brother Shigaraki with his little sister being AFO's daughter and they used to be really close for years but one day He had thought she had died after some villain got her and there was not even a body left behind, but in truth, she had run away and joined UA. Some platonic headcanons of yandere Big Brother shigataki and yandere Father AFO about that?
Thank you! 🖤🖤🖤
Rebellion | Yandere AFO and Shigaraki Tomura
Rebelling in such a way is going to be hard beyond belief
Whether you do this in your youth or closer to your teens it’s a battle
That can’t be won without the hero specifically All Might’s intervention
But eventually they do it
Faking your death and making it seem believable enough for Shigaraki
But it sends him spiraling
His old life and now you
He’s so consumed with grief he doesn’t pick up on AFO’s minor reaction
AFO is probably more than aware that you’re probably alive
Already planning to recapture you but it’s not a priority
He knows they won’t kill you
And he knows they’ll likely use you as bait
But he smiles with glee when he thinks about how tomura will react when he knows you are still alive
He recognizes his dear little sibling immediately
No birthmark or signature sound required
He’s already imagined and even generated what you would’ve looked like had you survived
If you revealed yourself during their siege on the united liberation front
You might have saved a few lives or made the death toll a beat higher
Gigantomachia recognizes you and immediately prepares to catch you if you appear in front of him
Showing up in front of the unfinished Shigaraki he barely computes that it’s you
He instructs the nomus to capture you safely while he focuses on Deku
With his newly awakened body he gains AFO’s relaxed visage
Which causes even more of a divide when in their little mind meld Tomura realizes he knew
“All these years…and you never thought to tell me!?”
Capturing you may not be an immediate priority because they both know the heroes wouldn’t do that
….but after what happened to Twice who can be sure
It’s only an issue if you’re providing substantial support to the heroes with your own quirk
Then that is a rebellion neither of them are happy about
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Continuing thisssss
You know who else would like an S/O who doesn’t understand Japanese? AFO. You being completely reliant on him? Sexy, 10/10 to him💀.
You’re isolated from your home and family, you have zero Japanese friends and only have one or two other foreigners as just chatting buddies. You try to finally meet up with your chatting buddies in real life and see a new amusement park but you quickly get lost. You hadn’t studied Japanese as hard as you should have, you don’t even know enough Japanese to call a taxi driver to take you to the amusement park. You decide to take your chances and ask a very tall man wearing a business suit where it is by pointing to the amusement park ad on your phone and pointing to a taxi driving by. The man merely laughs and tells you where it is in English. He even offers you a ride there, you decline initially but he convinces you that taxis are too expensive and that all he has to do is stop at his house for something then you two can go to the amusement park. This of course was a lie. You are now his wife. He won’t ever teach you Japanese and will completely isolate you from everyone to the point that you only talk to him. He loves when you cry that you just wanna go home, you should’ve never came to Japan and that you’d do anything to see your family again. Hes so evil…
The fact that even if by some miracle you could escape his mansion, where would you go? Can you even read where the trains are going? Don’t worry, you find him standing right behind you in the train, whispering in your ear that if your resist, everyone in the train will die. He may even decide to go for full Chikan and molest you on the train, knowing most people will stay out of the business of a strange foreigner like yourself. So many people already thought of foreigners as whores so they don’t believe you that you’re being molested by this rich, handsome well spoken man.
Would you ask for help? When he’s right behind you explaining to the officer that you’re just a foreigner and Japan is unfamiliar to you? That’s why you’re running around scared and getting lost :).
His cute little foreigner wifey❤️.
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Beautiful Monsters: Yandere AfO
(Absolute GOLD STANDARD AfO art by -> blackberreh-art <- )
He had never stopped to consider his whore of a mother. Not for even an instance. Not to wonder who she had been. Not how she had come to be that way. And CERTAINLY not to wonder if she had, at some point, had siblings of her own. He had fed upon her. Consumed. Then survived where she had not.
Superior.
But now... now he wonders is perhaps he SHOULD have looked into it. Pondered, perhaps, WHERE his Quirk's genetics came from. Maternal or Paternal line? And did they have siblings? Other offspring?
It was certainly possible with the sperm donor. A man of no doubt loose morals, likely to have sired many. Though... how many SURVIVED the coming purges, is another thing entirely. Especially if they were Quirked.
He ponders this? Because he is staring down at his own distorted, yet magnificent, reflection. Through the surveillance screens, a SUPPOSEDLY unassuming public relations manager is shaking the hand of a low ranking hero. It is the seventh hand shake he's observed.
And that's just this sitting.
Just this meeting.
It is... MAGNIFICENT. Underhanded and brilliant. Predicated on the intense social pressures to maintain decorum, he knew if HE greeted in an Western manner, his victims would be forced to play along. What could they do? REFUSE to take his hand? Look RUDE and unreasonable? Even those few who THINK they know his Quirk, can't act.
It would appear bigoted. Quirkist. They have no PROOF.
All For One can only laugh. He is delighted. What a fumbling, audacious, greedy little scheme! How UTTERLY covetous. A "mute and mimic" quirk, was it? The "ability to 'briefly' copy quirks by 'temporarily muting' someone else's Quirk"? Oh, of COURSE! How completely non-threatening! It's TEMPORARY. Not GONE, just MUTED.
No need to VERIFY any of these facts. Why would a child LIE?
To get MORE? To avoid the hostile eyes of the power fearing SHEEP?
And to go into to PUBLIC RELATIONS! The gall! A brazen little monster in the making. He has to wonder... would HE have done the same? Had the world been as settled as it is now, when he was born? Were there no Quirk riots? No wars? Would HE have been content to "play the system"?
It's like looking through time at his younger self. So cocky. Self assured. A pretty, powerful, little thing that thinks it's the biggest fish in the pond. Hair like his brother, smooth to his curls, yet just as bleached bone white. Smug eyes, that dance with the secrets they keep. A vague smile, that gives away nothing.
Promises nothing.
He wants to RUIN him.
Grab him by that pretty little throat and SLAM him to the ground. Crater it. Hard enough to shatter the bones of lesser men. Wants to feel that pretty little thing CHOKE as he looks up at him with such magnificent disdain. As though HE is the insect that does not know it's place. That DARES touch it's better. Oh~
The poor little thing would have NO IDEA.
The sort of MONSTERS that have been lurking in the dark, ready to eat him ALIVE.
He has good taste, for the resources he has on hand. The budget he has to work with. The boy cleans up well, in his pretty little suits and quaint colognes. Decent cuts. Flattering. But All for One could do BETTER.
He keeps his hair long. A vanity and a means to soften their imposing jawline. Kept so neat and tidy. All of him, so very neat. So immaculately dressed. Clean.
He would RUIN IT.
As he holds him down by the throat. Under that furious gaze. He'd make him WATCH as he ruins the appearance he's oh so proud off. Shows him EXACTLY how different they are in strength. No knives, he thinks. Not even Quirks. At least, not directly, no...
Just his HANDS.
Ripping cloth. Shredding it beneath his fingers. Letting him kick and struggle in the DIRT. Insulted and wrathful. As All for One's hands wander. He wonders~ how FAR would the little monster let him get before he snapped?
