#yandere red riot

[yandere-kokeshi]

Yandere Shoto and Kirishima with gn darling who has a shark-related quirk

Request(ed?): Yes! This ask was deleted before I could save this, sorry anon!

Warnings: None!

A/N: Please forgive me for accidentally deleting it :(.

Shoto Todoroki / Shoto:

Thinks you're quirk is super duper interesting and cool!!

Absolutely adores your webbed ears and you're thick, sandpaper-like skin!! It's way different from his constant different degreed-skin, so whenever the two of you cuddle, he likes to rub into you a lot!

He likes to graze his fingers against your sharp tail, tracing its patterns and feel you're rough skin; it's very soothing for him.

Will 100% offer to rub lotion on you, asking about your day as he makes sure to get into your tense muscles.

Has a huuuuge aquarium for you in the shared mansion for you. Not only is it around the size of a football field, but he made sure to have other friends with you in there; colorful fish and amazing decorations specifically made for you.

Shoto makes sure that you're always hydrated, whether that's bringing an entire 3 water bottles with him in a purse whenever you two go, so be it!

Due to your easily-dried skin, Shoto will understand if you can't sleep beside him in the bed, and have to sleep underwater. Though, do expect that when you leave the tub, he's sleeping right beside it, having his hand dipped into the water.

Shoto likes to hold onto your tail whenever he's anxious, whether that's going to the shops, seeing his family, or having an interview; he gets really quiet and holds onto it as if his life depends on it.

Ejiro Kirishima / Red Riot:

He thinks you're so amazing and manly!!!

Kirishima is so excited that someone has almost the same relations as him: sharp teeth, scarred and dried skin, and tall structure that may intimate people.

Kirishima is the best at getting certain lotions that don't make your skin itch/irritated! He makes sure to do his research, and always offers to rub it into you're sore muscles.

Loves to playfully bite you out of the blue. Cooking something for dessert? Bite on the shoulder. Eating and watching a show? Little bites all over your arms and neck!

He'd love it if you bit him back, don't worry, if you accidentally bite him too hard, he won't take it seriously.

Much like Shoto, Kirishima bought you an aquarium for you in the home! He loves watching you from afar, seeing you swim while he does his hero paperwork in his office.

He loves to watch you swim, admiring the ways you're tail moves and your body flexes while doing moves!! Do expect him to join you a few times, trying to show that he's not scared by the fish.

Kirishima loves to tease your sensitivee-webbed ears!! He may or may not gently pull on them or blow on them.

Kirishima has a weird obsession with your tail; whenever the two of you cuddle, he loves to lay on the meaty tail, kissing it and rubbing it as he falls asleep.

If you decide to get up randomly in the night, it will be hard as his grip is pretty tight!!

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[theres-a-body-here]

big brother kiri anon again!!

romantic ofc.. eiji thinks nobody is worthy of his quirkless little princess more than himself.. <3

(lots of breeding kink ofc.. and size kink)

and i honestly wanna see what scenario you come up with :3

Yandere!Kirishima x F!Reader

Kirishima is 42, reader is 24

Kirishima loved you

Maybe a bit too much

As far back as you can remember, he's always been protective of you. Protecting you from bullies for being quirkless and deterring any suitors. Even more so now that he's become a high-ranking pro hero. On the top 20 ranking as Red Riot to be exact.

This was supposed to be a fun party.

The other pro heroes put together a large event to celebrate Kirishima's classmate, Deku, becoming the number one hero of Japan. You wanted to opt out, seeing no reason for a quirk-deficient nobody to attend, but your brother pleaded and begged for you to come. You couldn't say no to Kiri.

It was going pretty well, up until Bakugo began to flirt with you. Kirishima saw red. He marched over and grabbed your hand and dragged you away. Before Bakugo could get a complaint and/or insult in, you two were gone.

And that's how you found yourself in this situation. Pressed against the wall of a coat closet at some hero party with your obsessive big brother.

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Eijirou began nipping at your neck with his sharp teeth. Almost as if he was marking what belongs to him. This only made you squirm even more uncomfortably as you wrapped your head around what was happening.

"E-Eiji...what are you doing?" You stammered out nervously.

"I just want my little sis all to myself." He replied huskily biting harder on your skin gripping your waist tightly taking full control of you.

You couldn't help but let out a soft moan as his sharp teeth nipped at your skin, sending shivers down your body. Eijirou chuckled at your reaction before pressing himself closer to you and whispering in your ear.

"You're mine. No one else is allowed to have you."

His words made you blush, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and arousal from the sudden close proximity. You wanted to resist his advances since this was wrong on so many levels but something inside of them made it impossible for you to stop him.

"Eiji...we can't do this..." You whispered back hesitantly.

But he just ignored your protests, continuing to nibble on your neck while running his hand up and down your side feeling every curve with such intensity that made you arch into him even more.

"Don't worry about it." He replied gruffly before claiming your lips hungrily.

As Eijiro's hand slid under your clothes and onto your wet heat, You let out a whimper. He had never touched you in such an intimate way before, and it was starting to make you feel nervous.

"Relax, Princess," he whispered against your lips as his fingers brushed against the fabric of your underwear. "I'm just showing you how much I love you."

His words did nothing to calm you down though, instead making you squirm uncontrollably as his fingers pressed harder into your slick cunt.

"Eiji..." You moaned out softly, feeling yourself getting wetter by the second under his touch.

He grinned wickedly at your reaction before suddenly slipping a finger inside and curling it upwards.

"Oh god!" You cried out louder trying to hold onto him for support.

You tried to resist your brother's advances as he started finger fucking you, but it was hard to form any thoughts when you felt him knuckle deep inside your wet pussy.

But before you could protest any further, he suddenly pressed a second finger inside causing you to gasp at the sudden pleasure which made them cling onto him harder.

"Shh," He whispered softly against my ear while curling his fingers expertly. "Just let go, sis."

You whimpered in response as he continued pumping his fingers in and out making you feel like putty.

As Eijirou pulled his fingers out, you were left dazed and confused. It wasn't until he unzipped his pants that you started to realize what was happening.

"Eiji…what are you doing?" You asked nervously, trying to think straight despite the intense sensations still coursing through your body from his previous actions.

But he just chuckled darkly before pressing the head of his cock against your tightened hole causing you to gasp in pain and realization flooding back knowing deep down this wasn't right.

"You know exactly what I'm doing," he growled into my ear. "I'm claiming you as mine."

You tried to push him away, but it was no use as he held onto you firmly with one hand while using the other hand for support before pushing inside of you completely without any care in the world.

Pain mixed with pleasure seared through your body as you let out a yelp. Kirishima shushes you as he begins to slide in and out of your warmth at a slow pace.

You whimpered and tried pushing your brother away, feeling disgusted with the situation. But Kirishima retaliated by slamming into you all the way to the hilt, making you let out a strangled cry.

He quickly covered your mouth with his hand.

"Shh," He whispered while thrusting deeper on purpose. "The others will hear us if we're too loud, and I don't want them finding my little sis like this now."

You felt tears starting to well up in your eyes as he continued pounding into your pussy without mercy, taking full advantage of how vulnerable you were at that moment.

Suddenly, Kirishima lifted you up and wrapped your legs around his waist as he pressed your back against the wall for support. You felt a shiver run down your spine as he began to really pound into you with his huge girthy cock. He slides it in and out of your wet heat relentlessly while grabbing onto your hips tightly.

You let out a moan as he hit that spot inside of you every time, making it impossible not to feel pleasure mixed with shame at this taboo act.

"God...you're so tight," Eijiro growled in your ear. "I'm gonna make you mine forever."

"Oh god…Eiji...please stop..." You cried out desperately but it only seemed to fuel him more causing him to pound into you even harder than before, grunting loudly along the way.

The sound of squelching and slapping filled the small closet as Kirishima continued to fuck you mercilessly. You could hear his primal grunts every time he slammed into your wet pussy, feeling disgust and pleasure at the same time.

"You're gonna have my baby, Princess," Eijiro growled fiercely in your ear. "Then no other man will ever want you."

His words made you shudder uncontrollably with a strange arousal. You knew it was wrong on so many levels but something inside of you couldn't resist him any longer.

"E-Eiji...no...please stop..." You begged weakly trying once again to push him away but he just laughed darkly before plunging deeper inside causing you to gasp out in shock.

"No way," He snarled while wrapping his arms around you tightly for leverage, slamming into you even harder than before as if staking his claim over your body.

As Eijiro's thrusts grew harder and faster, you whimpered and clung to him tighter.

“F-Fuck…” You moaned out loudly, feeling like your body was on fire from the intense pleasure coursing through it.

You could feel yourself starting to drool from how overwhelmed you were, feeling his thick cock slide in and out of you repeatedly. You felt slick juices sliding down his cock and onto his thighs, evidence of just how silly he was fucking you.

"God...you feel so good," He grunted out while pulling out almost completely before plunging back inside with a hard thrust causing you to cry out again.

As Eijiro's thrusts became sloppier and more erratic, you knew he was getting close to climax. You tried to beg him not to cum inside of you but it was far too late for that now.

"Eiji! No...please..." You begged desperately as your legs dangled weakly around his waist, weak from the fucking.

But Kirishima just ignored your pleas and continued thrusting harder and faster than before, his focus solely on breeding you like a broodmare.

"Shh...it's too late for that now," He whispered huskily in your ear while grabbing onto the back of your head tightly. “You’re so pretty. I can’t wait to see how beautiful you’ll look pregnant with my child.”

Before you can even respond to his words, Eijiro suddenly thrusts a couple more times before slamming into you all the way and holding still. You whimpered as you felt his hot cum pump inside of you, feeling it fill up your womb with each spurt.

It takes a few moments before he finally pulls out of you. His cock slides out covered in cum and your pussy juice. You feel empty and violated, tears streaming down your face. Kirishima wipes them away with his thumbs.

He leans forward and kisses your neck softly then pants in your ear “after this...”

You look at him wide-eyed waiting for what he has to say next.

“We’re gonna be together forever.” He smiles at you triumphantly before pulling you in for a hug.

Big brothers, am I right?

[lavandulawrites]

Can you give us some Yandere Dottore please ☺️

Hurry Before The Dinner Gets Cold

Yandere Dottore x reader

Dinner with Dottore is never pleasant.

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Word count: 794

The silver wear clinked against the porcelain plates. The room were dimly lit, making it a almost cozy atmosphere. A butler and a maid were standing against the east wall, almost like they were apart of the decoration. The wind howled outside.

In front of you sat Dottore. His gaze fixed on the beef on his plate. Blood was oozing from the rare steak as he cut into it with precision. Like a surgeon.

His eyes met yours. “Are you not going to touch your food dear?” his deep voice thick like honey. His expression one of concern. “I know that you do not trust me, but you need nutrition.”

Your mouth a tin line “I am not hungry”.

His stare unyielding. His eyes a replica of the dark blood in the many test tubes inside if lab. “Really?”

“Yes” you nodded trying your best to remain expressionless.

He hummed as his gaze bore through you. “Why do I find that hard to believe?” he tilted his head. He sighed and snapped his fingers. The butler hurried to him and bowed his head in an almost inhuman way. “Bring me the chef” he ordered. The butler nodded and hurried out. Not too long after the chef was standing beside Dottore.

“Is it perhaps that the food wasn’t to your liking?” Dottore raised a brow and nodded towards your untouched food.

You quickly caught onto his scheme and shook your head. “N-no! It’s not that at all!” you waved your hands and forced your lips into a tight smile.

The Harbinger’s eyes wandered over your features. “Are you sure darling? If your meal is not good enough, I will have to punish the chef. After all your happiness and comfort is the most important thing for me” his face twisted in concern.

Your eyes flickered to the chef who’s face was drenched in sweat. He was shaking. You gulped “I assure you the meal is not the issue”.

Dottore hummed. “Are you perhaps not feeling well?” his expression unreadable. “Everyone get out” he ordered. The servants and the chef all exited in a hurry leaving you alone with the blue haired man. “Let’s make a deal” he leaned forward and folds his hands hand rests his head on them. “You eat up all the food on your plate and I will spare the chef. Sounds good doesn’t it?” he said with a unsettling grin.

You looked down in your plate. With a shivering hand you lifted the fork to your lips. You closed your eyes to calm your nerves. A hum could be heard from opposite of the table “You better hurry for the dinner gets cold”.

You held your breath and shoved the fork into your mouth. The meat was tender and cooked after your preference.

“See? That wasn’t so hard was it now?”. You opens your eyes and were met with a sharp teethed smile. “You were afraid I drugged the food.”

You swallowed. “I have my rights to be suspicious”

“Of course my love” his voice melodic. “You were indeed right with your suspicion.”

You dropped your fork. You entire frame shaking. “What…?”

“Oh come now. It’s not dangerous. It’s just a way to get you a little more relaxed. I am starting to get sick of your small riots, so I came up with a solution. This drug will make your mind slowly but surely more submissive. I really do love you you know, but u can’t have you keep hurting yourself” he smirked. “Though it seems that I have to find a new way…” he sighed. “But worry not… I will have your memory of this dinner wiped. Just like last time…” his red eyes gleaming with something sinister.

Your eyes widened. The hair on the back of your neck raising. “Last time?” your voice shaky.

Dottore smiled “Yes darling. Wiping someone’s memory so mere child play for a man of my calibre”. He chuckled and rose to his feet. The chair scraping against the carpet. Like a animal he stalked towards you. He stopped behind your chair and leaned down. Much to your dismay you had to admit the doctor smelled good. Really good. His smell always bringing you a sense of comfort.

