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omggGAnajhabbHgBab THAT OMEGA KIRISHIMA PIECE IS JUST 😭😭🥰😔🥺😭🤩🥵 I LOVE

Omg! Thanks dude! I thought people wouldn’t appreciate me being a filthy gremlin online lol

[yandere-oppai]

My Omega

Yandere! Omega! Kirishima x Reader

Forced Partnership (pt.2)

Words:1900

Warnings: Mentions of non-cons

Note: Not beta-read

The calm before the storm. Next chapter is all yandere behavior

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The week of the incident was the first rut you’d experienced while off of strong medication. At that point, you knew everyone on the girl’s floor of your dorm knew what you are (and then passed it on to the rest of your class). A filthy mongrel who was dangerous to be around. You didn’t need them to say this. When you walked back into class on the first day you knew your thoughts to be true. Wherever you went, your class quieted. Like your presence sucked all of the fun out of the room. They felt as though they had to stay on edge. And maybe they had the right to be.

“(L/n)-san?” your head shot up from your desk. The week of silence had made it so that you thirsted after any type of attention. 

“O-oh, yes? That’s me!” You stuttered and made your way over to the girl in the doorway of the classroom. 

“Some guys are looking for you. They’re in the courtyard,” she said before taking off. Well, that was incredibly vague. But at this point, it beat eating lunch alone in an empty classroom. 

You made your way outside the school building and to the back courtyard. Sure enough, as you rounded the corner, there were two people there. But when you looked at the style and color of one of the pair’s hair, you quickly tried to hide back behind the corner. But it was too late, you were spotted. 

“Oi! I saw you! Get your ass back here!” A scream sounded from around the corner. You sheepishly stepped out from around the corner and made your way over to the two. As you got closer a realization hit you.

“Hey, you’re the explosion kid from the sports festival,” you couldn’t help but say. He let out a hissy ‘tch’ which took you aback. It wasn’t like you said anything wrong. 

“Oh sure you recognize me, but not the one you forcefully claimed,” he said pulling the second boy from behind his back. Making his face flush in embarrassment. 

“H-hello I’m Kir-” You didn’t let him finish.

“I’m sorry! I took advantage of you in an altered state and shouldn’t have done so! I hope you can forgive me and we can move on!” You yelled with a bowed head. This outburst took both of them by surprise and made them pause.

“Y-you...YOU IDIOT!” Came the blonde’s yell followed by him bashing you on the back of the head. You doubled over, clutching the back of your head as you looked back up at the two. “You call that taking responsibility for what you’ve done?! Just leaving a newly claimed omega unprotected and unscented?! Do you even have a brain in there?!”

“W-What?” You questioned. He took his friend by the upper arm and shoved him towards your figure. 

“This is Kirishima, he’s your mate now. Take responsibility and keep the other annoying alphas away from him. If you don’t, I’m not afraid to harm an extra,” he threatened before leaving you and Kirishima behind.

His face was still bright red. And when you looked up at him in a questioning manner he just let out a nervous chuckle and pointed after his friend.

“That was Bakugo.”

At first, it was a little unsettling to have an omega waiting for you before and after class to walk with you to wherever you needed to go. And it was more strange for you to awkwardly comply with his requests of waiting after school for his hero courses to end. His reasoning was that the two of you could use the bonding time. Because, as he put it, the two of you would be spending so much time together. At least until the mark wore off.

From what you learned, a newly marked mate emitted a strong fragrant scent. Possibly attracting nearby alphas. The only way to dull the smell is for an alpha to have their scent cover it up. Leading to you agreeing to be his temporary mate. The guilt would eat at you if you left him defenseless to another alphas pheromones. Quirks wouldn’t help at that point. 

So, casual hangouts turned into forming a bit of a fondness for the boy. Less in a romantic way and more in a close friend kind of way. And his friends seemed to adopt you into their group as well. While eating lunch you were able to goof and joke around with the Baku-squad like you’d known them for ages. When none of you had classes or training, you’d stop by their dorm to hang out and watch a movie or two. It was fun if you took away the reason why you were so keen on being with the group. Since your last rut, your class had practically disregarded you as existing. The class had practically shunned you so even working with someone on group projects seemed like pulling teeth. It was only about two months later that you got a reason why. 

Ectoplasm-sensei had asked you and another girl to put back some study material in one of the storage rooms. She seemed to be keeping her distance, which ticked you off. After all this time of being classmates, you’d think they all know how non-violent you were. When something had been tipping off the top shelf. Almost falling on her, you reached over her head to stop it from cracking her skull. But all she did was flinch and tell you to get away from her. At that point, you snapped. 

“If you would take your head out of your ass, you’d know I was trying to help you!” Your voice rose. He flinched at your tone but returned your glare.

“Well, maybe I don’t want your kind of help,” she shot back. There was so much venom in her voice that you thought she was going to bite at any moment. 

“What do you mean my kind of help?” you replied, edge not hidden in your voice.

“You know what I mean. The ‘help’ of a filthy alpha,” your eyes widened. “Don’t look at me like that. I know how you all think. The easiest way to solve a problem is to claim whatever you want and disregard others’ opinions. Yeah, I heard about what you did to Kirishima. How you forced yourself on him. I thought you were better than that (y/n). I really did.”

Your lip quivered as you thought of how to reply. But you couldn’t refute what she said. You knew what she said was true, but it still stung. 

“I didn’t ask to be born like this!” You yelled and took off out of the hall.

When you made it back to your dorm you locked yourself in your room. Then shot a quick text to Kirishima saying you won’t be able to hang with him this weekend like you’d both planned. You then tossed the phone on your desk and nuzzled into the thick blankets on your bed. When you started crying you couldn’t stop. The guilt that you felt the day you claimed Kirishima came back tenfold. Leading you to have the same passing thoughts you’d had since childhood.    