He's been chained down for so long. So used to HIDING, can he even bring himself to do it? How far would All for One need to PUSH to get him to abandon his little plans, and FIGHT BACK?
Watching him struggle, FIGHT, throw EVERYTHING he has at him. Seeing the realization spark in his eyes that it's not ENOUGH. That it's hopeless. That beautiful despair. That he's pinned down like a butterfly for All for One to devour. A ruined beauty in his trashed remains of a suit.
The little monster would HATE it. Would RAGE. His lovely little mask of civility would come crumbling apart as he WRITHED beneath him. Trying to rip his throat out with his TEETH. Trying to claw out his EYES with that carefully maintained manicure. And All for One would DELIGHT.
Reveal in it.
Drink it all in, like the fine wine it was.
Because, OH~ What a magnificent MONSTER you've held back, little one~ Hateful and ugly. Just like ME~
All for One could out match him. Strength, experience, Quirks. His empire is sprawling while the boy has none. He COULD be a threat, in time. COULD grow to be an equal. But All for One could never allow THAT! The avaricious little thing would kill him!
No.
He's going to eat the boy ALIVE.
And his little monster will HATE it. DISPISE him. Because he his going to love it. And that? That CAN NOT be forgiven. Not by monsters like them. The defeat, the humiliation, the helplessness. It's unforgivable. But the PLEASURE? For THAT All for One will have to BURN. It can end no other way.
Not after he's held him down. Made him WEAK and filthy. Then found every spot that makes him twitch. Dragged open his mouth so he can not escape the NOISES he makes, as AfO swallows him whole. As quirks are combined to squirm, painlessly, easily, at JUST the right angle too...
He'd make him HOWL. Choke on his begging. Thrash and beg and curse.
Like he was DYING. Like he's begging for death.
You can torture a man with more then just pain, after all.
And he'd wants his little his monster OBSESSED. Wants the memory of his cock to HAUNT him. The feeling of being split open. Filled so gloriously, so PERFECTLY. Over and over again. Endlessly. With stamina beyond human limitations. With strength most humans could never dream off.
Combining sensory quirks and attraction quirks, body modification and lust quirks, into something NO ONE else could possibly hope to give him. Everything so sensitive, so pleasurable, it dances the line of pain. He could fry the pleasure center in your brain again and again, then FIX them, little monster. Could make you see GOD.
No one else would ever be able to give him that. The touch of his own hands would forever be ruined for him. Not enough. Never enough. Not after HIM.
And that's why his little monster would have to try and kill him. Would try and hunt him. Obsess. Chase. Rage. But oh, he'd fall in line, in the end. Because he'd LOSE. His cravings crippling him. His NEED to submit.
All for One watchs the security monitors. Lazily palming himself. He wonders... should he keep his little pet by his side? Or tucked away, chained safely to his bed? He supposes it would depend on his mood.
Leaning back, he let's a solid shadow quirk slide over his skin, servicing him. His eyes never stray from the screen. It's twenty-eight handshakes now. Quite the collection he must have. His little monster glances up at the camera and for a moment... it is as though their eyes have met.
Such MAGNIFICENT crimson.
He spills into the greedy, sucking, vice of the shadow he created. Then vanishes the mess. Decadent and relaxed, he orders his spies to gather more information. It's been entirely too long since he's last left the base. Not since killing Shimura. And with her idiot successor off doing... SOMETHING, in America? He has time.
Or at least, time ENOUGH, for a bit of monster hunting~
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Reader: You know one day you’ll all be grown and in your own lives you won’t need me-
Himiko: If you leave me I kill myself
Thats more like Tomura. Himiko would be devastated but she's more determined to stalk you to the end of the worlds, or wherever her father has hidden you. She'll use her charm, threats, money. popularity, ANYTHING she has to find out what secret bunker Kai has whisked you away to.
Hell, she might even use her father's enemy, AFO to find you. Ofc AFO is more than happy to help her because in his head, this is just Himiko's way of replacing Kai with him <3
#yandere president kai#yandere president overhaul#yandere kai chisaki#yandere afo#yandere himiko#yandere toga#yandere toga himiko#yandere bnha#bnha headcanons
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Dreamless Sleep Links.
Yandere AFO with a gender neutral reader. Some NSFW in chap 3, 4, and 5
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#kiame-sama#yandere#x reader#yandere x reader#reader insert#tw yandere#yandere afo#Yandere Dreamless Sleep#Dreamless Sleep story
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Platonic Yandere All for One:
Someone who looks suspiciously like his little brother.
This man sees the world as though it were a comic cook or manga, tropes and cliches and archetypes. How could he believe you to be anything BUT the reincarnation of his younger brother?
You wheel yourself through a dirtier, darker part of town, pushing your wheelchair across rougher and sharper streets than it or your body were made for.
Your hair is stark white, long faded from the color you had been born with. The Quirk you had manifested as a child had taken an immense toll on your body, leaving you sickly and frail, necessitating the usage of a wheelchair.
You look just like his brother, All for One thinks.
You MUST be him, the narcissistic dark lord inside him says.
He’s the main character of this story, after all. That means his brother is an important character too. So seeing him again in some form makes perfect sense, doesn’t it? His descendant, his reincarnation, who cares?
Now that he’s “confirmed” it for himself, all that matters is making he sure he doesn’t lose you again.
Preparing another vault is the easiest thing in the world. A lavish and cozy living space with far more distractions and luxuries than his brother had been given, because the world has marched on and now has so much more to offer to a bored or distraught prisoner.
Finding out what to fill that vault with is a task performed without any hitch. A few minions and lackeys to tail you from a distance, taking note of your interests and hobbies, always just out of eyesight.
Classic Literature? Sculpting? Sewing? Cooking? It hardly matters. He’ll tailor this gorgeous prison to each and every one of your needs and desires.
Breaking you down is dreadfully easy as well. Someone to break into your house and shift your furniture by just a few inches, swapping your utensils, leaving lights on and misplacing your jewelry? No problem at all.
You grow to doubt yourself, especially when you start seeing a tall and masked man hiding in the shadows wherever you look. You grow weary, eyes bogged down with bags, never quite able to rest easy with all the fear and self-doubt in your heart. That shadowed man always comes when you least expect him, only in your peripheral for a second or two. Still, you’ve quickly memorized the look of him, with how often you’ve seen him.
‘It’s too easy,’ he thinks to himself. You really DO need his protection, it seems.
And when you slump weakly into that little wheelchair under the light of a flickering lamppost, he finally makes his move to take you into his own care.
You probably think you’re dreaming when he reaches out to take your weary, eroded body into his arms.
A nightmare would be kinder than what he has in store for you.
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Dragon’s Blood (Part 1)
Yandere AFO x Oblivious (AFAB) Reader
CW: implied non-con, implied somnophilia, implied trespassing, implied stalking, implied impregnation/breeding if you squint.
