#tw heavy spice

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okay but… rb this and tag it with your favorite haikyuu man and your top three kinks.

All For One.

Summary: There needs to be more content for this gloriously sinister man and I am more than happy to provide! How does it begin? Will you escape his clutches or will you submit to his desires?

Warnings: Yandere Tendencies, Kidnapping, Mild mention of Starvation, Dubcon, Quirk use during sex, Mind-Break and a whole host of degeneracy.

Notes: I tried to make the reader as vague as I possibly could for insert pleasure! GN with as few details as possible so it could be anyone or anything! This is 18+, minors dni. If you’d like to block any content of this nature on my page please put Tw: Heavy Spice in your filtering options!

A/N: I really don’t know if I should apologize for this or not, you can see the point it got out of hand so please be warned and take your tastes and limits into account while reading!

A terrible fate has befallen you, hasn’t it?

• Your meeting was rather innocuous. So easily forgotten despite the feelings time with him supplanted. Long before his debut in the Kamino Ward and before his defeat at the hands of the Symbol of Peace. He wasn’t heavily deformed then, he could easily mix in with the crowds and disappear as quickly as he appeared. His shaggy white hair and piercing blue eyes matched only by his stature and smile, the consensus of the humdrum day-to-day passerby was that he was quite attractive. Not that he ever entertained their mindless and painfully obvious observations.
• The fateful event happened rather cliché all things considered. It began in a library. Wonders never ceased and he was unsure what compelled him to enter the home of knowledge and entertainment but he never once regretted it. Wandering the sea of books he looked for anything that would pique his interest, he nearly gave up the search until his eyes landed on you. An innocent, tiny thing that perused the history section for your latest essay or project, he never specifically asked why you were there.
• He was captivated, captured by your beauty. Staring there at the entrance of the aisle for so long that when you turned you shrieked, believing him to be a well dressed Weeping Angel that you had read about the night before. That was the most embarrassing moment of your life as you apologized to him and to the librarian that zipped to the location to scold you about being too loud. For once he found apologies endearing, cute even, adorable if you feel so inclined and the sheer shock that a creature like you could exist in this world was pushed to the wayside.
• The encounter was swift but profound, for him at least. Using his towering height to pull a book from the shelf you were too short to reach and place with the over growing collection. You were stuttering and blushing something fierce underneath his gaze and he had to stop himself from smirking at your bashfulness. He asks for your name and once you divulge it he responds by insisting you call him Mr. Shigaraki. After more insistence from either side hearing his name fall from your lips was like he was graced with hearing the voice of an Angel.
• Sadly that’s where the meeting ended as your time was up for whatever was going to take up your time next and you needed to scurry away. You wouldn’t be forgotten as your face was forever burned in his memory, a fondness churning in the pit of his stomach. He believed everyone else was beneath him, save for his brother, who were all ants that needed to be squashed. You were different and he needed to find out why.
• Time passes, as it always does. You forgot your encounter with Mr. Shigaraki and life went on. The day started off oddly, you couldn’t place why but the hairs at the back of your neck stood on end. A lingering sense of doom settled in your mind like a dense fog on a dewy spring morning but whatever the reason had yet to reveal itself. This too was forgotten as the day progressed until it was late, late enough for you to seek refuge in your bed. About to drift off to sleep when suddenly your whole room shook, no, the entire area shook like an earthquake had just opened the earth beneath your feet. Looking out your bedroom window you saw chaos, the entire area had been decimated and nothing but rubble remained. Heroes had appeared and began evacuating just in time for your home to collapse.
• You drifted in and out of consciousness. The moments where your eyelids were opened you saw none other than All Might, the Symbol of Peace, face down a masked villain in a suit. Shock was written on the hero’s face when you called out to him for help, accidentally gaining the attention of the villain as well. If he still had eyes they would be wide and manic, he had not forgotten you of course but there you were. He had searched for you so fervently and yet here you were right under his nose. Your presence, he could feel it using that quirk from the cat rescuer and he instantly knew it was you. What luck. The fight was abandoned when he saw this was his best chance, the rest of the heroes were too focused on fighting off his pawns and All Might was too wounded to move.
• In an instant the masked villain moved the rubble that had been pinning you in place and whisked you away.