He leaned hand on the arm rest of your chair. His lips mere centimetres away from your ear. “Relax darling. This is for your own good you know?” his lips kissing your neck. He pulled away and placed a device against your right temple. When did he get that? The device glowed blue and it hummed slightly.

“Rest now…”

Darkness swallowed your senses and you fell into a deep slumber.

Dottore stroked your hair with a living expression. “A pity… I have to start over it seems.”

[jointherebellion215]

Flowers

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x female!reader

Summary: You're living a perfectly content life on Geidi Prime with your husband. It's a shame your mind can't rest, sparked by glimpses of a life unknown. Loosely based on the song from Hadestown.

Word Count: 1.5k

TW: Dark!Feyd-Rautha, Dead Dove Do Not Eat, yandere!Feyd-Rautha, manipulation, gaslighting, like SO much gaslighting holy shit, descriptions of violence, abusive relationship, emotional abuse, isolation, tragedy, nonconsensual drug use, nonconsensual medical treatement, induced memory loss, amnesia, dubious consent, pregnancy, songfic, happy-but-not-really-happy ending, I know I said female!reader but there's virtually no pronoun usage or descriptive words in thisfor the reader besides titles so maybe GN!reader??

A/N: I'm blown away, almost 500 notes on His Kiss, the Riot? Holy shit, all of the thanks! Here it is, the final part! I'm ending it with the song that actually started this whole idea. Listening to Eva's interpretation of Eurydice singing Flowers gave me the most delicious, fucked-up bit of inspiration and this came out. I was clutching my own metaphorical pearls writing this cause damn, this gets dark. Like, way more than I thought I could write. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the end of this twisted tale. Thank you for reading! As always, I appreciate you taking the time to like, comment, and reblog.

Read Part One and Part Two

AO3

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Dune properties, characters, or storylines-- nor do I own anything related to Hadestown. The images used in this are not my own, and any similarities to stories or events other than what are directly referenced are strictly coincidence.

Lily white and poppy red

I trembled when he laid me out

“You won’t feel a thing,” he said, “when you go down”

Nothing gonna wake you now

Drops of blood. 

A wicked, black smile.

“You won’t feel a thing.” 

You wake up with a gasp. Your doctor had warned you about dreams like this. They weren’t real, just an aftereffect of your accident.

The medical staff for House Harkonnen had been gracious enough to inform you of your predicament. When your family had recently hosted the Harkonnens, you quickly met and fell deeply in love with the na-Baron Feyd-Rautha. Your love for each other was so intense that you had demanded to get married right away. Your father disapproved of the union, so he disowned you and banished you, demanding to never see you again.

On the journey back to Geidi Prime, a stray asteroid hit the ship and caused you to hit your head. Feyd had apparently worried for your life, which saddened you and warmed your heart. It was nice to know that someone truly cared for you. However, your mind wasn’t quite the same afterwards. Your life before Geidi Prime was completely unknown to you. Your memories were in a fragile state.

That was just a few months earlier. Unfortunately, your mind has not yet recovered your memories prior to the accident. You were diligently taking a specially brewed tea that would calm your mind so it wouldn’t fracture under the immense pressure to try and fix itself. When you asked how long it would take for you to recover, your heart cracked when they said that it may take the rest of your natural life.

While it broke your heart to hear of your father’s dismissal of your feelings, you believed that you were strong enough to carry on. Having no further ties to your home world made it better to settle in with your new family.

You are a Harkonnen now.

Now, your footsteps make the quietest of echoes as you traipse down the narrow corridor. Heads of nearby servants and slaves bow, and eyes snap to the floor as you pass by. You feel the barest of sympathies, for not being allowed the simplest of human connection with their na-Baronness. But it was paradise considering the consequences should anyone ever feel bold enough to try otherwise.

Your husband wouldn’t allow that.

Dreams are sweet, until they’re not

Men are kind, until they aren’t

Flowers bloom, until they rot and fall apart

“Can I not have a single friend on this planet?!”

You burst into your shared chambers, rage rushing through your veins. All you had wanted was to have lunch and tea with one of the few female palace advisors you had taken a liking to. Maybe share a laugh or a story. Make a connection outside of your new family. That was all ruined when Feyd barged in and gutted your companion, stomach-to-throat, while she sat in her chair.

You were sure that your shoes had trailed blood down the hallway, but your mind was focused elsewhere at the moment.

“What use would you have for friends? I am right here.” He closed in on you, grasping your arms and forcing you to look in his direction. “Am I not enough for you? Do I not give you everything you should ever desire?”

His hands tighten around your wrists, making you flinch. A stray tear falls from your eyes, guilt starts to overcome your anger.

“No, not at all, husband! You have given me everything I could have wished for and more,” You wrench your hands out of his grip and grasp his face. He showered you with gifts, never let you go hungry or thirsty and this is how you repay him? “I just… I didn’t think you would want to hear me talk about certain things. I don’t mean to sound ungrateful.”

“I know you don’t, my darling.”

You take a deep breath as you feel the tension in the room start to settle.

“Your mind is already fragile from the accident… I just want to keep you safe.”

Safe. That was the key here. He takes step back and retrieves a small dagger from his belt.

Feyd holds it up, showing you the weapon. “Did you know that your friend had a blade dipped in poison strapped onto her person?”

You can feel the blood rushing from your face. No. You didn’t know.

“I-I didn’t see a knife on her. She couldn’t have-“

“She did.”

He drops the blade and leans in closer to you, forehead aligning with yours. “There are people out there who seek to harm you, who seek to harm me through you. I can never let that happen.”

You nod furiously. You couldn’t believe that you had been so stupid. 

Trust is unbelievably hard to come by in the Galactic Imperium. Your few months’ worth of memories can even attest to that. It seems that the only people you can truly rely on is family.

“I only want what’s best for you.”

You understand now.

Is anybody listening?

I open my mouth and nothing comes out

Another argument discussion had emerged from your telling of your latest dream. Your husband was convinced that you were entirely too exhausted to put any stock into what your subconscious was telling you, but you thought otherwise.

Fingers run through a patch of bright pinks, yellows, and blues—

“I swear to you, it felt so real! It was almost like a memory, like something I-,” A firm hand is placed on your shoulder as you give a slight stumble. Feyd puts a hand on your back, leading you to the edge of your bed, setting you on the bench that was placed against the footboard.

“Please, have some of your morning tea, my darling. You look a bit peaked.” You accepted the cup he gave you, settling down and taking a few sips of the warm, spiced drink. Your mind instantly calms, anxieties evaporating from your body like puffs of smoke. Never mind the memories that you had just… Floating.

Your husband is now on one knee in front of you, arms encasing your body, as his hands cup your face. He brings your eyes to meet his, seemingly searching. For what? You do not know.

“What were you saying about this dream of yours?” A pause reverberates throughout the room as your head tilts in confusion.

“My…?” You stutter, mouth opening to complete a thought that was no longer entirely there. “I can’t quite remember. What were we talking about?”

Your husband gives a smirk, analyzing your face once more before placing his hand on the dark fabric covering your swollen belly.

“Nothing of import. It seems that my heir is set on scrambling your thoughts.”

There seemed to be nothing in this world that brought more joy to Feyd-Rautha’s face than the sight of you and his unborn child. He’s more protective of you now than ever, having guards always posted near you, having you wear a shield during all public appearances. Not to mention, he was damn near insatiable in private. His hands and mouth are practically dragged away from you and your growing stomach every morning.

You give a chuckle. “I’d heard about pregnancy brain before, but never knew it to be this taxing! Perhaps I’ll take a walk later if I’m feeling up to it.”

Feyd gives your cheek a soft pat before rising to his feet, “Rest, my darling. I shall check in on the both of you later.” His hand rests next to yours, giving your belly a quick rub before he walks towards the door.

Your head goes to set on your pillow, the warmth from the tea running through your body. You must be really tired, since you fall asleep so quickly.

Quick enough to not hear the deadbolt lock clicking from the outside once the door is closed.

Flowers, I remember field of flowers

Soft beneath my heels

Walking in the sun, I remember someone

Someone by my side, turned his face to mine

The dreams start to encroach your mind while you are awake. You continue to follow your doctor’s instructions: take your daily tea, rest often, don’t overexert your body or your mind. But, ever persistent, they push through, finding parallels with your daily life to latch onto.

A hand, gently enlaced with yours, guides you through a meadow—

You husband’s hands lead you to stand with him by his uncle’s side, preparing for another ceremony.

A laugh, familiar and warm—

A chilling cackle of laughter reaches you in your viewing box, watching your husband gleefully slay another adversary in the arena.

Bright, yellow sunlight caressing your face and neck—

The black sun of Geidi Prime pulses in your periphery as you wave to a crowd below, your husband standing stoically next to you.

A kiss, given freely—

Feyd ravishes you in your chambers, lips melding together with yours.

My darling—

My love—

My darling—

My darling—

My darling—

My darling—

My darling—

“Is everything alright, my darling?”

You blink, snapping back to the present. Pale, smooth skin and blue eyes, your husband extends his hand towards you. Safe. He gives you everything. You and your child will never struggle or suffer with him. You are safe with him. Aren’t you?

Blood splatters over a patch of bright pinks, yellows, and blues—

You give a bright smile.

If you ever walk this way

Come and find me lying in the bed I made

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𓆩 bless me 𓆪 - chapter 1

w.c - 2.2k

pairings - demon!ateez ot8 x receptionist! fem! reader

genre - demon au, hint of royal au, possible yandere themes (?), romance, slow burn

sypnosis: as hell’s receptionist, you only wished to talk shit and stay out of trouble. yet, you happened to be the one that the two social clans in hell start fighting for.

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Click clack. Click clack. You’ve gotten used to the sounds of keyboard typing. Why wouldn’t you be after hearing it everyday for almost 4 centuries?

As Hell’s receptionist, your job was to check in arrivals daily. A new soul arrives, another contract is signed and they are officially Hell’s inhabitant forever. It’s a pretty simple task, one that you’ve learned to appreciate. Unfortunately for you, the job comes with another responsibility.

You have the ‘lovely’ privilege of listening and attending to complaints. From the wails of the Dead to the petty protests of demons, your days are filled with discontent and irritancy.

As thrilling as it sounds, you find yourself being bored most of the time. Nothing exciting ever happens. You hear the same complaints everyday - all yap yap yap. You could not care less about soothing the Dead or settling another demon squabble.

Today felt no different, the neon red sign flickered above your desk, signalling that someone was entering your office space. You straightened your posture and adjusted your nameplate that read, “Receptionist of the Damned.”

Your eyes scanned over to your visitor and you immediately recoiled in disgust, “Ugh.. please leave the air that I’m breathing.”

“Come on.. haven’t I seen you enough times that we’re basically best friends?” the demon in front of you asked as he batted his eyelashes.

Wooyoung, the most annoying demon you’ve ever met, leaned over your desk with his signature smirk plastered on his face.

“Sir, you look like my sleep paralysis demon. Please leave my office,” you said sternly as you signalled to the door.

“My dear receptionist, you wound me..” he pouted dramatically, not taking your words seriously at all. “At least listen to what I have to say...”

You sighed. “It’s another complaint about the Eternals isn’t it-“

“You know it is,” Wooyoung sneered, his voice dripping with disdain, contrasting his playful personality earlier.

To put it simply, Hell has three social factions:

The highest faction - The Eternals. They are royalty, demons that need to be treated with the utmost respect. They’re the richest demons that you would find in Hell. Eternals have purple horns, ones that reached high above their heads, almost touching each other. While their horns could be used to distinguish them, their snobbish and stuck-up personality was more than enough.

The lowest faction - The Halas. If you were born a Hala, you’ve lost all hope of having a calm life. A Hala would have stubby red horns and sharp fangs. Despite making up 97% of the demon population, a Hala gets the worst treatment out of the three social factions - mainly due to their aggressive personalities. Most of them are poor and extremely money-hungry. Since they are greedy, they don’t normally make friends with each other. In fact, a Halas’ death mostly happens due to their own kind.

Last but not least, your own faction - The Walkers. The Walkers are typically neutral in everything. Money, social treatment, et cetera. Walkers have jet black horns, almost like the colour of soot. The Walkers are the rarest social class. They are in every government-related job as they are considered ‘impartial’. Having a connection with a Walker is vital for your social class to be stronger.

Money, surprisingly, was an important aspect in Hell. It allowed you to buy a house, have a family or spend it on gambling. It was sought for by so many that it had led to many riots in the past.

Wooyoung was a Hala, with a burning hatred for Eternals. His resentment towards them grew every time he visited, a fire that never seemed to burn out. “They think they can own everything,” he continued, his voice laced with anger. “They walk all over our territory with their big ass boots and claim it as theirs.”

You nodded, taking mental notes. It was a familiar complaint, yet there was more rage since his previous visit. “I’ll file your case, Wooyoung. But you know the process- it’ll take at least two weeks.”

Wooyoung scoffed, crossing his arms. “We don’t have time. You don’t understand- the Halas are planning a revolt.”

A revolt? His words caught you off guard and for the first time in a while, you felt surprised. Having a revolt is startling enough - but Halas revolting? It was unheard of to have them working together for a cause. You quickly shook off the feelings of shock and composed yourself.

“That’s a very bold claim.. but I’m confused of why you’re so worried. I thought you liked chaos?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Wooyoung’s expression darkened, the usual glint in his eyes disappearing. “Chaos? Yes. But this? This is destruction, ‘____’. The Eternals will soon crush us and tear Hell apart. That includes you.”

You leaned back into your chair, the weight of his words dawning on you at full force. A revolt of this scale would disrupt all of the progress that has been built over the centuries.

You sighed as you ran your fingers through your hair. “If I file this case under ‘urgent’, its going to attract a lot of attention. The kind that gets me in a lot of trouble.”

