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here for kiris part

Hi-hi! I've been thinking about this idea today, I don't know how much it counts as a thirst, but might spark something, so here you go~

So, how would yandere(s) of your personal choice(BNHA fandom) would react, when while they're sexually forcing themselves on their darling, she starts to kick, bite, spit, tremble, scream - doing literally anything to stop them from what they're doing.

Would they stop and apologize? Would they try to sooth them telling that it's gonna be ok? Would they threaten them that if they don't behave it'll be worse? Would they just sadistically enjoy the whole thing?

Thank you in advance if you decide to write this!

OH!!! And those ones aren't exactly that popular, but I'm INTO your yandere Kaminari&Kirishima. They're incredibly realistic(like they always remind me of stalking psychos from crime documentaries), reading whatever you do to them always gives me chills!

(it got long, ooop)

yandere ! BNHA imagines

goodiebag WARNINGS: nsfw, dubcon/noncon, coercion, misogyny, degradation, dumbification, fyi chose the misogynistic assholes, some cute and not so cute brat taming

TIP-JAR

We're talking about big strong men, fuelled by the idea of being a knight in shining armour for their damsel in distress. Heroes, rightful King's of society in their minds. Capable and manly, strong and dominant, in control and in charge, men of the house!

Can you feel the misogyny?

If their pretty little damsel, cute and small as she is, weak and frail and so adorably tiny beneath them, tries too fight them, tries to deny them what's so rightfully theirs, they're much more prone to laugh in their cute crybaby faces then stop.

Ditzy females have no right acting so tough, they should shut up and look pretty, moan in gratitude, get fucked with a smile on their face like happy little good girls.

But if the little brat doesn't know her place... the men will gladly remind her of it.

BAKUGO KATSUKI - KACHAN

"I thought you were smarter than this." He chastised, carrying her squirming worming body kicking and screaming, throwing her down on the bed where she continued to thrash like a wild animal, too panicked to be aiming properly yet managing to annoy him nonetheless like a bothersome mosquito unwilling to be thwarted and squished by his much bigger much meaner fists. "Guess I was wrong."

She sobbed as she roared, whining beneath him. Hair disheveled and sticking to her face in the wet of her teary cheeks.

Her fist flew again. And it wasn't though she could tell where she was aiming, but regardless of its efficiency Katsuki had had enough.

Small wrist caught in his fist, grip crushing until he was seconds away from hearing a sickening pop and feel her hand slack.

She stopped with a sharp gasp, breath caught in her throat before whimpering at the threat of the break, shuddering as she hiccuped beneath him, tripping on her own sobs, and he nearly felt bad as he looked down at her, into those swimming sparkly orbs and that hurt little face, this tiny thing he'd made the mistake of falling for, only for her to always test him like this.

"Try it, and see where it gets you."

His expression was dull, so was his voice, cold and steely, showing none of the turmoil within his head, upholding the strict stoic dominance he knew he couldn't give any leeway with, lest he wanted her to take advantage of him.

"Come on, try it." He pushed, knowing that being aggressive with her was the only way for him to make her back down. "I won't stop you."

He urged, looking at her other free hand, placed on his heart in a still effort at keeping him away, knowing that by giving her just a second worth of doubt on his part she'd have the small face of her hand planted sharply on his cheek in an instant.

"But..." He warned, eyes a vivid nearly bloodshot serious, as though they were having a staring-match. "I guarantee-" He spoke through grit teeth, leering down at her, his other hand coming to grip her face so she not look away, showing no hint of that mercy he usually would fold to. "You will regret it."

It was quiet. Still and bitingly freezing even with his hot muscles against her.

She whimpered, eyes red and puffy, lashes sticking together in herds, wet with tiny teary droplets, cheeks swelled, bloated and damp beneath his rough fingertips.

Her nose twitched along with the quivering of her mouth as she sighed out in defeat.

"I'm sorry..."

Breath hitching, sounding so feeble, almost enough to make him break character again.

"Smart move." His tone was brisk as he puffed the words onto her face, cold and domineering as always, making her feel so small and insignificant. "You gonna continue being a brat, n'make things difficult for me?" He questioned. "Or will you be good?"

She bit her lip, looking away from him, bashful as he forced her to her knees. Submissive eyes, adorably pitiful, wavered before sheepishly dragging themselves back to look up at him. "I'll be good."

He offered a tiny smile in the slight pull of his lips before he moved in, positioning the treacherous victorious smirk onto her tear-slicked pouty lips, giving her a sweet nearly sympathetic kiss.