• Your fear was intoxicating. The pleas, begs and sobs that you cried were more delicious than anything he had ever experienced. More euphoric than any narcotic, sweeter than ambrosia. The beats of your hands on his back drowned out by the drumming of his heart, his mouth was beginning to water. He could hardly wait.
• Like any self respecting villain All For One had many, many hideouts and safe houses. Many hadn’t been used in years, others were still unknown to the heroes, then there was one. The place he took you was far more special, the place he had planned to bring you after that fateful day but never used when you slipped away. Well, you wouldn’t escape this time.
• For a place that hadn’t seen life in years it was surprisingly well kept. Not a speck of dust laid on any surface, a few lightbulbs had died or exploded when he flipped on the lights but the water still ran and there was heat, it would do nicely for the time being. During the short trip via warp gate you had passed out, the silence when it had been delicious begs was disappointing but his signature smile appeared. There would be plenty of time to hear you cry while he breaks you into the perfect doll.
• After your “retrieval” he places you on the never before used emperor sized bed and retreats to the lounge chair at your bedside. He sits perfectly still, staring at you much, admiring how much you changed and grew in his absence. A hint of pride bubbles up, he’s pleased to know the lovely being he remembers became even fairer and more perfect. The feat would be impossible for any other person but you were made for him, you’re his, and you had to be for a man such as him.
• When you wake up those beautiful, blissful begs are heard by his worthy ears once again. Behind his life support helmet he sighs, a heavenly breath that you take for annoyance. You cry. “Please don’t kill me”, “Don’t hurt me”, “I’ll do anything” but oh sweet thing, you’re going to do anything he says regardless. You’re his. Why would he hurt or kill you? If he wanted you dead, you’d be dead.
• It comes as a surprise that he’s afraid to remove his facial cover. He might be the Symbol of Evil with plans of world domination but there’s a portion of him that is a slave to your desires, just as the world is a slave to his. A sliver of doubt appears as you ask who he is, if he reveals his identity and you ask for proof, his disfigured appearance would revolt you. No blue eyes to see you blush, no hair for you to run your hands through, no lips to feel yours on his.
• “Mr. Shigaraki” was the clue he gave you. It was adorable seeing your face go blank as your mind was wracked trying to remember the face. He watched with bated breath as your eyes showed recognition, you remembered him. You remember his face, his smile, his feeling. That wasn’t helpful, now you had a face to the person who kidnapped you. Who was holding you captive for…what? Ransom? To be tortured? To be his plaything? Every possibility was worse than the last, each one more dire and inescapable and bleak.
• He did his best to comfort you albeit in a deleterious manner. The Emperor of Darkness’ weight was displaced from the lounge chair and moved to the bed, his near gigantic form towering over you. Knee pressing into the mattress, causing your body to naturally shift into him. You couldn’t move. There was no gap to dash through if your body would get over being paralyzed in fear. The hand that could cover your head was placed on your cheek with uncharacteristic gentleness, a soft gesture that was masked by the sinister appearance staring down at you.
• “Fear not, My Sweet.” His voice is slightly muffled by the life support, the emotions were unbridled, intense and all together unhinged. He’s wholeheartedly delusional, diluted enough to believe he’s going to the the greatest Demon Lord who ever lived and would dismantle the world, rule it all the while having your love. He craves it, he needs it, he’s desperate for it. It drives him mad and being this close to you sends him to the brink of insanity.
• Your limitless stubbornness is as wonderful as it is infuriating. All For One can’t have the object of his love be a pushover from the gate, at least not yet. He has to experience the pleasure of breaking you, making you submit to him before you’re allowed to follow his orders. He has to make you his Doll first, his obedient, beautiful Doll. That’s a tall order and as the days pass his desperation grows. The itch in the back of his mind needed to be scratched and it was becoming clear his tactics were having the effect he desired. You stymied his every attempt, reacted the exact opposite of how he expected. He loved it, the last flame of your fighting spirit getting snuffed out in his raging insistence. He was beginning to wear you down, headway was being made and the inevitable end result was near.
• All For One’s machinations had increased in cruelness, once he had left you enough water to last a week and nothing else. The food vanished and all you were left with were bottles of water. He was gone for two weeks, it only took ten for you to teeter on the edge of sanity. Devoid of any interaction from the outside world. Only you, your thoughts and the dwindling “supplies”. When he returned he was pleased he was greeted with showers of affection, your touch was smothering and your body was pressed to his as close as humanly possible. The last of your will had fled in his absence and now his Doll was in the perfect state to mould to his liking.