Gray dawn light streams through your window. You turn away from the unwanted brightness, trying to eek out another morsel of sleep by burying your face in your pillow, noticing sleepily that it smells oddly sweet, spicy, and earthy, somewhat like dragon’s blood. The scent is like a ghost of an echo, though, and the more you chase it the less you smell, as if you imagined some phantom fragrance. You write it off as residual imprints of smells from your shop in favor of pretending you aren’t conscious. Unfortunately, hiding only works for a few minutes before the uncomfortable feeling of wetness between your legs drives you to the bathroom for another early morning shower. Ordinarily, you would shower once before bed, but now you find yourself showering twice a day: once after work, and once before to prevent yourself from walking around with slick fluids caked onto your thighs and labia. If you don’t, it’ll congeal, dry, then flake.
Gross.
You glare at yourself in the mirror after you strip naked, wondering what the hell happened for your brain to have weird wet dreams every night this month. You keep waking up soaked with damp panties. The weird splotches dotting your skin from your collarbone to your ankles haven’t gone away either. If you didn’t know better, you’d think they were bruises, but that can’t be it. How would they get there after all? You sure as hell haven’t fallen recently. Maybe you have a blood disorder you don’t know about? Which, now that you think about it, isn’t random bruising a sign of that?
You decide to go see a doctor if it doesn’t change anytime soon, quickly washing away the night’s slimy residue before getting ready as normal and heading into work at your tea, herb, and spice shop. You grab a cinnamon roll along the way and make tea once you arrive, then sip and nibble as you prepare for opening. Hours pass normally as your regulars drop by for their orders. One of them, a gentleman by the name of Shigaraki, always comes by for something or other. He stops by today as well, all smiles and easy conversation, smelling faintly of something sweet, spicy, and earthy that seems oddly familiar, no doubt due to how often he visits. As per usual he has his charisma cranked to the max, and flirts with you nonstop as you package his latest order, aka the most recent tea you recommend he try.
“I can’t help but notice, Tea-chan, that you seem to be glowing today,” he comments in his lilting tone, just shy of purring.
”Really? I certainly don’t feel like it,” you murmur. “I haven’t slept properly for this entire month. I keep waking up feeling tired.”
And it was true, too. On top of waking up uncomfortably wet, you keep waking up feeling bone tired. Perhaps another thing to look into? All together, each individual observation sounds like a symptom cluster you really may be sick.
”Really,” Shigaraki-san insists. “You look even more beautiful than usual.”
His complement makes you blush. You finish wrapping up each canister and transfer them all into a colorful paper bag emblazoned with the shop logo. Your hands brush as you hand it to him, and he accepts it with a winning grin. His red eyes gleam like rubies in the brightness of afternoon sun, while his white hair shimmers with a golden tint. A halo of light surrounding his head lends to the illusion of an otherworldly being clothed in human skin standing before you. Something stops you from labeling this hypothetical supernatural creature as angelic.
“Well, if that’s the case, then thank you, Shigaraki-san. I appreciate such kind words even if I don’t feel they’re true.”
”I’ve told you that Hajime is fine,” he says, waving away any future attempts at distance or formality. “And of course they’re true, Tea-chan, whether you believe them or not.”
He’s tried getting you to use his first name without an honorific for his last three visits, but it feels too informal, too forward.
“Fine, fine,” you relent, reddening further. “H-Hajime. Thank you. Please take care.”
Triumph flashes in his eyes followed by amusement and affection before his features smooth out and return to normal. He tips his hat to you in lieu of a verbal response then departs for who knew where. It’s not as if he shares much about himself besides once telling you he helps people with their Quirks. You assume he means he’s a Quirk counselor. It explains his bespoke suits considering how much those counselors make in a single week.
You put him out of your mind as ninety-six year old Takeda-san hobbles in for an herbal mixture meant to help with arthritis pain. You have a duty to your clients to keep your head clear so you can meet their needs. You dole out teas and herbal remedies for upset stomach, for anxiety, for ear ache, for sleeplessness and headaches. You shove all thoughts of how handsome Hajime is, how good he smells, how soft his skin looks, and countless others down until they quiet, at least until closing. Unbidden memories of him spring to the surface as you lock up at sundown, ready to make the journey back home.
#afo x reader#yandere afo x reader#yandere x reader#all for one x reader#yandere all for one x reader#shigaraki x reader#villain x reader#yandere all for one#yandere afo#yandere bnha#cw noncon#cw somnophilia#cw implied impregnation
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OKAY. *slams open door in manic about to have opinions*
MAYBE i am binging so, SO much unhinged bnha fics? Have already sent this to all my mutual and is not ENOUGH? But everyone is focused on these BABIES and not the MOST unhinged of them all? You COWARDS!!!
That's RIGHT! Ya girl has been hitting the "yandere/obsessive/possessive" behavior tag on Ao3 and is REFUSING TO BE NORMAL ABOUT IT! I have THOUGHTS DAMN IT! AaaaaaaaaaAAAAAA-!!! *Flips table*
Why the FUCK everyone focusing on BABIES?
I get it, don't yuck someone else's yum. To each their own. I respect that. But ALSO? What lvl of unhinged could they POSSIBLY HAVE? They are FIVE. SMOOTH FACED TODDLER BABY BOYS! A CHILD!
Like? Listen...
You know how Quirks are basicly evolutionary advantages? Random protections that are hit or miss? I have touched on this before in my naruto WIP (that i never posted but shush), but there must exsist a theoretical opposite of killing intent.
A sort of loving/peaceful intent if you will. A SAFETY intent. Or, for the purposes of THIS scenario and slightly to the left of that, a "love me" field. Which? Unlike what the perverse might believe or suggest? Just makes the target... love you.
Not sexually desire.
Love. Care about. Emotional connection.
And, yeah, maybe i've just been reading too many fics where shigiraki do what shigiraki does, and he is his unhinged obsessed lil self. Too many unhinged yandere fics where i darkly mutter "you are forgetting their Core Character Motivatioooooons! Just write an OC!"
Because you can twist a characters personality WITHOUT forgetting who they ARE. Thats what makes it INTERESTING, after all. Seeing how it could go so very, very wrong. How a good emotion, taken too extreme, can corrupt! N it's not just "oh that means violence n cursing right? Immediately jumping to cruelty?"
Its the obsession. The need to consume. The manipulation and care in which they try and maintain the illusion. It isn't one crack and "whelp, fuck it I guess!". Every character is different! Breaks under the strain of 1000% loving someone, DIFFERENT. And it brings up FASCINATING dynamics n potential quirk reactions?
Cause a emotional quirk WILL work. Even on people who supposed "dont have any" emotions? Because thats not how the human body FUNCTIONS. They HAVE all the necessary components. They just have a disorder. The Quirk would be forcing their body to MIMIC "feel-Y.exe" and their body would go with that. How THEY would process that data? What would it FEEL like to THEM? Whole different story.
But they WOULD feel "love" in what ever capacity THEY understand it.
You don't want to hurt your BEST FRIEND do you? You love them. Your BELOVED SISTER? This CUTE CHILD? She seems so NICE. Or maybe it's a precious and to be protected PET? She doesn't know what she'll get, "love" is nebulous and multifaceted. Could be platonic, familial, romantic. The love of a comrade. But it's never failed BEFORE. (Not, that I imagine, she being a well adjusted young lady, would feel morally comfortable USING said quirk in such times of peace. On anybody.)