Wooyoung leaned closer to you, grabbing your jaw. He pulled your ear closer to his mouth, making sure that you heard every word he said.

“I don’t care if you get in trouble- I’m not asking you to take sides. All I’m asking is for you to understand that this isn’t another petty complaint. This is our survival. The Halas can’t take this shit anymore.”

Complaints in Hell were rarely put under ‘urgent’. Since you had all the time in the world, you had no reason to put a complaint in that section. Also, adding a complaint there also meant that journalists and news outlets could view it - drawing attention to the whole ordeal.

You took a deep breath, thinking through your options carefully. You always prided yourself on remaining impartial but the severity of the situation at hand made you think otherwise.

“Fine.. I’ll do it,” you caved. “But you need to keep things calm on your end.”

Wooyoung smirked, stepping back from your desk. “Anything for my dear receptionist.”

Your face morphed in horror as he blew a kiss to you before leaving the room. You mulled over the whole situation that just came to light. This wasn’t just another day in Hell, it was the beginning of something way more sinister.

You typed out a formal complaint about the situation, the sounds of the keyboard being more overwhelming than usual.

You printed it out, giving it your stamp of approval - a kiss stain. You walked over to the other side of your office and finally dropped the paper into the ‘urgent’ chute.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖⊹₊ִ ࣪𖤐๋࣭ ⭑⊹₊ 𖥔.

“Sire, look at this,” Duke Seonghwa said while holding a newspaper article in his hands.

The lord looked up from his desk, his interest piqued. Seonghwa’s expression was unusually troubled and the urgency in his voice made it possible to ignore. He took the newspaper, his eyes scanning the headline.

“This can’t be true..” the lord muttered, his face darkened as he read further.

“The Halas have gotten bolder,” Seonghwa continued. “We cannot afford dismiss this as a another rumour.”

The lord’s eyes flicked back to Seonghwa’s, “Summon the rest here immediately, we need to address this.”

“Yes my lord,” Seonghwa replied, bowing slightly before scurrying off to find the others.

The lord reread the newspaper article again, fingers gripping the pages harder and harder, almost tearing them.

As the leader of the Eternals and the King of Hell, Lord Hongjoong knew that maintaining power was his absolute priority. Any threat to his title would not be taken lightly.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖⊹₊ִ ࣪𖤐๋࣭ ⭑⊹₊ 𖥔.

Not long after you filed the complaint, the atmosphere in your office shifted. The temperature seemed to drop and an eerie silence took over your surroundings. The neon red sign above your desk started to flicker violently.

The doors burst open with a deafening crash and several Eternals stormed in with their purple horns glistening ominously in the dim light.

“Receptionist!” a voice boomed, making you freeze in your place. “Explain this!” the demon held a crumpled newspaper article in front of you.

You kept your expression neutral, “General Mingi, that is a concern brought forth by a Hala.”

Mingi’s eyes narrowed as he took a step closer, “This isn’t just a ‘concern’, they’re revolting. How could you standby something this preposterous?”

The other demons behind him murmured in agreement. The air in the room grew thick with tension and you could feel their rage simmering from beneath their composed state.

“I’m not standing by the Halas, General,” you replied calmly. “It’s in everyone’s best interest to address the issue than to escalate it. Ignoring it could lead to disorder.”

Mingi wrinkled his nose, his words sharp and filled with malice, “Know your place, Walker. You’re here to serve, not test our authority.”

He signaled his troop with a flick of the wrist and they began to walk of the room, stepping on the debris they created.

You let out a deep sigh. You were relieved that they left you alone. However, you knew that the Eternals would go above and beyond to get their way.

For centuries, the Eternals have been known in their attempts to get rid of the Halas. The Eternals believed that the Halas were unworthy of sharing the same realm as them. To them, the Halas were a stain in an otherwise perfect Hell.

Efforts to rid the Halas have been unsuccessful, after all, they did make up for the majority of the population. Due to their population size, it had been getting tougher to assign jobs fairly to each of them.

Even as Hell’s receptionist, you’re unable to do much for the issue. All you could do was file complaints that angered someone. You found yourself caught in the middle, witnessing a storm brewing right in front of your eyes.

You filed a maintenance complaint, hoping that your door would get fixed by next day. You gathered your things and quickly dashed out of the door - at the end of the day, you wouldn’t want to get jumped by a demon, would you?

.𖥔 ݁ ˖⊹₊ִ ࣪𖤐๋࣭ ⭑⊹₊ 𖥔.

As you scurried back home, weaving through the streets, you felt someone grab your hand before dragging you to a dark alleyway.

“What the-“

“What are you trying to pull, Walker?” the hooded figure hissed as he pinned you to the wall.

You scoffed. “Who do you think you are?” With a swift motion, you kicked the figure in the stomach, causing him to release his hold. Taking the chance, you reached up and yanked his hood down, revealing his identity.

“Duke?” you exclaimed in surprise when you saw Seonghwa’s face.

You’ve never seen the Duke in real life, only in photographs - which did not do his gorgeous features justice. He always stood next to Lord Hongjoong, rarely leaving his side.

“What are you doing out of the palace? I thought you were the king’s boy-toy?” you asked with a smirk.

“Don’t talk to me like that, Walker,” he spat out, his voice oozing with venom. “Don’t defy me.”

“I’ll ‘defy’ anyone that drags me to a random alley,” you retorted.

With a snarl, he lunged forward, throwing a punch at your face. You ducked in time, feeling the wind from his fist that nearly hit his target. You countered with a kick to his shin, causing him to stumble back with a curse.

He went at you again, his movements fuelled with fury. You dodged his blows with ease - each strike he aimed at you slowly getting more aggressive.

You finally saw an opening. You managed to catch him off guard and delivered a powerful punch to the gut, leaving him gasping for air. As he staggered back in pain, you took a step back, preparing yourself for whatever he would do next.

Surprisingly, he stayed down. His hands clutched his stomach and he wheezed for breath. For a moment, the alleyway was filled with the sounds of his laboured breathing. Did you really hit him that hard?

“Shit- how are you so strong?” he coughed out, his eyes meeting yours.

“I thought it was common knowledge that all Walkers are trained in combat,” you replied, confused. “And I’m not that good.. I think you’re just weak..”

Seonghwa flipped you off before you threw him a mini med-kit that you carried with you at all times.

“I’d prefer it if you didn’t tell anyone about this,” you said. “It’s not only bad for me- it’s embarrassing for you. You challenged a Walker to a fight without any skills.”

He rolled his eyes in annoyance as he gave a small nod. Seonghwa started to patch himself up, placing band-aids over the scratches on his body.

You gave him a sly grin, “Sit still and look pretty next time.” With a cackle, you decided to take your leave. You didn’t know whether Seonghwa contacted his friends and you didn’t want to risk getting caught by staying longer.

You bolted home, clutching your bag close to yourself. Despite the turn of events today, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of adrenaline. Things were becoming too boring in Hell - maybe a revolt is necessary.

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[kaeso4ka]

Sometimes Optimus makes you happy. Is it a mistake to give in to that?

Pairing: yandere Optimus Prime x reader

It was hard to get lost in the corridors of the Omega-1 base. Despite the huge size of the base, the large number of compartments and warehouses, it was easy to navigate. One day was enough to memorize the layout of the rooms once and for all.

You liked to wander the corridors, getting farther and farther away from Ratchet's grumbling. The medic rarely traveled farther than necessary.

At some point in one of your journeys you noticed one more compartment, which, however, was marked as empty on the maps. You never saw any of the humans or Autobots enter it, and the doors were always locked... You were curious.

On one of those endless days when you didn't expect the truth to be revealed, it was revealed. Optimus himself did it, bringing you to this compartment.

“This is... A greenhouse? A garden?” you frowned incomprehensibly at the wide variety of flowers, trees, bushes...

“Yes, my Spark. I nurtured it for you. Do you like it?” Optimus nodded toward the incredible beauty of the roses. “Your favorite.”

“Yes,” you stretched out, agreeing with everything. “Beautiful. I didn't know you loved the nature of this planet so much.”

“I do,” Optimus confirmed quietly, keeping his pained gaze on you. “You know I do.”

You answered nothing to that, walking forward, touching green leaves, pinkish buds, purple petals with the pads of your fingers... Earth's nature was amazing, yes. You loved it.

“What is your favorite flower?” you asked without turning around. Your attention was drawn to the most common red roses. Your favorite.

“They're all beautiful.”

As beautiful as you were, surrounded by this riot of colors. Optimus will surely create a garden on Cybertron - no, a forest! - made up entirely of Earth plants. And even in the femme hull, you'll look so perfect.

“You're right there, of course,” you smiled weakly, ”I appreciate the way you feel about Earth. Just... Know that.”

The optics of the mech flashed brighter.

“Thank you, my Spark. This garden would never have blossomed without you.”

You answered nothing to that, disappearing among the flowers.

[coleszzzworld]

Baby daddy Eijiro Kirishima (red riot) x fem reader (she/her pronouns.)

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TRIGGER WARNING,~ ✰cussing , like one paragraph of nsfw , kinda of yandere ish?… kiri is a kinda of a douche in this~ ✰POSITIVELY DO NOT READ IF EASILY TRIGGERED. ✰~Enjoy the fall. ✰~🐇♦️🖤

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- ✰“Please…. I don’t wanna be alone…”✰-

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✰-Baby daddy! Kirishima who loves you and your twin boys very much! , he would die for you and his boys , he would burn the whole world down for you and the boys if you guys asked him , he would even stop being a hero , if you and the twins asked!.

✰-Baby daddy! Kirishima was so sad when you broke things off with him , “it’s not working.” You said to him , he’d question him self … what’s not working?! , you broke things off before the twins were born , you thought shared custody was good enough… nope … kiri didn’t move out . He claims it’s good to have a “man” in the house , to raise the boys …. To do all the hard work ……to provide for you.

✰-Baby daddy! Kirishima who will never let you go…no matter what… he’ll never let you go. It’s suffocating. You feel like you can’t breathe…. You guys aren’t married… when you got pregnant, it was after U.A , now you both are in you’re twenty’s … you want to explore your options… have hook ups … just live your life ! … he always says “till death do us apart.” It’s funny cause you guys aren’t married…the only way he’ll let go …. Is if you died . Or he dies …

✰-Baby daddy! Kirishma who buys you the house in the suburbs, with a huge pool in the backyard, and a huge porch, he’ll give you whatever you want , you want those 900$ heels ? … Done! He bought them for you ! , you want a new car? , he’s on his way to the dealership… and don’t get me started on the twins , he’ll buy them whatever they desire! , they want that new basketball hoop? , he’ll do it better!… he’ll get them they’re own basketball court ! … they want that signed jersey from leborn James?… he’ll buy it no matter what the price ! … they want the newest shoes ? , consider it done !! , they now have a whole closet dedicated to they’re new shoes and signed jerseys!.

✰-Baby daddy! Kirishima, who puts the twins in sports , they do basketball, baseball , soccer, football! , he wants them to be “achiever’s“ just like him ! , you tell him they’re to young , I mean they’re only six years old , when he put them in all these sports , but the boys don’t seem to mind ! , they definitely have a favorite sport , it’s basketball, they don’t mind the other activities, but they like basketball the most . Sometimes , bakugo’s daughter comes over to the house and plays basketball with the boys ! .

✰-Baby daddy! Kirishma , who doesn’t like when you go on dates , he’ll invite himself, im not kidding, he full on invites himself , so here you are on a date with a guy you met on tinder , and your baby daddy , kiri staring at the man , cold stone face … the look on his face looked like he wanted to hop over the table and strangle the dude … so you stopped going on dates with people. That and it was embarrassing… how do you explain to someone that your baby daddy is insane and has no sense for boundaries.

✰-Baby daddy! Kirishma who holds your hand , and kisses your check , at your son’s basketball games , he wants to let the whole world know you two are still together… so when the paparazzi rudely interrupts your boys game , he’ll smile and hold your hand as the cameras click … flashing lights every second…. You feel nauseous… you two aren’t together… ‘click.’ …. This isn’t real… ‘click.’ ….. you’ll try to pull away from his hand . He won’t let go. He keeps a tight grip on your hand…’click.’ ….’click.’ …..’click.’ You space out … you just mindlessly smile … then he pulls your face near his …. Kissing your cheek …. ‘Click.’ ‘Click.’‘Click.’‘Click.’‘Click.’…… you can feel your mind go numb. The next day you see , the newspaper in the grocery… the header reading , “worlds best couple!!!!, Y/n L/n & Eijiro Kirishima!” You roll your eyes .

‘Click….’

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[Nsfw.]

✰-Baby daddy! Kirishima , who fucks you till you’re crying… he’ll have you in the bed , face down ass up … as he slams into you . Smacking your ass every thrust … you can’t help but moan . “F-fuck you like that baby?…” he stutters out… “fuck You feel so good.” He says as his hips stutter too. You know he’s close .

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A/N - ( sorry yall I was going to add more smut but writers block hit me , then my adhd started to act up lol , but I’ll write a part two to this . And it’ll be smut!!!)

[extrashotodepresso]

Fake Dating Series:

KirishimaXFem!Reader

(ft. Ex Hawks)

Warnings: SMUT AHOY! (Actual smut- like DNI if under 18) , a bit of Yandere Hawks at the end (can’t help myself), angst, pure filth, cheesy, cheating mentioned

I had an idea a while back about a little fic series around the beautiful cliche trope of fake dating. Overdone you say? YUP! But it’s so tasty I can’t help it! Needless to say, all characters in my fics are 18+. In this one, MC and Kirishima are in their mid to late twenties.

