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devilrainbunnie · 4 years

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yandere!school!tomura shigaraki x fem!school!reader

(high school au and adopted by all for one, something a little different i haven’t seen before)

song recommendation: high school sweethearts by melanie martinez

cw: cussing, yandere themes, bullying, horny shiggy, smut, praise kink, slobbering mess shiggy, ¿mommy kink? 18+ only, !!!minors dni!!!

a/n: !unedited as of right now! had the idea for this, for literally a week and i couldn’t get it out of my head. so low and behold, i wrote it! some yandere school boy tomura action for you, enoy :)

Tomura Shigaraki was known to many people as the same thing: a freak. For some reason, the relentless bullying never let up. Every day he was getting his books slammed to the ground, his things stolen, his clothes taken during gym— even once they went as far as to pants him in front of a group of girls that was also relentlessly bullying him. He hated high school, he fucking hated it. He was also disliked because of his quirk, other students deemed it a ‘curse’, and called him a ‘monster’ for it. Which made him believe those words, he truly believed he was nothing but a monster.

Tomura never did anything to anyone, he minded his own business for the most part, and he never recalled anytime he had done anything wrong to the people who hurt him. He really didn’t get it, and he’d often cry out of frustration when he was alone because he felt so hurt. So alone. Throughout the many years he suffered in the hell hole, he only ever managed to spend his time online gaming, and ranting to his internet friends in forums about how relentless and evil the bullying was. Even going as far as to curse all women that ever existed. But even then, he felt like it was all being screamed into a void. There was a feeling inside of him that made everything feel dull, and pointless. He didn’t want to exist, and for the most part, it wasn’t better at home either.

His dad was a fucking prick. He despised his father, he was a narcassistic ass hole, who basically adopted Tomura as a way to heir his business. At the time, his dad was married to a woman who couldn’t have children, and after seeing Tomura’s little heart broken face, she knew that she needed him. But then she died. No, he doesn’t want to talk about and please never ask him about it. Now he’s stuck with this self absorbed prick, who’s never home, who makes Tomura do all of the up keep in the house, do all of the errands, and never even spares a ‘thank you’. He was alone, so fucking alone.

Days luckily went on, and it was nearing the end of his fourth year. He could finally be free from the depths of this nightmare and go about his life, leaving everyone behind. Only a few more agonizingly long months, and it was over.

He thought as he daydreamed in class, staring out of the large glass panes. Watching the rain consistently splatter against it. He realized how hard it was raining, and he was silently praying it didn’t last until it was time to go home. He sighed at the thought, rubbing his eye with his non dominant hand. Turning his attention back to the assignment on his desk. Not even realizing that no one else was doing work, because the teacher had stepped out momentarily. He tried to pay attention, but the feeling of eyes burning holes into his face that dragged him out of it. Eyes trying to do anything but look, until he heard the person clear their throat. The person of his absolute worst thoughts and experiences.

That snotty, aggressive bitch Hiroko Ito.

She for some reason targeted Tomura the worst out of anyone, and she had a shit ton of prey to go off of. Hiroko thrived off of making Tomura hurt, she would slap him around, call him names, try to manipulate him and make fun of his appearance. He never wanted to fight back against her, because she’s a girl. And he was taught to never, ever lay hands on a girl. No matter what. He also feared that if he ever did snap on her one day, she’d just lie, and get him in trouble for it. Tomura just wanted her to simply go away, stop bothering him so much. He hated her, and she knew that. She was a sadist, and she thrived off of breaking him.

“Are you deaf or something, freak?” she said to him. Kicking his desk to make him jump. Which he did, and it made her laugh that ugly sinister laugh he hated so much.

“I’m trying to do work.” he mumbled to her, still refusing to meet her eyes.

“When I talk to you, answer me—“

The door to the classroom opened, and in walked the teacher. Following behind him was an unfamiliar face, a girl, that no one presumably knew at all. The room quickly became void of any noise, as everyone turned to look at the new face in the room. She’s pretty, he thought to himself. Her e/c eyes gleamed in the fluorescent lighting, her h/c hair flowed heavenly around her head. Her skin had a radiance to her that made her glow. She looked like an angel, Tomura felt that familiar dull ache in his stomach when just looking at you. He felt pathetic, but you were just so pretty. Silently he prayed the face was just as pretty as the heart. That would probably make me combust, he thought.

“Hello everyone, this is L/n, F/n. A transfer student from another city here in Japan. She’ll be graduating with us, and I hope you all can accommodate to her move and meet her acquaintance.” the teacher spoke. “Now go on L/n, tell us about yourself.”

“Well, I’ve never been to Musutafu until now, my favorite color is f/c and I don’t like talking in front of large groups of people.” you stated shamelessly, not even cracking a smile. You felt out of place, no one here was your friend. The room was filled with unfamiliar presences, some more threatening than others. Everyone seemed to laugh and smile at your joke. A couple guys eyeing you up and down. You had to suppress a ‘take a picture it’ll last longer’.

After some greetings, you were to take a seat in class. Luckily for you, a seat right next to Tomura Shigaraki was open. You sat down, slinging your bag over the chair, and tucking your hands under your thighs. Looking out of the window to watch the rain as it fell, wow. It really was raining hard. I hope that I don’t have to walk to the bus station in this. Your eyes drooped a bit at the thought, you were wearing a skirt, a white top, and thin shoes for crying out loud. All to protect you was a thin hoodie, and you knew within seconds of stepping outside in that, you would be nothing short of absolutely drenched. Not the best start to a new place, is it.

You finally captured the crimson eyes of the shaggy haired boy in front of you. He was quick to put his head down, he felt awkward staring at you as you zoned out. Not wanting to face some sort of confrontation if you were angry at him. “Hey, Shigaraki right?” you asked him, noticing the little placement on his desk. You didn’t even notice him staring that entire time.

“Y-Yeah.”

“Nice to meet you. L/n, F/n— whichever you prefer to call me. Guess we’re buddies in this class now, ya know, since we sit next to one another.” you smiled at him. He looked up at you with shock present in his eyes— you were being nice to him? What? Since when was any girl nice to him? “Ah— sorry, that probably sounded weird. I’m just, I’m not used to making new friends.” you blushed out of awkwardness. Feeling like you just made this boy uncomfortable, you turned your attention to your hands, remembering you should probably grab the textbook from your bag to go over the topics that were mentioned.

“You can call me Shigaraki— or Tomura. W-whatever you want to call me, F/n.”

“Okay, Tomura.” you smiled at him. “Sorry for interrupting your studying. Just wanted to introduce myself.”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind— really.” he replied nervously, fidgeting a bit awkwardly and you strangely found it adorable. You laughed at him a bit softly, causing his lips to quirk into a small little smirk. Without a doubt, you found him cute. He seemed so nice. You both continued your reading, leaving some people around you completely dumbfounded. Why the fuck were you talking to him? Did you not know about that creepy fuck? What?!

The rest of class was just reading over the course work, and for you, a smaller assignment to do over the next week to catch up on what you missed out on when you were moving. Tomura was mentally drowning in agony at the coursework he was given, he didn’t have the mental energy to do this right now. Not when someone as nice, soft, pretty, gorgeous, sexy, kind, cute— was sitting right next to him. He just wanted to stalk your social media and wank one out or something- wait no, that’s creepy dude don’t do that, he thought to himself. I’ll probably do it anyways.

Now he was hard again, great.

He got his mind off of you and thought of something he didn’t like for a bit, before class ended and everyone was due to leave for lunch. Tomura was side eyeing you to see what you were doing as you both packed your things to head out. He noticed your cute little f/c lunch box, decorated with small designs of Animal Crossing characters and little plants. You just never stopped getting better, did you?

As you both walked out to leave for lunch, you hesitantly approached him. Feeling annoying and pathetic for following around this poor shy boy like a lost puppy. “Hey! Tomura!” you called out to him in front of you. You paced to catch up with him. “I don’t mean to be a bother, but uhm... I don’t know anyone or anything yet. I don’t even know where to go for lunch. Uhm, is it okay if I eat with you? I understand if not, I can just sit in my next class if I can manage to find it.” you asked him, laughing at your little joke. Your big doe eyes looking into his hopefully and that same blush spread across your cheeks. He could almost melt at the sight of it, he almost thought you were fucking with him.

“S-Sure. I usually just go to the library, if you uh want to eat there.”

“Okay, perfect.” you walked beside him. Some people in the halls giving you guys rude stares. Why was everyone so disgusted by you? What is their fucking problem?

“What crawled up these peoples asses and died?” you said a bit too loud, staring right back at some people. Still walking at pace with Tomura. He didn’t answer you, just continued to walk, he hung his head a bit lower. “Everything okay?” you whispered to him quietly. He shut his eyes and continued to walk. His lips quirking to a frown, you felt so heart broken seeing that expression on his face. He seemed like such a sweet boy, you couldn’t understand it.

Soon you both arrived to the library, which was huge and breathtaking. As you followed Tomura to wherever he usually sat, you looked around you. Admiring the tall cases full of books and the scattered tables. Occupied with some students. “It’s so beautiful in here.” you told him.

“O-Oh yeah, that’s why I like it in here.”

You both sat down at a table across from each other. You were quick to open your bento box, you were starving you didn’t even get the chance to eat breakfast that morning. It was filled to the brim with sushi rice, a little candy and tempura. Some veggies you were craving on the side as well. Tomura was stunned at the amount of food you brought, but he didn’t want to judge. “I haven’t eaten at all today, mm.” You scooped some rice and tempura into your mouth. “I brought a lot, feel free to take some. I didn’t notice you carrying anything with you.” you pushed the box towards him. An extra pair of f/c chopsticks laid on top of them, you always brought an extra pair just in case. You watched his eyes light up, his cheeks burning a bright red hue as he stared down at the box.

“Thanks, I don’t want to take from you though—“

“Mm!” You swallowed the food in your mouth. “Really, it’s okay. I don’t mind sharing, I made it myself. If I want more I’ll just make it.”

He nodded, grabbing the chopsticks and scooping a bit of the rice and tempura together to take a bite. He was surprised at how good it was, you were watching him with curious eyes. “Thanks, it’s really good.”

“I’m glad you like it.” you smiled at him.

Throughout the next weeks, he was surprised at how nice and honest you were with him. You didn’t see him as a freak, you didn’t tell him to fuck off anytime he looked at you— you smiled at him. A real smile. A soft one, one that made his heart flutter and his cheeks turn into a bright pink. Your friendship quickly blossomed, you began to bring him a bento box to eat for lunch, and texted daily whenever the two of you were feeling up for it. He loved that you liked to share with him, and enjoyed his company. However he still felt odd, you were so pretty, and so nice to everyone. Why did you even bother with someone like him? He couldn’t help but doubt somewhere in the back of his mind that somehow, or someway, you were just waiting to pull the rug from beneath him and laugh at him. Sadly that wouldn’t be the first time. He prayed you liked him as much as he liked you.

You guys hung out often when you both weren’t busy. You took him everywhere, you’d spend time together at the arcade doing stupid dance games together, or playing other multiplayer games together. He loved watching you get all competitive during games. Sometimes you two would opt for the movie theater, the park, or some little restaurant. Any time with you was well spent in his mind. You’re his first ever friend, his first ever crush— he savored every part of you. Everyone moment with you was a blessing in his mind. He’d never even been around his own town before, you showed him what it was like to live a normal life. A life full of promise.

Tomura stalked your social media constantly, he loved looking at photos of you. Your lips curled into a smile, or your tongue poking out of your mouth, he just couldn’t help the dull ache you gave him. Don’t blame him for touching himself, you are perfect afterall. He wanted more, and more of you. Tomura would melt any time there was the slightest intimacy between the two of you. One time you spilled a drink on his lap when you were hanging out briefly after school, and you took it upon yourself to blot off the small stain off his lap. Tomura had to bite back a whimper at the contact initially. Don’t even get him started on the time your white top got drenched, his eyes almost fell out of his skull. Why are you so goddamn perfect?

But also, you had made some other friends which totally didn’t did make Tomura jealous. Why do you ask? Is it because he would talk shit about them on calls with his online buddies whenever he thought they were getting too close? No, he’s not jealous- just very careful of his dearest friend. Hopefully soon to be, girlfriend.

Tomura was smiling at the thought of you once again, losing himself in his day dreams of finally being with you as he walked the sidewalk back home. Wishing you were at his side, talking to him about whatever was on your mind like usual. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his jacket, his eyes focused ahead of him. Tomura usually had an earbud in whenever he was out and about, which he did in the moment. The music acted as nothing but background noise to the movie that played in his head. He then started thinking about what he was going to do after he got home, which was usually the same routine. Jerk off for a bit, play some co-op game with his discord friends, eat some food, maybe watch a show or movie, text you if he got the courage to do so— something simple. After all, he didn’t have school tomorrow, and he had the place to himself. The world was in the palm of his hands.

Tomura turned the corner at the sidewalk, walking down a rather isolated road that he hated going down. There was always suspicious characters lurking in the depths of the alleyways, and don’t even get him started on the shitty little park just randomly attached to a building. He always saw someone doing something that looked pretty illegal there. Out of instinct, he held his head lower and turned his music down a bit just in case. Speed walking a bit just in case he caught the attention of someone he really didn’t want to have any confrontation or a conversation with. Just as he passed by the sketchy park, he heard some light movement and saw someone of his peripheral.

Footsteps began approaching behind him. His heart began to skip in his chest, oh no. Not now. Please not now.

But thankfully, when he looked up, he caught your smile. “Tomu!” you called to him, running up to him, and tackling him in a hug. “Hey! Sorry to surprise you, but I uh... there’s just some stuff going on at home. I don’t really wanna be there. Do you wanna do something today?” you asked him. Looking up at him with those same pretty big eyes. He was so quickly flustered turned-on, you fought to not break out in a smile. There truthfully was a lot going on at home, you really didn’t want to be in the middle of your mom’s rage fit. So you’d rather wander around the streets, or hangout with a friend until you thought she’d calm down. Luckily you sort of knew Tomura’s route, and you always found this oddly placed park kind of funny. Why not surprise him?