We're all friend here, right? No need to be aggressive! Hurt anybody! Let's all put our weapons down, yeah?
But! This runs into a PROBLEM. The fuckin Yandere. Your bog standard sociopath. Those to whom this love field/targeting/ray/what-have-you is either so completely foreign too or NOTICEABLE as to be ineffective. Or to whom "love" is AGGRESSIVE.
Who's concept of "love" would actually make the problem WORSE.
I bring this up? Because I am FACINATED by the concept of AfO falling in love.
He... he would be COMPLETELY unhinged about it. The very act would unlock LAYERS to his deeply fucked up, highly obsessive, mind games and bank vaults, squirrel brain.
But I don't think he'd ever WILLINGLY fall in love. Or even be capable. Might be a brain chemistry thing, honesty. But the very reason his CLINGS to his his brothers quirk? Is because his brother was HIS. They were connected. It was... the closest thing he understood to love. And he is unhinged even to this day about it.
EIGHT GENERATIONS OF USERS LATER.
So like? If he spooked some poor soul? With a "love me" quirk? And she, in terror, tried to blast this Scary Supervillian into Not Hurting Her? She would have NO WAY of knowing that she just made a HUGE fucking mistake. Like... conceivably, the WORST mistake.
Because all it would take? Is her NOT instantly dying. No reflexive "how dare you use your Quirk on me". And? The altered brain chemistry starts to kick in. He's suddenly getting?? All these NICE happy brain chemicals that his body has been fuckin STARVED off? Fascinating new sensations? Elevated mood?
It's fake. He KNOWS it's fake. :) But that doesn't mean he won't murder her if she STOPS :)
Looooove yoooou~♡
Does it shift in to real, deeply deranged, love? Impossible to tell. Someone for the LOVE OF GOD call All Might. But?? He's just such an unhinged MESS it's fascinating to explore how emotional quirks would even react to him? Fascinating to think about how he would REACT if he had a SECOND "little brother" scenario. A person he CARED about. But this time... WORSE because it was in a way he could somewhat comprehend AND he had FAR more power then before.
Would it derail everything? Would he be able to focus on his Machiavellian plans while being able to fold them into them? Would he fuckin CONSUME THEM like he did Tomura? Ultimate form of love, after all, to become HIM.
How long could she, the hypothetical Quirk holder, keep that Quirk ACTIVE? Fear is a powerful motivator.
Just?? Why are there not more fics about the Ultimate Creep, BEING CREEPY AND UNHINGED??? He's VERY GOOD AT IT. Has had a LOT OF PRACTICE. LET AfO be deeply insane, 2XXX!
#minji's ponderings#minji's ranting#bnha#mha#AfO#yandere#yandere AfO#let him be unhinged you cowards#its his natural state!
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How Spirited Away! AFO and Shigaraki show affection and how they deal with threats
AFO is quite reserved with his affection but he makes sure that you know that you’re loved. Since it was pretty clear that you were emotionally neglected by your parents when you came into his care, AFO is very attentive to your needs.
He tends to give head pats and praise you when you complete a task. AFO also doesn’t let anyone hurting you slide, those MFs are gone the moment they touch you in a negative way.
He prefers slow and agonizing ways of actions, slowly breaking down the threat to your safety. If they’re human then let’s just say that they are on tonight’s menu.
Shigaraki is a very touch starved individual, so he’s bound to come to you for affection. Due to losing his own family at a young age, Shiggy clings onto AFO and you. He purposely makes himself extra adorable to you in order to get you to pay attention.
MF has the loudest meow ever and he’s so clingy. Shiggy demands you pick him up and hold him when he’s in kitty form. Also, he’s surprisingly soft to snuggle with. His neck area is pretty scratched up though.
God help that poor soul who fucks with you cause Shigaraki is NOT a nice or merciful meow meow. He tosses out curses left and right whenever someone hurts you.
Shigaraki plays with them like how a cat would play with a mouse
@messedupcookiejar
@thecuriousquest
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Too Sweet 2
Summary: All for One meets you outside the café when you get off work and takes you out on a "date."
Pairings: All for One | Shigaraki x Female Reader
Warnings: All for One is a creep. Weird flirting and heavy petting. He wants to take care of you in his own way. Kinda non-con touching, but Reader is kinda touch starved. Yandere behavior Food/feeding kink. Drugging and kid napping. Good luck going back to work
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It isn't hard to find out what time you get off, and so Shigaraki patiently waits for you to leave the café, red eyes devouring your small smile and cheerful wave that you give to your coworkers. He smoothly steps into your path, big hands landing on your shoulders when you collide with him once you turn around to walk down the sidewalk. All for One adores that fearful spark that lingers in your eyes when you realize who you've bumped into.
"Ah- I'm sorry, sir-"
"Don't apologize, love," All for One swiftly cuts you off, fingers curling along your shoulders and smiling down at you with too many teeth, "My fault for getting in the way."
He tracks the way your throat works as you swallow, eyes flickering here and there so as not to meet his intense gaze. He can tell that he's making you uncomfortable, but the villain doesn't really care all that much, not now when he doesn't have a counter separating the two of you.
"How about I take you on a date? That'll make us even for my slight, hmm?" He says and moves around so that his arm slides along your back, big hand dropping to your waist as he stands beside you. You bite your lip, and Shigaraki grins even wider when you speak up, voice clear from the earlier stutter.
"A date? We hardly know each other."
Shigaraki laughs in delight, "That's what dates are for, are they not? To get to know one another."
Before you can even think to protest, the villain begins to usher you along, down the sidewalk, and to a silver car with heavily tented windows. He opens the door and easily maneuvers you inside the vehicle before sliding in behind you. His hands are instantly back on you, keeping you pressed to his side while one warm palm slides along your thigh, fingertips teasingly dipping indecency far.
All for One keeps you entertained during the drive, asking you simple questions to get a better read on what you like and dislike. He archives each of your answers and makes mental notes on what to change once he got back to his apartment here in Sendai.
It's not a long drive, but Shigaraki still laments needing to deattach himself from you to lead you inside the towering building. He'd been careful not to reveal just where he was taking you out for the impromptu date. Shigaraki had already set everything up during your shift at the café, and just knew that you would appreciate all his hard work.
You stop outside of the car, gazing up and up at the massive apartment building and bite your lip when nerve sweeps through you. All for One stands behind you, his front pressed so close that you can feel the heat he radiates like a furnace. Your thighs clench, and your knees tremble when a big hand slides over your shoulder, and Shigaraki leans down, lips brushing against your ear.
"I'm not one for restaurants, so I hope you don't mind a more... personal setting, my dear."
He sees you bite your lip and locks on the way your bottom lip swells bright with blood. Hot arousal curls in his stomach, making his cock twitch in his pants at the thought of seeing your lips wrapped around his fingers.
"Just a date, right?" You ask him, and Shigaraki hums in reassurance.
"Exactly, love. Just a date," Shigaraki murmurs and then ushers your forward. You hesitate for but a second, and then you are stepping through the sliding glass doors.