‘Alphas give omegas no choice. I gave Kirishima no choice. I forced myself onto him and made him cling to me. I’m the villain. I’m useless. I bring nothing to this world. It would’ve been better if I just never existed.’

It felt like you only blinked before you were awakened to quick sharp knocks were sounding at your door. Your head was fogged as you made your way over to the door. When you opened it you were immediately smothered in a hug. You sobered up quickly and struggled for a second before recognizing the familiar vanilla scent. Weaker than the first time you met him. The mark must be fading. He finally pulled away and shocked you up and down with an agitated look. 

“Are you crazy!? You tell me out of the blue that we’re not meeting after school and proceed to ignore my calls and texts. What happened??” He said as he nudged the door closed. 

“It’s nothing. How did you get here, I thought sneaking out was against the rules?” You asked.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. I’m your mate. I know you best,” he ignored your question. “I want to know what made you cry. Your eyes look raw and red. Please tell me.”

His voice was quiet now. Soft and comforting. Which made you realise just how much you bonded with him. You took him by the hand and sat him down on your bed. You let the silence overtake both of you. He let you take your time getting on with explaining. 

“I-” you started. “I’m not a burden to you right?” your voice quivered. Kirishima looked shocked. Like he’d just been shot. 

“What?! No! Who made you think like that?” He questioned frantically. This made you chuckle sadly. 

“No one did Kiri. I’ve always had these thoughts. Since I was young I knew that alphas and omegas are two different beings. One with more manipulation power compared to the other. So, when I marked you, while you were in heat. I was taking away your chance to choose a partner for yourself,” you started to tear up again. “And I lost control. I could’ve heart you.”

You were bawling again. Violent sobs wracking your body. Kirishima immediately took you into his arms and held you close. Allowing you to get his shirt soggy. He let you cry while he stroked your back. His comforting was nice, it made you stop sooner than expected. When the cries turned to hiccups he began to speak. 

“You were never manipulating me (y/n), in fact I was happy you were the one to find me in the nurse’s office,” you paused for a moment. “Before that, I had a huge crush on you. During the sports festival, I noticed you manning one of the booths after my match against Bakugo. One of the kids there had lost your mom and you gave him a free scoop of ice cream to cheer him up. It was sweet how you even told him cheezy jokes so that he’d stop crying and would instead be weirded out by you. It made me laugh. And when you used your quark to stretch your neck over the crowd to find his parents? It was the manliest thing I’d seen that day. Even with the quirks, I’d seen that day. So I guess subconsciously that day in Recovery Girl’s office, I knew you were the best choice to help me. So I didn’t fight as hard against my urges as I could’ve. If anything, I’m the one in the wrong,” He finished. 

You sat there for a moment, taking in what you said. You were partially his choice. You weren’t completely in the wrong. You both had a hand in the claiming of Kirishima. Both of you participating in a claim. Just as relationships should be. You were yet again overcome with emotion. But happier ones. After all, a huge weight was lifted off your shoulders. You both sat clutching at each other. You now mumbling small ‘thank yous’ and him with a smile on his face. Maybe being an alpha wasn’t so bad. Maybe all of them weren’t bad. Maybe you weren’t bad.

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My Alpha

Yandere! Omega! Kirishima x Reader

Forced Partnership (pt.1)

Words: 1700+

Warnings: Nsfw, mentions of non-con

Note: Note beta-read

The second part will be posted tomorrow. 

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The social structures that came with a world of alpha, omegas, and betas were (in your opinion) complete bullshit. The idea of an alpha forcefully claiming an omega, and the omega preceding to “love” the fucker because of genetics? That’s just Stockholm syndrome with extra steps. It made you have a severe admiration for betas. They didn’t have to deal with their natural instinct. They could live normally. 

Though, you have to credit your mother for giving you this complex. Before your second sex characteristics came in, she assumed you’d be an omega. Afterall, Alphas, in general, were rare, and on her family’s side, there were no betas. She’d fill your head with how someday you’ll find an alpha to take care of you. Like that was every omega’s dream. You’d hear her go on about how your father was a strong alpha who was a godsend. Who chose her to carry his genes. And you believed her for a while. When you would ask her where he was, she’d look at you and say...

“He’ll be back for us soon”

It was when your beta godmothers (mom’s high school friends) visited did you realize just how cruel the world was. Mom had left you in their care while she went to buy snacks for the guests.  Your room’s vent carried sound. From the living room, you could hear their hushed whispers carry over. You couldn’t help but listen.

“She still hasn’t given up on finding him.”

“She can’t help it, it’s in her DNA. You know how omegas are. Loyal to their alpha.”

There was a pause, you assume they were thinking again. Probably sad thoughts. 

“But he’s not her alpha. It was rape, and nothing close to a consensual. It’s not fair…”

“Nothing in life is fair. Not all humans are created equal.”

Your seven-year-old mind couldn’t wrap your head around what they were saying. Rape? Non-consensual? Who were they talking about? Your mind ran wild. But by the tone of their normally upbeat voices, you knew what they were saying wasn’t a happy subject. And for some reason, it stuck in your head. And as you further aged (you weren’t sure when) you began to understand what they were talking about. That’s when you realized how evil alphas were and how vulnerable omegas are. You hoped and prayed that you’d end up as a beta. 

It was during your second year of middle school that your symptoms kicked in. You’d always been an athletic kid who enjoyed playing to the fullest. So after gym class, while you were changing with the other girls, you didn’t think much of your skin growing hot. Thinking that a broken ac was the cause.