So this is the first one!!! Feel free to reblog if you want, I literally write these for myself but if you like it lemme know if there’s anything else you wanna see!

Summary:

Hawks shows up at the agency and tries to get back together with you. You try to blow him off but he’s pushy. Getting irritated you say you’re dating someone. When he asks who, Kirishima walks over and you get an idea.

“Just go with it.”

“What?”

You pull Kirishima by the harness on his chest and bring him in for a short kiss; what you weren’t expecting was for him to kiss you back.

“Um… still here, (Y/N).” Hawks clears his throat uncomfortably, while you are stuck staring up at Kirishima’s face.

“Wanna get out of here, pebble?” He asks with a sly grin.

“You have no idea.”

You had felt your phone incessantly buzzing in your back pocket all day. You prayed silently that this meeting would end soon; you could hardly pay attention to it anyway.

“Everything okay, Jumper?” You heard someone call out to you. When you looked up it was none other than Red Riot, your coworker and acquaintance. You rubbed your neck nervously.

“Yeah- just have a lot on my mind I guess.” You looked up at him with a soft smile before standing- even if you were tall for the average woman, he stood easily a foot and a half above you, though he was less intimidating than his appearance would suggest.

“Well if you need anything, let me know.” He smiled again kindly, then offered you a small stack of papers. “Notes. From the meeting.” You took them gingerly, looking up at him with a raised brow. “Seemed like you missed some of the info today, wouldn’t want you falling behind.” His face was almost bashful as he said this, his mouth opening slightly like he was preparing to speak again.

“Riot!” Dynamight called out for his friend suddenly and Red Riot gave you a small wave before walking away, leaving you a little dumbstruck. Sure, Red Riot was nice- he had even been dubbed the new gentlemanly hero- but something about the gesture gnawed at you. Unfortunately you didn’t have much time to stare after him in bewilderment as your phone began ringing. Again.

You whipped your phone out of your pocket, turning towards the elevator and making sure you were alone before you hit ‘answer’.

“What do you want?” You spat out, hand smashing the down button as you looked behind you in a paranoid fashion. You prayed as you waited for the doors to open that no one would follow you.

“Oh come on, don’t be like that little bird.” The voice that came over was saccharine and sweet, the syrupy tone making your stomach turn. You waited until you were inside the elevator with the door closed to respond.

“Don’t call me that, Hawks.” Your teeth were grinding.

“I’m downstairs.”

“What? Downstairs where?”

“At your agency. Let’s go for dinner or some coffee- you know you can’t-“

“I’m not going anywhere with you. Fuck off and go away.” You hung up the phone, practically slamming it in your frustration.

Two years. Two years of your life you had dedicated to that insufferable, egotistical, bird brained— ugh! And three months ago, you found out he had been cheating on you with some young up and coming sidekick. You closed your eyes, exhaling deeply before collapsing on the cool elevator wall. When the doors opened, you were in the hallway to the lockers.

You had been throwing yourself into your work since you had broken up with Hawks. You had spent the past few months pulling shift after shift- and now you were being forced to take the weekend off. This was especially frustrating to you at the moment; if Hawks didn’t leave like you asked, you wouldn’t have a good excuse to lose him, and the man had a way of getting what he wanted. You made it to the showers, cleaned yourself then changed into civilian clothing, praying that he had the decency to finally listen to you on your elevator ride back to the lobby. Though, if his incessant harassment the past three months had anything to say about the likelihood of that happening… the doors opened and you steeled yourself, trying to visualize an undisturbed path to the exit.

As you approached the front desk at the lobby, your heart sank. He was still there, casually leaning on the marble counter, blatantly flirting with the receptionist.

“Well I would be crazy not to want that back.” You muttered, rolling your eyes before trying to walk as quietly as possible past him.

“Baby bird!” He called out to you and you stopped, feeling your shoulders hunch over.

“I told you to fuck off.” You spoke through your teeth. He walked over to you, opening his arms as if wanting a hug, then after seeing your expression lowered them slowly.

“Look- I know that-“ he actually looked remorseful as he paused, “I messed up.”

“You messed up?” You barked out a laugh. “Did you mess up the first time when you fucked her in your office? Or the tenth time when you fucked her in our bed?” Your glare was seething now, and his face was heartbroken. As much as the part of you that had loved him wanted to reach out and make him feel better, the part of you that he broke rejoiced seeing him in pain.

“Yes, (Y/N). I fucked up. And I’ve regretted it every single day. I miss you, can’t we just talk about this?”

“No, we can’t.”

“Why not?” Just then, the pinging sound of the elevator caught your attention and you looked over your shoulder to see— the perfect distraction.

“I don’t think my new boyfriend would like it.” You lifted your chin haughtily before you heard the heavy footsteps approaching.

“Boyfriend?”

“Hey! Jumper, Hawks, how’s it goin?” Just as you expected, Red Riot approached the two of you at the desk, smiling brightly, completely unaware he was about to be the perfect decoy.

“Hey babe!” You called out enthusiastically before trotting over to him. He was still in his hero gear, no doubt going for a last patrol on his way home. He looked down at you with a slightly quizzical expression before you whispered so only he could hear, “Just go with it.”

You grabbed his shoulder harness, pulling him down to you and before he could react or protest, kissed him. It was meant to be a quick peck on the lips, nothing too showy but the second after you pulled away, you felt his hand reach behind your head, fingers threading in your hair as he brought you back for more.

His lips were softer than you expected from the hardened hero, more experienced too. His lips moved along yours with a delicate fervor, quickly you lost yourself in him. Your hand that had been wrapped around his harness tightened and you pulled him ever closer, practically whimpering into his open mouth as the kiss heated. His tongue probed your bottom lip, requesting entrance and without a second thought you allowed it.

“Um… (y/n)? I'm still right here.” You heard Hawks behind you and it brought you back to the present. Pulling away, you attempted to gather your breath as you looked up at Red Riot.

He was looking at you with a hunger that made your thighs clench together. You didn’t know what you had expected when you kissed him, probably just an awkward joke and maybe an offer to walk you home, but this was… carnal. He was smirking down at you, sharpened teeth glinting in the fluorescent light.

“Wanna get out of here, pebble?” His voice was gravelly, thunderous and you bit your lip as you nodded.

“You have no idea.” You managed to whisper as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Sorry we couldn’t catch up, Hawks.” He spoke, still looking into your eyes as he did. “Looks like my little pebble needs to get home. I’m sure you understand.”

With that, the two of you left, leaving Hawks standing dumbfounded behind you.

“You wanna tell me what that was about?” Riot finally spoke again as the two of you entered the parking garage.

“Not really.” Your mind was still spinning, “Thanks for the help, Riot.”

“It’s Kirishima.” He said, softly as you approached your car.

“Kirishima.” You tested it out. It was foreign on your tongue, but not unwelcome.

“You want me to go home with you?” He asked and you felt a blush bloom across your face before you looked at him dumbly.

“Huh?” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, a blush creeping up on his cheeks as well.

“I mean- to make sure you get there safely and everything.” He cleared his throat, suddenly breaking your gaze. You smiled, your stomach feeling flutterings you hadn’t experienced for almost two years.

“I’m a hero too, you know.” You said, teasingly.

“O-of course, I just thought-“ you giggled, he was too easy to tease.

“I’m happy to bring you back to your place- it looks like you were planning on one last patrol though.” He finally looked back at you, his eyes trying to read your expression. It was stifling, that look and you cleared your throat before rambling on, “I suppose I do owe you a bit of an explanation. It’s the least I could do to give you a ride as thanks.”

“I was planning on another round but it’s late… so if you’re willing to drive me… what I’m saying is…” he stopped himself, “I’d like that.” He muttered.

You nodded, then walked to your driver's side, sitting down and trying to not scream internally as he sat next to you. Your car adjusted with his weight and you felt suddenly self conscious about the state of your car- would he judge you for the smell of stale coffee or the miscellaneous straw wrappings on your passenger side floor? If he did, he didn’t say anything, he just casually provided you his address for the GPS. For the next few minutes, the only sound that could be heard were the incessant directions of your car, taking you on what felt like the longest drive of your life.

“He’s my ex.” You said, suddenly, to break the silence the two of you had lapsed into.

“Who?” He looked over at you, and though you trained your eyes on the road, you could detect surprise in his tone.

“Hawks.”

“Really?”

“Yup.” You said almost curtly. “Broke up a few months ago.” You readjusted, feeling his gaze on you was a little uncomfortable.

“Why did you—“ he let himself trail off, then caught himself. “Actually, I don’t need to know, I’m sorry that was-“

“We have different definitions of fidelity.” You interrupted him. “I think it means you stay loyal to one person, he thinks if someone else wants you and they’re super hot, sleeping with them should be acceptable.” You smirked as you shrugged, though saying it out loud hurt you more than you would like to admit.

You hadn’t talked about the break up with anyone. Not even your best friend. All she knew was you were done, and you didn’t want to go back. Kirishima was now the only one who knew the truth.

“That’s so unmanly.” He said, as solemnly as possible and you barked out a laugh. “What? What did I say?”

“Nothing-“ you said through giggles as you pulled up to his apartment. “It’s just-“ more giggles “unmanly?” You bit your lip, finally turning to him as you parked.

“So… he’s the one that was calling you all day?” Kirishima changed the subject. You sighed, resting your head on the seat as you turned toward him.

“Yeah. He wants to get back together. Doesn’t seem to understand the phrase ‘fuck off’.” You smiled, though it didn’t quite meet your eyes.

“And you think that kiss will be enough to keep him away?” He asked, almost incredulously.

“I would think so-“ you looked at him through your lashes. “It was a pretty great kiss.” You chewed at your bottom lip subconsciously and you watched as his eyes followed the movement.

“I don’t think he’s gonna stop until he really gets the message.” His voice had changed again, all low and sexy and you felt those butterflies again.

“So what do you suggest?” You swallowed, your mouth was suddenly completely dry. He leaned over to you, his massive hand caressing your face and covering half of it.

“Make the message so loud, he can’t ignore it.” He brought his face to yours, eyes looking in yours then to your lips to give you plenty of time to change your mind. In response, you leaned in to close the gap, brushing your lips against his just barely.

He increased the pressure, exhaling in relief as you permitted him to continue kissing you. The two of you quickly became a mess of tongues and teeth- though as things became more heated, the tiny space of your car was hardly accommodating.

“Would you like to-“ he broke the kiss to ask you a question, though you didn’t let him finish.

“Fuck yes, let’s go.” He smiled at this, chuckling as his thumb caressed your cheek.

“I was going to say come up for a drink, but I have a feeling you have a little more on your mind.” Your face reddened in embarrassment.

“A d-drink would be nice.” You swallowed. “I’m a little thirsty.”

“That’s one way to put it .” He said with another smirk and you pushed his chest, smoothing your hair and trying to catch your breath when you heard his rumbling laugher as he exited the car. The sound of it was enchanting. He walked around and opened your door, ever the gentleman, and you unfastened your seatbelt before grabbing his hand and following him inside.

Kirishima had a massive penthouse apartment, with all new everything and expensive furnishings.

“So this is a top hero’s apartment, huh?” You asked as you looked around wide-eyed. “You probably spend in a month what I do in a year.” You mused out loud as he walked over to his massive kitchen, grabbing a couple bottles of water from the fridge.

“I’m comfortable.” He said with a slight chuckle. “But it helps that I split the rent.” He walked towards you, offering you a water before gesturing to a large U shaped leather couch by a fireplace.

“You have a roommate?” You watched him nod, then sat on the edge of the couch, watching him walk away before your eyes continued to drag themselves around the room “Who? Wait, you’re not-“ he shook his head.

“I’m single, don’t worry.” You let out an exhale you didn’t know you were holding. “Bakugo and I have been roommates since college.” Your brows raised at this.

“Dynamight?” You asked incredulously. “Lord-Explosion-Murder—screams-at-children-number-two-hero—Dynamight is your roommate?”

“Yep. Hey, do you want anything harder than water?” You heard him call out to you, apparently in your awe he had returned to the kitchen.

“You bet your ass I do-“ you muttered, then louder; “whiskey, if you have it?” You looked back at him and watched him nod, his back to you as he rifled through the kitchen, moving surprisingly swiftly to grab a glass and some expensive looking amber fluid in a crystal container.

You had been staring into the fireplace, still oscillating between several levels of shook before you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder. You looked up, and Kirishima was smiling at you, handing you a glass of whiskey.

“Do you mind if I go clean up?” He asked with almost an apologetic expression. “I haven’t had a chance yet to change and-“ you nodded

“That’s fine, I’ll just be out here…” you gestured to the couch. “Waiting.” You offered what you hoped was a sexy smile, not missing the way he swallowed before he straightened up.

“Five minutes. Promise.” He was almost childlike as he scampered off, leaving you to collapse into the couch in wonder at the situation you now found yourself in.

What a bizarre series of events. Not even an hour ago, Red Riot was a coworker you barely knew. Just someone who you would idly chat with in the mornings, occasionally fight beside on patrol- now you were in his apartment, drinking whiskey, watching a fire and waiting for him to— you took a drink, hoping the alcohol would calm your nerves.

Kirishima was an incredibly attractive man. Maybe not by super traditional standards; with his spiky teeth and even spikier hair, but there was always a kindness to him you found intriguing. Not to mention, he was absolutely ripped. Nearly seven feet of carved muscle and rugged angles, a sharp contrast to his normally shy and kind personality. Your nails tapped on the glass in your hand as you stared into the flames.

What if this was a mistake? You didn’t know exactly what was happening tonight, though you knew what you had hoped for. He was really too nice of a guy to be a rebound…

As you lost yourself in your thoughts, feeling the pleasant warmth of the fire and the hum of the whiskey making its way through your bones, you were snapped out of your reverie by the sound of a door closing.