“Sure. I don’t mind, I was planning to head home though.”

“Oh- okay, I can wait for you here, or uhm, if it’s allowed, we can hangout at your place?” you sheepishly asked. Quirking your brows a little bit at him.

“My room is a bit dirty b-but sure, let me clean up before you come in. My dad won’t be home for a bit either, he’s on a trip.”

“Okay, I don’t mind. I’ll let you do whatever you need to do. I’m excited! I’ve never been to your house before!”

He smiled at you, letting out a breathy laugh. “Okay, let’s get on then.”

You were so happy with Tomura. He’d really gotten out of his shell since you became friends, and began to grow some confidence with you. It was so great to see him flourish, he was such a sweet person. You began to develop a little crush on him. He was just so cute, so innocent, and so playful, it was almost hard to resist it. You loved the way he blushed when you hugged him, or the way he almost burst when you held his hand for a brief moment at the mall because some creep was following you. Tomura was supposed to be your best friend, but there was an unspoken attraction between the two of you. All you were doing now was waiting for the right time to tell him how you felt, you hoped he would accept. Fearing his closed off nature might push him away.

You two were walking down the sketchy road, listening to the music in his headphones while pointing out little things on the street you found odd. A wholesome moment you often shared together.

The sun was still high in the air, but it was fairly cold out still. Spring was an odd time here. You noticed the way some flowers and plants were beginning to blossom again. While it wasn’t the best of weather, it sure did make everything beautiful. A small hope in the back of your mind prayed it would rain sometime soon, maybe so you could see a rainbow, or possibly have to stay the night with him. Who knows which. You glanced up at him again, simply just admiring his features as he looked forward. His soft, floppy light blue locks floating around his face, his all too telling crimson eyes, his cute little scar on his lip-- he might not have been perfecting look, but he was to you, and that’s all that really mattered. The atmosphere of spring really brought his unique features to display in such a way that made him look out of this world handsome, you wished your eyes were lens sometimes.

The entire walk to Tomura’s house, you fought off the desperate want to hold his hand. Luckily today he had his gloves on, and wouldn’t be so anxious about the idea of touching you, or your personal items. But, all in all, you respected his privacy, and you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

Soon, the two of you arrived to Tomura’s house after that silent, yet soothing walk. He was quick to put the earbuds away, and unlock the front gate. Holding it open for you to walk through like a gentleman. You quickly followed in, walking behind him up the stairs of his front patio. It was a beautiful two-story house, one with a nice front yard full of healthy vegetation, and little trinkets that made it feel more inviting. You watched as he reached a gloved hand into his jacket pocket, seemingly fishing for his house key. Once it was found he unlocked the door, holding it open for you to walk through once again. The gesture was so small, and wholesome, it made you want to squeal like a twelve year old seeing their favorite boy band in concert.

Inside of the house however, it felt dull in some aspects. There were photos on the wall, but there was not a lot of other decorations. You took note as well that most of the walls were the same off-white color, a beige tint giving back ground to seemingly nothing. Well, from what you knew, Tomura didn’t have a mom. This place really reeked of male, and drill sergeant energy. Nothing was out of place, except for your brightly colored converse.

“Nice place.” you commented to him.

“Thanks, I uhm-- I’m gonna go clean up. Feel free to do whatever down here, I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.”

“If I take too long, just holler for me, or go up the stairs, and take a left. My room is the first door to your left.”

“Noted! I’m gonna raid your fridge!” you called out to him, mostly as a joke but you were kind of thirsty now that you thought of it.

“Just don’t drink any of the ale, or sake, and we’re good!” he joked back.

As he cleaned up, you began your tour of the house. Starting off with the kitchen, just like you told him. The dining area was very lifeless as well, just some simple oak wood chairs, and table set. Nothing placed on top. It looked like it wasn’t ever really used. You took your observations further into the actual kitchen. Noticing it was pretty lifeless as well, but more full than you expected. The countertops were neatly organized, and spaced well with appliances. A bowl of fruit say on the island inside of the kitchen, and on the fridge were some fun magnets. Some seemingly from trips Tomura had taken with his dad, or his dad went on. There was one cute photo of Tomura, and presumably his dad when he was fairly young. It was the one spot you noticed a lot of life in, which was kind of sad. You hoped that there was life when the household was together.

You swung open the fridge, noticing how organized everything in it was. It was neatly prepped, and looked like a stock photo. It took you a second to register where a possible drink was hiding, after some digging, and drawer pulling, you found Tomura’s little stash of energy drinks, and soda. Taking it upon yourself to grab one of the strawberry flavored cans, tooth rot included.

As you enjoyed your soda. You left the kitchen, lurking about in the living room, which was equally as dull. There was brown couch, a fake plant next to the gas stove, a TV, and a little nook by the window, some practically empty bookshelves lined next to it. Either his dad never was home, or he just hated interior design. On the wall you noticed a giant tacky photo of dogs playing poker, which made you laugh.

“Boo.” a voice said behind you.

“AHH! Goddamnit Tomura I almost threw my soda all over your living room!” you whined to him, you heart beat trying to calm itself down from his sudden fright. All he did was laugh at you in response. “You’re a brat. Also nice painting, it’s uh... very interesting.”

“Thanks. I don’t honestly know why we have it.”

“Hmm. Well, is your room ready Mr. Shigaraki?” you teased.

“Shut up-- and yes, it is.”

“I’m excited to see your room.” you commented, following him up the stairs.

“Why?”

“I suppose it’s because it’s a room that is entirely yours. Personal. Bedrooms are a fun way to learn about people.” you told him truthfully. He became nervous, wondering what impression you’d get from him as you stepped into the room. Would you like his room? Would you think it’s embarrassing?

“I suppose.” He said, rounding the top of the stairs, and walking to his room. Opening the door, and holding it open for you like before. You stepped in, not really sure what to expect. But honestly, you were surprised. It was pretty clean, the hardwood flooring was swept, the tables were clear of any dust or trash. His black sheets were neatly made, and he had posters hung up everywhere of his favorite video games, and animes. There were little figurines of characters scattered about randomly on shelves, and on his desk. Which was also an impressive two-monitor set up, with a beautiful light up keyboard, a head set, and controllers off to the side. He had one item that seemed out of place, and it was a little corgi plush laid right in between his pillows.

“I like your room! Is it okay if I sit?” you asked standing at the edge of his bed. He even had a bed frame, that’s a first, you thought to yourself internally. Tomura was surprisingly organized, and put together. You weren’t really sure what to expect, but it wasn’t this clean, and nice of a space.

“Yeah, go ahead.”

You sat on the edge of the bed, tucking your legs to your side in a modest position since you were wearing a skirt. Your fleshy thighs popping out of your thigh high socks, causing Tomura to choke up a bit. Quickly sitting down next to you. He had the biggest urge to lean over, and kiss you. You were in his bed after all, how could he not want to?

“Do you want to watch something?” Tomura asked.

“Sure, what do you have in mind?”

“Let’s browse and see what’s available.” he suggested, sitting down at his computer as you came up behind him your hand on the back of his chair, he could smell your sweet scent. You were making him nervous, and he’s not even entirely sure why.

After some scrolling, and the both of you talking about what to watch, you settled on some cheesy horror flick. The two of you were more interested in how bad it was going to be. Now he was setting up the screen so the both of you could see it from where you were planning to sit. Thankfully the two monitors allowed for this to be easy. He set up the movie. Going to lay down so he could get comfortable. You looked at the bed, noticing how he was positioned. Right up against the wall. Giving you nowhere to sit besides directly next to him. You stood awkwardly for a second, looking at him.

“Is it okay if I lay next to you?” you asked sheepishly.

He looked at your nervous expression. You were holding your hands behind your back, looking at him as he searched your delicate state. “Yeah, that’s fine.”

You didn’t respond. Only doing as you planned, crawling in front of him, and laying on your side. Your body subconsciously coming into contact with his, you jumped, looking at him. “S-sorry.”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind if you uh, want to do that.” he blushed, chuckling a bit out of awkwardness.

“You sure?”

“Yeah!” he said a bit too enthusiastically. But all you did was hum in satisfaction, and grab his arm, pulling it over your body. Holding it close your chest. Snuggling yourself closer to him. Has he always been this warm?

Tomura was exploding with euphoria, you were willingly holding him to you. Nuzzling your body into his, and draped his arm over your body. He wished so badly he could just kiss you right now, maybe grind into you a little bit-- of course he’s hard right now, this is the closest he’s ever gotten to a girl. Can you blame him? He hopes you don’t feel his hard-on right now, goddamnit. Always perfect timing with him, how lovely.

As the movie began, you both sat in silence, your bodies awkwardly spooning each other. You shifted a few times to get more comfortable, and Tomura decided to put his head above yours on the pillow. his face in perfect view of the monitor, and able to have the scent of your hair in his senses. He was practically a puddle of goop next to you, you could do anything with him in this very moment. Well, in every moment, but more so right now. He was in bliss. If only he could sneakily press a kiss to your head, or cheek right now. God, it was so hard resisting just one little peck. Maybe you’d come around to kiss him, who knows at this point in time.

Just kiss me, once. Please. One kiss. At least. Please.

He sang that in his head like a mantra, he wanted- no, need you. So bad.

As if that same God from earlier heard his prayers, you turned to face him after about forty-five minutes into the film. Right as the main character was about the notice all of the suspicious happenings in the story. There you were-- burrowing your face into his chest, you hummed yet again in satisfaction, wrapping an arm, and a leg around his body. All he could see was the top of your head, with what little courage he had in his body, he put his hand atop of your head. Running his fingers through your hair, accidentally stumbling upon a knot, but he easily fixed it for you. Even if it ruined your hair, he just wanted to comb through your pretty h/c locks. It was probably more soothing to him than it was to you.

“You’re so warm, and cuddly, Tomu.” you giggled into his chest, before making an appearance in front of his face. His hand still on the back of your head. Your faces were mere inches between each other, he noticed the way your breath hitched at the realization. Your eyes dilated, and your eyes looked down at his chest. You were nervous, and it made his heart pick up in speed. “I don’t know why we haven’t cuddled before. I like it.” you sheepishly admitted.

“Y-yeah, I like it too.” he admitted, observing your face for any tell tales about the way you were feeling, or what you were thinking.

“Can I tell you something?” you voice was hushed, and a bit waivered. You hoped he couldn’t hear the way your heart was fluttering around your chest, or how sweaty your hands were becoming.

“Hmm?”

“I... Thank you. Thank you for being my first friend here, and letting me take you around all the time, even when I know you might hate it.” Well, that’s not the confession he was waiting for, but it was nice.

“Of course.” he simply responded, waiting to see if you had anything else to say.

You hesitated again, letting out that cute little nervous laugh you do when you don’t always know what to say, or when something makes you uncomfortable. You closed your eyes for a second, letting out a shaky breath. “Sorry.”

After a long internal battle with yourself on whether it was the right time or not to admit your feelings, you decided its now or never. Not to mention the fact that the two of you were literally face to face, cuddling in his bed. You were filled to the brim with anxiety, you’d never confessed your feelings to someone before. Well, here goes nothing. “That’s-- that’s not what I wanted to say, I’m sorry-- I’m kind of nervous.”

“W-what? Why?”

“I think I... like you.” you stammered. Ducking down a bit as he struggled to reply.

“Really?!” he said excitedly, sitting up a bit. Looking into your anxious eyes. “You mean that, you really mean that?”

“Yes.” you replied, he broke out into a smile, so wide and pure. He brushed the stray strands of hair from your face, his gloved hands holding your face in his hands.

“I-Is it okay if I kiss you?” he asked. Your eyes widened, and you nodded. Tomura was quick to grasp you into a kiss. His inexperienced lips crashing into yours with passion, he didn’t exactly know what he was doing but he liked the feeling of your lips on his. He wanted more, and more of this, his hands were gripped through the mass of your hair pulling you in deeper for his kiss. Tomura’s body was throbbing at the feeling of you being so close to him.

You wanted to direct the kiss, but he was so forceful and thirsty for your touch he didn’t really know how to not do that. Once he managed to slow down, you took hold of the kiss. Teaching him that softness, and fluid movements was the way to go about it. Quickly he became a pro at it, even gripping your hair harder to make you let out a gasp, and open your mouth for him. While his tongue was a bit sloppy against yours, you tried to signal him to go a bit slower as well. He was growing painfully harder by the second with your intoxicating kiss against his lips. His hips subconsciously rutting against your body, he wanted more.

Both of you were exploding with a bubbling feeling inside of your stomachs, the contact was so new and inviting for the two of you. The fact that it was one another, really sealed the deal. Neither of you wanted anyone else to be doing what you two were currently doing.

Was this... love? He couldn’t tell, but he hoped it was. Could you love him? He swears he’s already in love with you.

“Mm Tomura.” you let out a little airy moan, pulling away from his lips. He swears he almost felt himself cumming at the words. You pecked his lips again, climbing on top of his lap. Your ass grinding against him, your clothed core able to feel his aching member. He let out a light, little moan, here you were straddling him, and you even grinded yourself against him. Do it again, please fucking do it again. God. “You’re perfect, do you know that?” you lean down to kiss his neck. “You’re so sensitive, and sweet. So perfect.” you mumble against his neck, swirling your tongue around the surface of his neck, suckling on the spot.

His cheeks flushed again, the hands in your hair moving down your back. Rubbing up and down. Nervously wanting to squish your ass in-between his fingers. He was growing impatient, you were so sweet to him, and able to pull so many strings on him that made him whimper, and beg for you.

You stopped your sloppy attack on his neck, silently understanding what he was doing. “You can touch me all you’d like, I don’t mind.” You purred into his ear, biting his ear lobe while you were at it. He shivered, letting out an airy whimper at the pleasure you gave him. Moving his hands down to the globes of your ass, kneading the soft flesh through your skirt. Wishing he could slip them off, and feel your actual skin. Maybe slip a hand into your panties, maybe.

He was surprised when you let out a moan when he accidentally grabbed you too hard. Your lips moved to the other side of his neck, easily finding his sweet spot, and making your mark there as well. His body was covered in goosebumps, and his hips never stopped rutting against yours. He just wanted you so bad he couldn’t even function.