“Hey, is anyone else hot. I think the a/c might need fixing!” you joke but didn’t receive a response. 

When you turned around you were greeted by some of your peer’s faces turned beet red. Those that had already gone through the change. It took one of your close friends coming up to you and stuttering out that you were going through a rut, that you finally understood. You quickly threw on the rest of your clothing and ran to the nurse’s office in tears. You’d become one of the things you hated most. 

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“Where are you headed (L/n)-san?” Came the voice of one of the business course girls. You smiled and waved your hand.

“I just have to visit recovery girl before lunch. I think I might’ve pulled something earlier this morning,” you explained. The girls wished you luck on your way and you took off.

You’d never tell them the truth though. You kept a consistent schedule in when to take your represent medication. If you ever felt like a rut was coming on you’d rush to recovery girl to get the stronger medication. Today, you were 100% going through a rut. The pills you’d taken in the morning and during class could only do so much. It hid your scent and took away your symptoms, though only for about half an hour. They were the only ones you could get over the counter. The stronger stuff had to be sent in by parents and held in the nurse’s office. Taking too many could harm the individual. 

“Recovery girl? Are you in?” You called and made your way into the sweet-smelling room. She might’ve replaced the flowers she was using. Or tried out the aromatherapy you’d recommended for students. “Guess she’s not in right now?”

There was no little old lady to be found in the room. So you sat on the bed next to its twin, covered by the surrounding curtains. Some poor soul probably didn’t want to be disturbed. You sat for a bit, just enjoying the smell of what you assumed was honeysuckle and vanilla. That is until a pained groan game from the other side of the curtain. You ignored it at first, but another louder blanch made your worry grow.

“You okay over there?” You called. Only to receive a whimper in response. The noise for some reason made you incredibly unhappy. Almost like your stomach dropped in an instant. You stood up and began to open the thick curtain. “Hey, hope you don’t mind but I-”

The pleasant smell of the office finally made sense. Especially with the source of it staring directly at you with half-lidded eyes. His red hair coming undone from its paralyzed style. Skin slick with perspiration and tears. All coming together with his flush skin to give him even more of a sickly look. You knew what was happening, he’s an omega. An omega in heat at that. Another whimper from him broke you out of your frozen state and sent a quiver to your core. This wasn’t good, your pills were wearing off. And the redhead could tell by how your scent was responding to his. To hell with waiting for recovery girl, you would rather make a B-line for the dorm and suffer through the rut before you’d force yourself on someone. When you took an unstable step back the male’s eyes widen and he tries to sit up. 

“Alpha…” came his gruff voices, clearly exhausted from his heat. Again, the heat between your legs persisted. 

“Omega,” you responded almost automatically. Yet again one of the reasons why you hated biology.

 He gave you a smile and continued to stand up on unstable legs. You really wanted to run but your hormones were in overdrive. You didn’t want to stay but your legs were rooted to the floor a few feet from this guy. You tried your hardest to at most stand your ground and do nothing. Better than doing something you’ll regret. But when he stumbled you couldn’t help but catch him and give him some support. Again with the big grin.

“Alpha,” he once again mumbled. But this time he took advantage of the situation and nuzzled his head into your scent gland. You gulped, you needed to end this before things escalated. His growing smell was starting to affect you. 

“H-hey, wait,” you stepped back but kept your harms on his biceps to keep him up. He let out a whine at the lost contact. “Y-you don’t want this. And I’m not l-looking for an omega. So if you could jus-” you were taken aback when he suddenly launched himself hat you. Knocking the both of you back onto the bed you’d been sitting on earlier. 

His lips were on yours in an instant. Moving his mouth to an out of tune and sloppy rhythm. His teeth pricked at your lips in a plea for entrance. You wanted to shut him out, you really wanted to. But in an instant of weakness and hormone-filled lust...you parted your lips. In an instant, those desperate closed-mouthed kisses turned into a heated mutual passion.

Your tongue taking control in an instant. Exploring his mouth in a more aggressive way than he did. Teeth against teeth and bruised lips were all that could describe the moment. And when you felt a hardened length furiously run itself back and forth against your clothed nether region, you lost all semblance of control. You let out a guttural groan and grabbed the omega by the neck, pulling him away from your lips. His scrunched up eyebrows didn’t last long before you had flipped the two of you so that you were on top. 

As all alphas should be 

He let out happy mewls as you began to pepper his neck with love bites and rough kisses. Never biting hard enough to count as a mating mark. But with his hands curled up in your hair, trying to direct your mouth to his scent gland, it was hard to resist. 

“Alpha, my alpha…” He chanted like some kind of prayer. Which only egged you on. 

His gyrations picked up speed at one point, his hips finally finding their rhythm. The smell of slick and his vanilla scent were all that your senses could focus on. Making your head feel light and hazy. Like there was no better place to be but here. You continued to mark any exposed skin you could on his neck, leaving no territory left unconquered. And him doing the same for you. When you felt his whole body lock up and his eyes almost roll to the back of his head, you couldn’t help instinct. 

You bit down as hard as you could onto his neck. You were latched onto his scent gland as he rode out his orgasm. The poor boy got off just by dry humping you. How sweet. 

“Yours, I’m yours. Your omega. Your mate. My alpha! Mine,” he spoke in broken sentences. His focus completely lost in lust. 

The door to the nurse’s office opening is what prompted you to detach yourself from the now messy boy. His face and hair now matching one another. It was only then that you realized what you’d done. 

You jumped up and ran out of the office past recovery girl. You were in tears and completely ignored the sound of the boy you left on the bed. Still calling for his supposed alpha. 

I’m a fucking monster

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The little gremlin from my latest Fic.