“Hope you didn’t wait too long.” His voice echoed out and you looked up, letting out what could definitely be interpreted as a moan.

Freshly showered Kirishima was a god. His hair which was usually styled sharply fell into his face softly, just passing his shoulders and you could see a hint of his black roots at the top. It was weirdly sexy to watch as he pulled his hair behind his face and tied it in a low ponytail, his bangs falling into his face gently. He was wearing a black sweater that did absolutely nothing to hide his hulking muscle and a casual pair of jeans that seemed to strain against the sheer bulk of his thighs. As he sat down, the smell of his shampoo or body wash enveloped you; sandalwood and something earthy- like the smell of rain. You wondered now what you had been so concerned with before, the idea that you had an important thought being the only thing you managed to grasp.

“You alright?” His voice was soft, sweet, as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. You blindly set your glass on the table beside you before leaning in to kiss him again.

It felt so right to kiss him. Losing yourself in his taste was so easy, so comfortable, so— as he pulled you onto his lap, gripping your thighs with his massive hands you moaned into him. His contagious smile could be felt on your lips as the sound escaped you and it almost bothered you how calm he was. You wanted him to feel the same as you, feel this untethered. You brought yourself down to sit fully on his lap, grinding the apex of your thighs against him.

When you found the hardened flesh there eagerly waiting and heard his breathy little groan you finally smiled back before pulling away from the kiss.

“I’m fantastic.” You managed to croak out in response to his question, looking at him to see a darkened expression over his features.

“(Y/N)-“ your name came so easily from his lips, you hadn’t realized he had actually known it until now.

“Yes, Kiri?” You kissed along his jaw, tilting his head to find his exposed neck, kissing him gently before biting the flesh at the junction of his throat and collarbone. His grip on your thighs tightened in the most delicious way when you did, and you licked at the flesh before returning to his lips. But he pulled away.

“What do you want?” He suddenly asked. You paused, over him.

“What do you mean? I want you.” You sat back, studying his expression. He groaned, bringing a hand up to his face.

“I mean- what do you want from this? I’m all for us hooking up to make Hawks jealous and everything-“

“Who?” Your genuine surprise seemed to astonish him. For a moment, you had forgotten what had brought you here, to this man’s couch, practically begging for him to take you.

“Seriously.” He sighed. “I think we should probably talk about what you actually want from this before we-“ you brought your hand to his lips, silencing him.

“I kissed you back at the agency for a distraction. Sure. But-“ you looked around the vast apartment. “I don’t see him here now, do you?” You smiled down at him. “If this was just to piss him off, I would call him while you were breaking me in half so he could hear what a real man can do.” Kirishima blushed at your words. “And while that might be fun to do some other time…” You leaned back, pulling off your shirt to reveal your chest covered by a padded sports bra you had put on that morning when you had no idea you would be straddling one of Japan’s top ten heroes. Kirishima didn’t seem to mind as he swallowed at the sudden exposure of your flesh, “Right now, I’m only thinking about you. And I would have thought,” you gave another experimental grind of your hips, delighting in the almost tortured sound he made, “that what I wanted was obvious.”

Kirishima studied you for a few moments, searching in your expression for the truth in your words. He must have found what he was looking for as he kissed you, immediately opening his mouth to tangle his tongue with yours.

It was sloppy, steamy and downright indecent, but gods if it didn’t spark your need for him. He brought his hands back to your thighs, caressing them before grabbing handfuls of your ass, landing a harsh slap that caused you to shriek into his mouth.

“You’re a naughty little thing, pebble.” He purred. “I didn’t expect you to be this-“ you brought your own hands to the hem of his shirt, dragging them up along his toned abdomen to rest on his pectorals, clawing at them before gesturing you wanted the shirt off.

“Forward?” You finished for him. He pulled his shirt off, then returned to your lips, hardening his grip before standing up, carrying you around like you were made of air.

“Bedroom?” He panted into your mouth. You nodded and kissed him back.

The way to his room was a bit of a blur. He stopped a few times along the way, pressing you up against the walls, letting his hands explore every dip and curve on your body. You thought, distantly, that you might have heard things crash to the ground at some point, but had a sinkhole opened in the middle of Mustafu, you probably wouldn’t have noticed. There was nothing but him. His touch, his lips, his sounds, it was all that mattered right now.

When your back met the plush of his bed and he crawled over you, you felt another moment of awareness at the sheer size of him. He seemed to even block out the light in his room, his face was nothing but shadow. He pulled back again, finally allowing you to see his tortured expression, his hand brushing your cheek as his eyes seared into you.

“Are you sure you want to keep going?” He asked, his voice strained like the idea of you saying no was physically painful. You leaned up to kiss him, your hands trailing down the expanse of his chest to stop at the button on his jeans. You let them sit there for a moment, playing at the hem, enjoying the feel of where the elastic on his briefs beneath his pants met his skin.

“Are you sure you want to keep going?” You mirrored him. “I’m not the one who keeps stopping.” You were smirking, but your heart was racing. He set every nerve you had on fire, you couldn’t remember ever feeling like this.

“Are you kidding?” A lopsided smile graced his face. “You’re all I think about, (Y/N). I’m still not convinced this is real.” Your eyes widened. Did he really feel that way? A blush spread across his face. “Sorry.” You didn’t know how to respond to his sudden confession so you kissed him again, finally allowing yourself to unbutton his jeans and try to wriggle them off his hips.

He seemed to understand your hint and helped you out, standing awkwardly and shuffling his pants down his legs. He stood then, almost bashfully when your gaze was immediately sent to the large tent in his boxer-briefs. Chewing at your lip again, you swallowed. Everything on this man was giant. You slid your leggings off your legs, throwing them unceremoniously to the floor before motioning for him to return to you. He moved quickly, his lips finding your neck and every sensitive point on it as his hands wrapped their way around your torso, arching your back and bringing you as close as possible to him.

“May I?” His fingers were playing at the back of your bra and you nodded, turning your face to him again, finding his lips once more. He unclasped your bra, having to lean up from you to pull it off, one arm resting beside your head. He pulled back a little more, looking over your body with a sort of reverence. A small whimper left you at the seriousness of his expression, which he seemed to take as you missing his lips on you (not that he was entirely wrong).

“You’re so damn beautiful.” He whispered into your neck, kissing down your collarbone and sternum before dragging his tongue over your breast. He found your nipple with the wet appendage, circling around it before bringing it into his mouth with an sultry suck. You gasped, hands tangling into his hair. He continued to lavish you with his lips and tongue, and when you pulled out his hair tie so you could run your fingers through his hair, he bit down on the top of your breast, causing you to shriek at the suddenness of it. He pulled back.

“S-sorry! I didn’t mean to-“ you threaded your fingers to the base of his scalp, tugging harshly.

“Stop apologizing Kiri.” Your voice was stern. “I’ll tell you if I don’t like something. But I’m not going to break.” He still looked unsure, so you tugged again, eliciting a small moan from him. (Hair pulling kink unlocked) “I mean it.” You swallowed, “Do whatever you want.” A choked sort of sound left him, and he kissed your lips again.

“You…” whatever he was going to say, he didn’t. He bit your bottom lip, the sharpness of his teeth caused a slight sting but it felt so good. Kirishima moved down your body again, littering bites and kisses wherever he went.

He crawled down the bed, stopping between your thighs. He sat up then, spreading you before him, staring at the apex of your thighs with a hungry expression.

“Anything I want?” A devious smile formed on his face. You nodded, for the first time a bit unsure. “You might regret sayin’ that, pebble.” He lifted a hand, using his quirk to harden his arm. Your heart was racing as he dragged a sharpened finger down your torso, not hard enough to draw blood, but strong enough to feel dangerous. He hooked his finger into your panties, quickly moving his hand to shred them off of you and expose you fully to the room. He deactivated his quirk, then removing the offending scraps off your body, lowered his head.

He bit your hip harshly, and you twitched at the feeling, legs immediately trying to close but he held you open with just one arm. He kissed the spot he bit, running his tongue over it to soothe the ache before moving to your thighs. He kissed and sucked the inner flesh there too, and you felt yourself clenching on nothing, the part of you he had exposed was yet to be touched and it was driving you insane.

“Kirishima please-“ you whined. He looked up at you, like you were disturbing him from enjoying himself. A switch had definitely been flipped at some point; where he had been eager to please, now you were his plaything.

“It’s Eijiro.” He said with another well timed bite.

“Eijiro! Please!” You begged again. He didn’t make you wait this time, bringing his face to where you wanted him most, he licked a long stripe up your folds.

“Delicious.” He muttered to himself before he began devouring you with a fervor. His tongue dove into your weeping heat, fucking you open with the thick appendage and you moaned, gripping his hair again like your life depended on it. This egged him on, as he brought a finger to your folds and pushed one inhumanly large digit inside you.

You were already so close, it was embarrassing. His tongue moved to your clit, circling around, writing out incantations that had you ready to cream any second. You managed, just barely, to look down at him. His cheeks were flushed, hair mangled by your hands and his eyes were burning into you with a sincerity you’d never seen before. He pushed another finger inside of you, scissoring and curling them to stretch you out, hitting your spot absolutely perfectly- and that was it. With a loud shriek you came, and he eagerly lapped up every bit of you, letting out a satisfied hum that vibrated your core. His fingers slowed their pace to work you through your orgasm, his tongue gently caressing you.

Out of breath, you tapped on his shoulders, trying to communicate to him that you wanted him to return to you. He understood and almost hesitantly, crawled back up your body, kissing you without a word, feeding your taste to you with his tongue.

“Eiji-“ you moaned into him “I need-“ again, he seemed to understand what you meant without words as he slithered out of his boxers, the weight of his manhood slapping against your thigh when he was freed. Your hands glided from his shoulders down the broad expanse of his back, raking your nails down his chest before you wrapped a hand around him.

He was thick. The thought of it had you drooling a little into his kiss. A small, inhuman sound left your lips when you dragged your hand up his length and felt the beads of pre already weeping from him. He broke the kiss with a moan, looking down to see your hand struggling to wrap fully around him while you angled yourself uncomfortably to try to pump him. He thrust into your hand, eyes practically rolling back before he stopped himself entirely.

“Hold on-“ he let out with a hiss before stopping your hand, grabbing it with his and pinning your arm next to your head, threading his fingers into yours. With his other hand he lined himself up with your entrance and slid up and down your slit, lubing himself with your slick.

It felt heavenly. The head of his cock kept barely catching on your entrance, then would move up and kiss your clit. You ground into him, trying and failing to just line him up with your core; though the feeling of him fucking your folds was pleasant, you wanted more.

“Slow down, pebble.” He moaned out into your neck, his voice like liquid velvet against your skin. “We’re gonna have to take it slow.” You wanted to protest, but even just the action of him rubbing against you was sending you toward another release. “Holy shit, are you gonna cum again for me, pretty girl?” Your eyes rolled into your head as your hips increased their pace, you thought you nodded but you couldn’t be too sure. There was something so primal about this experience. The need you felt for him was entirely animal. He chuckled darkly into you, then finally, agonizingly slowly, he began to push inside you.

The second his head made it past the first ring of muscle, you nearly blacked out. It was a stretch far beyond the familiar.

“F-fuck-“ he groaned, trying to keep going slowly but his hips were sputtering like he was trying to hold back.

“I told you-“ you angled your hips up to take another inch in- the stretch was incredible, “I’m not gonna break.”

You would one day wish that you could find the words to describe his expression, or the sound he made at your revelation, but you registered nothing as he lost complete control inside you. With one sharp thrust, he buried himself in at the hilt. There was no pain, just the immediate burst of pleasure you felt as he finally filled you. Your back arched off the bed, toes curling in his sheets while your knees squeezed his sides closer- like he could get any deeper.

“Y-y-you’re-“ he was stuttering, his every movement completely halted at the feeling of you pulsing around him. “Fuck it’s like you’re sucking me in-“ he pulled out agonizingly slowly before returning to you, thrusting tentatively at first before gaining confidence and speed.

His lips returned to yours, kissing you and refusing to separate any inch of himself from you. You were completely enveloped in his body, distantly experiencing the feeling of your damp skin clutching onto his. You couldn’t decide where to put your hands- they traveled from his hair to his shoulders to the sheets back up to his hair and you were sure that you could die in this moment and be completely fine. You were building up to something again, another gloriously dangerous crescendo that threatened to tear the fabric of your being apart.

“(Y/N)-“ he moaned into you, “I’m gonna- I can’t-“ his words were just as wrecked as you felt, and you nodded against his lips.

“It’s okay, Eiji. Let go.” You whispered the last part and he growled, pistoning his hips into you before there was a hitch in his movements, a moment where with a grunt, you felt a warmth spread through you. The feeling of being so intensely full, of being whole and still getting more finally sent you to your final release. Your head fell back, trying to bury itself in the sheets beneath you and as his movements sputtered and slowed he kissed your neck. He was grunting like the sound was being forced out of him, like he did whenever you were in a really tough battle and the thought sent heat over your body.

It was all too much.

Finally, the room seemed to still, the two of you were a collection of broken gasps and whimpers. He continued kissing your neck and face until you felt him soften and slip out of you. With a groan, he rolled himself away, leaving you stunned and a little cold.

You simply stared at the ceiling. The gentlemanly hero, Red Riot had just fucked you to the point that you saw stars at the edge of your vision. The thought made you smile. For a moment, you almost felt insecure that he left right afterwards until you heard a faucet in the distance.

Still catching your breath, you tried to drag your head to look at him when you heard his steps approach.