Your lips locked against his again, you craved to have him close again. Your hand came up to cup his jaw, trying to take charge of the kiss. Your tongue slipping into his mouth, dancing around with his. Moving your hands from their positions, down to his stomach. Hands resting on his hipbones. Smiling a half lidded smile at him, you reached your hands to find his. Holding them in yours. Reaching them up to your collar. Saying seven words to him he only dreamed of hearing you say:

“Do you want to take it off?” you asked him.

“Please.” he whimpered, and you nodded, he began to slip off the buttons one by one. Your chest slowly being exposed to him, he watched the way your chest rose and fell with passing second. Time moved slower for him, he dreamed of holding your breasts in his hand. Pinching your soft bud between his fingers, massaging the plush flesh in his palms and bringing his lips to the hardened numb to suckle on it like a man starved. Once the shirt was fully unbuttoned, he ripped it off of your body, tossing it to the floor to be remembered in a couple hours or so. His hands reached up to your chest, squeezing the flesh that was still protected by the thin fabric of your bra. “C-Can I take this off?” he asked nervously.

“I’ll do it, they’re a bit tricky.” you moved to the back of your chest, unhooking the bra from the metal clasps, and tossing it to the side. Your breasts jiggling freely into place. Tomura was quick to attach his fingers to your chest, groping the soft flesh. His mouth involuntarily drooling, as he leaned forward, attaching his lips to your freed nipple. Lapping and nipping at the bud, his other hand tending to the neglected one. He was in heaven, you tasted so sweet, and he wanted more. God, how many times does this man have to say he wants more before he combusts?

Your arms wrapped around his head as he suffocated himself in your chest. Combing through his soft blue tendrils, and letting out little vibrations of pleasure. Any time you did, he’d look back up at you with these beautiful, big red orbs. He wanted you to enjoy it too.

After a short while of slobbering over your breasts and practically humping you as you sat on his lap, he wanted to go further. One of his sneaky hands traveling to your backside again, leaving kisses along the valley of your breasts. His other hand at your hip, fidgeting anxiously with the band of your skirt. He just wanted to watch you fully in pleasure.

“F/n, can I?” he asked, looking into your lust blurred eyes.

“Yes. Let me know if you need help knowing what to do.” you said sweetly to him, knowing he was very inexperienced, and wanted to give him some pointers.

“Okay.” he said, as he completely flipped you on your back, your head resting against the soft cotton pillows. Admiring the way your breasts flopped with the movement, placing another set of kisses across them. He was quick to flip up your skirt, eyeing the set of black panties that covered your clothed core. He stared at it, admiring how it was growing darker in one spot due to what he assumed was your arousal. Slowly, he began to grip the fabric, slowly easing it down your legs. Making sure to not be too rough with it, you sat up to allow him easier access, and he again flung the item to the ground without much hesitation.

Tomura was in a trance now, as he stared at your bare pussy. He dreamed about this, about being inside of it-- he needed a moment to take it all in, and commit it to memory. He gazed hungrily, licking his lips as he was about to prepare for the best meal he’s ever eaten. Even though this time he just wanted to learn with his fingers because he wanted to kiss you.

“Quit staring, you’re making me all anxious.” you covered your face with your hands.

“Hush. You’re just so pretty.” His finger began to lurch forward towards the area near your clit, trying to find it. You took his hand, directing him exactly to where it was. He looked at you and nodded. Beginning to playfully roll the bud between his fingers. You let out a whine at the feeling, he smirked devilishly. Continuing the motion. Hovering over your face to watch you contort in pleasure. You were practically soaking, and he was aching to be inside of your cunt already. “Do I really turn you on that much?” he said with so much confidence, you almost thought someone else said it.

“Y-Yes. Yes of course.” you replied slightly out of breath, he began running his fingers up and down your slit. Covering yourself in your own slick, before plunging a finger in. He knew from watching so much hentai, and porn, that you were supposed to curl your fingers. He wanted to find that sweet gummy spot that made you squeal, and god was your heat enough to make him almost squeal. You were so warm, so wet, and tight. You were clenching around his finger with every thrust, he could feel the muscle when it was beginning to contract now too. He started off slow, with consistent smooth thrusts of his appendage. After a while of trying to find it, he did, and it elicited such a beautiful moan from you. “You’re so beautiful. Such a gorgeous girl. All mine. Am I being good? Am I making you feel good?” he questioned, looking you in the eyes. You nodded, and he went faster.

He picked up the pace of his fingers, realizing the faster speed, combined with the spot he discovered elicited more sounds from you. You let out moans, and whimpers as he continued, only ever babbling out his name in broken words. Not able to fully even comprehend a sentence as he fucked you with his fingers. When his other hand came to replicate what he was doing earlier with your clit, you let out a euphoric sob. Taking sharper breaths as your climax soon was approaching. He drank your reactions up, knowing how your body was reacting and what it liked or didn’t like. Now that he was learning so much, he knew every single time you guys did things again, he would get better and better. There’d be more times, right?

“You’re so close, you’re getting louder, and you keep clenching around me. Don’t hold back. I want to see you cum— God you’re so fucking hot. So perfect.” he moaned above you, his dominance over your pleasure and growing assertiveness was driving you even more close to your end. Pressing a kiss to your lips, his movements not slowing down for a second, and soon enough, you let out a series of moans from your body that were uncontrollable. Loud, and whiny. Your orgasm roared through your body, it was like a coil in your midsection completely snapped and a floodgate of indescribable pleasure washed over you. Tomura continued his movements, letting you ride out your orgasm until you were shaking and overstimulated.

“Fuck Tomu.” you panted. Trying to catch your breath, as Tomura took it upon himself to lick his hands clean.

“Mm, you taste just as sweet as you look.” you felt yourself getting turned on by his actions. “Don’t you think it’s only fair I get to cum too, right pretty? You want me to feel good too, right?”

“I-I do.” you admitted, as he hovered over your form, brushing your hair out of your face, and wiping some small tears from your orgasm away. “We can do whatever you want.”

“Really? Can I make love to you, F/n?” he asked, you smiled at his formality even though he was dead serious. He wanted to ravage you, now that he got a taste, he’s looking for more. You had done everything besides actual sex before, and you trusted him enough to go easy on you. Maybe he’d become your boyfriend, who knows?

“Please. I want to feel you.” you admitted, reaching your head up to his neck, and beginning to sloppily kiss it. “Take this off.” you whined, trying to take off his tie and collared shirt but, unable to. He laughed at your attempt, taking it upon himself to do it. Leaving him bare from the waist up. He was a lot more toned and muscular than you thought he was going to be. You always saw Tomura wearing clothes that were baggy, or covered him completely. It was refreshing to see something new for a change, and God did he look hot.

“And this.” You sat up, undoing his belt for him. Quickly tossing it to the ground along with your other clothes. He made quick work of shimming off his pants and boxers. You could easily tell how eager this poor touch deprived boy was, and you stared at the head of his cock. It was massive, you knew it was a common joke for people to mention how thinner boys have monster cocks, but this?!

His dick was roughly around seven inches, curved a bit to the left. Pale white, but flushed a natural hot pink at the tip. Cool colored veins coating it all, most prominently on the underside. He had little to no hair either, it looked natural. Like he just didn’t grow hair. You were stunned at his size. Before he could even pump himself a few times to get ready for the final event, you took it upon yourself to grab hold of it. His dick was wet with precum, like he had been edging himself.

“Poor Tomu, I know how rough it must’ve been holding back, giving and not receiving. But we’ll take care of that.” you say to him. As you pumped him in your hand. “Kiss me.” you ordered, he leaned in. Connecting his lips with yours, tongue immediately being involved as he humped into your hand. You’re so soft. His hands roaming over your naked body like a kid in a candy store, not sure if he can choose just one thing to grab.

After a while, he pulled away whining. “Please, please let me make love to you. I can’t wait any longer.”

“Hehe, you’re so eager. Go ahead then, you’ve been a good boy.” he hummed at the praised, grabbing you by your hips to flop you on your back again. Looking into your eyes as he positioned himself, rubbing his dick across your slit to further lubricate himself. He let out a deep groan at the feeling of it. He looked into your eyes again for reassurance. “Mm, please.”

He nodded thrusting slowly into you, just like he read about. “Fuck, y-you’re tight.” he whined, as he nestled his member inside of you. He was overwhelmed by your heat, his body tingling at the feeling of your wet cunt gripping on to him. It was better than he imagined, and he wanted more. More and more. Tomura almost began moving before you stopped him.

“O-One second, I need to adjust. Just go slow.” you informed him, and he took your advice, thrusting himself inside of you at a slow pace, watching your face for any discomfort. You were letting out steady, shaky breaths. Legs quickly wrapped around his torso, and your hands were tangled yet again in his hair, preparing yourself for his length. Tomura however was growing impatient, he was training himself to hold out longer and all he wanted to do now that he was here, was pound into you. His pace at first was slow, inconsistent, and awkward, but you wanted him to enjoy himself.

After a short while, he began to thrust faster, little by little. Looking at your face for a reaction. “God you feel so good. Fuck, fuck.” he panted in your ear, going even faster. When you began moaning louder, and clawing at his back, he knew he was doing a good job. “Am I doing a good job, am I a good boy?” he asked, his big red doe eyes looking into yours.

“Y-You’re such a good boy Tomu. So good to me— nngh.” you seethed, as his thrusts got deeper. He was drowning in pleasure, the way you clenched around him and even tighter sometimes made him feel like he was dreaming. The room was filled with the sounds of skin against skin, the wet sounds of him thrusting into you, your moans and whimpers, and Tomura’s feral-like panting. Oh, there was also a movie playing in the background.

Tomura growled as you gripped him again, slobering all over your chest. Beginning to smother himself in your breasts again, and positioning his legs so he could piston into you without needing to use his hands. He became a blubbering mess on top of you, he was losing himself in pleasure. Barely able to continue. He wanted you to be in charge, he felt so awkward above you now. “Do you want to ride?” he stopped, beginning to thrust inside of you slower.

“Sure, you getting tired?” you teased, kissing his jaw.

“Is that not what you want?” he frowned, looking at you. Thinking you didn’t want to do this anymore. You groomed through his hair, smiling at him gently.

“Just lay down.” You patted his chest, moving on top of him. Pulling his length out of you. Looking up at him as you prepared to sit down. Noticing his wide, and pure smile. Tomura was giddy, and ready. Eagerly rubbing his hands up and down your thighs, waiting for you to put it in again.

“You’re so handsome, Tomu. I’m so lucky.” You said quietly, reaching up to his face, and holding it in your palm. Pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. While using your other hand to put his length back inside of you. You mewled at the new feeling, gripping his shoulders in the process to steady yourself. The new position allowed you to pleasure yourself deeper, hitting you perfectly in that sweet gummy spot. He seemed to like this noise from you, rutting his hips up to see if he could please you even more. Which made you let out a high pitched moan, throwing your head back as the two of you rode yourselves in pleasure. Tomura placed his hands on your hips as he steadily began to grind into you. Making sure he didn’t lose his grip, or his pace.

Your back arched, you moved your arms to the skin on his thighs. Gripping on to his body to stabilize yourself. “Ugh fuck, you’re so big. I can’t-I can’t even... gah.”

As the sex continued, Tomura watched in awe as you were driving yourself stupid with pleasure. Mewling, moaning, and digging little crescent moon shapes into his thighs. You were growing louder every second that was passing, your tight little cunny milking him for all he was worth. He honestly didn’t know how he was going to last with all of this. Not only with how close he was getting, but the way you looked, and sounded.

“You’re s-such a good boy Tomu.” you looked into his eyes, barely able to keep them open. Your mouth never closing, you continued to cry out.

“Ahh- I’m so close, please, can I cum? Please, oh- you feel so good. Mm, so good.” he moaned, moving his hands to your ass to play with the soft skin. “You feel so good mommy.” I didn’t mean to say that out loud, fucking hell, that’s embarrassing. She’s gonna hop off now.

But surprisingly, you didn’t. You leaned forward, a wicked smile on your face as you got inches between his face. “What was that, Tomu? Hmm?”

“N-Nothing.”

“Say it again.”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“It wasn’t embarrassing when you moaned it out to me. Go on, say it.”

“You feel so good m-mommy. I can’t--” he cried out, in pleasure and anxiety. Feeling absolutely ashamed of himself for calling you that, he wasn’t quite ready to out himself like this yet.

“You’re such a good boy for me Tomu, can you hold on a bit longer? I’m almost there.” you hips rolled to slow, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. “My baby boy.” you kissed his neck, letting your hips roll in the new position. He cried out, whimpering at his overstimulation.

“Nggh-- I feel so close, please.”

“One more second baby, just a little longer. I want to cum with you. Can you try with me?” he nodded, as your hips picked up in pace. Before pulling away from his body you kissed his lips. Moaning against them

Your hips began to slam into his. Causing the familiar coil in your stomach to grow, you were making the same sounds again, whimpering, and scratching at him. His hips began to slam against yours, trying to speed up the process, and he almost lost himself entirely in it. Your body was growing hotter, your legs were beginning to shake above him. Tomura could feel your cunt clenching around his pulsating cock, every time you’d clench he edged himself. But soon enough your moans became cries, and sobs. You held on to his shoulders again. “I-I’m ready, God you’re such a perfect boy. Cum inside of me. P-Please.” you begged. Whimpering loudly in the process, he pulled his hands to your back and slammed you against his chest. Digging his heels into the bed as he began to smash into your pussy. Squelching sounds were even louder, your pussy was practically drooling all over him, and the bed sheets at this point.

“Fuck- Fuck! Mommy I’m g.. gonna! F/n! Fuck!” he moaned beneath you. Ruthlessly pounding into you as finally your orgasm came out again. You let out another loud moan, this time it was lengthy and partly broken of his name. Tomura was overstimulating himself, he was cumming, and your cunt was tightly hold him in place. He felt as if his soul was being sucked right out of his dick. You were just that good.