Name: Anton

Height: 5′11

Yandere Type: Clingy

Traits:

-Will blame everyone except himself for mistakes

-Stays at home living off parents paychecks

-Throws tantrums if things don’t go his way 

-Will resort to violence if speaking doesn’t work

-Little gremlin boy won’t clean himself if he’s not told to

-Mom coddled him too much so now he’s pretty much draining the life out of whoever he’s dating. 

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What A Sad Child

Yandere! Oc x Reader

Word count:  1,579

Note: Not Beta-Read

I normally write for original characters when I want to practice shortening my stories.

You opened the door to your shared apartment and was met with the stench of what you could closely relate to a boy’s locker room. One that was occupied by the participants of a winning game. Sweaty and pungent. You placed your belongings in their proper areas after locking the door. The living room was a mess, as it usually is after one of your long shifts. You grabbed a nearby basket and began picking up the clothes thrown around the room. As you passed by one of the nearby windows you quietly opened it to air out the room. The next item of clothing you came across was a sock that was crusted stiff. You cringed before picking up the object by its corner and throwing it into the basket. You moved on to cleaning up the empty cup ramen containers and soda bottles that were left on the coffee table. 

Vacuuming and a good wipe down of the kitchen could wait till tomorrow. Right now all you wanted was a showing and to sleep. A 15-hour shift as a nursing aid did nothing for your aching back. You made your way to the bedroom and noticed another, stronger, musky scent coming from the area. When you opened the door the smell hit you full-on, causing you to gag slightly. When you opened the window to its fullest, shifting on the bed caught your attention.

“(Y/N)???” Came his tired voice. He sat up in bed, his light brown hair still messy but had an oily shine. His skin taking on the same look. The smell was coming from him.

“Anton, how long have you been in bed? You look like a mess and stink,” you said as you looked through your dresser for a change of clothes. “I have to wash the bedsheets now too.”

“I was waiting for you to come home. Why didn’t you stop by during one of your breaks?” He pouted, now standing behind you. You rolled your eyes at his antics.

“I keep telling you, you don’t need me here to bathe you. You can do that on your own. Plus the nursing home is 15 minutes away, taking a good chunk of my half-hour lunch away. That’s just a waste of gas,” you say. He follows you into the bathroom and removes his only item of clothing, his boxers. He’s grown too used to this.

“But I love you,” He grinned. More like loved the fact that you take care of him. 

The shower consists of him standing in the mainstream of hot water with you getting little slivers of that warmth. Always you washing and shampooing him, but never the same in exchange. Always you cradling him. You always forget work was stressful, but this life was painful. That’s why you tried your best to stay away. Take on as many hours as you could.

Soon as the shower ended, you got the both of you ready for bed. Applying lotions and skincare to his damaged, speckled skin. Then blowdrying his hair. You simply threw on a long t-shirt. After changing the sheets you practically jumped into bed. A night of dreamless sleep is what you were hoping for. The arms that encircled your body and pulled you into an unwelcome warm reminded you that sleep was an escape. 

“It’s cold mommy,” he mumbled into your neck before falling asleep. This was life.

Nights later, after staying home for your day off, things came to a head. 

“Where are you going?” Came a quiet voice from the couch. Anton had been napping there for most of the day. Only getting up of his bath and meals. 

You had been dressed in casual dark jeans and a bright blue button-up blouse. You sliding on your flats is what seemed to be what woke him. Your hair was different, nicer than usual. Nothing like you’d wear to work.

“I told you a week ago. One of my friends invited me to drinks. I’m about to head out,” you explained. You made your way over to the coffee table to grab the keys off of them when his hand shot out and stole them. “Anton!”

“I don’t want to go. Your days off should be with me. They don’t need you there,” he grumbles, sitting on the keys. You crossed your arms and looked at him.

“And you need me here? Anton, I haven’t seen any of them in a good month. Anytime I’m not at work, I’m here. Practically being a nanny to you!” You raised your voice a little as you tried to push him over a little. 

“You do not! You’re here because that’s what couples are supposed to do. You’re supposed to show me that you love me. I can’t help that I need a little more help than others. You said you loved me for who I am!” He whined and shoved you back slightly. You were starting to get frustrated.

“That has nothing to do with the situation right now. I just want to leave. Now, get off the keys. You’re acting like a brat,” you said through gritted teeth. His antics are starting to get to you. The unsatisfactory relationship you’re in, finally getting to you. 

“No! You just want to leave me. You...You hate me don’t you?!” He yelled. Causing you to be taken aback. 

“Anton calm d-” 

“You hate me! You hate me! You hate me!” He continued to yell.

“You know that’s not true, you-” You were cut off yet again.

“Yes, you do! You keep leaving me when you don’t have to! You want to leave and never come back! Cause you’re selfish. You know my family could take care of us financially, yet you still leave. Going to that shitty job, just so you can leave me! All because you’re SELFISH!” he bellowed. 

That word, that single was the straw that broke the camel’s back. YOU were the selfish one? The one who put this man on a pedestal? The one who sacrificed so much, just so this man wouldn’t frown? The one who wanted financial independence from his parents so as to not be a burden? No, no, no. You must’ve heard him wrong.

“Did...Did you just call me selfish?” You pointed at yourself. Your voice had gotten quiet at this point. A little lower than your normal speaking tone. 

“Yes. I. Did. Because that’s what you are!” He nodded his head to reaffirm himself. You took a few deep breaths. But nothing could soothe your growing nerves. 