"Smart girl."

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU - RED RIOT

"Funny little thing, aren't yah?" He chuckled, backing her up into the wall, stalking with his hands to his sides, trapping her. "We fightin' today?"

Tears streamed down her face in total contrast to his light-hearted tone. The smile stretched on his face just a bit too tight to be disarming.

"Alright, I'll play."

Then the mountain started creaking. The rattling roar of ivory like from some great monster, like thunder in the storm, or something much more sharp breaking into something that was even sharper, even less forgiving. Jagged, coarse, heavy and immovable, unbreakable, but made to break what stands in its way.

"Why so quiet all of a sudden? I thought you wanted to play?"

His voice is grating when in that form. The fans probably find it cool, charming even, but she can't help but feel as though she's being thrust off a cliffside, fragile body with frail bones dragged down the toothed mountain, only to be snagged on the spikes at the bottom of the ravine.

"You crying?"

She was. Hot and heavy rivers tumbling down her smooth cheeks as she closed her eyes out of fright.

"Aw, come on, is my Unbreakable that scary?"

It was.

Twice her size, walking saw-edged stone with the strength of not just any man, but Kirishima's years and years of religiously dedicated training, carving a man who values strength and toughness more than anything, who's only other value is to be the type of manly that has his girl under control.

"Babe, look at me." Voice soft like a breeze, like nothing was amiss, the very epitome of casual.

She'd turned to face the wall she'd been backed up into, head bowed with her forehead kissing the smooth cold surface, shoulders braced, hands curtaining her eyes as she sobbed, whole body jostling on the impact.

"Hey there, it's okay, it's just me."

She didn’t need to turn, but he was content either way with what he'd reduced the little thing to, shivering like a baby fawn before him, fully reminded of her place.

"Don't cry, babe, I got you."

The feeling of a warm set of hands plant themselves firmly on her hips had her jolt, his chin following shortly, laying to rest in the nook of her neck, gently pulling her back, swaying her body against his. Ass flush to his crotch, he made sure to grind into her hard enough so that she could feel him twitching inside his boxers.

Body, though still hard with muscle, was thankfully not as rough as rock any longer.

"I promise to be nice if you promise to be too." He whispered, his breath hot when running down along her neck as his teeth, sharp like a great white's, mockingly graced against her throat. "Can you do that for me, babe?"

She sniffled, nodding, breath stumbling on its exhale.

"Yeah?" He urged, kissing her jawline, pressing into her harder, tits and cheek mushed flat against the wall.

"I promise." She spoke, another tear slipping as his rough fingers slipped inside the sweats she'd pulled on, thumbing the band to the boxer she'd also gone and snagged from his closet.

Another brutally nerve-wrecking chuckle rumbled in his chest in response, amused with how little effort went into taming the little thing.

"Mmh, good girl."

KAMINARI DENKI - CHARGEBOLT

"In a mood today?" Denki drawled, words as snide as his tone.

"Get away from me, fucking creep!"

She threw another pillow at him, as though it would help her any.

"Whoa, rude." He rolled his eyes, reaching forward towards the little rebel.

Ankle sporting a cute fluffy pink cuff, with a chain trailing to the bed, giving her a petty two meter leeway in every direction. Moreover, making it impossible for her to actually make any actual fuss for the blonde who favoured the easy route.

"Don't fucking touch me!" She squealed, thrashing as he shoved her down on the bed, crawling on top, trying to grab ahold of her wrists to get her under control, yet failing at the hands of her unpredictable flapping about.

"Careful or you might just hurt my feelings, booboo."

He fought, fishing for her fists as she squirmed, sitting on top of her as she wormed, trying to wind her way out from beneath him.

"And trust me, you don't want to hurt my feelings."

Finally landing a good one, the face of her hand laid flat in a proper reddening slap against his cheek.

But the victory was short lived, where all he needed was place a finger on her and loose his temper.

There was a sharp blinding light, but only flashing for a split-second, the electricity soon coursing into her, shot through the tip of his finger jabbing into her side, making her spams with screams rippling form her chest, throat raw from the intensity of the unpredicted wail forced out of her.

And though it was all over in seconds, leaving in the blitz it took for it to come, the feeling of shock lingered. A buzzing threat way too sharp for her to ignore, more than enough to make her still, look up at him as though he was the onset of death.

"Don't look at me like that..." He dismissed, voice low as though he'd done nothing she didn't deserve. "You were begging for a zap."