After a while of catching your breaths, you slip him out of yourself. Laying your body on his chest. Looking up at him, his eyes were closed, and his eyebrows knitted tightly together, as he tried to relax himself down from his high. His hands still on your back, resting as if he couldn’t move them. You put your hand to his cheek, scooting up on his body to get eye level with him. He took a second before peaking his eyes open to look at you. Petting the top of your head with his hand. He didn’t smile, but something inside of his eyes looked so peaceful, and content. Like he could die right here, and he’d never regret it.

“You tired baby?” you asked him, flopping your head to the side to rest on his chest.

“I’ll be okay. Are you feeling tired?”

“Just relaxed more of, and a bit uhh... sticky.” you joked.

“You can shower, or take a bath if you want. I can even put your stuff in the washer if you’d like. Whatever you need.”

“Do you want to clean up with me?” you asked, pleading with those all too familiar heart wrenching eyes.

“Yeah. We can do that.”

For the next hour, you and Tomura bathed. Just cuddling together in the soapy water, your back against his chest. He held your breasts in his hands, nuzzling into your hair. You also washed each other with the lavender body soap his dad bought for him, insisting it could ‘soothe’ his skin. The only thing that really soothed his skin was you massaging his limbs as you worked the body soap over him. He never dreamed of doing anything like this with you, to him you were basically untouchable. But somehow within the same night, he got to cuddle you, kiss you, finger, you, and fuck you. He was over the moon, the happiest he had ever been in his entire life. In those moments, he felt what he described to be as pure bliss. Nothing in the world could be better than being with you so intimately. He wanted to be there forever, with you.

That night, you decided to stay over, and order take out. It was a perfect end, to a day that started out so horrendous. You even asked him to be your boyfriend! He was thriving!

Now his obsession with you was going full swing. He wanted you all to himself, as you slept in his bed that night, in his tee shirt, and in his arms, all he could think about was keeping you all to himself. He became unnecessarily angry any time your phone buzzed that night while you were dozing off in his hold. Who were they to keep texting you? Don’t they know you’re not theirs?! You were practically made for him, how could he not just want to lock you in his bedroom 24/7, and make sure no one else had access to you? You’re his now after all, you’re his property. He’s allowed to want to shield you from the world if he so pleases. You were all he thought about before, but now he couldn’t even shut his eyes without the image of you burned behind his eyelids. You didn’t even know what you were doing to him. To you, he was your innocent, cute little Tomu. So worthy of love, and so misunderstood. Completely harmless.

Oh, how naïve of you, sweet little F/n.

He was your first, and he would will kill anyone who tried to be your second, or your last.

He said he wanted more, and more, that’s exactly what he is going to take.

You’re his now.

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shortie-babe · 4 years

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Can you understand me now?

Dabi x f!reader

(fluff and nsfw)

warning: yandere habits, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome , slight hair pulling, violence.

summery: you wake up in a random cold room with a scary man who speaks Japanese which you dont understand. so he had to translate.

“静かに、甘いものすべて大丈夫!” a couple of minutes ago you woke up in a cold, isolated room. Not knowing where you are. You came to japan for a family vacation. Which was stupid because none of you knew an ounce of japanese.

I mean yes, you're a weeb and you know the basics but you don't know it enough to be fluent in it. But here you were in this room with no windows, only a big door with a guy sitting in front of you on his knees. He has burn scars covering most of his body with staples looking like they're holding them in place, he had black spikey hair, and turquoise eyes that looked like they pierced your soul. You were incredibly scared, You were shaking a lot. “シーッ、プリンセス” he furrowed his brows.

“P-please let m-me go..i won't tell anyone..i'll leave a stay silent i promise j-just let me go..” You were pleading at this point. Your cheeks were stained with your tears. Your kidnapper tried to wipe your cheeks but you jerked away. Which he understood, he understands the situation. He also thinks he's not the most appealing to the eyes, and can look quite scary.

“大丈夫、プリンセス。あなたは今安全です.” The man looks into your eyes. His eyes are very beautiful but you can't focus on that now. “Please j-just let me go..”

“あなたは私を理解できませんか？”

“Please, sir!”

The man stays silent. Then he speaks “don't know english.” you stop moving around. Still breathing heavy, but you stop moving around. You give the man a nod.

The strange man reaches for his phone in his back pocket. He sits on the floor while scrolling through the phone. You got curious, still terrified, But curious.

The guy puts the phone close to you and he hits a bottom.

“I’m sorry love, but you're staying here. I just want to protect you, you’re safe here. You’ll learn to love it and me soon. Like i love you”

Tears start rolling down your cheek.

“My names dabi.”

You start moving around again. “Stop.” dabi says but you don't listen. He says it again but stricter and you instantly stop.

“いい娘.” dabi gets up and pats your head before he leaves the room.

...2 weeks later…

It's been two weeks since dabi kidnapped you. You found out early on that no one was gonna look for you. And dabi has been using his time to learn english. You hated the room that dabi had you stay in. But you were being a good girl, so dabi gave you permission to move around the house he was staying at. You had no idea how he got the house, but at this point you don't care.

All you could think about was how you were gonna get out of there.

...2 month later…

You tried to escape once..never again. When you did escape dabi found you in the woods. The house was surrounded by trees. No neighbors in sight, but you thought you should at least try.

Yeah no..when he found you the punishment was horrible. He put you back in that cold isolated room. Then he broke your legs, he felt really bad about it but he had to. But he wrapped the leg up so it healed. He also left you there by yourself, The only time he'd come in the room was to give you food or give you a bath. He wouldn't talk to you and right after would just leave you again.

...3 weeks later...

You didn't want to be alone anymore, so you started begging dabi for attention..you weren't proud of it..but it was all you could do..you wanted dabi to talk to you, to show you affection,...to hold you…

...2 weeks later…

Dabi let you out of the room but he kept a tracker on you. You didn't mind, you just wanted dabi’s attention..you’d always pout when he had to leave. You wanted to help Dabi around the house but your leg was still broken. You couldn't move anywhere without dabis help. That just meant more time with him! Was this..Stockholm syndrome?

...another 2 weeks later…

Your leg was finally healed. You could move around the house now. You found some books. Dabi got upset when he got home. Not too upset, but upset to the point that he grabbed the book and threw it across the room.

“Dabi?-” you look at him confused.

He sits on the couch and grabs your hips to sit you on his lap. You go bright red and hide your face in the crook of his neck. “You need to ask me before you just grab stuff, love.” He says while licking and kissing your neck. You let out a tiny whine which turns him on. “D-da mm..-” you try to speak but can't from the embarrassment and pleasure.

He hums and grabs your ass. Which makes you yelp out. Then he grinds your clothed cunt on his bulge. Making you shake “I-i’m sorry..d-da..dabi..” He looks at you and sees you drooling. He puts his hand in your hair and pulls you to kiss him. His tongue is at your lips asking for entrance and you let him in. His tongue quickly dominated yours. You start grinding on him yourself, not knowing you were. You let out a moan, well a muffled moan. He pulls away from the kiss and leaves you whimpering.

“Greddy baby..my greddy baby.” he says while you shake in pleasure. “If my baby is so sorry, then show it.” you give him a slight nod. You unbutton his pants and pull the zipper down. You take out his cock. It was your first time seeing it..it was so long and thick..he had a jacob's ladder piercings..dabi could see the fear in your eyes. “Don't worry princess it’ll fit.” he says seductively. He wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your cheek. You give him a nod.

You spit in your hand and start to jerk him off. Small moans escape his mouth. “Stop with the teasing y/n.” he pulls you by your hair, you yelp and give him a nod. “Good girl.” he lets go of your hair.

You line his cock with your entrance. And slowly go down. Dabi lets out a ‘tch’ and pushes your hips on his cock. Taking his dick all in. you scream out. “Sorry princess, you were too slow. Now start moving.” You start moving your hips up and down. He didn't even let you get adjusted. You were feeling a mix of pleasure and pain. Dabi puts his hand on your clit and starts rubbing it. Your moaning got louder. You started feeling a knot in your stomach. Dabi could feel you clenching down on him.

“Gonna cum, baby?”he says slowing down the rubbing. Leaving you to whimper out a yes. “I’ll allow it this time, baby.” His rubbing gets faster and harder. You pick up the pace wanting to make him cum to. The room was filled with his and your moans. Good thing there were no neighbors around or else they would be annoyed. You kept getting closer and closer to your high, chasing it.

“Cum.”

And like that on command you came around his dick. He kept fucking you through your orgasm. And he ends up cumming too. You two started panting.

“D-da..dabii..”

“hm?

“I-i love you..” the color red makes way on your face.

“I love you two, princess.”

“だが”

“プリンセス、本当に終わったと思いましたか？”

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gyllousos · 3 years

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Warnings: Depression, masochists, language.

Dedicated to @the-grimm-writer

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Hannya despised hospitals. She hated the smell of disinfectant, the plain white walls decorated with awareness for the human body, as well as the chairs in the waiting room. Not that the one she was sitting in was uncomfortable, yet her ass felt like a pin cushion since she'd been in the thing for well over an hour and counting. Just ten minutes ago she had gone to the vending machine for a soda, downing the Sprite in one gulp.

She was still staring into the empty soda can as though it would refill with more of the carbonated beverage. Her thumb pressed into the side, crinkling the corner. Above her a TV played an old show, something about two children using their imagination to escape into a new world.

One where they forgot about all the bad stuff, even for a moment, a paradise for two. A haven. Thinking about that made a lump swell in Hannya's throat. She set her can onto a nearby table, curling her hands into her lap. A nail dug into the fabric of her leggings, she winced at the bruise there. It was still throbbing a week later, still sore. Her back arched from the cut diagonal cut, also a week old, but it didn't pulse like the thigh bruise did.

Her old cuts and bruises hurt most days, even though half of them were healed for weeks, despite their ugliness in the beginnings. She used to never recognize herself in the mirror after they fucked. Not screwed, but fucked until she lay beneath him unable to move, a quivering mess of orgasm.

God. She was truly sick.

She inhaled slowly through her nose. Hannya refused to cry in this place. One of the nurses had been looking at her so often, a pitying look in her eyes. Hannya avoided eye contact.

She knew that nurse too well, she'd nearly made a home here. But that was long ago. And the nurse, a petite brunette with gentle doe eyes was always so kind to her.

Vague flashes of Hannya in a room where she was monitored, wearing a gown, and counting the hours on the clock to her meds. No, she wasn't going down memory lane again.

What if she broke again? But not because of him.

Dabi.

ㅤHe twisted the fabric of her shirt, bunching tightly. There were tearing sounds. Fraying sounds. Dragging her to within inches of his leering, predatory smile.

ㅤHer shirt came away in a ribbon, leaving her in unkempt, scant rags. He sneered, pinching a nipple as her pert little breasts jiggled free. Dabi tweaked the nipple, and swatted her breast with an open-palmed slap.

Hannya let out a cry between a gasp and a moan.

Dabi clenched his fist around her throat, thrust his arm so she was pinned to the wall behind her. One hand constricted the air from her lungs, while the other twisted cruelly on the same nipple from before.

"Scared yet?"

"No."

ㅤㅤ"No need to lie."

ㅤHis other hand slipped low, her breast freed from his cruel touch only for his hot breath to caress it. Dabi sank teeth into her its supple flesh, snakelike tongue uncoiled to writhe slick against the nipple. His loose fingers delved between her thighs, groping a handful of her warm, tender sex.

ㅤHe didn’t need her to black out from the choking, but it was designed so that every throb of pleasure he squeezed into her body lightened her head. A cruel, sadistic practice to strangle every last drop of ecstasy, to send her spirit into heaven but her body to hell.

Dabi's fingers were long and defined, two sunken deep into the supple heat of her cunt. His pace, merciless. The villain ground the heel of his wrist firmly against her clit, assaulting every inch. He worked in and out of her with aggressive vigor, stirring up loud, sloppy noises from her.

She felt him adjust, she bit her lip from the harsh penetration when he slammed himself into her, those haunting blue eyes never leaving her face.

"You're mine, Hannya."

"I'm yours."

"If another man looks at you the way I look at you, or even thinks about fucking you, I'll split his goddamn skull."

Hannya snapped back to reality at the alert of her name being called. She remembered now that she had been called into the exam room for tests. The gown felt paper thin on her, exposing her to the nurse who held her clipboard in hand.

She hadn't commented on the palm bruise on her thigh or the cut on her back. Hannya was almost relieved her skin was back to semi-normal. It had been a long time since she last been here. How long ago?

Three years since her last attempt.

"You're doing well Hannya, much better since your last visit with us. You've been keeping up with all of your appointments, last time you were hear you had bad anemia and an infection. You bounced back like a champ. "

Hannya smiled faintly. The plump old woman reminded her of a doting grandma.

"Your appetite back to normal?"

"Yes ma'm. Everything is good."

She tried best to hide the clip in her speech.

"Now that we're following up, I'd like to wait for the rest of your test results to come in."

Hannya hid her impatience, wishing time would go forward, she could grab her things and leave. Back to her home where she could close off the world. Block everyone out. Would Dabi be waiting for her? For once, she didn't want to see him. As much as their sadistic games were fun time both of them, she just didn't have the desire. No other man could get her off the way Dabi did.

Lately, she dreaded seeing him propped in her couch, or getting a text from him. She could damn near feel him without him being near. A moment later, when the same woman poked her head in, Hannya actually beamed.

The door closed behind her.

That's when Hannya left the hospital in a daze, barely clutching her phone and purse, she didn't even know she drove home until she parked in the driveway. Turning off the engine, she sat in stunned silence, her knuckles tight onto the steering wheel.

God, she just wanted to turn back time to the last month, the last year, erase everything. She was numb enough as is and she hoped Dabi wasn't waiting on her. She just couldn't take it right now.

“No,” she said, barely audible. The nurse's words echoing in her ears once more.

A sob escaped her. She dragged herself out of her vehicle, barely registering her feet moving towards her home, inside of her apartment. She locked the door behind her. And didn't have to look around to see a tall man with spiked dark hair and a smile that gave her goosebumps.

"Dabi..."

"Miss me?"