“You’re calling me selfish? When I didn’t even want to be in this relationship. You know, back in high school when you asked me out I didn’t want to say yes. But I felt bad. And when I wanted to break up after graduation? I wanted to fucking leave you as soon as possible. You were just as clingy but emotionally detached as you are now. I’m more unhappy now than I was back then,” A tear slid down your cheek as you let out a hiccup. “You just had to go and threaten me with suicide to get me to come back. Even while knowing how that affected me. You still did that. You brought me back to the worst relationship of my life. And you sit there, putting on a hissy fit because I just want to actually feel like I’m alive. Yet you call me...selfish?”

At this point he was quiet. His glare was now gone. Relaced with a wide-eyed mouth agape with shock, type of expression. Like he didn’t know he’d found all of this out just now. Like you both didn’t know the relationship was already over. You still had one more thing to say though. 

“You know what, keep the keys. I’ll just call an Uber. I’ll be back for my stuff some other time. Hope you have a good life,” you began making your way to the door. 

Anton finally snapped out of it and followed you like a lost puppy, calling your name. He was sobbing now. You weren’t even crying as violently as him. His wails made it sound as if he was in intense physical pain. Like he was being stabbed. You were opening the coat closet when he said something that made you pause for a moment.

“I’ll actually do it this time! I’ll kill myself! If you walk out I’ll slit my wrists in the bathtub and you’ll never hear from me again! It’ll all be your fault!” He yelled as a last-ditch effort. You still didn’t look at him.

“I’m not falling for that again,” you said. Though you will be calling emergency services as soon as you were safe in the elevator. 

He ran off back in the living room. As you were pulling on your second coat sleeve on a quick piercing bash was inflicted on the back of your skull. You were stunned for a moment and reach for the back of your head. After pulling your hand back, you recognized the red crimson that stained your fingers as being blood. It was like watching a movie in slow motion. Looking up at Anton as he breathed quick angry breaths. With tears in his eyes and snot dripping out his nose. As he brought the steel vase down on your head once more you couldn’t help but think…

‘What a sad, sad child”

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Not a Kid (pt.1)

Fandom: Young Justice: Outsiders

Relationship: Yandere! Brion x Fem! Reader

Summary: Brion is coming to terms with being in a new place with new people. He may try and take the reader's help as something more.

Word Count:  2208

Note: Not Beta Read

God I love young Justice

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You’d been an official-unofficial member of the Justice league Covert Ops Unit (JLCOU) since it was first established. You were around the age of thirteen when you’d accidentally stumbled upon the fact that “Megan” was actually M’gann. You’d simply saw her shapeshift into her classic green skin while she was rushing out of the school. Chances are, to go on a sudden mission that needed taken care of.

That’d taken away a lot of the awkwardness and tension new teenage friendships have and brought you two closer. Since then it was normal for you to pop up at whatever base they were stationed at and just chill with whoever was there. They’d eventually trusted you enough to keep quiet about their hidden activities. And you would never do anything to endanger their trust. Especially not Superboy’s, he kinda scared you when he went into one of his rages. Over the years the team had gone through multiple changes that occurred from both gaining and losing members. You’d always make sure that they knew you were an ally and there if anyone needed a shoulder to cry on. You have this strong theory that your normalness brings some comfort to their abnormal lives.

Even with some years under your belt of dealing with Superpowered teams, you never got to bare witness to any of the members being forcefully brought into the field. It was more so that some tragedy gave them a nudge to pursue crime-fighting. So when Brion, Violet, and forager came into your life it was a no-brainer that you would coddle them. More so Brion because he wasn’t as curious about the world around his considering it wasn’t as “foreign” to him compared to others. He needed a rock to give him an anchor in his time of need. However, it wasn’t an easy time getting him to open up.

“Brion, you didn’t come to dinner so I brought you a plate,” you said stepping out onto the back porch. He was training again, trying to completely control his powers in an accelerated amount of time.

He continued to ignore you. Choosing to focus on the poor tree he’s been targeting for the past hour. You placed the wrapped food onto the outdoor table and sat on the stairs facing the backyard. He fired off a few more inaccurate shots before letting out a frustrated scream. You chuckled a bit at his childish antics.

“You know, Rome wasn’t built in a day. You only got your suit a week ago. Maybe try to pace yourself,” you called out from behind him. He whipped around to glare directly at your form.

“If this is another one of Nightwing’s “patience is virtue” speeches, my head may just split open,” he groaned.

“Maybe those speeches have some weight behind them. You ever think about that?” You asked him is a teasing tone. You earned an angry grunt as he finally chose to fully face you.

“Sure you’d say that! All you do is hang around the heroes! Never actually knowing what it’s like being in the crossfire!” He yelled at you. It didn’t really faze you though. You know that a majority of his anger was coming from teenage angst and a feeling of Monachopsis.

“I think it’s because I “hang out” with my friends, that I know more about the hero lifestyle,” You grinned back at his fuming face.

It took a while to break his hard exterior. It was only after the team’s violent encounter with Lobo that you’d manage to make some ground. He’d been knocked around pretty good compared to the others. So after making sure that Violet was completely healed up, you moved on to him. At first, he refused your help. Stating that he was completely fine. You had to threaten with exemption from the next mission if he didn’t have his wounds looked over. You were BFF’s with the original team. It was common sense that your words held some weight. He huffed and puffed but sat down as you treated his injuries. That same night as you sat applying ointment to his scratches, he couldn’t help but to slightly lean into your touch. Enjoying the small form of comfort. It put you in a good mood for the next week.

From there anytime you stopped at M’gann’s house you check in on the boy. Making sure he was okay and integrating into his new life. Slowly he began to open up to you. Familiarly referring to you and talking to you unprompted. Even coming to you when he was having trouble. When he was frustrated by the fact that no one was telling him anything about his sister or country. Or maybe when he just wanted someone to talk to. You didn’t mind him seeing you as a friend. That’s what made you so approachable. But maybe you should’ve drawn the line out somewhere.