“How you feelin’, sweetheart?” He asked gently as he sat next to you, his massive form dipping the bed as you felt something warm and wet between your thighs. He was cleaning you up. Gentleman indeed.

He kissed you, rubbing the thumb of his unoccupied hand across the plane of your cheek. You smiled at him, kissing him again.

“Ethereal. You?” He chuckled into you, tossing the washcloth in the general direction of his hamper.

“Couldn’t have said it better myself.” He laid himself down on his bed, opening his arms in an offer to cuddle and you obliged, not minding the fact that the two of you were still a little sticky with sweat. His arm pulled you into his side, draping your leg over him and holding you there while his other arm rested behind his head. For a few moments all you could hear was the heartbeat in his chest; strong, calm, dependable.

“Did you mean it?” You asked him. His thumb, which had been idly petting your thigh suddenly stopped and he looked down at you.

“Mean what, pebble?”

“When you said I’m all you think about.” It was embarrassing to even ask, it was probably just something said in the heat of the moment. Hawks was like that, he would say all sorts of things when you were in the bedroom and when you were done…

“Of course I did.” He responded without any hesitance. He was blushing when you looked up, which was insanely cute.

“For how long?” You bit your lip. It felt like you were digging your grave here, but you couldn’t help it.

“Dunno. Just sorta noticed one day that you’re all I notice.” He said this so casually, like it was just an irreprochable fact. “I uh… I was actually about to ask you out. You know, before we uh…” he trailed off, suddenly embarrassed.

“I’m so glad it was you that got off that elevator.” You said, seriously. He let out a laugh before kissing you.

“Me too, pebble. Me too.” The kiss that followed started soft, but was starting to heat up as he rolled back over you, his hand cradling your face like you were precious. As your need started to reignite for him, you heard a loud slam.

“Oi, shitty hair! I brought dinner for your dumb ass.” The familiarly violent voice of Bakugo rang out through the apartment. Kirishima groaned into your neck, and you chuckled. “Why are all the pictures knocked down? What the fuck?” As the ferocious blonde started stomping towards his room, Kirishima reached for the covers on the bed, pulling them over you.

“I’m really sorry for what’s about to happen.” He said to you apologetically before rolling out of the bed with a groan. He pulled on his jeans with haste, still jumping trying to wrangle them on while he made his way out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him gently. “I have company, bro! Chill out, you're gonna scare her.” Though he tried to whisper, the urgency in his tone caused his words to carry through the door.

“What the fuck kind of-“ Bakugo’s footsteps stopped. You continued to giggle. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Muttered conversation that was unclear reverberated through the space.

“I didn’t get enough food for a third.” You heard Bakugo yell towards the room, “So if you want to eat you’ll have to feed yourself.”

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Across the street, on a rooftop that was positioned perfectly to look into a certain Pro-Hero’s bedroom sat a blonde hero with wings crimson as blood and a heart shattered beyond repair. A feather gently floated toward him and he grabbed it, clenching it with all the rage he felt.

He had seen everything. Heard every word, every demented moan. She had never been like that with him.

Though Hawks knew the reason he lost her was his fault, he still felt she belonged to him. His eyes narrowed as he set off, flying high above the city, eyes burning. He wouldn’t lose. Not to him.

His resolve, crumbling as it was, still spilled fire through his veins. He would find a way to get her back, even if it meant hurting her again.

[mango-bango-bby]

ughhhhh i need more platonic kiribaku for my inner child can i request them with a kid who feels pressured to be perfect, maybe with grades because they’re both pro heros? maybe a teen reader

♡ Pressure ♡

(A/N: I was exactly that way too when I was younger lol!! They comfort my inner child too, I honestly don’t even know if they’d send you to school, they’re so protective over you 😭😭 I love platonic family)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, platonic yandere, Kiribaku, parents kiribaku, intense pressure for good grades, crying, a lot of comfort 💘

Summary: You feel pressured to have good grades all the time for your fathers (Platonic!Yan!Bakugou x GN!Teen!reader x Platonic!Yan!Kirishima)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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“I’m home!” you call out, trying to keep your voice calm. “Hi baby, welcome home! How was your day? Did anything happen today?” Your papa, Eijiro calls out. They had a system where one would stay at home and one would be at work. Despite being a teenager, they still saw you as their little baby. They still needed to look after you.

“It was fine” you say blankly, setting your shoes next to the door. Eijiro’ s face immediately drops, your voice wasn’t normal. You sounded sad. “Sweetie, what’s wrong?” He asks, reaching out to grab your arm so you can’t run away from him and avoid the confrontation.

You avoid it, pulling your arm away, beginning to go to your room. “I already said, I’m fine” you say, trying to keep your head down to hide the tears welling up in your eyes. You knew that your dads would love you no matter what. You knew that they would support you no matter what. Even when you did something wrong, they defended you, even if you were in the wrong. You were their perfect little baby angel.

However that didn’t mean that other people gave you that same sympathy. You were the child of two pro-heroes, everyone expected a lot of you. Your teachers and other students knew you as the adopted child of Dynamight and Red Riot. You needed to be good enough to be their child. You needed to excel in everything academic, anything other than perfection was unacceptable.

You scroll mindlessly on your phone, trying to ignore what had happened earlier. You knew you didn’t really understand the topic of the test but you still tried, you studied for hours. But when you got your test back today, your heart dropped to your stomach. You had gotten a seventy eight on your test. And you couldn’t handle it. Everyone else did so much better than you. How could you be so stupid!?

You lose track of the time while on your phone, not noticing how your fathers had been standing outside your room, whispering about what to do. “Y/n, dinners done. Come out” Katsuki says from outside your door. He silently curses himself for how rude the words come out. But you’ve been raised by him so you understand what he means and that he sounds worried.

“I’m not hungry” you say calmly, trying not to show how you really feel. “You still need to eat” Eijiro says, knocking on your door to ask for you to let them in. “Are you okay? Are you feeling alright?” He asks again, knowing now nervous that maybe you’re sick.

“I already told you, I’m fine” you say, almost in an angry tone. You’re trying to assert yourself, show that you’re fine. But you knew they would pry it out of you and what if they were just as disappointed in you as you are. “Y/n, you either come out and tell us what’s wrong or we go in there and we won’t leave until you tell us” Katsuki says sternly. He always was the one to be less soft on you.

They both back up from the door a little bit as you open it. You keep your head down slightly so they can’t see your puffy eyes. “What’s wrong?” Katsuki asks, watching your bottom lip wobble. You try to keep it under control but you can’t keep it up anymore, the exterior you’re trying to put on is crumbling.

“I’m sorry-” you hiccup, Eijiro immediately pulling you into a tight hug. You still cry in the same way you did when you were younger. They still look at you and see the toddler who would cling to them and cry because of a nightmare. “What’re you sorry for?” Katsuki asks, running his hand over your hair in a soothing way.

“I k-keep trying to study more to get better grades- but every time, I j-just end up failing” you cry, holding tightly onto your papa, pulling in Katsuki. “I’m sorry” you sob, Eijiro whispering that it doesn’t matter and that you did your best. Your fathers look at each other, both knowing they’re thinking the same thing.

Perhaps it’s time for homeschooling. You won’t be as stressed anymore and you won’t have the pressure from other students. You’ll be safer at home.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

[idle-daydreams]

I don't mind i don't think you take my crazy request anyway like i said before i just want Yandere Demon Chuuya X Female Demon reader because i just want wholesome yandere story so it not a point that you don't follow my request.

Also you don't have to sorry about thing you don't uncomfortable to do, it wasn't you fault.

[A.N.: Hi! Hope you like this!]

Tw: Yandere, implied imprisonment.

“So, what do you think?”

You looked around at the snow covered garden, gleaming silver in the moonlight. It was an ethereal scene, made all the more beautiful by the massive red roses peeking through the snow-covered bushes.

“... roses in winter,” you said, your breath coming out in white puffs. Slowly, you stepped out into the garden, pulling your shawl tighter about yourself. Chuuya was so paranoid about you catching a chill that he almost never let you out, so it was nice to feel the cold on your face.

“I know you like gardening,” Chuuya said, fiddling with the bindings around his torso as he fell into step beside you. He hadn’t bothered to dress warmly, yet he didn’t seem cold. “Figured you’d like to get out of the room.”

You didn’t answer, too mesmerized by the riot of color against the monochromatic backdrop of the garden. You wandered over to the nearest bush, tracing a petal as soft as... well, a rose-petal.

“How are they alive?” you asked. “Is it magic? Can you even do something like that?”

“Oh yeah. Turns out I can.” He shifted in place, looking less like the mighty demon lord that he was and more like a nervous schoolboy. “You do like ‘em, right? I know you planted them outside your... old place.”

“I did.” Ignoring the pang in your heart at the mention of home - there was no point to it, after all - you peered closely at the roses. They were exquisite, each bloom as large as your fist. The garden was alive with their fragrance, almost a testament to their existence. “They all died, though,” you admitted. “You seem to have a better green thumb than I do.”

“Oh no, I didn’t plant them,” Chuuya said. “I got some servants to do it. I just make sure that the roses don’t wither away in the cold. So you can mess about with them all you want without worryin’ about ‘em dying.”

So basically just play about with them like a child.

The words rose to your lips, a retort you would have once made without a second thought. But now, they faded away before the anticipation in Chuuya’s eyes. He truly had made an effort, taken more of an interest in you than anyone ever had your whole life. You pursed your lips, then smiled. “Thank you. The garden is lovely. I like it very much.”

“You do?” Chuuya beamed. “Great!”

You jumped as he threw his arms around you, capturing your lips with his own. You stiffened, pulling away instinctively, but Chuuya’s arms were like a vice, gripping you as tightly as he continued to kiss you in a passionate frenzy. You finally allowed yourself to melt in his arms, eyes fluttering shut as your hands moved to his shoulders of your own accord. When he finally pulled away you blinked, breathless. Chuuya grinned back, equally red-faced.

“I’m glad you like ‘em,” he said.

Your face heated up. “Be careful,” you said weakly, picking at a stray bloom pressed between your bodies. “We’re hurting it.”

“Ah, shit. Sorry.” Chuuya pulled away a little, and you gladly followed suit, pretending to care for the flowers to put some space between you two. Your mind whirled with being with him around him; he was so entirely handsome it was hard to remember at times that he was a demon.

Chuuya, however, leaned forward, cocking his head to peer at your face. “Don’t hide from me,” he said. “They’re still nothing compared to you. You’re the prettiest flower here, [Y/N].”

“Ah.” You lowered your head even more, trying to hide just how flustered you were. “That’s not - you’re too kind. I can’t believe you did all this.”

“Why not? Anything for you.”

“No, I mean - all this.” You waved your arms around. “All this. It’s... very thoughtful.”

Chuuya pouted. “You think I can’t be thoughtful?”

“No, no,” you said quickly. “That’s not what I meant. But... you are a demon, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, so?”

“You don’t-” You tried to pull your foot in your mouth- “act like it.”

To your relief, Chuuya chuckled. “What’s a demon supposed to act like?” he said.” You want me to be all crazy and violent?” He leaned in with a smirk. “Aren’t I wild enough for you?”

You cursed yourself for the erratic pounding of your heart. “I meant, still, demons are supposed to be, you know, demonic and all that.”

“I know.” He sobered up a little, looking somewhat abashed. “I try to hold myself to a higher standard than the others. Some of the other demons can be awful.”

“Will I be safe around them?”

“Like hell am I sharing you with anyone!”

You raised a brow. “So you intend to keep me locked away forever?”

“If I have to,” he said immediately. “I’m not risking anything happening to you.”

Your heart withered a little at this, the reality of your situation rearing its ugly head again. Chuuya seemed to notice your disappointment, for he squeezed your shoulder reassuringly. Don’t worry, [Y/N],” he said. “It won’t come to that, I promise. I know how difficult it is for you right now, but I’ll make sure everything is fine in the end I promise I’ll make things better. You just have to trust me.”

“I just don’t want to live like this,” you whispered, not meeting his gaze. “I can’t live alone.”

“You’re not alone,” he said. “You have me. You’ll always have me. I promise you; things will get better. I’ll make them better. At one time you hated me, right? And now you don’t anymore.”

That much was true enough. You didn’t hate Chuuya anymore. You didn’t love him - you weren’t sure what you felt about him - but your initial resentment had faded.

Maybe, just maybe, there was something there. Like roses blooming in a frozen garden, your love had begun in twisted circumstances, but maybe it could survive.

Maybe, one day, it could even become something real.

[hi65387]

You Are Ours. (Poly! Yandere! Soulmate! BNHA x Female Reader) Bakukiri 1

Y/n was a little shocked to see Red Riot and Ground Zero standing there but it did not change how she ultimately felt on the matter. Red Riot grinned down at her and Ground Zero kept a stoic expression. Y/n shifted uncomfortably. She felt bad for what she was about to do.

The red head speaks first. "I'm Kirishima and this is Bakugou. Would you like to join us for lunch so we can get to know each other? A healthy relationship starts with good communication after all.", he says. Y/n flinches.

"I'm truly sorry but I'm not really the kind of person who does relationships. I'm honestly probably what you describe as aromantic. It means I am not really capable of feeling romantic love.", says Y/n.

Y/n had hoped they would react kindly but that was not the case. Kirishima's smile fell and Bakugou scowled. "What?! Your just making things up. You not even giving us a chance or an actual reason.", said the blonde.

[yandere-kokeshi]

Yandere Izuku and Kirishima with male darling who has a reptile quirk

Warnings: yandere behavior, brief talk about ruts and sex and stockholm syndrome.