Her legs felt like jelly. Her heart was being so fast she feared it rip itself through her chest. Hannya's knees shook, and her heart hammered in my chest. She felt like she was already walled in, and she didn’t even know it.

“I wish I’d never met you,” she said, almost whispering.

He stopped, his boots creaking the wooden floor under him. “Believe me, girl, the feeling is fucking mutual.”

No arguments, no shouting, no cursing even though she wanted to spew a blue streak at him. Eventually she fell onto her knees, the metallic clink of a belt and a zipper being pulled down; she parted her lips for Dabi's cock already slick with precum. She swallowed him into the back of her throat.

"Good girl," he praised her, stroking the back of her head.

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Hannya hadn't seen Dabi since that day, what felt like over a month had turned into sixteen months. As much as she didn't care, she ached for him, and not in the sexual sense. She truly yearned for his company if she could actually believe it. Just what happened to him after that?

No texts, no calls. No sudden appearing without warning. Poof! He never told her he was leaving. Then again he never told her a lot of anything. Hannya often dreamt of him, as the little boy named Touya. The same boy who came crying to her in the catacombs and she to him. Two kids yearning for a place in the world.

She hadn't given up hope she'd see him again, if ever. Hannya swiped her fingers across her phone screen, tucking her device back into her pocket, her blue eyes swiveled up the moon, an ache swelling in her chest.

"I'm losing it..." She mumbled, proceeding to walk. She was patting her pockets for her car keys when a hand snaked its way around her forearm, dragging her into a brick corner, pinning her against a wall.

She couldn't scream because of the stranger's hand covering her mouth. Her eyes doubled in size, his sinister smirk making her skin flush.

Touya!

"Dabi." It came out as a muffle.

"Like you've seen a ghost," he sneered, letting her go.

"For a minute I thought I did..." She whispered.

His eyes raked over her outfit, eyes narrowing in on her chest. He sure knew how to make her vulnerable, naked without undressing her. So he hadn't left after all. Was he hiding from her?

He was never far to begin with. Something told her this wasn't a social visit, she needed to get home before she did something like kiss him. He'd take her right here in public. Wouldn't be the first time.

"I was looking for you, " she said.

"Is that a fact?" His voice was utterly emotionless. Not the least bit of warmth.

"I suppose I was looking for you, too. You made a big mistake Hannya."

The way he said it made Hannya scoot an inch from him.

"What are you talking about?" Hannya remained composed, furrowing her dark brows. Dabi only advanced.

"Telling lies, keeping secrets. It was all gonna come out eventually, you just should have been more careful."

"Dabi..." He chuckled, one hand stuffed in his jacket pocket.

"I...I meant to find you...I was looking for my family."

Dabi almost laughed, shaking his head slightly.

"You were looking for a family, huh? One could argue it's my family you’re looking for right? How are my baby boy and girl by the way? Got my eyes don't they?"

All the color drained from Hannya's face.

A glimpse into memory had her back in the exam room months ago.

"We ran more tests Hannya. Your bloodwork shows you’re also pregnant, a little over eight weeks along. Congratulations.”

Why couldn't the Earth just swallow her whole now? There's no way he could have known. No she wouldn't have told him right away, if at all. He wouldn't have been a great father. When she was told she was pregnant Hannya wanted to cry, scream, break something or even someone. The last thing she had ever wanted inflicted on her had happened, she was in such hysterics she nearly fainted.

Why couldn't it have been anyone but him? The raw cry she let out. She imagined life with two tiny humans, ones she could give unconditional love to. Innocent souls. Her twins. She knew she was going to keep them, her darling babies. How she tried to keep them from Dabi and now...

"You knew...how long..."

"Does it matter? You honestly didn't think you could hide them from me forever Hannya. You should know better than that." His voice was almost a taunt.

"Try keeping them away from me, if you so much as leave with them I'll burn everything down in my path, everyone, to get what I want."

It was like a slap in the face. He wouldn't? Right? No, he had no rights towards their children. Her children. As far as Hannya knew Dabi was just the sperm donor.

Hannya scowled.

Dabi smirked.

He was right, the twins got his eyes alright.

Still advancing, Dabi pinned Hannya to the rough brick wall, his nose level with hers. He didn't want to admit he missed his little devil. He had to resist the urge to to tear off her clothing and fuck her until she was begging him to stop. God, her scent. She couldn't have been more beautiful, plump lips, inviting breasts, fair skin he wanted to mark again.

"I'll be watching you and our children, doll. Who would have thought..."

He gripped her oncoming wrist from slapping him. Should he break it? No. Some other time. He released her, backing up to give her space, almost yearning for the closeness again. No more talk, he left quietly as he came. He heard the faint falling of Hannya on her knees, cursing him to hell and back.

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nokiawrites · 4 years

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Don't move(Shigaraki x Reader) [preview]

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Summary:

On the run from a man who claims you as his. But that's not your biggest problem. Your 7 months pregnant with the wrong man's baby. What will Dabi do when he finds out that the baby he's been told was his for the past couple of months isn't his. But instead the man he works with. How will he react when he realizes shigaraki has put a life long claim on you. Seems like you get the short end of the stick.

#Shigaraki x Reader #Shigaraki #Dabi x Reader #Bnha #Bnha dabi #Mha #Bnha shigaraki #Yandere shigaraki #Bnha fan fiction

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kattodoroki · 5 years

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vines. (Bakugou x Reader)

/sorry updates are taking forever! gonna be doing requests soon! likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated. thanks for reading <3/

You worked at the local flower shop and Bakugou can’t seem to stay away.

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Bakugou hated when March rolled around, especially March 15th, being his father’s birthday. He didn’t hate his parents but he hated being bothered by them, and this particular situation bothered him. He got his dad the same thing every year since grade school, his mother insisting that he’d get them for his father, she’d give Katsuki money and he would go out and get them. However; being his first year at UA he opposed to getting his father something this year, he had a reputation to uphold. There was no way he was going to buy red carnations for his dad this year, he refused to let his classmates see him with a bouquet of flowers. He felt conflicted, he didn’t want to make his mom mad and yell at him about not getting his father anything for his birthday, and he didn’t want his father to get upset that he broke the tradition, no matter how much Katsuki hated it, he knew his father liked his present and he didn’t want to disappoint.

Bakugou sighed, listening to Kirishima go on about his weekend and wanting to do something with him, “No, I’m not going out.”

Kirishima stopped talking and looked at Bakugou, frowning, “Why not? We can just go after school?”

“No, I have something to do after school.” Bakugou barked.

Kirishima smiled, “Sure dude, whatever you say.”

Kirishima turned around, deciding to ask other people to hang out, Bakugou sighed in relief, there was no way people were going to know he was getting flowers. He was dreading last period, wishing his father’s birthday was far away from this weekend, wishing he got his father something else all those years ago. Bakugou looked around the room, making sure that no one was watching him pull out his phone. He opened an app for directions and searched for the nearest floral shop. Five miles, Bakugou nodded and locked his phone, now looking up around the classroom. His dad’s birthday was Saturday and it was only Friday so he would have to keep the flowers at his house overnight… and bring them into the dorm. His hands got clammy in nervousness about the whole situation, there was no way he could sneak them into the dorm without anyone seeing and asking questions. He pulled the sleeves on his sweatshirt, trying to calm down, balling the ends of his sleeves in his fists.

Bakugou huffed when the bell rang and sprang out of his seat. He threw his bag over his shoulder and got out of the door as fast as he could, wanting to stop at his dorm before he left for the flower shop. He sighed in relief when he finally got to his dorm, opening the door and closing it with a slam, now throwing his bag to the ground and flopping down on his bed. Groaning he unlocked his phone and typed in the address, needing directions on how to get there.

He picked himself up, opened the door and looked around to make sure no one was in the hallway to question him. He slid outside, making his way to the staircase, always checking to see if anyone was in his way, not feeling like explaining himself or coming up with an excuse.

Thankfully no one was in the main loft as he made his way out of the entrance of the dorm, making sure he had his wallet and his phone for directions before he left the actual property of UA. He started for the nearest train station, he refused to walk five miles since training tired him out earlier that day. Bakugou put his earbuds in, wanting music to distract him from the embarrassing task he was set out to do. He turned on one of his favorite playlists, an English one, and he was glad he could understand. His pace quickened with the beat of ‘Hold The Line’ By Toto, now really getting into the song. The train ride was silent, sitting down finally catching his breath from all the fast walking he was doing. The train ride was short, only getting halfway through ‘Build Me Up Buttercup’ by The Foundations. He wiped the sweat from his hands onto his shorts, trying to calm his nerves, he knew that no one he knew would be there but the small voice in his head screamed at him otherwise.

He left the train station and pulled out his phone, now not really knowing where he was going. He read the directions and started walking, looking up once every two minutes to make sure he wasn’t going to bump into anyone and blow up on them. Once his phone told him he arrived at his destination he locked it and slid it into his pocket, now looking up at the little flower shop. He sighed and went inside, not really knowing what to expect.

He couldn’t hear the ding of the door as he opened it, but you did. You bounced your way to the front of the store, having to greet yet another customer. You stopped when you saw him, he was cute. You tried your hardest not to blush, swallowing your nervousness down you had to remember that you were at work and he was just another customer.

You smiled, “Hello, is there anything I can help you find?”

Bakugou stared at you, watching your mouth move, but he had no clue what you were saying. He felt stupid, his face turned a slight pink since he couldn’t understand you. He ripped one of the earbuds out of his ears, so he could understand you.

“I’m sorry?” He choked out.

You giggled, “I said, is there anything I could help you find?”

Bakugou huffed, trying to push his thoughts away, not wanting to allow himself to find you cute. He wanted to deny your offer, offended that he would need help with anything, but he was at a loss here and didn’t want to be here long.

You giggled again before he could say anything, “My Girl? I don’t see you as the type to like The Temptations…”

Bakugou looked at you wide-eyed, “Excuse me?”

You laughed, now clutching the apron you were wearing that was apart of your uniform, “Your music.” You felt your cheeks hurt, this was getting too good. You never felt like this around a customer, it almost felt wrong.

His eye twitched, “Oh…” Bakugou quickly paused the song, “It’s… a good song.”

You nodded and smiled, Bakugou felt his cheeks heat up again and he had to wipe his hands on his shorts again, feeling like it's becoming a habit. He never felt this way near someone, let alone a stranger.

“So,” You started, “What did you need help with?”

He looked at you for a second, soaking in your features. Taking in the way your apron was tight around your body, really giving him a good look your body, how your face was a perfect match made his mouth water. He swallowed, now looking at the floor to avoid awkward eye contact.

“Um, Carnations…” He whispered.

You smiled again, getting excited to show him where they were, “Oh! They are over here, follow me!” You lead him near the back of the shop, making quick turns through the aisles of varies flowers. You stopped in front of the Carnations, showing off all the colors the shop had. Bakugou eyes them, even though he already knew what color he needed.

He looked at you; you weren’t looked at him but at all the Carnations, smiling, like you were proud of them. Bakugou’s heart swelled and he hated it. He wanted to punch Cupid for hitting him with the ‘love arrow’.

Bakugou grumbled, “Thanks.” He turned towards the flowers, placing his hand on his chin as if he was thinking which one he should get.

“Did you know what color you were looking for?” You asked hopefully.

Bakugou nodded, picking up the red bouquet of Carnations. “Oh red! A lovely color!” You said excitingly, “Are you ready to check out?”

Bakugou looked you up and down, “Yeah.” He said trying to sound uninterested.

You nodded with a smile and lead him to the cash registers, now ringing up the bouquet. You told him the total and he got out his phone and placed it on the table, and then took out his wallet. He gave you the money and you eyed his phone when it lit up, not wanting to be nosy you took the money and punched the number into the machine, it opened and you counted out his change. You smiled and handed it to him, he didn’t smile back but that didn’t bother you.

“Next time maybe you can show me your playlist!” You said, following him back to the door of the shop.

“Yeah, maybe.” He breathed, now opening the door, leaving you inside the shop. You gave a small wave that he didn’t see, sighing in content, now going back to tend to the flowers.

Thankfully, no one saw him enter the dorms with the flowers, peacefully making his way to his room and finding a nice vase his father would appreciate. He arranged the flowers, wanting them to look nice, hating for it to be half-assed. He thought back to you, how nice you were, how you didn’t make fun of his choice in songs… how you told him next time you wanted to see his playlist. How embarrassing. Maybe he should blow up the flower shop; not when you would be there though, he didn’t want to hurt you. What. Hurt you? Fuck. He was fucked.

He went to sleep to forget about it, hating the fact that every second of his thoughts went back to you. When he awoke, he got dressed quickly and grabbed all his things so he could make his way to his parent's house, not forgetting to grab the vase. When he got to his parent’s house to celebrate his parents were very happy and his mom was satisfied with how the bouquet turned out. Bakugou was pleased when his dad thanked him, happy that his son continued the tradition. That night Bakugou made his way back to the dorm, still thinking back to the afternoon with you at the flower shop. Maybe... it wouldn’t hurt to go back tomorrow morning.

Bakugou couldn’t believe himself, he really got out of bed and dragged himself to this godforsaken place. He didn’t even care that much, in fact, he hated... hated you especially. He sighed, now opening the door, he could finally hear the dinging noise. You smiled, pausing your task and making your way to the front, ready to greet your customer. Your smile got even bigger when you noticed it was the cute guy from two days ago, not forgetting about him in the slightest.

“It’s you again!” You almost squealed.

Bakugou nodded his head awkwardly; Maybe this was a bad idea.

“Is there anything I can help you find?” You asked.

He scratched the back of his neck, “Well… What do you suggest?”

You almost jumped with excitement and Bakugou had to stop himself from saying ‘Cute’ out loud.

“Well, my favorites are the Peonies and Pansies, although we don’t have pansies you can grow your own because we have seeds… I also love Marigolds” You rambled, walking around to show Bakugou your favorites.

“Wait,” You stopped, “What’s your name?” You turned to him.

“Um… Bakugou… Katsuki.”

You nodded and looked down, “I apologize I shouldn’t have been so forward with a customer.”