When the team moved in with the rest of the Outsiders your visited had become less frequent with the teens. You felt bad, but with being an adult it couldn’t be helped. Going to M’gann and Superboy’s place had already been out of your way. Traveling to the city to see the kids frequently would just exhaust you further. You didn’t want them to see you with anything less than a smile. So when Doctor Helga asked for someone to stay in the building with the kids for a night, you jumped at the opportunity. After all, it’s been almost a month since you’ve seen them. It was fun spending time with the larger group and seeing Garfield again. So much so that you involuntarily took time away from Brion.

He stared, trying to hide the fact that he was pissed. They were crowding around his girlfriend, making it almost impossible for you to talk to him. Especially the green boy. Big deal, he could transform into animals. Brion was able to literally turn his surroundings into lava. If anything his power was more flashy. Plus his green skin just looked stupid.

“Brion, are you okay? You have smoke coming from….well all over your body,” Violet pointed out. Which caused the surrounding teens and adult to turn and look at him. He blushed from your eyes staring at him so suddenly. He bolted up out of his seat at the invasion.

“I...I am just not feeling well. I’m going to rest in my room for now,” he said before hurriedly making his way upstairs.

“Tell me if you’re feeling any better!” You called out after him.

“I will!” He called back before shutting his door.

He laid in bed, irritated beyond words. You don’t come to visit him for a good month (which feels like forever). And when you finally do come around, it’s not to see him specifically. When he first came to America he’d thought his life was over. What’s worse than being exiled from your own land? Then he saw you, a gorgeous mature woman who’s looks enraptured him. Your glossy (h/l)(h/c) hair that complimented your kind (e/c) eyes just hooked him. He’d thought he was smitten before, but as soon as he saw the personality that went with the looks, he’d completely fallen for you. Sure he acted cold at first, but that was his childish way of roping you into thinking of him. After months of (in his eyes was) flirting and having a slow burn love story, it seemed like you were starting to go cold. He couldn’t let that happened. Maybe it was time to finally put a label on what you two had.

He waited until night fell and his teammates were either asleep or on a mission. As soon as he heard you were coming over he made sure to avoid getting saddled with any distractions. When he peaked out of his room he peeked over the balcony to see you sitting on the couch, with some random movie on the screen. He smiled from seeing you cute formed bundled up in a blanket, before making his way down. The sound of footsteps made you glance over at him.

“I know you just woke up, but a shirt could really prevent you from getting a cold,” you said before flicking your eyes back at the screen. He jumped over the back of the couch and seated himself next to you.

“It is nice to not wear such restrictive clothing sometimes. You should try it sometimes,” he winked. Which didn’t go unnoticed by you. “So what are you watching?”

“MFKZ, I think it’s called,” a glance out of the corner of your eye saw that he was incredibly close to you. As close as he could be without touching you. You chuckled nervously. “You do know the couch is longer than two feet, right Brion?”

“I am aware, but it is very cold. And you’ve warmed up this side of the couch,” he countered.

You didn’t feel the need to ask him much else, too curious to see what exactly he was up to. You continued to sit and watch the movie, only half paying attention. Brion slowly inched his way closer as the movie drew on. Even going as far as to drape his arm over the back of the couch you were seated at. Anyone could see the silent distress that was present on your face if the lights were on. You had to cut things short when he began to run his hand up your exposed thigh.

“Wait, wait, wait!” You squeaked out, grabbing his hand. “Brion, what exactly do you think you’re doing!?”

“I was only trying to...uh...set the mood,” he said with a confused look on his face. As if he thought you were the wrong one for reacting negatively. Like you didn’t like him back.

“Look, Brion,” you stared, placing his hand back on his own lap. “You are in an incredibly vulnerable state right now. Tera’s back, you’ve just joined the Outsiders, and you’re worried about going back to your home. I can understand that you want someone to be a constant in your changing world….and I can’t be that someone.”

“Well, why not!” his tone elevated as he leaned forward. You couldn’t help but flinch back at this.

“Brion, it should be obvious. I’m an adult and you’re still a teen. Even if there was the slim chance that I romantically liked you, I’d immediately be sent to jail. That’s taking advantage of a vulnerable minor!” You shot back.

You returned the silent glare that was directed at you. You needed him to understand that this “relationship” would never become a reality. At this point, you didn’t know what was going through the temperamental boy’s mind. But Brion thought he knew what was going through yours. You brought up your respective age groups, so that must be where your worries came from. You were worried about the two of you getting caught. It wasn’t really about the fact that you only saw him as nothing more than a child who needed help. Well, none of that really mattered to him.

Your surprised yelp was muffled by him as we slammed his lips against your own. Instantly you tried to push the kid off. Using your untoned arms to try and push the considerably more muscular youth off of you. Of course, he didn’t budge. In fact, he pushed himself closer to you so that both of your chests were flush against each other. He continued to press his lips against yours, moving them in a clumsy and infrequent Rhythm. Obviously, this had been his first kiss. When your force didn’t work you turned your head to the side, escaping the forced kiss. That only stopped him for so long because he then began to pepper your neck in desperate kisses.

“Brion, stop,” You said in as stern of a voice as you could. He continued to ignore you and carry on with his actions. Only stopping when you’d managed to awkwardly proper your leg up on the couch and shove him away. You immediately stood up from the couch and made sure your back wasn’t towards him.

“Why did you do that?!” He angrily asked. He was smoldering again, not a good sign. If his meta powers activated you’d both be up shit creek.

“Brion I need you to listen to me. You’re angry and confused right now but I need you to calm down,”

“I AM CALM!” He yelled standing up, causing you to flinch. The ground beneath him to heat up more. It was your luck that his yell had disturbed his sister. Making her peak over the railing to see what was with the commotion.