• That night it begins. You’re so needy, so greedy. He decides to indulge you and removes his helmet, confident you wouldn’t be repulsed by his scarred visage. He’s correct of course, when you were met with the invitation to express your desperation you take it. Your lips wander. Pressing messy and half-opened kisses to his neck, jaw, and whatever remained of his own lips as his massive hands lead you towards the bed. You don’t notice until the back of your knees hit the edge and suddenly you’re falling.
• He’s on you in an instant. The bed sinks with his added weight and the heat he radiated replaced the warmth provided by your clothes. Before you knew it his thick yet dexterous fingers were pushing into your hole unprompted, sheathing them down to the knuckle before they were retracted. He was going to take immense satisfaction by making you climax until you were babbling incoherently before even preparing you for his villainous cock.
• Which was exactly what he did, denying you orgasm until you were red in the face and sobbing. All For One sat back on his knees in victory, smirking as he watched you wiggle and writhe at the loss of attention. There was one final thing: hearing you finally give into him. He owned your body but he needed to own your mind, your soul, your spirit, everything.
• “Say it.” In the moment his voice was low, gruff, reverberating throughout your clouded mind to send heat straight down to your nethers. You might’ve been aroused before but nothing compared to what his voice did to you.
• “S-s-say w-wh-wha?” Barely able to form a sentence you willed yourself to speak, if only to repeat whatever he wanted so he would continue with his mind numbing ministrations. The lack of sending you in a desperate rut the likes of which you had never experienced. He was cruel, further denying you what you wanted. His hand so near to your skin that the tiny peach hairs picked up the presence but when your hips bucked to force him to touch you? He left entirely.
• “Beg. Beg for me to fuck you, to ruin your body, to corrupt your mind and make you mine. Mine alone.”
• That was quite the mouthful and you weren’t sure if you could say it back but that’s what he wanted. Mustering your frenzied will you commanded yourself to speak, to plead for what you so desperately wanted. “Please, please fuck me. Please I need you, I need you, please make me yours. I want to be yours, please!”
• Every second, every breath, every thought had been leading up to this moment. All For One was in Seventh Heaven upon hearing your final submittance, exultantly triumphant. Your reward was swiftly delivered, the bulbous head of his cock pressed against the entrance of your hole and with one swift thrust he inserted himself to the hilt. The sharp edge of his hips cutting against the plush of your inner thighs, it hurt, it hurt so much. He had prepared you, scissoring and stretching you, it wasn’t enough. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as the full stuffing of his cock inside you was enough to make you regret begging him to fuck you, sensing this he didn’t move. Giving you time to adjust and acclimate while licking away your salty tears. The heat of his heavy breath oddly comforting.
• Once your filled hole stopped fluttering all bets were off. His hips snapped expeditiously in the customary manner of fucking ones Doll till they came undone and fell into unconscious from the exhaustion and pleasure they felt. He was unrestrained. The initial softness and care he showed was the furthest thing in his mind now all that was left was a feral need to fuck his Doll till they were bedbound. He makes sure you know who owns you, using his numerous quirks to let you there was no escape. Musculoskeletal Coiling to make his already bed shattering thrusts harder. Proliferation, creating several pairs of arms and hands to tease you in places all at once. Reaching to grasp at your neck, fingers tweaking your oversensitive nipples all the while more teased and played with places unimaginable. Once using his Air Walk quirk to suspend you both amidst the impactful love-making.
• Time had no meaning. Whatever seconds you counted to remember how many times he had made you climax were a distant dream, black spots appeared in your vision, your body somehow numb and pained all at once. The lightest touch was like you had been set on fire. In one particularly lucid moment you swore a drop of his milky cum was sliding past your nose but you don’t remember blowing him or snorting it out but in the haze who knows what had happened. Finally the peaceful sleep wrapped you in its arms and carried you off to a safer place for a time.
• Just as you passed out All For One finally came. Engorging you to the very brim, his fingers acting as a stopper to keep his demonic cum from spilling out. Whatever was left of the wrecked bed was used as All For One took your limp, sleeping body and wrapped you up in the soiled duvet.
• The afterglow shone brightly like a halo while he laid with you. Keeping you flush against him. The plotting began again. Awaiting your eventual awakening to show you the other quirks at his disposal. He was far from done with you. It hadn’t been a day since your submission and he intended to keep you as his Doll till you were well and old and your last breath was the escape from his eternal love.