“It's.... fine…” Bakugou eyed your name tag, “... Y/N” He shifted awkwardly.

You looked up at him when he said your name, glad that he wasn’t angry at you for asking his name.

“It’s nice to meet you Bakugou!” You smiled, walking around to show him more flowers, “I also like these roses!” You showed off all the different colored roses, “The pink ones are my favorite.”

“I’ll take a bouquet of those.” Bakugou belted.

You giggled and picked them up, “Is that all you wanted?”

Bakugou nodded, his cheeks now matching the roses. You lead him to the register, having him follow behind you.

You rang him up in silence, glancing up at him for a second to note at his handsome features, blushing slightly when he smirked down at you. You handed him his change and followed him to the door again, giving him a small wave as he opened the door and let it fall, closing… leaving you behind.

Shit. Bakugou was in deep. He stared into his mirror after practice, the sweat glistening off of his body. He glanced over to the pink roses sitting in a cup of water that he got from the kitchen, and thankfully no one was around the catch him. He looked back to the mirror and pointed at himself, “Stop… Stop this right now asshole.” After a second he sighed and got up, now climbing into bed, wanting to be well-rested for school tomorrow.

He woke up in a cold sweat to his alarm blasting nonsense, he quickly turned it off and rolled around, now groaning that he had to actually get up. He rubbed his eyes, now in a sitting position. He stood up and started dressing for school, already wanting the day to be over.

Sitting in his last period class, five minutes till the end of it; Unless the dumb professor had them stay later, but Bakugou prayed that wouldn’t happen. Kirishima had asked him what he was doing after class but Bakugou blew him off, saying that he had studying to do. Recently he’d been reading about different types of flowers, wanting to know more since you’ve peaked his interests. Was he really going to risk going to see you? What if you found him creepy? No, he noticed the way you looked at him, he smirked to himself, you liked him. He was confident, he wasn’t bad at anything, maybe a little awkward around you, but he knew you found him interesting.

When the class finally ended, Bakugou hurried to leave, grabbing his bag and heading for the door. He didn’t bother to go back to his dorm, he had everything he needed. Satisfied, he made his way to the station, blasting ‘Don’t Stop Me Now’ by Queen.

He took out his earbud and opened the door to the shop, now hearing the bell. You lifted your head and stopped tending to the flowers, now dusting yourself off and made your way to the front.

“Bakugou! Hey! What brings you here today?” You smiled at him, your new friend.

“Um... “ Bakugou didn’t think this far into his plan, “I forgot to show you my playlist… I also need more flowers.”

Your mouth made an O shape, “I was just kidding about the playlist! What flowers were you wanting?”

“Uh, Marigolds,” He said, saying a flower he knew you liked, hating himself that he remembered.

You smiled, now leading him to the spot where the Marigolds were, “What color did you want?”

“I’ll take one of every.” You eyed him and grabbed all the different colored bouquets.

“You really like flowers huh?” You laughed.

“Sure,” Bakugou said bluntly, “You could say that.”

He eyed you while you rang him up, “What’s your phone number?” Your head snapped up to look at him in surprise, “So I can send you the playlist.” He said slightly annoyed.

“Oh.” You wrote it on the receipt and handed it to him, and like clockwork, you followed him to the front and sent him off. Giving him the small wave, watching him leave you behind yet again. You smiled to yourself, you liked him but now you were sure that he liked you. Your phone buzzed and you got it out, opening the text from an unknown number, containing a link made by your friend Bakugou.

Bakugou sighed, looking around the main loft to see if anyone was there. He ran through the loft, careful not to mess up his flowers. He opened the door to his dorm and slid inside, trying to hide the flowers from anyone else’s sights. He made up vases from cups of water and carefully placed the bouquets in there designated cups. His focus was broken when there was a knock at the door, he wasn’t expecting anyone. He made his way to the door and opened it to a crack. Kirishima.

“Hey bro! What are you up to?” His friend said excitingly.

“Nothing. Go away.” Bakugou groaned.

“Wait. You’ve been so m.i.a. lately.” Kirishima said defeated.

Bakugou sighed, “Hold on, let me get my fucking coat.”

“Can I use your charger real quick?” Kirishima asked, placing his hand on his friend's door, trying to open it wider.

Before Bakugou could protest Kirishima had managed to pry the door open, now he could see everything.

Kirishima laughed and Bakugou wanted to kill his friend, “What’s with all these?” Kirishima laughed gesturing to all the flowers that adorned Bakugou’s room, now walking inside his friend’s dorm and grabbing the charger.

“Shut. Up.” Bakugou seethed.

Kirishima laughed harder, “Okay, Okay.” He got up, “Let’s just go.”

Bakugou sighed and followed his friend out the door, now following him outside of the dorms. Bakugou opened his phone and saw that you read his message but didn’t say anything, he wondered if he should talk to you. He huffed and locked his phone and looked up at Kirishima who was eating his dinner contently. He looked down at his phone and unlocked it, now sending you a message. He locked his phone, nervous that he finally texted you.

You felt a buzz in your pocket, you opened your open and saw a text from Bakugou. Your heart race sped up, “Did you like the playlist?” You read out loud. You giggled, now texting back about how much you loved it, and he replied back immediately. This went on for quite some time, lasting all the way to the time when you clocked out and went home and to bedtime. You felt crazy smiling at your phone, laying in bed, texting someone you just met, but Bakugou didn’t seem to mind too much when he had asked you to dinner. You felt ecstatic, texting back almost immediately to confirm that you would love to meet him for dinner. You both agreed that tomorrow afternoon would work best since you didn’t work and he didn’t have any training to do. You were nervous but excited to see him outside of your work, able to have a real conversation. You said your good nights and finally fell asleep.

You awoke when the sunlight started pooling into your room, now excited to get ready for school, you had something to look forward to later. When school was over you made your way to the flower shop, greeting your co-workers and grabbing a color bouquet full of your favorite flowers.

“What are you up to tonight? You look nice.” Your co-worker said, now ringing you up.

You giggled, “I have a date tonight!”

She smiled at you, “Wow, well, good luck!” She handed you your bouquet and change and sent you on your way.

You smiled the whole way there, basically skipping with delight, thankful that the restaurant wasn’t too far of a walk. When you got there you texted Bakugou and stated that you were outside, you smoothed out your clothes and fixed your hair, not wanting to look like a mess in front of your handsome date. You noted that ‘My Girl’ by The Temptations was playing overhead outside, you smiled knowing that Bakugou liked this song.

Your smile widened when he came outside to get you, you opened your mouth to greet him but he cut you off with a laugh, “Well, this is awkward.”

You gave him a confused look, and he glanced down to his hands holding the same bouquet you were holding for him.

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asimpfor2dcharacter · 3 years

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Your Name by pinkphobia

Ao3

Y/n skips work for the night and goes to the club instead. But, who is the man staring at her at the bar?

Persistent Dreams by MissCupcake908

Ao3

He looks at you up and down, before smirking and stepping away from your personal space. He stuffs his hands in his pockets, chuckling lightly. "Sorry about that, didn't mean to scare you." He winked, offering you a friendly smile.

Looking at the stack of papers he quirks a brow, before making eye contact with you again. "So what brings you around here hm? You seem to be... lost?" He looks smug as hell, golden eyes looking right into your soul, sending a shiver down your spine.

You swallow thickly. Of all of the ways you thought of meeting the number three hero -on the medical floor of an agency- hadn't really crossed your mind, astonishingly. "Um, yeah." You let out a short breathless laugh, feeling your wings begin to ruffle up on their on accord.

Y/N, also known as Soarin, spends most days working at an agency as a healer, training with her mentor, and going out on night patrols. That is, until she begins having dreams about a certain pro hero; Hawks.

An unknown woman for a simple man by levisgf ( yandere theme read the tags carefully)

Ao3

There wasn’t much to say, just casual sex, one that was rough, even passionate sometimes, but perfect to take whatever that was bothering you off your mind. Stress? No problem, everything was going to be solved in a couple of hours. Momentarily? Yeah of course but it worked for you. And for him too.

Unfortunate Future by HorizonDemise (RedVelvetDemise) ( yandere theme read the tags carefully)

Ao3

Pro heroes are supposed to stop the bad guys, right? So why didn't Hawks stop you when he saw you kill a guy? Why didn't he stop you after the second one? Third, fourth, fifth? He just keeps watching and he keeps planning. Biding his time, waiting to swoop in to grab you. After all, wouldn't you be the perfect companion? You need him! He's the only one that can keep you out of prison and the sooner you realize it, the sooner you accept it, the better off you'll be! Let's just hope this doesn't spiral out of control!

*An expansion of the yandere!Hawks route from my story "Defective", but written so anyone can read it!

Cardinal Sin by Chickeninthebathtub

Ao3

What most people don't know about Hawks, is that he isn't a hawk at all, He's a cardinal.

And cardinals court a mate in a very... particular way.

And now, he's courting YOU.

Welcome to Spring ;)

Ongoing with daily updates

yes, I did say daily.

#yandere hawks #yandere keigo #keigo takami #boku no hero x reader #boku no hero imagines #boku no academia #boku no hero headcanons #boku no hero fanfic #keigo x you #takami keigo x reader #takami keigo x y/n

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mangospams · 3 years

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Ok, so like this is a bit long but bare with me:

Yandere!Dabi who thought that live was just some straight-up bullshit that people talked about , that all of it was just lust and who never ever had time for that.

Yandere!Dabi who is also virgin!dabi, and thinks- no knows that no one would ever want him, because whenever he looks at his scars, he thinks that they are hideous, that it is disgusting, that the only thing that keeps him from falling apart are those cheap ass staples that aren’t properly put together, that he applied when he run away from home with barely any experience of the outside world, that wherever he goes the smell of burnt skin follows, because that what he knows its true, what he believes is true, what he was taught from that sperm donor who dares call himself a father- a hero.

Yandere!Dabi who knows that he don’t deserve anything, that he is too selfish to know or care about anyone or anything but his goal.

Yandere!dabi who expects you to scream, sneer in disgust or anything when you bump into him in an alleyway all bloodied up from a son of a bitch that managed to tear away his staples, that expect you to scream bloody murder about the big bad villain, that expect you to call the police, or a hero— anyone.

But instead, you fuss around in your bag for some alcohol and bandages, that you—are his biggest fan ( simp ) from the real world, that you weren’t granted the gift of a quirk when you were transported into this world, that you didn’t want to— promised yourself that you won’t interfere with the story-line— but how could you?

How could you leave the one person ( fictional or not ) that helped you through rough times, when things got too tense, when things became too overwhelming, with school, work, and with c0vid, when your parents were being too much of an assholes, when that one toxic friend became too much and you had to cut them off?

When you had cried, sobbed, at his past? When you felt your heart and world tear apart for him? When you had admired him for oh so long? For all the shit that he went through? For all the shit that he had endured? For all the shit that he didn’t deserve?!

So, when you find him in an alleyway all alone and bloodied up, at the brink of death, you just HAD to help him, you banged him, and carried him to your house ( that maybe you didn’t have a quirk, but you had material arts, medical knowledge and a gun—lots of them ), helped him recover and nursed him to health.

And when yandere!dabi wakes up, to an unfamiliar ceiling, he is on edge, he is ready to blast whatever mf decided it was a good idea to kidnap him, but when he sees you—oh sweet innocent you on a chair nearby, sleeping soundly, eye-bags around your eyes, and he is the cause of that, that you nursed him to health, that the fresh pair of staples on his body feels less painful, and that the thing that sparked in his heart was unfamiliar— hope, faith, love?

He doesn’t know what to call it, but maybe just maybe there is a chance for him, and maybe just maybe that chance is with you…

-💅🏼

( sorry, this was long- its my first time writing this let alone sending it to someone, also English isn’t my first language, so I apologize for any errors )

Oh gosh this is so long, I wish I could respond to everything because I absolutely love this idea!!! I love the trope of the darling being from our world, being transported to the BNHA world 🥺🥺 ‘Because of his bleeding, he basically passed out before you could do anything. You just throw his arm around you and yours around him, trying to hobble back to your apartment. It takes a while though, considering your pulling Dabi with you

He wakes up, freaking out until he sees you. When it hits him that you helped him, he’s immediately in love. He’s never had anyone care about him before so know that you have? Oh he’s never letting you go

He actually picks you up of the chair your sleeping on, putting you into your bed. Definitely writes a tiny note for you when you wake up, it’s a tiny torn piece of paper that just says thank you and see you later on it

Also he’s never taking out the staples that you put in while nursing him. They don’t match his other ones but he doesn’t care. He’s not replacing them 💖

Also don’t worry about your grammar, darling, English isn’t my first language either. You did good, no need to apologize 🥺🥺🥺

#mango speaks #mango answers #🥭🥭🥭#💅🏼 anon #yandere dabi

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servingy-nneeds · 4 years

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MASTERLIST

Started December 16, 2020

Edited: February 22, 2021

BNHA

MIDORIYA IZUKU

SO has big breasts

Please don’t notice me! (YANDERE WARNING)

Taking care of them as a kid

KATSUKI BAKUGOU

SO has big breasts

Taking care of them as a kid

SHOUTO TODOROKI

SO has big breasts

TENYA IIDA

SO has big breasts

DENKI KAMINARI

It’s 2am texts

SO has big breasts

SO who has big butt and thighs

EIJIRO KIRISHIMA

It’s 2am texts

Terrible Fan fiction Troupes

HITOSHI SHINSO

It’s 2am texts

SO has big breast

TAMAKI AMAJIKI

SO has big breasts

SO who has big butt and thighs

PRO HERO

AIZAWA

It’s 2 am texts

SO has big breast

SO has big breast (Bonus Round)

Taking care of them as a kid

SO who is loosing hair

HAWKS

In a onesie

It’s 2 am texts

“It’s just a day right?” A Birthday Special

SO has big breast

SO has small breast

Please don’t notice me! PART 1 (YANDERE WARNING)

Please don’t notice me! PART 2 (YANDERE WARNING)

Taking care of them as a kid PART 1

Taking care of them as a kid PART 2

VILLAIN

DABI

It’s 2am texts

The morning after

SO has big breast

Taking care of them as a kid (SPOILER ALERT)

Terrible Fan fiction Troupes

SHIGARAKI TOMURA

It’s 2am texts

The morning after

SO has big breast

Taking care of them as a kid (SPOILER ALERT)

JIN BUBAIGAWARA (TWICE)

SO has big breast

SAKO ATSUHIRO (MR. COMPRESS)

SO has big breast

KUROGIRI

Fluff Head canons

#masterlist #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #servingy/nneeds

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rinarecommends · 4 years

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Talented Ass Writers: Tumblr (1)

Talented Ass Writers.