All for One's suite isn't on the top floor, but it's still huge and full of comfortable furniture and excellent taste. You develop a sense for it when you've been around for as long as he has. He takes your coat, and you take your shoes off at the door before following him into the sitting room.
You stall at the entrance, taking in the platter of sweets and tall trays of tea cakes and chocolates that cover the table. There are an assortment of teas to choose from, and you are immediately overwhelmed with the number of options before you. Shigaraki directs you to the couch but sits before you can so that he can tug you down and situate you across his muscular thighs.
The villain grins at the blush that covers your cheeks, "Which one would you like to try first?"
You shift in his lap, obviously uncomfortable, but Shigaraki isn't about to let you go now. Instead, he curls an arm around your waist and tugs you back against his chest, hooking his chin over your shoulder. He watches you lick your lips and then glance down at him out of the corner of your eye.
"Choose for me?"
The grin that stretches his face is one of satisfaction. Shigaraki couldn't have been happier with your request, "I suppose it's only fair."
He leans forward and grabs a tray of assorted tea cakes, and plucks a delicate pastry up. The villain pulls the morsel away when you reach for it, and the arm around hour waist suddenly tightens, hand snaking up to lightly grip your jaw while pinning your arms down. Your fingers curl into the fabric of his pants, and you force yourself to relax in his hold.
"Such a smart girl," All for One praises, his voice a sinful rumble in your ear. He brings the cake forward, and you bite into it, making a soft sound of appreciation at the delicate taste of matcha and sweet chocolate. You finish the cake in another bite, leaving Shigaraki's fingers coated in crumbs and melted chocolate.
The villain reaches for another, this one a sweet strawberry and hazelnut that leaves you groaning as the taste explodes over your tongue. Shigaraki covets each sound you make, committing the pleasure filled looks you make to memory. Every sigh and hum of content you make goes straight to his cock, and he can't help the way he shifts under you, looking for relief.
The more you eat, the more you feel. Your body is lax, but even then you like you're floating on air, eyes heavy, and mouth watering for another offering. Heat burns through your body, and you squirm in the hold he has on you.
"Oh? Is something wrong, love?" Shigaraki coos, and if you were in your right mind, you see the manic glint in those ruby red eyes. He reaches for a cup of cooled matcha, bringing it to your lips and watching you gulp it down without abandon.
"Hot," you whine when he takes the cup away. You fall back into his chest, your brow sweaty. All for One releases his grip on your arms, and your fingers find the buttons to your shirt. Your thighs tremble, and you gasp when the man under you shifts one thick thigh between your own, then grinds up into your waiting heat.
"Let's cool you down then, my dear," Shigaraki rumbles, and his hands bat your shaking ones away from your shirt. He tugs it open, popping buttons and sending them flying, but you can care less about that. The cool air is a welcome relief, but it doesn't last long.
Shigaraki's palm is scorching when he slides it across flesh, slipping down to tease at your waistband. You whine at the touch, body bowing forward in need and eyes clenching shut. You are desperate for any kind of touch, and only the villain beneath you could give it.
Your arousal coats your panties, and you are shameless in the way you rub yourself against his thigh, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you fight to control yourself. Another whine breaks through when All for One presents you with a truffle, the chocolate melting on his fingers. Your mouth falls open, and he guides the morsel in, setting the bitter-sweet chocolate on your tongue.
You close your lips around his fingers, groaning at the taste of the creamy filling and the hint of strawberry from the tea cakes from earlier. Your tongue curls around his fingers, cleaning them of any crumbs before Shigaraki slips them from between your lips with a lewd pop and admires the way your saliva shines in the dim lights of his home.
He spreads his fingers, watching the thick strings of liquid stretch between his digits and then snap, falling to coat the rest of his hand. His cock throbs, and Shigaraki wants more than anything to bare you to his greedy eyes and break you.
"You're too sweet to me, darling," All for One praises, and then he shifts again, sweeping an arm under you so that he can turn you around. He pushes you back and follows after you, looming above you with a feral grin straining his lips. He snakes his hands down your sides, fingers finding your waistband and sliding your pants down and off your legs.
Shigaraki cages you in with his arms, then leans in to press his lips to the valley of your breasts, kissing his way down until he was face to face with your clothed pussy. He buries his face between your thighs, taking deep, shuddering breaths through his nose as he scents your arousal. He nips your clit through the fabric, making your hips jump as his name spills from your lips.
As much as he wants to devour you, All for One reins in his self-control and forces himself to pull away. The drugs in your system would put you to sleep sooner rather than later, and he wanted you in your right mind when he finally fucked you. The frantic need and high temperature had been a side effect of the drug he'd used.
The villain sits up on his knees, eyeing the way your head lulls side to side as your body relaxes back into the couch. He smiles in victory when you seem to finally pass out and carefully pulls you off the couch to cradle in his arms. He carries you to his bedroom, where he strips you the rest of the way before sliding the silk sheets over your bare form. All for One admires his work before the sound of his phone ringing catches his attention.
The villain ignores the ringing and crawls over you, lips finding your own in a kiss. One hand grasps you by the jaw and carefully tugs your mouth open so that he can slip his tongue inside and taste you. He groans at the taste of sweet cakes and chocolate, but the best flavor of all is you.
Shigaraki reluctantly pulls away and leaves the bedroom, fishing his phone out to answer the good doctor. He would be back to take care of you later whenever you woke. All for One couldn't wait.
#my hero acedamia#my hero x reader#all for one x reader#all for one#afo x reader#not my usual content#bnha#yandere
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YANDERE!All For One.
A horrifying concept! Thanks, we (love) hate it!
He is ALREADY dangerous enough. Unhinged enough. Having his complete and undivided attention? His INTEREST? His fucked up, Machiavellian, sociopathic lil squirrel brain, COMPLETELY focused on the task of hunting you for sport?
Ha ha... *deep inhale* *starts screaming, never stops*
The man was already a living horror movie monster. Making him a yandere makes him WORSE~☆. Which is GREAT. For us, specifically. The readers. Not for the victim. THEY are fuuuuuuucked. Possibly in the literal sense, but unlikely.
Mind games and power plays are more fun.
The pointless struggle. Possession of something. The resemblance to Self. Because HE is perfect. Other people? Abhorrent. They're Rats. Vermin. Less, even, then that. They are nothing but occasionally interesting Quirks with meat attached to them. Sometimes useful servants and peons, born to be ruled.
But respective PARTNERS?
Gods NO. Don't be disgusting.
He is PERFECT. Powerful. He pulled himself up from the ruins of the early Quirk riots, the first days of those ugly wars, and became something MORE. Ascended. A Dark Lord, meant to rule, BORN to rule, over this new age of Man. It all makes perfect sense to him. He has plans within plans. Stretching out for centuries.
He just needs to get his brother BACK.
End this little rebellion.
It's a set back. Just a set back. And he's being PERFECTLY reasonable about his brothers Quirk. Utterly sane. He's ALWAYS been level headed and rational about family... is what he tells himself.
But he's NOT. He's Yandere AF.