“Brion, (Y/n) is there something wrong?” She called out with a worried gaze. Brion didn’t look up and continued to glare daggers at you. The silence made you even more fearful of the boy’s next actions.

“Nothing sister, I was just going back to bed,” he turned away and made his way back up the stairs. Your eyes following him the whole time.

‘I really need to speak with Dick in the morning’

[yandere-oppai]

Tied Down

Yandere! Kirishima x fem! Reader

Words count: 2.4k

First Post, yeet!

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Being the girlfriend of a hero had its perks. It made getting to the front of lines (no matter how you protested) easier and gave you a sort of security. Kirishima is a loving man who wouldn’t hesitate to wait on you hand and foot for any reason. If you asked this man to jump, he’d ask “how high”. Though there was some weird backlash when it came to you being a foreigner.

Being an American made many think that you were some kind of golddigger or mail order bride after citizenship. Though after a year, going on two, the rumors seemed to die down after some time. It still ticked the redhead off though, when any of these offhand remarks were made either in person or via the media. Each time ended with you having to tell him that things like this didn’t faze you.

“But they shouldn’t be saying anything like that! Let me go show him not to disrespect Red Riot’s girl,” he steamed while you held onto his arm. Pulling him away from a restaurant was no easy task, especially when he was like this.

“Just leave it Eijiro. Let’s not have that ruin our night. I just want to continue with our date. Please,” you gave him a desperate pout and continued to tug on his arm. He hesitated to turn fully around to you but inevitably gave in.

“Fine, but you’ll have to do me a few favors when we get home,” he leaned in for a kiss that you reciprocated. You picked up on the saucy tone that he used and raised an eyebrow with a sly smirk.

“I think that I can arrange that,” you pecked his lips once more before gently taking his arm and leading him in the direction of your apartment.

“Kiri, stop teasing. I need you now,” you gasped in a breathless manner has he nipped at your neck. This was supposed to just be you two watching a movie before getting to the good bits. Until the light kisses and cuddling turned into heavy petting. Everyone knows that it only leads to trouble and seat wetting.

“Don’t worry babe, your manly boyfriend’s got ya,” he groaned out before he halted his gyrations against both of your clothed nether regions. You chuckled at his self proclaimed nickname.

After a good hour or two of going at it, you and your red prince laid so that he was the big spoon. You’d been in between being awake and asleep from Eijiro gently stroking your hair. Nothing could be heard except the light background noise of the almost quiet city and both of your breathing. Just as you were about to pass the threshold of sleep he decided to start a conversation.

“You know I’ve been thinking about something,” he mumbled into your hair. Too tired to properly reply you gave a low hum to show that you were listening. “I think it’s about time we move in together. It doesn’t necessarily have to be mine or your apartment. We can start something new and I’ll buy us a new one”.

“Eijiro, you know how I feel about that. I’m just not ready right now,” you flipped over to face him. His small, almost permanent smile, was replaced with a saddened frown. It almost made you feel guilty.

“Yeah I know but we’ve been together for almost two years now. I live here compared to my own apartment. We’re practically already living together. The only difference would be that we’re co-owning it,” he pouted further and nuzzled his cheek against your head. “Don’t you want more with me?”

“Look, can we talk about this in the morning? I’m really tired and have work in the morning,” You sighed and flipped back around, no longer facing him. You got no further reply and tried to slip back into a dreamless sleep.

“You wouldn’t have to work if you’d agree to marry me,” He mumbled before flipping back over as well.

It was about five months into your budding relationship where Kirishima first brought up the topic of marriage. He’d talked up his dream of a white picket fence with a few kids and a lovely home to go with it. However, you’d gotten a little freaked out when he hinted that you’d be the wife to go with this fantasy.

“…how many kids would you want to have?” He’d asked you while you explored the nearest amusement part. Only choosing to bring up the subject after seeing a nuclear family pass by who seemed to be enjoying themselves.

“Hmmm. Maybe at least three in the future. Maybe two boys and one girl. Grew up with only sisters so I know the nightmare that comes with them,” you both chuckled at that. Kirishima nodded in agreement and looked to be in a bit of a daydream.

“Yup, one little (y/n) and two Red Riots to protect her,” he drunkenly smiled not noticing how your eyes bulged a little.

It wasn’t that Kirishima didn’t seem like a loyal partner and provider. It was just that you two were both still young adults and the thought of being tied down so soon scared you. It made you feel trapped. Which is also why you preferred to stay in a rented apartment while in Japan. If anything serious were to arise, you could pack up and go home. An easy escape route.

Since then he’d sporadically bring up the topic of marriage and you officially living in this country with him. Away from your family and many of your childhood friends. Like clockwork, you’d change the subject and he’d throw a bit of a hissy fit for you not reciprocating his feelings. This did not take away from the fact that you truly cared for the man, you do, but he’s making it increasingly hard. The more he backed you into a corner, the more likely it was that you’d try to run.

The night went by with you two not facing each other while you slept. It was the sex beforehand that caused future issues. That night it seemed like you were stuck with your mind on lust. It was like you’d had fire in your veins that needed to somehow be satiated. The only way you could see to fix this was by getting lost in the heat of each other’s bodies. And Eijiro seemed to be all too willing to satisfy your needs for that night. You didn’t really look back on this event until about a month later when you’d started to feel ill.

A trip to the doctor’s office for your mild nausea and being continuously lethargic had given you a reason to look back. When the doctor announced that you were indeed pregnant it was like your world had come crashing down. You left the office in a panic and when you got home you could do nothing but curl into a ball on the couch and cry. You’d hoped to have kids when you got around the age of 30. Not when you were only just getting out of college. Not when you still wanted a few more years of freedom.