A/N: this was requested but this person got deactivated. Hope you enjoy :]

Deku / Izuku Midoriya:

Midoryia loves your quirk. He honestly thinks it’s so cool and asks a bunch of questions regarding your behavior; such as if you have a special diet, how you do in the winter, do you shed or have allergies to certain foods, what soap works for your sensitive skin, etc.

While he has notes upon notes about your quirk and preferred things, you always find ways to surprise him, especially with your hissing and sharp fangs. He finds them very pretty whenever you smile.

He’s more aware of your tail, considering that he may trip on it or accidentally step on it. He may unintentionally play with it during cuddling sessions, massaging the scales and making sure to be gentle as he feels it curl around him; it never fails to make him happy.

Izuku has a bunch of questions, especially about your habits and how you do things in certain seasons. He’s pretty straightforward and asks if you go into ruts or shed regularly. At best, he might come home with a bunch of raw meat or food palates. While his main thing is to never insult you, he may do dumb things because of the internet.

He loves to massage your body, especially with the places that have scales that blend into your skin. He loves how different they are from his scarred skin, always rubbing his face and trying to kiss them.

Izuku is pretty adamant about helping you during your shedding. Every time it rolls around, Midoryia makes sure to get a bath ready for you every day, carefully placing you in the water as he gently scrubs your scales to loosen the skin. He also orders a bunch of soaps that are non-scented and easy to work with.

It's expected that in the winter or harsh temperatures, you might have a harder time and may feel fatigued or get colder easier, resulting in you bundling all the blankets on the bed for warmth. With this said, Izuku is more than happy to cuddle you under the blankets, not minding one bit if you attach to him like a leech for warmth.

He also makes sure to remind you to wear the appropriate clothes during the colder days; specifically buying you clothes that fit to your taste. And he will have it personally made, going as far to get you spicy outfits or cut a hole in the back of the outfits so your tail can fit comfortably.

Red Riot / Ejiro Kirishima:

Ejiro finds your quirk pretty interesting and neat. He never fails to compliment you every morning and minute of the day; often kissing your scales while giggling at your smile.

Much like Izuku, he's pretty adamant about asking questions about your quirk and preferred things – sometimes going as far as asking personal questions. While he means no harm, he wants to know everything and how to help in case of... issues

Shedding is an uncomfortable experience. If you wake up with cracked and irritated skin, Kirishima tries to help by sitting outside the tub with you in it while praising you; making sure to touch your tail and scales with such gentleness despite his size and strength.

With Summer and Winter being harsh, Kirishima often moisturizes your scales, promising to wrap you up in a blanket to make sure you stay warm.

Kirishima is known for being extra cuddly, especially after sex. And with your differences in body temperatures, he loves clinging onto you as his hands caress your scales, pulling you closer to his chest as he preps your face with many kisses and fake nibbles.

Your tail is like a plushie to him. Regardless of the time or place, even if it's public eyes, Kirishima is always grabbing it and rubbing his fingers along your bumpy surfaces as Denki does to Ojiro. It's much of a stress toy with him and regarding that, it's likely made of muscle, he sometimes likes to try to take bites of it to see your reactions.

With your sharp fangs and nails, he would love for you to bite him or mark him in some way. Glady showing off the scars to others. He gets excited when he sees them and will 100% ask you to mark him as he’d love to do the same back to you.

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[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE EIJIROU KIRISHIMA HEADCANONS

He's wacky and cray-cray (not to mention kinda has a rock for a brain and is possessive ASF) and tries EVERYTHING to make you smile and be happy. He'd be sad when you're sad and cries when you do. It honestly breaks his heart to see you cry since he'll remember his depressing past and he'll try his best to put a smile on your face again 

On a scale from 1-10, I'd rate him a 0.5 since there is no WAY daddy shark would hurt his precious pebble, but if you drive him over the edge, he might 'accidentally' use his quirk on you and let his waterworks loose by crying and sobbing all over you how sorry he is for hurting you 

He baby proofs the place when he kidnaps you and you won't even see a plastic butter knife out 

When it comes to other people though, I'd rate him a 5/10 since he's Red Riot for F sake! He's viewed to be a chivalrous doofus to the world, a Crimson Riot admirer that too and he has a reputation to maintain, just like Deku, however this boi has a dark sadistic side that you do NOT want to see AT ALL

He might hurt someone really badly but I can't really see him actually killing someone. If they get under his nerves though, well.... Sayonara to them 

He LOVES to dress you up, be it frilly gowns or lacy gowns or an oversized hoodie of his whatever. But he won't make you wear anything that you don't feel comfortable in. He wants you to comfortable around him and his presence and how is he going to make that happen if you're unhappy with what you're wearing? After all, he's a man and he NEEDS to take care of his pebble's needs

He's a restraint yandere. He loves you so much and is so infatuated with you that he NEVER wants to let you go, EVER. He's scared you might leave him so he does the first thing that pops into his head and takes you in his care *Cough, legal kidnapping, cough*

Like all bad guys, he has a partner he works with. And if you guessed that Bakugou is his right hand man, YAY YOU! You win a free cookie...

Kirishima wants to prove to you that he's YOUR hero, your savior. So, he'll order some villains to make you feel as uncomfortable and miserable as possible and suddenly, WHOOSH, he's gonna swoop down and save you asking if you're all right. Yes, don't be surprised if he's in contact with the LOV

He loves to spoil you, HECK, he'll even buy you a large MANSION like from those Disney movies if it'll make you happy and smile since it's obvious that rock boi here is a SUCKER for your dazzling smile. It just makes him see stars :)

He's best described as a puppy always looing for affection from you. If you're reading a book, he'll just place you onto his lap and nuzzle in your neck. If you're playing a game, he'll cuddle you and see how good you are at it. And if you both are watching a movie, he'll hug you and not let go. Basically speaking, he's a cuddle monster. And when you refuse to show him some love and affection, he'll give you the look of a kicked puppy which may tug a few of your heartstrings and finally cave into his desires

If you try escaping or drive him over the edge, he'll just punish you with the restriction of your luxuries and YES, that ALSO includes no doing your favorite thing till you behave like a good girl and earn his trust back (Which won't take less than 5 days btw) He just can't bring himself to hurt you even though Bakugou always tells him to

He's a yandere who's easy to manipulate, like easy peasy lemon squeazy type of easy to manipulate. Want something? It'll be there in no time. He'll give you anything you ask for except for your freedom of course 

When you finally develop Stockholm Syndrome and admit that you finally love him, he'll be over the moon with joy and act like he conquered the world. That cheesy grin of his won't go away for days together. It'll be a win-win for everyone and you can even expect a little gift wrapped neatly for you by a loud explosive hyperactive blonde who's also equally happy for you both 

''Pebble, I love you so much, I would never dream of hurting you. Not even in my worst nightmares...~"

[unpopularbunny]

Heeeeeyyyy been hitting rock bottom, but it still has a bottom 💃

Did my best for yandere kirishima 🗿

You already know what it is: chubby reader, everyone is 18+, lmk if you want a part two, not beta read so pls don’t @ me about mistakes or I’ll throw up and cry. Reblogging makes u sexy and irresistible 👁️ 👄 👁️

Minors stay in the mines pls.

(This lowkey got away from me so readmore.)

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Kirishima never thought he could have a fanclub

He always saw those endeavor fans and groupies as….kinda cringe. The way they’d wear shirts with his face plastered on them and gush and squeal when endeavor would grace them with his presence and do meet and greets. The mere crumb of attention to them and they were stoking endeavors ego like no tomorrow. He was genuinely curious as to why the seasoned hero would give them any form of fuel to keep up ridiculous obsessions.

When he got the confidence to do it, he asked him why he even gave them attention and gratification, he was met with a deep rumbling chuckle.

‘You’re young kid, wait till you get a fanclub.’

He laughed with him, albeit a bit nervously, but doubted he’d ever find the real charm in a fanclub.

That was until he had one of course, all it took was you.

You were the head of his first fanclub, so short and precious in his eyes. You approached him after he’d saved some kids and asked him for an autograph. Your eyes were glittery and face deeply flushed as you held out a framed photo of him shamelessly. It was off putting at first but the way you were borderline cardiac arrest when his fingertips brushed yours. It Made his smile twitch at the corner. He played it cool, asked your name, you sputtered it out and then boldly added that you were the head of the first official red riot fanclub!

He almost choked on the air he was breathing.

Maybe endeavor had a point.

He sought you out first, finding your website and reaching out to arrange a meet and greet, what kind of pro hero would he be if he didn’t show love to his most loyal fans?

Despite your and embarrassing collection of red riot merchandise (don’t worry! You made sure to hide the body pillow under your bed!!), kirishima found himself on your couch with you firing out meet and greet dates and plans. You chattered so endlessly and freely, injecting facts about him here and there that he didn’t even notice himself (it honestly made him feel so….exposed and vulnerable.). When it got too late he let himself out but promise you two would come to an agreement of something.

Late night patrol felt longer than usual, he kept thinking about you and all the hard work you put into knowing him, noticing him. He’d never had someone be so….. infatuated. He felt kind of bad, you’d put so much effort into knowing him and yet….all he knew of you was your name and main interest: Him.

It was so rude of him, he had to make an effort!

So in an attempt to match your enthusiasm, he did a little….harmless recon.

For the next two weeks every spare moment was spent watching and noting when you left, where you went, your job, your friends, and when you went to bed. It wasn’t weird!!! The way you’d draw your curtains before going to shower and open them back up after you’d finished. He saw almost every expression you could make; the joy of scoring an ultra rare edition red riot figure, the anger of losing a betting war on eBay, the way you’d stomp your way home after a long horrible day at work, and even the way you’d cry at a sad movie. Your laugh was getting to be intoxicating and don’t think he missed the times when you’d cuddle up nice and tight to that body pillow. Where the hell did you even get that?

He had to know more about you-

Not in a weird way! He just wanted to be kind to his number one fan! You worked so very hard for him and he took it to heart, there wasn’t anything wrong with giving you a little….special attention.

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The first meet and greet went well! His fans were just as energetic as you and he genuinely enjoyed it. His fans weren’t like you though, they were nice of course, but they didn’t seem to pay attention to detail like you did. He shook hands, signed so many things his hand cramped and would every so often glance at you handing out free drinks and snacks. You looked so good in red, his red. You were dressed casually, a red riot shirt and some jeans. Like you were publicly claiming to belong to him.

He busied his mind with his fans and before long it was over and he had stayed to help clean, what hero wouldn’t? It was baffling the way you noticed all his little personality quirks and twitches but couldn’t notice when he was standing close enough to smell your sweet perfume.

You kept rambling off about how well he did in capturing the villain in last nights news, he was amazed at how you spoke so fast without tripping over words when he was around. At the small comment that he was proud of your improvement, your bashful reaction wasn’t missed on him. The way you were speechless for a moment, how you licked your lips and did everything possible to look anywhere that wasn’t him. Rambling about the work you’ve been putting in to be more worthy of being in the presence of red riot-

“Kirishima eijirou” he corrected.

“Huh?”

“You can call me by my name you know! We’re friends after all!” This only set your nerves more on fire.

“Okay….uh….Kiri-Kirishima” Your voice was so quiet, as if you felt like you were telling a secret. He took notice of this, how you seemed more….reserved? Bashful? He had to pull more from you.

It was brief but he reached for the same empty cup you did and let his fingertips brush along your hand, you snatched it back as if he’d burned you and apologized profusely. Almost as if you were….afraid? Not of him, of course not. This wasn’t fear…..what was this? Flushed face and nervous smile as you chattered away to drive attention away from the newfound contact.

He hadn’t seen this reaction before.

He liked this reaction….to him it was….borderline erotic.

He wanted to see much more.

You were too busy avoiding his face to notice the look he was giving you. His eyes were clouded and unwavering, boring into you in an unnerving manner. There was an odd feeling in his stomach that climbed to his chest and threatened to come out of his mouth as if he were throwing up. Kirishima almost reached for you, to do what? He has no fucking clue. He excused himself, saying he was paged by his manager regarding some brand deals. This wasn’t a complete lie, he did get the page, about two hours ago. Your smile was kind as you waved him off and said you could manage the cleaning by yourself. He had to get away from you. You were suffocating him.

Your voice, your smile, especially the way you acted around him. How desperate you seemed for his approval and praise. You worked so hard to impress him time and time again. It was all he could think about. It made his heart beat thump so loudly in his ears.

He ducked into the closest bathroom and did something so foul and shameless. He locked himself in the stall furthest from the door, muttering incoherent things under his breath. His shirt was pulled up an held there by his teeth while his hands undid his pants, his hands were sloppy and after two failed attempts he growled and yanked until the button snapped and fall somewhere he didn’t care for. He braced one hand on the wall next to him and the other to jerk himself off. He was thinking of the smile on your face, the bounce in your walk- fuck- the way you bounced when you had a good day- you, bouncing. He wanted to see you bouncing in his lap.

Or maybe underneath him, he could even fuck you on-top of your precious red riot body pillow. He wanted to trap you somewhere dark where no one could see the things he’d do to you, how deep he’d try to get himself inside of you. It would be too easy to have you all to himself whenever he wanted, his own personal fan that he could pump love into whenever you begged for it. He was trying so hard to keep his noises to his self, muffled whimpers and groans. Tears were brimming his eyes from overbearing stimulation but he couldn’t stop now, not like this, his mind was rushing.