His eyes glinted with that same treacherous lightning he'd fried her with only moments ago.

"Want another one?"

He looked like he was riding a rush, as though sparked from the use of his quirk. Entire face an eerie form of twisted delight.

"No-" She shook her head sheepishly, not daring to take her eyes off him, not when he looked like a jackal that had caught his prey.

"No? You sure, sweets? Hundred percent?" Voice in a frenzy, a split open-mouthed grin shown on his face.

She was frozen in place, voice absent, too frightened to utter a single sound, so she made to shake her head instead, hoping he could spot it through her quaking.

"Okay... got something for me then?" He questioned, quirking a brow as he leaned down, a mere inch form her prettified and defeated face.

She knew there was no escape. A small sigh left her in the form of a half-hearted sob, lifting her head off the pillow to kiss the cruel man on top of her, hoping it was enough to spare her of any more of his painful punishments.

He smirked against her lips, pushing forward until she was once again submerged in the dune of her pillow, listening to the feeble little thing whimper all cute beneath him.

Retracting with another darkly amused chuckle.

"And?"

Her brows furrowed, still looking up at him with the same sweet tinge of fear.

"I'm sorry, Denki."

His smile only grew, though his eyes lost their spark and become dazed, jaded with with a strange type of drowsy drunk awe.

She wasn't sure which look she hated more of the two, the frenzied sadism, a look like he wanted to fry her alive, or this... this hungry look... as though he couldn't wait to take bite.

"And?"

She needed to think, heart hammering in her head like the sound of a ticking time-bomb, reminding her of his not so easily stretched patience.

"I love you, Denki." She gambled, a nice surprise to the blonde on top, who softened, body sagging forward as though melting at the hands of how adorable she was, her pitiful little face gifting him with those terribly sweet words.

But, apparently it was just short of enough.

"And?"

His hand, still buzzing with danger, spidered down between them, drumming on her stomach, before running his fingers over her cute little undies. The only thin little thing separating him from what he wanted.

Her breath shuddered as she closed her eyes, two thin streams slipping the corner of her eyes, running down to her temple, itchy in her hair.

Sniffling in defeat.

Thinking of how similar she was a to the one she claimed to hate. Taking the easy route to save herself the trouble.

"Fuck me, Denki."

Kaminari sighed, happy with having gotten what he wanted, kissing her cheek mockingly chastely.

"With pleasure, babycakes."

ENJI TODOROKI - ENDEAVOR

It's never difficult to catch her, nor hold her down. Bend her frail little body over the mass of his thighs, his clothed bulge rubbing up into her bare cunt as he places a heavy arm atop her back, keeping her still.

Other hand, able to grab the entire chunk of her asscheek, warm and scathed from years of wielding flames, and too strong for her body to take without screaming.

"Disloyal." He commented, a slap curt following it, aimed to make her plush flesh jiggle, a pretty sight to his cold cyan eyes and a delicious friction atop his lap. "Ungrateful."

Another hit, placed at the exact same spot, making her cry out, still futilely trying to claw her way out from under his muscled arm making it hard for her to breath between hiccuping and crying and wailing.

"Unruly."

Again, palm placed on her delicate plump tush.

"Insolent."

And again.

"Vicious."

And again.

"Brat."

And again, until she was left just a snivelling little cry baby. Ass red, welted, destined to be black and blue the day after.

"I'm sorry, daddy..." She whined, voice wet with tears.

"You're only good when you want to be, aren't you, brat?" He chastised, petting the burning skin of her ass as she trembled on his lap, sobs jostling her as her face laid buried in the itchy wet of her own tears. "That's a nasty habit I won't forgive anymore." He informed. "It's time you started acting like a proper little lady and not some wildling I dragged in from the streets."

Voice as authoritative as ever, chilling her very soul into submission.

"Understand?"

He left no room to do otherwise.

"Yes, daddy."

She couldn't afford to deny him anymore, not when feeling the cruelly nice roughness of his fingertips dip to her slit, running over the embarrassingly wet folds, pushing an achingly long thick digit into her quivering little hole, drooling desperately for any form of comfort, sucking on him gratefully once being granted it.

TIP-JAR

SHIGARAKI, HAWKS, DABI

TODOROKI, DEKU, SHINSO

Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

SCREAMING WHY DID THEY DO MY MAN KIRISHIMA LIKE THAT- SHOTOS COSTUME AJAJSJSJ

s1 animation is so ROUGH

HELPP MEEEE

Nanami looking like his age

Art: @anri.gwn on instagram

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