His parents? He doesn't care AT ALL about. They nominally were supposed to control HIM. Uninterested, thanks. But? His weaker little brother? We SAW how he reacted. So I propose? You gotta be RELATED to him. And THEN the Bad Touch Instinct flips on.
Do you ACTUALLY have to share blood with him? No. But it would seriously help your survival chances. But the more you LOOK like him? The closer your Quirk to his? The more you are "him but weaker somehow"? The more INTERESTED he is.
The sort of Yandere he is? Is almost entirely dependent on HOW he learns of your existence. Cause? There is no way in HELL he had sex. At least not with ANOTHER PERSON. He has thousands of Quirks, thank you very much, any need he has? He can settle HIMSELF. Don't touch him.
Keep your filthy, filthy, disgusting paws to yourself.
So if someone SOMEHOW managed to get PREGNANT with his child? :) Well, now. :) he Certainly does have some Very Violent QUESTIONS. For EVERYONE involved. Starting with: How did you get his DNA? And did you touch him?
And once THEY are brutally dismembered corpses? You know, AFTER the child is born. Yandere time! They will want for nothing and KNOW nothing but him. Vault baby 2.0!
But?
Let us say? That the "mother" isn't an idiot. She KNOWS that she Oop's'd a baby with a Fuckin Psycho. Time to RUN. Let's EVEN give that kiddo Self Insert Powers! Cause WHOOPS? "Mummy... mummy I think I stole a quirk." (At least that random toddler seems WAY happier?) Oh SHIT! That's, KINDA DISTINCT.
Uuuuuuuuh *frantic maternal mental math* my babyyyyy.... has.... a....
SUPPRESSION Quirk! Yep, JUST like great *garbled cough* Aiko! Runs in the family, real rare. Looks like a two touch. Once to "suppress" and again to "UN-suppress" RIGHT, honey? *confused child nodding* yep! See! That's EXACTLY what it is. Nothing to see here.
Now PUT IT ON THE FUCKING FORMS.
And? That probably WORKS. For a while. Cause Mother moved them to the DEAD CENTER OF NOWHERE. Where her Quirk won't get her panic pregnant by any SUPERVILLIANS at a fucking Super Strength Thrown down (gdi, what even IS her life?!). But? Really only takes ONE(1) person, don't it?
One person to notice... waaaait a minute.
I've felt this before.
When AfO gave me my Quirk. *Looks at person in front of them*
And? Male? Female? Non-binary? Doesn't matter. He'd be INSTANTLY so, so horror movie creepy.
Suddenly EVERYONE AROUND YOU knows who you are. Is very polite. Your hotel is immaculate. Your food gourmet. People watching without watching. But are you imagining it? You haven't changed anything from yesterday. Why all of a sudden?
He gets the test results.
You Are His.
Suddenly the watchers are GONE. There is only ONE(1) watcher. Tall, broad, pale. An immaculate suit no matter how out of place. Red eyes. A placid face that might as well be carved from stone, for all the genuine human expression it shows. Never there when you turn your head.
Across the street. Atop buildings. In the shadows of alleys.
You can't tell if you're paranoid or your eyes just aren't quick enough. Was there someone just outside the window? Was that REALLY a shadow you saw, cast from the otherside of the door? You live in a safe neighborhood... don't you?
You can't tell if it's your reflection you're seeing or NOT.
Your gut says it isn't. (Says RUN.)
One by one, he'd pick off those around you. What information do they have? Who amongst his loyal can he replace them with? Isolate, isolate. Slowly, ever so slowly. Like a spider weaving a web.
Shhhhhh, shhhhh. Can't let you startle. Have you NOTICE. You'll fight. Hurt yourself pointlessly struggling. Things aren't ready yet. We must continue to play pretend. Go about our little lies. Enjoying the "freedom" he allows. All while he observes. Learns. Refines his plans accordingly.
People can adapt to damn near anything. As long as it doesn't hurt them. Sometimes even when it hurts them. A watcher? That... that never DOES anything? Maybe it's just some Quirk you unknowingly picked up. It's a crowded place, the city. It could happen.
Would explain why it went from lots of them to just one! You got control of it. Yeah. Yeah that makes more sense. (We rationalize away SO MUCH, in this age of Quirks.)
Which makes the fear so, SO much more real. So much SHARPER. When you jerk awake. In your bed. In your room, in your apartment. Where you SHOULD be alone. To a powerful hand, clamped like steel across your lower face. A familiar hole humming against your lips, dead center of a strangers palm.
That's your Quirk.
Why does-?! Eyes flick up as you struggle to breathe. Red, red eyes. White hair. Your face but older, watching you struggle, coldly handsome and deeply masculine. There's only one person he COULD be. All For One. You panic. Have to escape, but you can't get leverage. Scrambling pointlessly at the hand effortlessly pinning you to your bed. Crushing you too it.
Your fingers catch at his suit, his expensive watch, but despite your frantic efforts nothing draws blood. No amount of bucking so much as rocks him. He waits you out. Watching you panic yourself nearly unconscious. Not enough air. Can't breathe. Can't BREATHE!
Coughing, confused, and struggling to suck in air, you finally go limp.
He breaks into a grin. It is the stuff of nightmares. Croons down at you, like praising a pet, that you did good. Calls you by NAME. Oh god, he knows who you ARE. You don't have a lot of Quirks, never wanted to be like him. But you're SCARED. Your hands shake as they come back up.
As though you're going to try and pull his hand away, again.
Palms against skin. You... you try to RIP as many Quirks out of him as you can. Hopefully it hurts. M-Maybe it'll stun him?
He jerks. The grip on your face turns brutal, crushing, then relaxes back to suffocating. For a brief, terrible moment, you were certain you were about to LOSE your lower jaw. He shudders above you. Eyes sliding close he seems to revel in the sensation he just experienced.
Lifting a hand, he runs it through his hair, down his face, his neck. Lightly. Slowly. A shudder. As though he can't keep his hands off himself after that. Please God, let that not be what you think it is, starting to press against you through your covers.
His eyes, when he opens them, BURN.
A hand braced next to your head. The choking scent of his cologne, spiced and musky, burning at your nose. It mixes, like the calling card of something DANGEROUS, with his sharp aftershave. He leans down with the sort of ease that speaks of incredible muscle control. The movement utterly fluid.
A hungry grin, getting closer and closer. Then nothing but mad, crimson eyes filling your view. Your view of him blurs. Tears. All your long muttered plans for anger and sass abandoning you, now that the moment has come. You... you don't feel terribly brave. You feel cornered.
His hand move from clamped over your mouth to holding your face still.
He enjoys the view. Watching you cry for him. Muses in a low voice, just for you, that he wonders... will you try and fight next? His brother did. And you have far more Quirks then he possessed. Should he rip them out one by one? Or all at once? He could give you MORE. Share some of the interesting ones.
But, ah, you'd have to EARN that. Now wouldn't you?
You truely are his child. Covetous and greedy, just like him. Tell him... did it feel GOOD? Did you HUNGER? Want his power for yourself? His greedy little thing~♡
Is he a platonic Yandere? Does he want to screw you through the decadent king sized mattress? Yes. Somehow both. Somehow neither. Honestly? You can pick! He is EXACTLY that level of Weird about it. Just like with his brother.