For that day you did nothing but cry and mope around the apartment. You’d silenced your phone a while ago, especially after Kirishima had repeatedly tried to contact you. He wouldn’t get off of work after sunset anyway. It gave you time to think about your next steps. All of your thoughts lead back to one course of action though. RUN.

He’s a hero, he couldn’t have you dragging him down at the most important part of his career. You didn’t want to be tied down or have others tied to you for reasons out of their control. As you packed some overnight bags and cash for a hotel you couldn’t help but let a few more tears slide down your face. You feel as though you can’t face him with what your next course of planning is.

Japan doesn’t offer abortions unless approved by officials or in cases of the inability to care for such a child. So the only other choice was to fly back home where they’re a bit more lenient and get the procedure done. In the end, you’d have to leave Kirishima behind. Something you knew had to be done to save both of your futures.

You jumped when there was a sudden pounding on your door. It was only around six o’clock right now. He shouldn’t have been off for at least three more hours. You quietly tiptoed your way away from your luggage and to the living room to look through your front door’s peephole. There he was, pounding on the door and looking stressed to all hell.

“(y/n), open the door! I know you’re in there! Why haven’t you been responding to my messages?” He yelled from the other side. You covered your mouth to hide the hiccups and sniffles coming from your mouth. But he seems to have still heard you. “(Y/n), are you crying?! Come on babe let me in! Please!” He sounded more desperate and started jiggling the door. If your neighbor wasn’t a drunk and at bars most of the time, he surely would’ve come out to see what was happening.

“Go away Kirishima! I don’t want you here!” You yelled through the door hoping to get him to leave. It went quiet for half of a second before one loud bang was heard on the other side.

“What do you mean babe? What are you trying to say? Open this door, we need to talk,” he growled. No doubt pressing his face as close to the door as close as possible. This was a tone you’d never heard come from him and in all seriousness, it scared you.

“No, it’s over! I don’t want to see you ever again. Please, just leave me alone!” You called one last time stepping away from the door. It was quiet yet again before he spoke up again.

“I’m giving you till the count of three. If you don’t open this door by the time I get to one, I’m kicking it in,” he threatened. Surely he wasn’t really going to. Not the sweet and docile Kirishima that I know.

“Three…” you stepped further from the door. “Two…” your breath stopped. “one!” He yelled before with one swift kick your door was thrown open. You yelped and flinched at the loud noise of the door hitting the wall. He stood in the entryway puffing from the stress of the situation. He wasted no time in entering the home and pushing the broken door so that it was semi-closed. You tried to escape back to your room before he grabbed you by the back of your shoulder and spinning you around. Tear reddened eyes met angry red orbs.

“Why did you try to keep me out babe? I try to get into contact with you all day, only to have you tell me that you don’t want to see me anymore. Only to have you refuse me love and affection,” His nails began to dig more into your shoulders. It looked like he was on the brink of his quirk activating.

“Please,” you paused and swallowed thickly. “Please just let me go. I want to leave,” you whimpered. He growled once more, glaring into your eyes. You’d thought his sharp teeth gave him a charming before, however, now all they did was fill you with dread.

“No, I’ll never let you leave me,” he pulled you closer to his body. Caging you in a smothering hug. “Now I want you to be honest with me. Or at this point, I don’t know what I’ll do. Who made you want to leave me? Who’s been filling your head with doubt about our love?” He tried to give you his usual encouraging grin but failed. His eyes were far too wide open and his mouth too crooked to properly give you comfort.

“No one Kirishima. I…I’m doing this on my own. I don’t want to be tied down and I can’t do that to you. Not with your reputation on the line. I just think…we should go our separate ways,” your eyes were downturned by the time you finished the shakey statement.

All was quiet for a few moments. Until you felt fingers under your chin coaxing you to look back up at him. His hold and smile both softened when you were able to look at him. You couldn’t help but think this is the real Kirishima. Not the lunatic who kicked in your door.

“You’re finally pregnant, aren’t you?”

Your blood went cold.

“Wh…What do you mean?” You questioned. Your body begins to shake without you meaning to.

“You’re pregnant. I knew it was only a matter of time,” he grinned again. “For a while, I thought those sedatives I gave you were making you infertile.” He began to give you small pecks on the face. Like it would comfort you somehow.

“Sedatives? What sedatives? Kirishima, I don’t understand,” yet again the quiver to your voice was present. In your mind, things began to click together. The nights were you were too tired to do anything with the hero, you’d still wake up sore down below. Though, not to the point where you’d suspect anything. You’d felt safe when you were with him, but now he’s your biggest nightmare. He shushes you and begins to explain a little bit more.

“I know you’re scared that I’ll stop loving you. That’s why you say you’re not ready to settle down. So I gave you a reason to. I won’t stop loving you and I hope you feel the same about me,” you feel him squeeze you a little harder at this. “But it never hurts to have something to cement that in a little”. More like trap you.

Your sobbing had started up again after he admitted to this his deeds. All you could do was think about how he’d planned all of this just to keep you right where he wanted you. How all that you’d wanted for the future would be taken for another’s selfish desires. The redhead continued to stroke your head, waiting for your little fit to come to an end. What was worse, was that you couldn’t do anything but sit there and take it. He’s a pro hero, and you were simply a civilian. He’s stronger and had more connections in Japan compared to you.

“Don’t worry. I’ll let you decide if you want to get married before or after the baby comes. But I think the sooner the better.”

You ignored him, too caught up in your own demise.

“Come nine months and you’ll be used to all of this. Until then, let’s see about fitting a nice length chain in our new place.”

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