As the fan-fiction connoisseur that I am, I see it only fitting that my first official post be a shout out to all the great writers that I’ve discovered, befriended, and thoroughly enjoyed since my arrival on the holy ground that is tumblr.

Now. I’m 22 years old, and I’ve read a lot of fan-fiction in my days, guys, so I’d like to think I know good quality material when I read it. I’ve even dabbled in the writing aspect of it, but we aren’t going to talk about that. I’m more of a reader than a writer, at least when creative writing is concerned. I have ideas, but I can never think them through to where I want them to end up, so alas, I read others works and immerse myself in worlds inside worlds.

For the past year or so, I’ve been heavy into the BNHA fandom, hence the name on my blog. My favorite character is Bakugou Katsuki. As if that wasn’t obvious, but I’m a fan-girl at heart, so I read on multiple platforms including: wattpad, quotev, ffnet, AO3, obscure websites that exist, and of course tumblr, and in this post and the parts that will come later, I will mention lots of authors from different platforms that I think people should know about, in my humble opinion.

I mainly read reader inserts or fics with OC’s, but I’m not going to say that there won’t be some character x character action because in the past, I’ve read plenty of those for several fandoms.

Without Further Ado, Welcome to My “Talented Ass Writers” List, or at least the first part of a yet to be determined number.

* denotes that the fic is NSFW

(Part 1) Tumblr:

@kingexpl0sionmurder - I had to start this list off with my main girl. Steff is not only a talented ass writer, but she’s also a great person and one of my close friends! She currently only has stories for BNHA characters including: Shinsou, Kaminari, Sero, and Todoroki. She writes NSFW and SFW, but she is a 18+ blog.

One of My Favorites: Missed Connection *

@pleasantanathema - This blog is strictly 18+ NSFW content, so this one is for all my deviants, like myself. She writes smut beautifully, and her writing is just amazing. I once requested her to write Jealous!Bakugou, and she delivered. She writes for Haikyuu and BNHA, so pick your poison, and I just want to add that she may or may not be one of the reasons that I thirst, occasionally, over Endeavor.

One of My Favorites: Encounter Series *

@ttetsuro - skyyyyyy! She’s so good!! You may have read her iconic hoof piece on her previous blog! She’s posted a couple of stories on this new blog, and she’s really great at writing! She’s also a genuine ass person, and one of the sweetest people I’ve ever met.

One of My Favorites: Backseat*

@bratwritings - Nat is super talented. Her blog is 18+. She has great creativity, and she is very descriptive in her writing. She writes for BNHA, and the characters she’s wrote for, I think she’s captured them very well!

One of My Favorites: Keeping it Professional*

@bakublossom - I recently discovered her blog! She does regular writings, but I discovered her with her SMAU! Her SMAU & fics are so good!

One of My Favorites: Apartment 204

@lady-bakuhoe - this list is far from complete, but I wanted to go ahead & put Jo on here. If you like to read Fanfiction, I’m sure you’ve stumbled upon one of Jo’s fics. SHE HAS SO MANY GOOOD ONES. I love her writing so much. She has a way with words, and I read a lot, honestly one of the best. She’s not currently writing, but I would definitely recommend checking out her stuff here or on AO3. 18+ only though.

One of My Favorites: I cant pick one. Literally read any of them.

@ikinabi - Red!! The Kiri Stan who made me also kinda thirst for Kirishima! She writes beautifully. I adore her as a writer & as a person! You won’t regret checking her out, especially if you live for kiri & his unbreakable form! 18+.

One of My Favorites: Power*

@gallickingun - Morgan not only writes for my angry boy baku, but she’s also writes (wrote?) for my asshole prince of all Saiyans that I love so dearly, and she’s good at it. That’s why she’s on the list, obviously. She writes smut, spice, fluff, ANGST (I’m still mad about that ending MORGAN 😂) & she does it beautifully. She’s also a really chill person, and you won’t regret checking her out. 18+

One of My Favorites: please, I beg of you.*

@league-of-thots - Jay’s blog is 18+, and she writes for several characters, including Hawks and Natsuo. She’s really good at smut, which I believe is slowly becoming a prerequisite for this list, and her writing, the not smutty parts, is also superb. She also throws in some kinks, and We all secretly like the kinky stuff, you can admit it to me.

One of My Favorites: How Much I Love You*

@rivendell101 - I feel like I keep saying things like “she’s so good,” but they wouldn’t be on this list if they weren’t good. I’m not normally into threesomes, okay, but after reading the way she wrote her todoxreaderxbaku ... I had a change of heart. Her fic is really well done, and I can’t wait to read more of her stuff! 18+.

One of My Favorites: Some like it Hot*

@ichor-and-symbiosis - Don’t get me wrong. I love my heroes, but this is one of my fave villain blogs, specifically Shigaraki. She totally writes for other characters including Heroes and other Villains, but she captures Tomura so well, and she has so many fics! If you want some five finger death punch, AKA Shigaraki, in your life, I would definitely check this blog out! 18+.

One of My Favorites: Mine*

@bnhabadass - Nora’s tumblr name fits her so well because she’s definitely a badass! She writes for a lot of BNHA characters, and her writing is really good! I’ve read some of her work, and I plan on reading more because I haven’t been disappointed yet! 18+.

One of My Favorites: Behind Tent Walls*

@burnedbyshoto - Lyssa! The Todoroki stan of Todoroki stans. She captures Shouto so well in her writing, and I’ve thoroughly enjoyed all of the fics that I’ve read by her. If you love a certain icy hot bastard, I think you’ll like her blog! 18+.

One of My Favorites: House-sitting and Concupiscence*

@cutesuki--bakugou - Sarah is so talented. She writes, obviosuly, but she also DRAWS, and in this house, we stan multi-talented queens. She drew me MMA bakugou, and I will forever be indebted to her, but that’s not why she’s on this list. She’s on here because she’s super great at writing, especially for Baku. She also has great xOC content, but she does xReader as well! 18+.

One of My Favorites: Frigid*

@todourouki - Despite the name, this blog writes for BNHA and Haikyuu! I am partial to the BNHA fandom because it has my angry boy in it, but I do like the Haikyuu fandom, and I feel like it’s growing very rapidly recently. I love this blog’s writing style, and the smut is great! 18+.

One of My Favorites: Studying, but make it Nude*

@ladyexplosionmurder - I’m sorry, but if you write good bakugou stories, you’ll probably end up on this list, or one of my future lists, and this blog writes good bakugou! They don’t have many stories yet, but I’ve really enjoyed what I’ve read so far. This is definitely a blog to watch!

One of My Favorites: Riled Up

@tomurasprincess - Mari writes more darker stuff, but she does it WELL. If you’re into Yandere and things that come with that, I highly suggest checking out her blog! You won’t regret it. 18+.

One of My Favorites: Explosive Consequences*

@hisoknen - Raph also dabbles in the dark arts of the BNHA Fandom, but she also does it beautifully. I highly recommend her as well. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed all of the fics that I’ve read that were written by her. I suggest checking this blog out. 18+.

One of My Favorites: Looking for Trouble*

@mrs-takami-keigo - Ari is a great person whom I connect on with love for an angry explosion boy and makeup and other things, and she’s also.... a great writer! I enjoy reading her fics, and I think others will as well. You should def check her out. 18+

One of My Favorites: Mesmerize*

Part 2 of the list is here

#bnha #rina recommends #my hero academia #bnha x reader #fanfic #what to read #you should trust me bc i know my stuff #I read way too much #so that i can save others time from reading trash #bakugou katsuki x reader #follow me for more #book recommendations #if you ever want a specific kind of story to read #send me an ask and i will give you a recommendation

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writinginthedarkwood · 5 years

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Yandere Himiko Toga x Shy Fem Reader: Anything for You.

Honestly this is pretty soft compared to some yandere pieces I’ve seen, but it took me forever to write and I’m proud of it! My requests are open!!

Warning: Smut, yandere

You get your coffee from the same place every morning. You’ve been enjoying a morning brew here for a couple months, you wake up, get dressed and bring a stack of papers to grade while you sip happily on your dark roast. You shifted uncomfortably in your chair, the past two day’s someone had already payed for your order by the time you got to the little shop.

She’d been staring at you with those bright eyes all morning. The beautiful blonde stirred sugar into her tea, she chewed on her lip while slowly circling the silver spoon around the rim of her cup, a little clink ringing out with every turn. You wanted to say something to her, but she couldn’t possibly have been the one to purchase your coffee... why would such a gorgeous woman want your attention?

You looked over at her again out of the corner of your eyes, she licked her lips after taking a short sip of her drink. She pointed a finger at you and curled it, motioning you to come to her table. You swallow hard and point to your chest. “Me?” You mouth silently to her.

A big smile spread over her lips, her Cheshire like grin sent your heart beating heavily, trying to jump out of your chest. You stood up and straightened out your pencil skirt, she looked up and down your body with obvious desire.

“Hi there cutie. Why don’t you come and sit with me?” She had a thick sweater on that’s long sleeves covered the better portion of her hands. Her long and dainty finger tips cupped the sides of her face as she leaned on her elbows. “Oh, uhm. Sure, let me grab my things.” You tried to straighten out the mess you had left on your table quickly, stuffing your students lab reports into your leather brief case.

You sat down in front of her and gave her a soft smile. “Did you need something miss?” You asked sweetly.

“I’ve been hoping to get your attention for a little bit now, but it looks like I needed a more direct approach to get your eyes out of all those papers.” A light blush sprinkled her cheeks and she bat her eyelashes at you. A blush covered your face, a bit more harshly than hers. “What did you need my attention for miss?”

She reached one hand out to touch your hand, her cold palm resting on top of your fingers. “Oh please darling, call me Himiko.” Her thumb rubbed light circles on your sensitive wrist. “I just really want to get to know you better. You’re so cute it’s annoying.”

The two of you talked for a little while, she asked a lot of questions about all the things you like, your family, your work. “But you look too young to be a professor...Especially something so science-y!” Her eyebrow raised when you told her you taught at a regular, non hero related university. “I guess that’s thanks to my quirk. I have heightened intelligence.” You looked down embarrassed, talking about your quirk made you insecure. Some people thought it was cheating that you moved through your education so quickly because of your quirk, it’s not your fault. “Wow you’d have to be super smart to teach what was it? Rocket science?” You think it’s cute how interested she is in your work and smile. “I teach astrophysics to graduates. It’s boring to most people, kids want to grow up and be hero’s, not scientists.”

Himiko rolled her eyes and made a gagging sound. “Well fuck that, people like you are the real hero’s. Educators are so underappreciated.” She dripped her words with honey, never taking her eyes off your face. “Did you go to school Himiko? I feel like we’re only talking about me.” You said with a small, nervous giggle. Himiko just shook her head with a grin. “I like talking about you! You’re so interesting Y/N.”

A brief intrusive thought interrupted your happiness. Who really is this woman? Why does she want to know so much about me? Himiko must have sensed your sudden hesitation. “It’s a bit embarrassing, but I didn’t ever finish school. I dropped out when I was really young.” She said with a light pout. “You’re so smart and cool, you don’t think any less of me now do you?” You squeezed her hand. “Of course not, are you doing any kind of work now?” Something flashed behind her eyes for a moment, a spark of something. Not many people can notice sudden bodily changes in other people, but you pick up on things other people might not. “I do odd jobs here and there. I have a friend who runs his own... business and I help him with that.” She bobbed her head up and down, satisfied with that answer.

“Himiko I’m going to ask you this in the most polite way I can...” You thought about a possible solution to why this gorgeous woman was vying for your attention so hard. She looked slightly nervous for a moment. “Are you a... sex worker...?”

You make quite a bit of money, it wasn’t impossible she had seen that magazine article about you that published recently.

Himiko burst into a fit of giggles, covering her mouth with her long sleeve. “No you goof! I’m just a normal, super cute girl. Most people don’t get what I do, so it’s easier to just say I help out my friends.” Your face burned red, horrified you’d even think to ask something like that. “I’m so sorry, if I have to be honest I’m not sure why you’d like me for anything other than my money.” Himiko stopped laughing and furrowed her brows. “Don’t even say that Y/N. For a smart girl, you’re kind of dumb.” She leaned in all the way across the table, putting her face right in front of yours. “I don’t think you’ve noticed, but you’re insanely hot. I can’t get your pretty little body out of my head.” She practically purred, either unaware of the other occupants in the shop that are starting to stare, or she didn’t care.

You thought about leaning in and planting a kiss on her when your alarm on your watch went off, telling you it was time to head to the university for your first class.

“Can I take you on a date Himiko?” You blurted out while quickly grabbing all of your things. The blonde stood up and happily clapped her hands together. “Really Y/N? A date??” She beamed, clasping her hands together and holding them by her face, leaning her head to the side with big puppy dog eyes. “That would make me the happiest girl in the world!” She gushed. You couldn’t help but display a big goofy grin on your face. “Okay then... here.” You handed her your phone and Himiko put her phone number in it. “Send me your address and I can pick you up!”

Himiko was quick on her feet, she never faltered with her excuses. You didn’t think twice when she suggested you met her downtown so that you two could have a nice walk together. You thought it was sweet, that she was an angel. How did you ever get so lucky? You walked to the campus in a daze. Her face was burned in the back of your eyelids. You daydreamed about the restaurant you wanted to treat her too. There’s that really fancy Italian place with the expensive wine... Oh no how about that steak house where they always bring something to the table? Your train of thought went along uninterrupted, you felt like you were floating just above the pavement.