He wants to croon and cage. Tie them up and discuss the newest research papers. Cuddle like equals yet have them at his feet. He wants to fuck himself. But only his PAST, WEAKER self, whom he can dominate. And while it's PREFERABLE they be into that? He doesn't give a shit if they aren't. Obviously... outside of a quirk? This is not possible.
(God knows he's probably TRYING.)
So the next best thing? Someone who LOOKS very, very similar! He would be OBSESSED. And the harder it was to get them? The more CONTROL he had? The closer they were to being LIKE him? The deeper his Obsession.
This has been my Yandere AfO Talk. If ya'll write anything, for the LOVE OF GOD, LINK ME.
#threepandas#yandere#yandere afo#afo#bnha#mha#tw choking#tw inc*st#cause AfO CAN NOT be normal#and Yandere a non-relative#tw stalking#can't think of anything else#paranoia#i guess?
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‘Missing yandere President Kai x first lady asks, so send some’
Hear me out, yandere President kai goes missing.. We all know first lady’s exact location would be found in 10 minutes but no one really cares about kai that much so he’s in someone’s basement for a bit but what happens to the first lady? Does she become president, sent to an underground bunker to be kept safe because if the president can go missing she could too, Does AFO slide into her dm’s ‘hey ur husband went missing, need any comfort?’ or does someone snatch the country?
Of course!!! The moment news of Kai's kidnapping reaches the secret service, they are immediately dragging you and the teletubbies down to an underground safehouse, locking down the entire Presidential House and delay telling you about the kidnapping for as long as possible.
Oh and by the way, you're still very pregnant, and when you finally snap at them to tell you what the hell is going on, they sit you down on the big table with all the generals and higher officials and tell you-
"Madam, the President has been kidnapped." The head of Kai's security tells you.
"What? What do you mean kidnapped? Where is he?!" You ask all of them.
Kai's chief of Staff, Hari Kurono cleared his throat as he showed you the footage of his car. "The president had left in his car last night alone, without his security detail. He turned around this corner and that's where he found his car. The security footage around this corner has been erased and there are currently no leads on who has taken him or where."
"How could you have let him go alone? He's the president for fuck's sake, he has enemies!"
"He insisted, madam. We advised him strong ly against it, but he said that he ordered us not to follow him."
"Why did he leave? Did he say where he was going?"
Hari shook his head. "He didn't say much, just that he had some business to handle and that he needed to do it alone. He- he looked distressed and he left in a hurry."
You closed your eyes and covered your face with your hands before looking back at them. "Alright, okay. Okay, let's deal with this. What are our options right now? Has the kidnapper contacted us?"
"No, madam. We have been looking at all suspected individuals, our Intel is currently searching for potential enemies in neighbouring countries, but we have no leads. We are trying to keep this news from tye public for as long as possible but we don't have much time left until media breaks this news. So now we have to- we have to think of our next step in case..."
The room fell silent as they all hesitated to meet your eyes.
"What? What is it?"
Hari cleared his throat. "Madam, if President Kai is not found in the next 48 hours, we will have to appoint another president- temporarily until the situation is handled."
You narrowed your eyes. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Are they going to give up on Kai that easily? After all he's done for his party? They're gonna betray him?
"And I suppose you already have a candidate in mind?" He nodded. "Well, go on. Who is it?"
"You, ma'am."
Wait what?
"What?" You whispered.
The attorney general decided to speak this time. "We think you're the best candidate for the job, ma'am. We are trying our best to locate Mr President, but we need to consider all our options if things do go south."
"The country cant run without a president, maam. You would be perfect for the job- the party agrees, the public already loves you, and whatever concerns you have about your job, well help you! All of us!" Miruko, your publicist offered.
"I see." You pursed your lips. "Is that all?"
You took their silence as an answer.
"So... you're telling me that the best plan you've come up so far is to replace my husband with me?" Your voice barely conceal your rage, and you slammed your hand on the mahogany table.
"HAVE YOU ALL LOST YOUR MINDS?!" You yelled.
"Ma'am-"
"No, shut up!" You barked. "It was your job to protect him! And now that you can't find him, you want me to just sit in his fucking chair and act like everything is normal because you guys fucked up?!"
You stood up, groaning as you suppoted your belly from under. "Here's what's gonna happen. There will be no talk of a new president until you find my husband, dead or alive, but you will find him. I don't care what you have to do, what rules you have to break, you will find him. Look under the sewers, check every suspicious building, search every corner of this country, but FIND. MY. HUSBAND!" You shrieked, hunching over as you felt your baby kick.
Miruko and Hari came close to you but you held up a hand. "Ma'am, let us help-"
"If you really want to help me, find Kai. Do I make myself clear?" You questioned.
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You were sitting on the couch, rubbing your belly as you tried to calm down your baby... and yourself.
You were still livid at the proposal of the team. How could they just- how could they give up on Kai like that? And then expect you to take his place?
If it were you who was kidnapped, would they have offered Kai to get a new wife because their is now a vacancy for First Lady?
You closed your eyes and sighed. Kai would've never allowed them to give up on you like that. In fact, that one time that you were kidnapped by a deranged fan, Kai worked day and night, turned the whole country upside down until you were found. He didn't care about his image, he didn't care that he would look "weak" for caring about you, he didn't care when he advised against making threats to all his enemies to find you, and he did not listen to anyone when he went down to meet your kidnapper himself and beat the shit out of him to find you.
Kai found you within 18 hours.
"Mom?" You opened your eyes and saw your triplets standing by the door looking worried.
"Hey, my babies. Come here." You beckoned them. They ran upto you, hugging your lap. "What's wrong?"
"Are you okay?" Dabi asked. You nodded. "Mmhmm, your sibling is just excited to meet you guys. They're jumping up and down inside me."
"Where's dad?" Himiko asked. "He's... out, baby. But he's gonna be back soon." You patted their heads. "Its time for bed. Do you guys wanna sleep with mama tonight?" They all cheered.
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"What's the update, Hari?" And you already knew the answer from the grim look on his face.
"We haven't been able to locate Mr President. I'm sorry, ma'am."
You pinched the nose of your bride. It's been 3 days. 3 fucking days since Kai has been kidnapped.
"Did the kidnappers contact us?" He shook his head.
"What if I talked to the kidnappers?" You offered.
Hari gave you a quizzical look. "Um- what do you mean?"
"What if we broadcast me talking to the kidnappers directly? I ask them what their demands are, tell them to return my husband?"
He shook his head. "Ma'am, I would highly advise you against that. You can't be talking to the kidnappers, we can't negotiate with them. It's not sensible to do that-"
"They could kill him, Hari. Nothing about this situation is sensible."
Hari sighed. "Okay, how about this? We can do a broadcast from the Presidential office on your behalf, instead of you-"
"No" You cut him off. "It has to be from me. Don't you get it? They won't respond unless it's from me directly. And who knows, maybe someone else has seen these kidnappers, maybe they can give us some leads to their whereabouts. Someone must've seen them, Hari. It's just not- it's not possible for a man to to vanish into thin air!"