You were his precious fan, a girl so blindly devoted to him without question. Sure, girls had confessed to him before and even slept with him, but it never lasted long and the more they found out about him the quicker they seemed to leave. Calling him immature and childish. But you. You knew endless things about him and still had the audacity to open those cute lips of yours and ask him questions while fluttering your eyelashes at him. He wants to know if you’d say his name if he had you helplessly pinned underneath him, if you could still list off his accomplishments while bouncing in his lap. He wanted to pinch and grope every part of your soft supple body he could get his hands on, he wanted to bite and suck on you in ways he could be arrested for just to see you cry or make a mess of yourself just for him-

His legs shook as he came, he was doing his best not to pse right then and there as he came down from the rush of adrenaline. What the fuck was his problem? What had he just done? He’d hardly ever touched you and here he was like some deranged pervert, hunched over in a public bathroom with his shirt in his mouth fisting his cock to the mere thought of something that would never happen. The shame set in and he wanted to apologize to you but how the fuck could he even do that? ‘My bad, I jerked it in the bathroom to the though of your body that I’ve hardly ever seen before.’ ??? Then again, what harm could it really do? If you were such a devoted fan as you claimed, you wouldn’t think he was disgusting and weird. You’d embrace it and welcome him. You had to and he would make sure-

Kirishima jumped when his phone buzzed in his pocket, it was texts and missed calls from his manager. He cursed and called his manager back post haste. He did his best to clean up whatever mess he left while his manager chewed his ear out for ignoring him. It was all in one ear out the other as kirishima dumbly apologized inbetween rants. He was only partially listening, he was back to reflecting on you, he realized something.

He had no idea what your quirk was.

In all the days and hours he spent doing his ‘innocent’ recon, he’d never once seen you use or do anything that would indicate what your quirk would be. He didn’t want to outright ask you, that would be so very rude of him! He’d have to figure it out somehow, mostly so he could know how vulnerable you really were-Not that he was planning to do anything to you, nothing bad of course.

He just wanted to know more about you.

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Around the corner from the bathroom that kirishima had just exited, you stood with your hands clasped so tightly around your mouth and nose you were suffocating yourself. Your eyes were wide and you had no idea what the fuck you’d just heard. You were leaving the conference room to find more cleaning spray when you’d heard something…..something you don’t think you were supposed to hear.

You weren’t a hero because 1. You never wanted to be and 2. You didn’t think ‘super hearing’ had an actual use in the hero field other than espionage. It took you years to learn how to ‘tone the noise down’ to manageable levels that didn’t give you ample opportunity to listen to others conversations. You could still let go of the hold you had on it to let yourself relax, mostly when you were alone.

Like when kirishima left.

As soon as you were in the hall and rounded the corner you could hear something….lewd. Panting, wet noises, muffled moans, ect… It wasn’t like you’d never…seen porn. You knew sex noises when you heard them. You were frozen where you stood, to your left was the door to the mens bathroom. There was no way. Who had the audacity to be so vulgar and disgusting in a public setting? You had half a mind to get your phone and alert the authorities. The only thing that held you back was that the voice sounded….familiar. It sounded kind of like-

There was no way-

Absolutely not-

He wouldn’t-

Kirishima was not like that.

He was good, pure, and heroic-

And cumming in a public bathroom stall like a pervert.

You weren’t sure how to feel, honestly, why the fuck was he even doing it???? You listened to him pant and catch his breath and when you heard movement you darted back around the corner you came from. You pressed yourself against the wall and covered your mouth with both hands to stifle any chance he could hear you breathing. He answered a phone call, his manager was mad he ignored his page two hours ago? Didn’t his manager just page him? Why would he lie to you? Your face felt so hot and you were so very, very confused.

After hearing the door open and close, you waited a bit before lowering your hands and taking a deep breath to keep from passing out. You still needed to find that cleaner so you waited a bit longer before trying to go back around the corner, there wasn’t any time to dwell on what you’d just heard, nor was it even your business.

Upon turning the corner you were cut off by him. When you dared look up, you wished you hadn’t. He was still on his phone but the expression on his face was as if he couldn’t hide his joy and glee at seeing you. His smile twitching at the edge and spark in his eye that threatened to incinerate. You took one step back, he took one forward, why did you feel so scared? He was a top ten hero, he was your number 1 hero. He saved countless lives and was a shining beacon of camaraderie and bro-ness! Right now he didn’t resemble anything like a hero.

“My bad man, I gotta go! Something came up, I’ll make it up to you I promise.” He didn’t wait for a response and hung up, how did you not hear him??

“I-I’m so sorry-“

“What are you sorry for sweetheart? Did you do something wrong?” He sounded…threatening, “Did something happen?” He leaned down and was so close.

“No it- it’s just I thought-“

“You thought what?” He was pushing you too say it, to mark you squirm. Your fight or flight was in high gear now and you itched to take off running.

“I thought I had enough c-cleaner but I ran out so I came to get more.” Pleasebuyitpleasebuyitpleasebuyit-

“Ohhh,” He leaned back and you exhaled, “Well let me get outta your way so you can get back to it then” He smiled and you gave a nervous smile back before he left.

Once you were absolutely sure that you were finally alone, you collapsed against the wall and let out a breath you were holding. What even was that? What was with the look on his face? You shook your head and continued on your search for cleaner, you had to keep your mind occupied so you didn't dwell on whatever just happened.

just....what the fuck???

[kaeso4ka]

Optimus is dissecting your human body

Pairing: yandere Optimus Prime x reader

Optimus hovered over the platform, gazing into the painfully familiar human features. You were beautiful. You were perfect, as you always were.

And so was your body, which didn't contain your mind. Ratchet had called it a corpse, but Optimus thought otherwise. No part of you could be dead. No part of you.

That's why he was here. And that's why he lied to you and Ratchet: your organic body wasn't destroyed at all. Optimus didn't want that. Why would he? Why destroy this beauty?

But it was also dangerous and... Not as interesting to leave it in its familiar form. Optimus had long felt the urge to find out exactly what Eve's organic body was hiding inside of her. The Cybertronian could easily expose any part, even the Spark, while humans were beyond his control. And Optimus wanted to. Wanted to know what was inside you. What your soul and body were hiding.

There was no obstacle to that now. The merger would soon take place, but the body...

Optimus transformed the manipulator into a blade. A combat upgrade might not be suitable for operating on organics, but operating on you with something other than your own body Prime considered sacrilege. Oh, no. He must feel. To feel the way his Spark's flesh cut through like a thin layer of metal.

Optimus had purposely sharpened the blade in a way he hadn't sharpened it in the entire war. Optimus thought long and hard about where to begin. Everything drew him in, beckoned to him, and all he could do was blow air through the ventilation systems at high volume.

The blade swept across your forehead, thin drops of blood trickling down, staining the unnaturally pale skin. The scalp came off easily. Optimus watched with interest as the thin layer of red film hid the skull. White against the red.

Prime carefully sliced the scalp off, setting it aside. Thoughtfully examined your head.

The next stage was the eyes: Optimus couldn't afford not to look into them at least once a joor. Therefore, he really wanted to keep it.

The tip of the blade lifting the closed eyelid, digging under the eyeball. It's exquisite workmanship. Optimus never thought he'd do a job like this, but he couldn't let you down and mess it up. So he calculated every move, every gesture.

The first eyeball protruded from the eye socket, and Optimus carefully began to cut away the tendons. Slowly, in no hurry. When the eyeball was finally separated from the body, Optimus held it up to his optics. The brown pupil stared at him silently.

Optimus smiled at your gaze, and then proceeded to the other eye. This one was quicker to do.

Optimus moved a little and pressed on your jaw. Your mouth opened obediently, and the mech immediately hooked your tongue with his fingers. He pulled it back a little, and with a second manipulator he cut off your tongue. Optimus really liked to hear you talk, and to neglect that organ would be... Just awful.

Optimus examined the result he'd gotten. You looked at him with empty eye sockets and the bloody yawn of an empty mouth.

Optimus wanted what was hiding behind your skull. Your brain.

But Optimus was thinking. He so wanted your whole skeleton. In order to do that, it had to be stripped completely of meat, muscle, fat, internal organs. At these thoughts, Optimus' motor sounded louder, more satisfied: the process would be long. Now the blade rested against your sternum. It pressed down, burrowing inward, but without damaging your lungs or ribs.

Optimus moved the arm downward, revealing your chest, abdomen, and pelvic organs. Beautiful. You were as beautiful on the inside as you were on the outside.

A riot of red, burgundy, yellow, and even purple, that's how Optimus saw your inner world. Prime noted with frustration that to get to your lungs and heart, you'd have to break your ribs.

Those hid the things Optimus needed with their whitish cage. But that's okay.

Optimus would rebuild the skeleton afterward.

The sound with which each rib broke, separating from you, Prime could only compare to a prayer. The blade moved with even more care.

Optimus cut through the heart sac, slicing through aortas and tendons, wanting to get to the heart.

Your heart was... Prime, it was what Optimus had spent so long conquering. Prime took a few long brims to look at what once drove blood through your veins, and then brought it up to your dermis, kissing it. A trail of blood was immediately imprinted on the soft metal. But that's okay.

Optimus will lick it off later. Right after he got the lungs. The stomach. Liver. The intestinal tubes. And the uterus and ovaries. And Optimus won't leave anything inside you untouched.

“What the hell are you doing in there!!!” you banged your fist loudly several times against the automatic doors leading to Optimus' compartment. His private compartment, not their shared one. “Ratchet is calling for you. He refuses to take me for a physical on this stupid hull and my Spark without you present.”

Optimus immediately switched gears: contacting your past body was intriguing, but contacting your new hull and asset... It was infinitely times better.

“Give me five minutes, my Spark,” Optimus hurries into the purifier. He doesn't want to wash you off of him at all, but if he doesn't, you yourself... Once again, you'll be afraid. Reject. You won't understand.

Outside the door, you hummed quietly in response. The familiar smell of metal and... Meat? But you immediately dismissed those thoughts.

Where on Cybertron would meat and blood come from?

[loversdelusions]

Hi I love to see what you think Yandere kirishima be like :) Like kirishima would he be the type to kidnapped or is he the type to Just stalks her and collects every information to a wall or something or does he do both ?

⋆✸ Yandere Kirishima: Habits and Rituals ✸⋆

Kirishima - usually - is the ideal partner. He's sweet, loyal, fiercely strong and passionate. He's a great guy. Normally.

When he's infatuated, though, he's not the same person. He's big, towering over you, and makes you tiny by comparison. He enjoyed it, too. Made him feel powerful, how small you were in comparison, and how you'd look under him. He would use this to his advantage, leaning over you and trapping you in his arms, grabbing you and moving you around as he wished, like his little rag doll.

In all honesty in his lovesick state, he's a terror. He's not the type to make a shrine, or place photos around the wall of his room. He has a few treasured photographs of you he keeps with him at all times, to look at, satisfy his pleasures to, and remind himself of his focus.

Kirishima is a giant passive-aggressive bully.

No one understands what you're talking about, the pushing around, the small pinches to your thighs, hands skimming the side of your skin going up and underneath your skirt while you tried to move away without angering him. What could you do about it, anyways? No one believes you anyway. You're talking about Red Riot, he would never do such things. Why are you trying to muddy his name?

It continued to be like that, his subtle touches, sometimes rough and scarring, left behind scratches at times and red sore makes as if to remind you where he's been. He's a jealous guy, though it seems more internal than anything. Unlike Bakugou who will hate everything you touch and will be watching from afar, or Izuku, whose idea of 'take out the garbage is a bit too liberal when it comes to people and objects; Kirishima does not wait away or shy from your attention. He runs head-on and tells everyone that he is in love with you.

The peer pressure will not end. "Give him a chance,"

"Don't break the guy's heart,"

"It's Kirishima, no way you're gonna reject him right? He's been your friend since the beginning of our first year!"

His other stalker behaviour is scrapbooking whatever little polaroids he likes to snap of you, (polaroids on purpose for the aesthetic) as well as whatever remind him of you. A daisy he found, little heart sprinkles he found in the store that made him think of you, whatever little aesthetic things he likes and comforts him as if you were there to do it yourself. He has both sides of cruelty and the gentle-handed approach, and which one he used depends on the impulses he gets the moment you happen to be in his vision.

At times you'd get whiplash by the sudden gentlemanly act he has, holding your stuff for you, getting you little trinkets like a tiny gremlin, cute little animal candles is something he will definitely give you and for no apparent reason. It becomes very apparent he is going through it, his mind is bouncing from wall to wall flipping through moods and behaviours like play cards yet no matter how many times he pulls a card he is always the joker.

He doesn't think it through. When asked, if you turn to him with wide teary eyes and ask him why he was doing this he'd be very confused. He is aware what he's doing is a crime, but it does not particularly register to him that he might be considered a criminal. Unlike the others, whose forms of denial can consist of fake acceptance and/or severe delusion, Kirishima is hurt by the insinuation that he is terrorizing you, and the gaslighting may begin.

Was he that bad? He was so sorry if you felt that way, so upset that he was not being good to you as he wanted, or that he was simply playing, didn't mean to hurt you, and the big wide red eyes turning to you with apologies falling from his lips, but his eyes moving to yours— and if you soften...

Kiss.

He really wants you, no matter what, you know. He'll be the perfect guy, you just gotta accept it, and let him surround you with his love. It really doesn't come to his mind that accepting his love also means accepting his fury.

Kidnapping is not exactly his style. He'd much rather pressure you into his arms, it makes it easier to convince himself it was you who'd accepted him without his interference. He finds it much more pleasurable when he can shower you with love and attention in front of others in favour of accosting you at later times. The secrecy, the lying and toying with the public images of both of you makes him high with the power, all the subtlety it takes when he was considered too airheaded to do all those things boosts his self-image to a level unwarranted. Which is why he has no problem knowing you'll be his.

You can't out-manoeuvre him. But you're lucky he loves you, and you should care about remaining in his good graces otherwise his teasing smiles and cocky grins will turn into cruel smirks and sadistic touches.

Don't test him. You won't like the hardened shell he'll erect to push your limits.