Himiko snickered to herself. “This is just too easy...” She muttered under her breath. You never even turned to see if anyone was following you, you never did. She’d been watching you for months, even going as far as to pick through your things in your office while you were teaching. She’d been tempted to leave you little love notes, but no. She had to be careful, you’re just so shy. She would never want you to mistake her for some kind of stalker. She loved sitting in your classroom watching you teach. It was such a turn on to see that pretty face talk about all of that nerd stuff. Who would she be today? That one bitch always talked to you too long. Visiting your office hours and interrupting your lunch. Was she trying to move in on her darling? Himiko wasn’t going to let that ruin her mood. It’s not your fault you’re so perfect. “That bitch is going to get it...” She pictured your students contorted face in her head. The way she would scream as Himiko’s knife cut through her neck. She might even cut her enough that stupid girl would die, it’s not like anyone would miss her pathetic ass. Himiko watched you fumble to put your reading glasses on, you dropped the frames and they hit the side walk. “Is it me that has you so distracted baby? You silly girl...” She purred under her breath. You bent down to pick them up, a man walking by did a double take, leering at your ass as you bent down. Himiko rolled her eyes. Men can be so disgusting, they always disappoint her. Not you though, no your the first girl you ever made her feel this way. You care about her, you had too. Nobody could see through her disguises, but the way you looked her in the way while you spoke, it was like you knew you were looking into the eyes of your soul mate.

That pig walked down the street, Himiko stuck her foot out and tripped him. He tumbled forward and looked around to see who had the nerve to bother him with a scowel.

No one was around.

You pulled up the wrong slide show for your lecture. You started teaching the wrong chapter before one of your more participating students chimed in. You apologized and the right thing loaded on the board. “Doctor Y/L/N, you seem distracted. Something on your mind?” You liked all of your students. This girl was always chatty, and asked plenty of questions. However, this sentence sort of struck a cord with you. It seemed a bit out of character, she was always very shy and stuttered often, only daring to ever talk about the topic. You were too happy to think too much about it. “Oh I just had a really pleasant morning is all. Let’s get back to chapter 49.”

You rushed home and showered, blow drying your hair and trying to apply some makeup that didn’t make it look like you were trying too hard, where the hell is that lip gloss that’s clear? Your thoughts felt frantic. A message popped up on your phone letting you know that the car was here to pick you up and take you downtown. You shot yourself another glance in the mirror and took a deep breath. Your outfit was pretty cute, you sported your favorite outfit. A plain gray pencil skirt and a white blouse. You spiced things up with a platform heel, you grabbed your jacket and purse and rushed out the door.

“Wow Y/N that’s a fancy car!” Himiko stole your breath. You hardly made it out of the car before she hooked onto your arm, giving your upper arm a side squeeze. She was wearing a tight, strapless blood red dress with matching lipstick and heels. She let her long blonde hair down and had drawn on eyeliner that matched her cat like iris’. “Himiko you look beautiful.” You managed to stammer out. She bat her long lashes at you and tipped her head up to kiss your cheek. She left just a light peck on you, you blushed and touched your face. “So where are you taking me, sugar?” She looked around the plaza. Bright lights bounced off of her eyes as she drank up the sights, busy people rushing to the different shops and restaurants.

It’s been awhile sense Himiko has been able to walk freely in public. She usually stuck to the shadows, wearing another persons face constantly has helped her hide over the years. The last thing she would need is for someone to interrupt phase one of her master plan.

“I have the worst time making decisions... there’s a pretty popular place called Aragawa... and a restaurant that serves French food too.” You wanted to impress her, but you didn’t want to look like a show off. “Those places sound expensive Y/N! Are you sure?” She looked at you with complete adoration. You wondered how no one has ever treated her to something like this before. “Of course I’m sure... there’s something about you I can’t put my finger on, but I know your special Himiko.”

If only you knew.

You two settled on a pricey Italian restaurant, Himiko had never tried pasta like this before. The waiter brought red wine to the table, Himiko swirled her glass around and looked at you with a haze over her eyes. She licked her teeth and shifted on her side of the leather booth. “Is the wine okay Miko?” You had thought of calling each other cutsie names, she lovingly has called you darling all night. Things were moving quickly between you two, somehow everything you said she agreed with and loved too. You had the same favorite movie and T.V. shows, she listened to some of your obscure music choices and even understood some of your more nerdy references. It was like you two were made for each other.

“Hold out your hand under the table, darling.” She purred through ruby lips. “Uh-uh okay. You’re so silly-”

Your face burned bright red. She handed you a small amount of cloth. You looked at your hands, it was her black lacy thong. Thin enough you wouldn’t even call this suitable underwear... what would this even cover?

“How fast can that driver of yours come pick us up?” She hooked your ankle with her own foot and uncrossed your legs. “Slip yours off. I want them.” She gently commanded you. “My car can get here through traffic in probably a half an hour...” You started to text your driver when she snatched your phone out of your hand. “That’s too long. Let’s just walk...” She bit her bottom lip and ran her nails along your arm. “Waiter! I’ll be taking the check now...” The waiter nodded politely and headed for your table. “Your panties darling...” She said a bit more stern, but with a wicked smile on her face. You looked at the wait staff around and the small intimate gathering of people. You nervously shimmied out of your own pair, pulling it off of your ankles and handing it to Himiko. She studied them for a second a bit too close to the the lip of the table where people could see. She opened her small clutch and folded them up, stuffing them inside with no intention of ever giving them back.

The two of you walked hand in hand down the street. You told a joke and Himiko laughed so hard she had to stop walking for a minute.

“Well well well...” A dark voice called from behind. You jumped, knocked out of your trance. Himiko’s body went rigid. You turned to see who had called out to the two of you. “What are you ladies walking around so late for?” The man was covered in scars. It seemed like the majority of his body was burned, deep purple scars sat under his eyes and covered half of face and all of his neck. He leaned against the wall.

Is this a villain? You wanted to move and protect Himiko, but you stood frozen on the sidewalk. “Leave us alone.” Himiko said with a sickeningly sweet tone. “Can’t you see we’re busy here?” She almost sang.

“I can see a lot of things. Pretty interesting what I’m looking at actually.” He smirked, Himiko still stood with her back to him. Her shoulders were tense and she clenched both her hands into her fist.

Was he following me? The league was working the next city over, why would he follow me after I explicitly said I was busy? Himiko seethed. He’s going to mess everything up!

“H-himiko we should j-ust go.” You couldn’t help but cower a bit. His eyes were startling, they pierced through you. He pushed himself off of the wall and approached you two. He kept his shoulders slack and opened his arms wide. “Go? Aw come on don’t go, you two are pretty cute. Why don’t we all go somewhere and have a chat...” He stuck out his hand to touch you, it was like time was moving slowly, yet everything happened within just a few seconds. Himiko spun her heel, revealing that she had been carrying a knife that was strapped to her thigh. She grabbed the mans arm and threw him against the wall, she pressed her knife to his neck and smiled. “I said that we’re not interested. Get. Lost.”

The man just sighed and shrugged. “Alright fine. Message received.” Himiko dropped her fighting stance and the man started to turn on his heel. “Would be a shame if anyone else found out about this. Not my problem though.”

You had tears welled in your eyes. Himiko put the knife back into it’s holster and cradled your face. “Oh baby, baby girl don’t cry I’m so sorry!” She wiped a stray tear away from your face.

“I didn’t mean to-” Himiko was terrified she had blown this. She had one shot to get this perfect and her line of work always had a way to worm itself into her personal business. Before she could even muster up a type of explanation, you interrupted. “Himiko do you think that man is going to try and twist this date around in the tabloids as something wrong? He said he was going to tell others...” You had a well respected position, you’ve been published multiple times. You didn’t think you were a celebrity by any means, but you didn’t want anything to happen to your job if someone were to spread a rumor about you.

Himiko almost sighed in relief. She thought for sure you would put together that she knew the “stranger” but you hadn’t. It was like you were the smartest person in the world, except when it came to her.

Even plugging in her first name “Himiko” to google her criminal profile might pop up. “Everything will be perfectly fine honey. Let’s go back to your place and watch a movie.”

Himiko gasped when you opened the door to your apartment. It was immaculately clean, but that wasn’t what impressed her. It was high rise, the window was huge and slid open to a gorgeous balcony. It was a sizeable space with luxury furniture.

She stepped inside and twirled around. “Wow darling, it’s beautiful.” She instantly started playing with your things, picking up the magazines on your coffee table. Touching your nick nacks and studying them. Himiko was ecstatic, she’d been in here so many times while you slept. She hadn’t been able to go through a lot of your things, she was worried you would get mad that she messed up your organization. Now that you two are so much closer, she can finally take a look at all of the things that keep you busy when you aren’t studying or teaching. “It’s nothing special, I’m sure your place is nice too Miko.” She was touching a daisy you had in a modern looking vase, her look got a little distant for a moment. “Are you alright?” You stepped towards her and she flashed you a smile. “Of course! I have to travel for work a lot so I’m between places.” She looked around at the nice space around her. “I guess I’m just looking for some stability you know? It was nice when I was younger but I think I’m ready to settle down, you know?” You nodded your head and kissed her forehead. “That’s really mature. Life goes by so fast doesn’t it? My job has aged me so much.” She snuggled into your chest. “I think I’ve even seen a grey hair on my head...” Himiko giggled.

You showed Himiko around your place room by room. She lingered in your bedroom for a minute, she was resisting the urge to tear into your dressers and go through all of your clothes. She stood politely by your side, and when you opened the master bathroom she followed a few steps behind.

“It looks like a spa in here!” She was astonished. Your few makeup products were scattered on a large sink counter. You had a stand alone shower and a jacuzzi bathtub. She turned around and grabbed the collar of your blouse. “I have a naughty idea...” You could still smell the wine on her breath. She placed a sweet kiss on you and you couldn’t help but close your eyes and enjoy it for a moment. She pulled away, nibbling on your lip. “We should take a bath together.”

Both of you laid back while the jets massaged your bodies. Himiko playfully dumped almost the whole bottle of bubble bath into the water. You had your eyes closed, looking relaxed but truthfully you’ve never been more nervous. Himiko squealed when she saw you undress, gushing about how cute you are.

Her hand touched your thigh and your eyes shot open. She was staring at you intently. She pushed herself closer to you, her breasts pressed against your own. Himiko kissed your neck and you whimpered. “Oh cutie I want to make you purr so bad~” She nipped at your jaw and pressed her fingers around your hardened nipple.

The water sloshed around the rim of the tub, Himiko had you pressed against the porcelain wall, she held your leg in the hook of her arm. She rubbed herself against your throbbing pussy. She relentlessly caused friction on your swollen clit, you held onto the edge of the jacuzzi for stability. Himiko laughed between her own moans. “Your face is so cute. Cum for me baby please- I want to see the face you make when you cum.” She gasped and moaned wildly, she almost screamed, her noises becoming manic. You could hardly move, you hadn’t felt this type of stimulation before, it was almost too much. “I- I’m going to cum M-miko I can’t take it!” She moved her hips frantically and you spilled over the edge. You called her name out and she slowed down a bit, both of you were slightly out of breath. Himiko let your leg go and kissed you softly.

Himiko and you watched a horror movie in your bed. You snuggled under the blankets, Himiko picked the movie. It was sort of gory, you didn’t really like this sort of thing but for some reason it was one of Himiko’s favorites.

It’d been about two months. At this point, you two were together every day now. You’d meet for coffee before you went to work, and she’d come by your apartment at night for dinner. On the weekends the two of you took little day trips, Himiko hadn’t seen a lot of the major tourist places in your area which surprised you. She visited you at work a few times, she added an intense spice to your life. She practically threw you into your office during your lunch hour and ravaged you, clawing at you desperately. Every time the two of you were intimate she acted like you would slip through her fingers, she was wild and a delicious lover.

Himiko couldn’t be happier with how things were turning out. This was following her plan almost exactly, but she was running out of time. Dabi had done her a kindness by not mentioning you to anyone else. But it was a matter of time before she couldn’t make any excuses anymore. Other members were catching on that she was disappearing for long periods of time, that her loyalties were fading.

It was time for phase two of her plan.

“Himiko we have to talk about something serious.” You were shaking you were so nervous. Things were getting serious between you too, you didn’t want this to end. “What’s wrong my darling?” Himiko knew exactly what you were about to say, she calculated this down to the exact sentence. She knew you so well she knew you would be terrified to bring this up. “I got a really crazy job offer outside of the country.” Himiko had been practicing in the mirror what face she would make. A face of concern, but not too sad. “I can’t take it, it’s a ton of money and it’s the job of a lifetime... but...”

Come on just say it baby... Himiko was great at masking her excitement.

“I can’t take it. I love you, I know it’s kind of early but I love you so much. I can’t imagine leaving you here.”

Jackpot.

She gave you a moment to finish your piece, but she didn’t hesitate to gush about how much she loves you too.

“Y/N... I think you should take it.” She took your hand and smiled.

“Wh-what? I can’t leave you.” You thought for a moment. “Himiko I think that maybe, we should go. Together.”

Finally, her ticket out. A life on the run, a life underground was fun while it lasted but finally. She could have a family, a new life across the ocean. Nobody would know her name, she would be your trophy wife. One you could parade proudly at high profile events. More importantly, more than anything.

You would be all hers, she could give you all of her time.

You’d buy first class tickets under your name, she had already a fake passport. It was easy to black mail that stupid scientist in Switzerland, he lost his job and she sent in your application at the perfect time. If they hadn’t offered you the job she’d just keep going down the line, taking out anyone who stood in your way.

The minute she first saw you, she knew you two were meant to be together at all costs. Nothing mattered, but you two.

You two packed up everything in your apartment that week. You and Himiko bought matching rings, and matching cozy clothes to wear on the plane. Himiko had a head ache that day, she wore sunglasses on the plane and an oversized beanie. Poor thing wasn’t feeling great and stayed quiet for the long trip. She laid on your shoulder and you two cuddled the entire ride.

“I’m so happy Y/N, this is everything I could have ever dreamed of.”

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