"Ma'am I-"
"Ma'am?" Rumi walked in. "There's a phone call for you."
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You picked up your cell. "Hello?"
"Hello, darling." You immeadiately recognised the voice.
AFO. Or Shigaraki.
"What do you want?"
"Aww, is someone having a bad day? Well, you could always come to my place for a good ti-" He stopped when he heard you sob. "Y/n? What's wrong? Come on, tell me."
You sobbed again. "Kai... he's been kidnapped." You whispered into the phone. "He's been missing for 3 days. They can't find him anywhere, they don't even know who took him. It's like- he dropped off the face of the Earth."
"Oh darling, it's- everything will be okay. I'm sure Kai is alright. He'll turn up-"
"He's the president, AFO! He can't just go missing and turn up like this! He's in trouble and I can't- they want me to replace him as the president but im still pregnant and the kids keep on asking me about him and I keep lying to them but- I can't do it- I can't! Not without him!"You broke down and it broke his heart to see you cry like this, especially over that piece of shit you call your husband.
"Okay, Y/n. Calm down, come on. Its not good for your baby. Take deep breaths- just like that." He guided you with your breathing so that you dont have a panic attack, which is totally not safe in your condition.
"Shigaraki?" You sniffled.
"Yes, darling?"
"I know its a big favour to ask..." "Go on." "... can you... can you find Kai? Please, I just- I need to see him. I need him here!"
"Y/n-" "Please, Shigaraki. I'll do anything you ask, just find Kai!"
There was silence on the other end for a few seconds.
"Okay. I'll find him."
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AFO already knew where Kai was. In fact, he was indirectly helping the kidnapper, who was actually another deranged fan of yours, by covering up his tracks. AFO made sure that someone wiped the camera tapes clean. The fan kidnapped Kai because apparently he had some information on how Kai was a threat to you. And anyone who wants to hurt you... well, AFO would like to take care of it before anything ever happens.
He didnt plan on interferring with the hostage situation this early on, actually he didnt even plan on saving Kai at all, but you asked him to... and AFO would always give you whatever you ask.
Besides saving Kai himself would actually be killing two birds with one stone- he would be on your good side and Kai will owe him one too.
So within 3 hours, AFO had sent his men to take out your kidnapper and return Kai to you in one piece, minus the few minor injuries. And concussion.
But the universe must've felt extra benevolent that day because his men brought him a document that made AFO feel like he just hit the jackpot.
Its the document containing the legal paperwork with the "added" clause about how every penny gives you, spends on you and your kids, you will have to return him back with a huge amount of interest in order for you to divorce him at the end of his term. And since you're not even aware of this clause, you would be in his debt and thus, unable to divorce him.
The kidnapper was someone who worked for you, and he must've found these documents, and felt betrayed on your behalf. He must've been concerned for your safety, so he used them to blackmail Kai and get rid of him for good.
AFO chuckled as he made a copy of the document. Should he show them to you when you come to visit, or should he first use them to toy with Kai a little?
Nevertheless, AFO has a feeling he will have you back in his arms sooner than he expected.
#yandere president overhaul#yandere president kai#yandere kai chisaki#yandere kai#yandere overhaul#yandere overhaul x reader#yandere bnha#bnha headcanons#yandere mha#bnha imagines#yandere afo#yandere all for one
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you could make a platonic Yandere All for one x reader sibling shigaraki x ,I imagine that the reader ends up escaping and goes abroad ,All for one ends up taking control of japan and decided to invade other countries for his world domination, I imagine that reader ends up being captured and brought to his older brother as a prize
Oh, every child rebels from their father. All For One thought that is would be convenient to let you do this, let you think you've gotten away when in reality, everywhere you went, everyone you met, everything you saw was what he allowed you to go, meet, and see.
And honestly, it was easier this way. No pesky Pro Heroes back home could try to use you against him, not when they would never ever see you. What's one person, thousands of miles away, in a different country to a villain hell-bent on controlling Japan, and then the World?
Well, everything and then some. To him and his son.
Tomura was displeased when he allowed you to leave. He threw a tantrum and used his power with reckless abandon, hoping that if he misbehaved enough, AFO would concede. But AFO has the patience of a man who has lived dozens of lifetimes. And he would not back down to a child's tantrums—neither yours or Tomura's.
But, Japan has fallen, and so have the surrounding countries. The United Nations couldn't stop him and he was bound to have you once again
It was undeniable. Your freedom was coming to an end.
The face of the man who was terrorizing the world en masse was undeniable. It was the father you'd escaped from. Sometimes he was caught alongside Tomura in photographs, sometimes Tomura was without him—either alone or with his band of militants called the League of Villains.
You knew you were safe here for long.
It was a risk staying within Eurasia, but the boat ride to mainland China wasn't expensive and from there you could hitch rides on trains or with sketchy, skeevy drivers.
Anything was better than All For One. Anything was worth your freedom.
And thus, even though you enjoyed the sunsoaked sunsets in India, going further west was imperative, as he was starting to infect the mainland with his ideals.
And he wouldn't stop until he found you. You knew that.
#there was more to this post but i accidentally deleted it and im not going to rewrite it#yandere mha#platonic yandere#yandere bnha#mha platonic yanderes#platonic yandere afo#mha yandere#platonic yandere mha#platonic yandere shigaraki#maybe if someone asks me more about this in particular ill write more but until then!
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All For One easily could've been a power that could be bestowed on others, if there wasn't a twin, or, I don't know, IF ALL FOR ONE WASN'T SO GREEDY ON NUTRIENTS—
#this big baby took so much Yoichi barely developed properly#either AFO was that big of a baby and Yoichi is normal-sized or Yoichi was actually premature to boot#again something about how Yoichi just wants to give and be kind and imagine if he had All For One instead?#what if AFO was originally meant for whatever Yoichi had in mind if it had its bestowal property originally#Look at how AFO easily could have been a bestowed quirk. it would be SO focused on the innate desire of giving#re: my post about AFO being like Toga#theres a lot that can be said and analyzed from this#that the quirk that Yoichi saw with the potential to be kind#and this same quirk belongs to a possessive yandere that only wants for himself#wouldve been One For All instead. not All For One#the taking portion influencing AFOs personality literally stems from the fact he was a greedy baby to begin with and took everything#but the want to give went to Yoichi. if the bestowal-property went to the quirk wouldnt AFO have been a better person?#or not who knows#BUT AGAIN WITH QUIRKS INFLUENCING DESIRES: AFO TAKES AND YOICHI WANTS TO GIVE.#afo#ofa#all for one#one for all#yoichi shigaraki#spoilers#bnha#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#mha#quirks
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AU where Yoichi's secret super power was to make other people go yandere crazy for him and the reason why the OFA vestige space is a vault is because it's a manifestation of the secret desire of the OFA users to imprison him
#au where the AFO and OFA fight isn't about good versus evil it's just about overprotective yandere vs possessive yandere#the OFA users accepted the quirk and then sought their death because they knew they'd be bound together with Yoichi for eternity#Yoichi always got kidnapped as a child and that's why AFO wanted him to stay at home all the time#my hero academia#yoichi shigaraki#afo#concepts
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