Stain headcannons SFW/some NSFW.

Warnings: yandere tendencies, kidnapping, being held against your will, one mention of self harm, etc etc. It is the Hero Killer after all! @stupid-sloot-headcanons has officially Stained me for this man so here!

• He’s been stalking you for months and months now and you don’t even know it!
• Has it really almost been a year now? Wow! Time flies when you’re spending so much time watching the little object of your affections.
• Its going to happen, its going to happen very soon. On the anniversary to be more precise, the day he saw you and fell in love would be the day he finally takes you for himself.
• The past year has been so difficult for you, hasn’t it? Wouldn’t you like to be swept off your feet and be taken away to a paradise by your ronin? Anyone would, you’d be so appreciative wouldn’t you?
• You’ll see one day, when you finally understand.
• Now please, stop your crying. He’s not going to hurt you, just the opposite. He wants to keep you safe, from everything. The big evil world, to your sad and unfulfilling life, away from your terrible family and the even worse…the heroes.
• Don’t cry he’s doing this for you!
• Chizome is patient, too patient. He can wait while you cry, sob and wail your little heart out. When you’re done…he can finally make himself known and finally introduce himself to you! Shhh, its all right.
• He’s been spending the past year creating the perfect place, finding the right spot, escape-proofing it, making it secure and finally filling it to the brim with your favorite things. Your favorite foods, colors, hobbies, everything to keep you entertained, the expect replica and model of your bed so you won’t be sleeping on a thin and disgusting mattress.
• Any and everything for his Blossom, his Sakura.
• Pink is the perfect color, the mix of white from your purity and the red of his passion, your innocence and his bloodlust. The binding color of your love, the color of your divinity. How he loves to see you in and surrounded by pink. The perfect amalgamation.
• His beautiful, eternal Cherry Blossom.
• Brings you “home” in the middle of the night while you’re asleep, crawls through your open window that he left unlatched, puts your favorite items in a bag, holds you bridal style and takes you away into the night.
• It hurts him so much to see you cry, to see you so scared and panicked but he understands. He’ll sit in the shadows and wait until you tire yourself out and come around to gently run his massive hand through your hair like he’s done thousands of times before.
• When he’s away your screaming is fruitless, there’s a reason why he chose an abandoned and scarcely traveled home complex in the middle of nowhere. Even if someone heard you, you have no money and the people around would only help to make bank.
• Every way you could harm yourself or use to escape has been removed and a shackle placed on your ankle until he knows he can trust you. The only place you have access to is the bathroom and he’s proofed that to the same extent as the rest of the home. Replaced the shower curtain with reinforced glass, glued textured grips to the floor, handles around the sides, there’s no way you could get hurt or escape. He’s made sure.
• …Not without outside help but who would try to kidnap his the love of his life?
• Loves to have the place automated, an app on his phone connects to the various security cameras he has, controls the TV and many other things. When he’s spying across rooftops and on buildings he’ll let you watch the news, cartoons or maybe he’ll load up Netflix for you and put a movie on.
• Same with the stove and every other appliance, he controls everything, how long the microwave lasts, how hot the burners get and everything in between. Chizome has to make sure, he has to know, until you get settled and he can remove these restrictions one-by-one.
• When he comes home? He’s brought gifts!
• A hair barrette in the shape of a sakura or a pink haori during the colder seasons to keep you warm when he can’t!
• When he can finally, finally trust you when Stockholm Syndrome sets in and you accept him…he’s over the moon, on Cloud Nine. Nothing has or would ever make him happier than that.
• You’ve realized your deific status and now he can truly treat you as much.
• His touches are gentle, you’ll hardly know he’s there, fingertips fluttering across your skin. Afraid that any pressure would bring you harm. He wasn’t sure how resilient you are yet, you could bruise as easily as a peach or he could bring the wrath of his grip on you and not leave a mark…but he wasn’t about to test that. No markings…at least not yet, one day.
• The skilled tongue swipes across your skin tasting your sweet essences while giving you unimaginable pleasure.
• He’s waited so long for this day and he’s going to prolong it as much as he can.
• Going and going until you’re spent, mind blank, body trembling, covered in sweat and only then will he take you into his arms and let you rest. You deserve so much and making you see stars is only part of the job. He’ll let you come down from your pleasure high before he takes you to the bathroom to get cleaned up. Washing your hair, scrubbing the grime away with his sudsy hands and making you climax one last time. To make sure you know how much he loves you.
• Being invited into your bed he’s going to wrap you up in a mix of pajamas, the blanket and his arms. Curling up behind you like a protective wall, watching you dream with a smile.
• Now that he has you unconditionally…he’s never letting you go.